Falling For the Angels // Destiel & Samifer

Chapter Sixteen

~Lucifer~

Sam didn't jump this time when I appeared right in front of him in his bedroom. In fact, he didn't even look at me but I knew that he was aware of my presence.

"Well, that didn't go down so well, did it?" I folded my arms and stared down at him on the bed.

"You were watching", Sam said flatly and it came out as more of a statement and not a question.

"Of course", I confirmed because it was obvious, "I'm always watching you, Sam. Even your little fling with Ruby last night".

"You were in the room?!" Sam finally looked up at me with horror.

"I've gotta say, you're rough in the sheets", I teased him, almost laughing at his appalled expression.

"That's disgusting", Sam muttered with annoyance.

"I always need to keep an eye on you, Sam", I told him, "Otherwise that'd mean you were free. Even if it's just for five minutes, I can't let that happen".

"Listen here, you asshole", Sam suddenly stood up with anger and walked me against the wall, "No matter what you say or do, I am not going to let you screw up my life again".

I smirked with amusement, watching his eyes darken with fury. I loved being the one who made him lash out. He never got this angry with anyone else. Did that make me special?

"You can torture me all you like", Sam continued, his crazed eyes not blinking and never leaving my gaze, "But you're not going to mess everything up like you did before. Because we will beat you, Lucifer. I promise you that".

"Oh, I do like it when you get feisty", my eyes lazily looked up at him as I swallowed hardly.

"You're just a disturbed bastard", Sam ignored my comment, "You try to gain sympathy by pretending you were the innocent one in Heaven when everybody truly knows that it was your fault for being locked away. You're sick and twisted and you can't handle the thought of it so you ruin other people's lives to lift your own self esteem. You're evil"

My amused expression faded and my deadening glare made Sam's furious eyes turn to slightly frightened ones but he was trying to hide it. I moved my face forwards until I was millimetres away from him. This time, my stare didn't leave Sam's and he immediately knew he had crossed the line. I could tell.

Suddenly, I used my powers to throw him against the opposite wall. He gasped out in pain and I advanced towards him again. I raised my hand and held it tightly against his throat, lifting him upwards until his feet were off the ground.

"Don't EVER talk to me about my family like that", I shouted at him, my grip on his neck tightening, "You don't know a thing about me. You want to bring up my past life in Heaven? You don't know the half of it. So, don't start what you can't handle".

After every word, Sam's face was turning even more purple and he was struggling desperately for breath. I finally released him and he fell to the ground, groaning and holding his neck in agony.

"You may be a Winchester and you may be able to defeat any other creature in history", I glared down at him, "But you'll always be my bitch and, deep down, you know that you'll never defeat me. I'm your weakness".

Sam avoided looking at me but I could tell what he was thinking.

I always knew what he was thinking.

He knew it was true.