"I could have left you on that wall for decades, strung your intestines up around you and decorated you a damn site better than your pathetic attempt at a Christmas Tree." It was true. And the worst thing was, Sam knew it.
She got up off his chest and reached a hand out to pull him up. "Instead I show you mercy. Kindness."
"Kindness?" Sam spluttered. He ignored her hand, and stood up under his own power. "Kindness? You even saying that word is a travesty. You know nothing about love or kindness or mercy. You are ...foul...evil."
His eyes welled up in frustration. "All I know is I hate you. With every fibre of my being...I hate you."
Lucy reached up and wiped a tear away from his cheek. "Sam, it would be pretty weird if you didn't."
She went over and picked the TV remote off the floor. Held it out to him, but he wouldn't take it.
"You know I could fuck with you in ways you couldn't even begin to imagine. Beyond your wildest nightmares. And you would deserve every single second of it."
"We had a deal...you said you wouldn't..."
"Which you came close to breaking with your little tantrum!" She raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure calling someone a cunt is supposed to make them feel like a lady."
He sneered back, "Darlin' you are NO lady."
"No." She agreed. "I'm really not." Lucy raised a hand to his forehead and touched it briefly, with her index finger.
In that one second, he saw just a glimpse of undiluted raw power, unimaginable frustration, fallen magisterial grace. And a deep, yawning sorrow at losing Heaven.
It was simultaneously heart-breaking and terrifying.
His human soul wasn't built to cope with the disturbing alien-ness of her mind, and another small piece of his fractured sanity tore away. He clutched at the wall to keep himself upright, barely even aware of it. It was as if he had stared into the sun too long and he couldn't see anything except after burn on his retinas.
Blindly, wretchedly, he faced her and said "I'm sorry" And he meant it.
"I'm so, so sorry for you."
She howled with anger at his pity.
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Every rose has its thorn
FanfictionOf all the things that Sam Winchester anticipated as he fell into the Cage, it certainly wasn’t this. Before Sam fully awoke he could hear the sounds of birds singing, the gentle trilling of starlings calling to each other. He breathed deeply and sm...
