Stay With Me In Hell (Samifer)

Archangel's Play Toy

       Sam stayed in the middle of the cage, not daring to move closer to either of them. Lucifer stood off of the wall of the Cage, pulling a  blade from his pocket. "Hey, brother, up for playtime?" he asked, giving his typical smirk as he pulled Sam up by his hair. Michael rolled his eyes. "Well there's nothing else to do." he replied, jumping to his feet.
Sam looked between the two as he stood, wincing at the pulling on his hair. His legs felt like jelly; he was shaking, almost too much to stand. "Lucifer, please..please don't do this." he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. "Sammy... Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Begging won't help you, not here." the Devil purred in his ear. He slowly sliced up Sam's back with the blade, smiling at his scream of pain. Michael slipped his angel blade into the palm of his hand as he strode over to them. "You can't die down here, Sam. No matter what, you can't die again." he laughed, his white wings spreading out behind him. Lucifer smiled arrogantly at his brother as he allowed his wings to appear; they were huge and blindingly white, a reminder of who he used to be.

       Sam narrowed his eyes at the brightness of the Devil's wings. Michael also shielded his eyes until the light died down. Lucifer smiled as chains appeared around Sam's wrists. "We're gonna have fun with you, Sammy." he murmured. "It's Sam." The Winchester growled quietly. "It's whatever we want it to be." Michael said, stabbing his blade into Sam's stomach.
Sam gasped as he felt the blade pierce through him. He yelled out in pain and struggled in Lucifer's grip. They sliced Sam up for what seemed like days before Lucifer finally dropped him. Sam collapsed to the floor in a puddle of blood as he sobbed in pain.
"That was... fun." Michael said, laughing slightly and smiling at his brother. Satan smiled back and stretched, before laying on his back and staring at the roof of the cage.
"Help me, please..." Sam repeated his plea and his shoulders heaved as he sobbed.
He knew Dean would try his hardest to get him home, and that kept a small spark of hope lit in him.