Born Under a Bad Sign // Supernatural

nine

Born Under a Bad Sign: nine

There's blood on his hands. He knows the feeling well, he sees those lifeless eyes before him like stones in a slack expression. His hands are warm and sticky, he needs to wash them and get rid of this body, just like so many times before. But he doesn't, he can't. This time is different.

But it shouldn't be. His death didn't matter, everything would be so much better now with him gone. Sam knew that, he saw things for the way they are and he knew that what he just did, the life he just took was right.

But why wouldn't he move? Why couldn't he stop looking into those cold eyes, the blood was pooling on the floor, that hands that held the body were red with gloves of blood, the knife cool and staring beside him.

The door began to creek open, a voice ringing through the room.

"Sam! I'm home."

The phone held tight in his grip, the sounds of the ringing buzz floats through his head. He waits and waits, staring out of the window of the small apartment, waiting, waiting.

"Hello?"

Sam pauses, even for a little too long, he can feel that he's about to be hung up on but just before he end the call, he speaks.

"Hi. We need to talk."

"Sam?" He asks, an odd tone to his voice, "Sure, what do you need?"

"Just come over tonight."

Sam hangs up before he can reply.

There's a look in Lucifer's eyes. The same look Sam sees in everyone he meets, in Dean's, in Castiel's, in his victims. But he never saw in Lucifer. Not until now.

"What have you done?" Lucifer whispers, his eyes well up with tears as he drops a bag on shopping to the ground. A cartoon of eggs smashes all over the floor, the content tipping onto the floor. A small box rolling to a stop in front of Sam, he takes no notice.

"What have you done?" He repeats, he backs up a little, the door to their shared apartment still open, "what have you done?" He screams, a sob caught in his throat. Sam meets his eyes and he finally understands what that look is.

"You're afraid." Sam whispers, "You're afraid." He says again, to himself, "why?"

Lucifer doesn't seem to hear him, he falls to his knees and begins to cry, drawing out his phone. The world fades into a blank state, Sam looks back to the blood.

Castiel's dead eyes staring back at him.

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"Why'd you do it Sam?"

"How could you?"

"You're a monster!"

"The court has deemed him insane and unable to stand trial."

"Stay away from me! You're not my brother."

"You have five minutes."

"He's unable to feel emotions, he doesn't understand them. Being raised in an environment like that, it's not surprising."

"I loved you, but did you ever love me?"

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Sam looks up, the room is so small and white. A blinding white, he's dressed in more white with a white bracelet around his wrist. Everything is so white and blinding, it calms him, and he feels numb, empty. Something at the bottom of his chest, something biting, something soothing.

He looks up, across the glass is Lucifer. He's looking at Sam with pain in his eyes, but love, so much love. That look he saved only for Sam, that look that Sam saved only for him.

Sam meets his eyes, Lucifer looks into him, almost through him but all Sam sees is him. And for the first time in his life;

He smiles.