Stay With Me In Hell (Samifer)

Hell(o).

        Sam Winchester stayed motionless as his head swam, waiting for his eyesight to return to normal. The last thing he remembered was telling Dean everything would be alright, grabbing Michael and falling into the Pit. He felt cold, hard floor beneath him as he placed his hands down, attempting to push himself up. A sharp kick to his ribs made him gasp in pain, and fall back to the floor. "Tsk, tsk. Sammy, why'd you have to go and mess everything up?" Lucifer's arrogant, sarcastic voice rang in Sam's mind. "I had to..I had to keep them safe." he said, straining to speak as he sat up against the iron bars of the Cage. He took in his surroundings before looking up at the two archangels standing over him. His breath caught in his chest as he recognized where he was.

In the Cage, in Hell.
With the Devil and his brother.

     The young hunter stared up at the two, fear flooding his eyes and a lump forming in his throat. He was absolutely terrified, and Lucifer could sense it.
The Devil ran his fingers through his hair as he looked down at Sam. He had been inside his head. He knew everything about Sam Winchester. All his deepest darkness secrets and desires. Lucifer knelt down on one knee and lifted the hunter's face. "Sammy, welcome to your new home." he said, a smirk crossing his lips. He stood, strolling to the opposite side of the Cage.
Michael wasn't so gentle.
He grabbed Sam by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to his feet. "You've ruined everything, you worthless human!" the archangel yelled in his face, gripping a fistful of his hair before slamming his head against the metal bars. He repeated this a few times before throwing Sam to the middle of the Cage; then sat opposite of his brother.
Sam held his head, which was bleeding heavily, as he looked up at Lucifer pleadingly. Satan just shook his head, a smirk on his face.
Sam wanted to go home. He would give anything to be with Dean, Bobby and Cas right then. "Help me, please." The young Winchester whispered. Only the faint screams of tormented souls met his quiet plea.
He was trapped with the two deadliest angels of Heaven; no blade, nothing. Just him and them. He was helpless.