SYNOPSIS: You never realize you are missing something until the space is filled. Sam used to feel sub-human, and then when Lucifer was in his head, he knew it. Now that he's out of the pit (Imagine he never lost his soul at all, but was springed from the cage at the same time he would've gotten his soul back in canon), he's trying to cope with these hallucinations of Lucifer, only they're not... Really hallucinations. The flames and death he sees isn't real, but the imprint of Lucifer is as real as he is. And it's left him with some powers, that Dean hates, and Cas can't get rid of. Sam just has to get used to Lucifer, and to his newfound powers.
TW: nothing that ain't in the show
SHIPS: none except background destiel
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Sam had been sitting at Bobby's table, taking apart a gun and putting it back together, for hours now. It had been a week since Cas had brought him back (And then disappeared), traumatized and apparently hallucinating. Dean, quite frankly, had no idea how the Hell to fix this.
"We need to find Cas," Said Dean in hushed tones.
"I'm not arguing, boy, I'm just asking if you freaking know how!" Bobby whisper-shouted back. Sam looked as if he didn't hear either of them.
"Well, I'm gonna pray to him, and hold out hope that he shows!" Dean's voice involuntarily raised a little, but Sam made no notice of anything but the stupid firearm.
"Sam's brain is broken and he hasn't showed, why would he show now? Son, we need to look at other ways!"
"I'm not crazy, guys," Sam piped up. His voice was stable and low, a bit scary.
"Sam, you said that you're seeing someone who isn't real, so-"
"I know! I don't need reminding! He's yelling at me right now, so I think I know!" Sam put down the gun (Which was no longer in pieces) a bit harder than necessary.
Dean looked up and to Bobby, a look that said, see? "I'm calling Cas."
Bobby sighed and turned back to Sam, who was taking the gun apart again now, "You want a drink?"
"No."
Bobby got him one anyway.
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"Dear Castiel who art in heaven, or maybe actually somewhere else, I'm not really sure...," Dean trailed off, trying to think how to phrase it, voice cracking, "Well, Cas, uh, the thing is... You brought Sam back. That's awesome. But, uh, after a whole year in the Cage- He experienced it in Hell years, apparently- he's kind of... Screwed up. He's hallucinating, and he hardly talks to us. So, uh... Get your feathery ass down here. Amen."
Dean looked up from his hands expectantly. Nothing. No angels whatsoever, much less the trench-coated kind. Dean sighed and got up. Worth a try. It was worth a try. He turned towards the door to go back to the others, and found Cas staring him in the face.
"Sam is hallucinating?"
"Yeah."
"...This could end up much worse than it already seems. Take me to him."
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Sam hadn't been paying attention when Cas walked in. He was a bit pre-occupied by not listening to Lucifer. He'd managed to block him out enough that it was just sort of words, not really sentences. Like you'd do with an especially annoying teacher in an especially boring class. It was really only when Sam had both clicked the last piece of the gun into place, and Bobby said something, that Sam came back to reality.
"You came," Bobby said, "What the hell took you so long?"
"I'm sorry. I'm here, now," Cas said, paying less mind to Bobby than to Sam, who he was staring at.
