Sam opened his mouth and the Doctor shown a light inside of it. The Doc studied his throat a moment before clicking the light off. Sam swallowed tiredly.
"How are you, Sam?" the Doctor asked.
"I'm fine." Sam said.
"They tell me you're getting worse." The Doctor said, tilting his head, "Are you hallucinating?"
"I-I..." Sam stuttered, unsure how to reply. He'd been hallucinating for a long time.
"More than a voice? Are you seeing things, Sam?" the Doctor asked.
"I..." Sam scratched the back of his neck, shook his head and scoffed, "Look... I know it's not real."
"Are you sure?" the Doctor asked.
Sam frowned, "Of course, I'm sure."
"I mean...how can you tell the difference?" The Doctor's face morphed into Lucifer's smirking one. Sam's eyes widened and he backed away.
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"Just leave me alone." Sam breathed. He turned his back to the hallucination and walked around to the other side of his bed.
"Aw, Sam we've been through this." Lucifer whined, "I'm not going away. Not ever. I'm part of you, Sam."
Sam grimaced and shut his eyes, "No. You're not." He said.
"M.F.E.O. Sam. Remember? I'm your other half." Lucifer said.
Sam clenched his fists didn't answer. Just ignore him...he's not real. He isn't really here.
Although it was getting really hard to decipher between Lucifer and reality when the hallucination kept appearing as other people.
"I'm a piece of you. You're not getting rid of me." Lucifer added, "I've been inside your noggin' for months now."
Sam laid on his side, keeping his back deliberately to Lucifer.
"Besides, I like it here." Lucifer remarked, "And you don't want me to go. Not really."
Sam heard a hiss and he knew Lucifer was lighting a firecracker.
"Allllll this time. And you still haven't asked me why I'm here." Lucifer mused. He threw the firecracker at Sam and Sam flinched when it exploded.
"Stiiiiill ignoring me. Aw, come on, Sam. I know this silent treatment is just a cry for attention. I get tired of these one-sided conversations."
"You're not real." Sam said aloud.
"But you wish I was."
"No. I don't." Sam growled. As much as he wanted to pretend the hallucination wasn't there, it was seriously getting on his nerves.
