One small act can hold great consequences and change the course of the future. What if Azazel had died years before he could make Sam one of his 'special children' and the Winchester brothers never grew up in the hunting business?
Instead of knives...
"Do you remember what I've told you about change? About how people change every day thanks to things happening to them? You're not the same person now as you were before we knew each other. Neither am I. And I still stand by that." ~ Sam Winchester
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He was falling. Deeper and deeper into the darkness of his own mind. There was no light in sight. No light to guide him and pull him out.
Images flashed behind his closed eyelids, images he couldn't understand at first, but slowly started to make a little bit of sense as time dragged on. Looking down at the dead angels with the burned wings laying around him, he knew this was not the first time he had taken a life. There was blood on his hands - and a lot of it.
There was pain, unimaginable pain when his own brother called him a freak and monster before turning against him. And when another brother abandoned him he felt it too. Followed by a long and bloody war, a war caused by him. A long time ago, where angel fought angel and the sky was set ablaze in their fury and blood raining down. And then even more pain. The pain would never stop.
He took a few steps back, standing rather shaky on his own feet as his mind swirled and throbbed painfully, and memories flooded back to him. Painful memories he rather forgot.
"Brother, please! Don't do this to me. I'm scared," he had called out. To a brother whose name wouldn't come to him just yet. But he did not receive any mercy that day, or any day after, and instead he fell. Falling to be swallowed up by darkness as his terrified screams pierced through the sky and his hands clawed towards the fading light he would never be able to return to. Broken and bloodied wings helplessly flapping in the air but unable to carry him anymore.
He gripped his head, trying to force them away. But of course, it did not work that way.
There was so much loneliness. No sound. No light. Nothing but his slowly maddening mind to keep him company as lightning crashed down around his cage. His own personal prison. Curling in on himself, sitting amidst his own broken off feathers, he rocked back and forth as he finally allowed the tears to fall down his cheeks. No one could see him either way. No one would bother. No one would care. He was all alone.
A single name sounded in his head before the darkness finally took him and he was allowed a moment's rest as he collapsed in on himself. It was a name he just knew was his own.
Lucifer.
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A groan slipping past his lips, Lucifer blinked his eyes open slowly. For a second, he looked up at the ceiling, confused where he was, but then he recognized it as Sam's bedroom. The man seemed to have placed him on his bed, still in his clothes with a blanket gently placed over his legs.
Noticing something heavy - and very much alive - laying on his chest, he looked down and faced Gabriel, Sam's pet corgi who had apparently decided to lay down on top of his chest, keeping watch over him. His fluffy tail started waggling and ears perked up when noticing that he was awake. Lucifer frowned slightly. Gabriel. The name held something familiar, something dear to him, but he couldn't place his finger on it. The dog barked and jumped forward, licking his face enthusiastically as Lucifer pulled a face and tried to get away, which only ended with him getting more corgi salvia on his face.
