Supernatural [Reader Insert]

23. Dazed and Confused

Bobby put Sam on cleaning duty and laid out a bunch of guns in front of him when he went upstairs. Bobby went outside after that.

"Imagine how many banks we could rob," Lucifer appeared standing next to him and Sam jumped.

"That's at least..." Lucifer pretended to point and count, "seventeen?"

"That doesn't make any sense," Sam mumbled.

The devil shrugged and sat down next to him on the couch.

Sam stood up and paced into the kitchen. Lucifer walked over to the fireplace and grabbed one of the pokers. He walked into the middle of the living room and started swinging it like a golf club.

"Okay, if this is some dream," Sam turned to Lucifer, "and you've got power over it, why don't you just end it?" Sam held his arms out.

"End it?" Lucifer stopped swinging and stood up straight. He pointed between them, "This- you not knowing what's real- the paint slowly peeling off your walls- Come on, man. This is the sweet spot. Why would I end it?" He resumed his golfer stance. "It's not like we got HBO in the pit. All I've got is you, floatin' over the coals with half a hope that you're gonna figure it all out." He stood back up and pointed at Sam. "There's only one way to figure it out, Sam. It's up to you. It ends when you can't take it anymore."

Sam shook his head.

Lucifer pointed the fire poker at the pile of guns on Bobby's desk. "I think that's why we're cleaning our guns."

"Shut up," Sam said.

Lucifer shot him a pointed look.

"I said, shut up!" Sam shouted.

"Hey, Sam," Bobby said gently, entering from the kitchen door outside.

Sam turned, breathing heavily.

"You, uh... having a little bag-lady moment?" Bobby asked him.

Sam turned back to the living room. Lucifer was gone. He looked at Bobby. "Sorry. I-"

Bobby held up a finger and turned to the fridge. He pulled out two beers and handed one to Sam.

"Thanks." Sam took it.

Bobby smiled at him reassuringly. They both took a drink.

"You know, after..." Sam trailed off, trying to collect his thoughts into words, "everything... All these years- all that we've been through..." Sam shook his head.

"You beat the devil before, kid," Bobby told him.

Sam sighed. "It's kind of different."

"Not really," Bobby shook his head. "You'll get a handle on this, too. You will."

Sam looked over at Bobby again and found Lucifer behind him, looking curiously at the sharp end of the fire poker. Sam stared.

"You're not in hell anymore," Bobby continued. "You're here with us."

Lucifer shook his head slightly and then jammed the poker through Bobby's back and out his chest. Sam jumped. He stared at the blood dripping from it.

"You hear me, Sam?" Bobby asked.

Sam nodded shakily. "Yeah, I hear you, Bobby."

Bobby's phone rang and he walked over to his wall of phones. "Hello?" he picked up the one that was flashing. He looked over at Sam as he listened, mumbling an 'mhm' or 'alright'. "I'll be right there," he said and then hung up. "I've gotta go," he told Sam. "Rugaru not far from here. We're the closest."