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It's early afternoon, barley past 10, and Sam's already been sat shotgun in the impala for over an hour. It feels weird being back here with the open road in front of him. It's all so open, every direction goes on endlessly. It's almost taunting him.

Even though Dean put Sam to bed last night, he could hardly sleep and he's really feeling the consequences now. Every time he started to relax he would hear Adam screaming out: begging for help, for the pain to stop, for just a moments rest. There's no way of knowing if it was all in his head or if Lucifer was actually allowing him to hear what was happening in the cage.  Just a little psychological pain to add to the more boring parts of the illusion Sam figures. 

Sam stayed in his bed all night though, waiting for Lucifer -or his fake brother-  to appear and accompany him in bed. It would be worse if it was Dean, especially since Dean has been constantly reminding Sam that this is real. If he does start to believe it and then Dean violates him the same way the devil does- Sam's not sure what he would do. 

Dean joined Sam in the bedroom at some point in the night. Sam stayed on his side, facing the wall, desperately trying to stop himself from shaking and revealing that he was awake. The devil probably knew he wasn't asleep, laughing with Michael at his pathetic display. Any second Dean would walk over and gently run his hand down Sam's arm, maybe he'd tell him to relax and that every thing would be okay, or his other hand would slam against Sam's mouth to prevent him from screaming out. 

Dean whispered out a "good night, Sammy," before he climbed on his own bed. 

Sam could feel Dean watching him all night, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up straight. His brother tossed and turned constantly, making the bed creak and Sam tense.

Sometime around 4am, Dean's phone went off, despite Dean taking the call outside of the bedroom Sam could still hear his side of the conversation: something happened to Bobby and he needed assistance. Sam couldn't hear the exact words, but Dean sounded frustrated, he cursed, told Bobby that Sam was off his rocker, but reluctantly agreed to come get him.

Sam thought that Dean would get him immediately -the real Dean would have- but instead he paced. He could hear him moving around the house: the kitchen making food, the library searching through drawers for something, through the front door multiple times. At one point Sam thought his brother actually left, only for the front door to open again twenty minutes later.

Then Dean paced. Just back and forth in the living room under where Sam was suppose to be sleeping.

Hearing Dean coming up the stairs again Sam quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. He could hear Dean open the door, the creaking of the floor boards slowly getting closer, even the quite curse he let out before shaking Sam by his shoulder. Maybe he would violate him now.

"Sammy," he said softly. "We got to get a move on, Bobby needs help and I can't leave you here alone."

So that's how they ended up in the Impala driving to who knows where to do who knows what. Dean's hand wrapped tightly around the wheel while Sam tries to not think too hard about the whole situation.

Because this isn't actually real. This whole situation is just Lucifer mind fucking him. But it's hard to believe that even an archangel would be powerful enough for an illusion so big. They passed people and animals, road signs and billboards. Everything is so detailed and looks so real; even the air tastes different.

A hand grabbed Sam's shoulder, making him jump and whip his head around. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Dean look at him, but that's not what has his attention. Lucifer sat in the back seat, arm resting on Sam's shoulder as he leaned between the two brothers, admiring the view out the windshield.