It looks like the fight will never end between Sam Winchester and the devil himself, Lucifer.
"When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
With the Hounds of Hell comin' after you
I've got blood, I've got blood on my name."
~The Brothers Brig...
"Sammy!" Dean's voice cracked as he yelled. My eyes shot open, I gasped, filling my lungs with air. Lucifer laughter faded as Dean shook me. "D-dean?" I looked up at him. "Dude, what happened to you?" He demanded. "I-i don't know." I replied, my voice full of confusion. He stood up and offered me his hand. I reached up and took it, he yanked me to my feet. "Did a vamp get the jump on you?" Dean rised his eyebrow, his eyes full of concern. "N-no, I mean, I d-dont think so." I looked him straight in the eyes, I realized his hand was still on my shoulder. "What's the last thing you remember?" He searched my eyes. "I came in the back a-and I felt dizzy and I thought I heard you call my name but after that i-its all a blur." I replied deep in thought. The last part was a lie, I remember everything, but I couldn't let Dean know, he'd think I was going crazy again. Thankfully Dean bought it, or at least he pretended he did. "Okay, let's get you out of here." He said taking his hand off my shoulder and patting my back, he started towards the back entrance. "Hey, Dean?" "Yeah?" "What happened to all the vamps?" "Don't worry, I took care of it, no thanks to you anyways." He said with a smirk. Outside, we climbed into the impala, Dean turned on the radio, but even that couldn't remove Lucifer's laughter from my brain.
Back at the bunker, Dean had gone to his room, I stayed at one of the tables in our library reading anything and everything about Lucifer. Hours went by, God knows how many times I refilled the coffee machine, and my coffee cup. Dean finally came stumbling into the library in his sleepwear and a bathrobe. "Dude, what are you doing?" Dean rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand. "Research." I replied dully. "On what? Have you been at this all night?" He walked over and leaned over my shoulder to see, I quickly closed the book I was looking at and grabbed the other books and files. I stood up, shoving past Dean. "I need to take a shower." I looked back at him. I could see a hint of hurt in his eyes. "Y-yeah okay." Dean scratched the back of his head, he gave a final look of concern before I turned my back to him and left the library and went down the hall to my room. In hand everything we had on Lucifer. In my room, I threw everything onto the bed. I checked the mirror above the sink. "Man, I look like crap." I said to my reflection as I ran my hands over my face. "Yeah, ya do." I quickly turned around to find Lucifer sitting on my bed, admiring his finger nails. "H-how the hell did you get in here? How are you even here?!" "That's not important, but what is important is why I'm here." He said jumping up from the bed, taking a few steps towards me. "Stay the hell away from me." I tried to back up but ran into the sink, I put my hand in front of me to establish some sort of distance between us. "Common Sam, what do think I'm gonna do? Haha, do you think I'm here to rip you apart?" He said, talking with his hands. Chills ran up my spine when he said this. " Why are you here?" I could feel my knuckles turning white, I was gripping the sink edge. My other hand still keeping space between us. "Oh Sammy, Sammy, Sammy." He sighed.
"Why would I tell you? That would ruin the fun, you're smart Sam, figure it out." He pointed at me, talking with his hands again.
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He crossed his arms and stared at me, a smirk on his face. "I-i don't know, I mean how do I know you're even real? Maybe I'm just tired and I'm seeing things." I let go of the sink and let both of my hands fall to my sides. There's no way he's real, I thought.
His face grew dark, his smile gone for a moment and then back again, hatred in his eyes. "How's this for real?" He snarled. I didn't have time to react, in a instant he was on me. He grabbed me by my shirt and threw me across my small bedroom. My back hit my dresser, I could feel the handles dig into my skin, my head hitting the edge, making my skull pound. I hit the concrete floor with a thud. Papers and books scattered everywhere. I gasped trying to breathe but my chest was so tight. "I told you we were going to have fun!" He said as he walked over and grabbed me again. "P-please, stop." I breathed out as I tried to pry his hands off of me. "Stop? I'm just getting started!" He laughed as he threw me again. This time I was thrown to where we started, my right hip hit the edge of the sink, causing my right forearm and head to smack into the mirror. As the glass shattered around me and the pain pulsed through my body I remembered I was not alone in the bunker. "Dean!" I screamed hoarsely once I had hit the concrete once more. "Dean!" I cried out, I started to shake uncontrollably, I tried to lift my head to look at the door but couldn't. I could feel something warm and wet in my hair. Blood, I was bleeding. "Sam!" I heard Dean yell faintly. No, not now, not like this, my thoughts race as my vision began to blur. "Sam!" Dean yelled once more as he kicked open my door, he ran over to me and knelt down. "What the hell happened?" He said as he looked around the room and then back at me. He inspected my head and arm, which were both bleeding excessively.
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"L-lucifer." I whispered before I lost concessness.
"What's important is why I'm here....You're smart Sam, figure it out....How's this for real.....I'm just getting started...." His words circled inside my brain, Something big is coming, but what? More importantly what does it have to do with Lucifer?
