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spn_springflingTitle: Do Angels Dream Of Lollipops And Candy Canes?
Pairing: Sam/Lucifer
Rating:NC-17 for sex and language
Warnings: non-con, dub-con, mention of rape, disturbing imagery, face-fucking
Spoilers: 5x03, 5x04
"Why me?" Sam asks, even though he's pretty sure he already knows the answer; has in fact known it for a while but only now is he truly understanding. From Azazel to the Croatoan experiment, from Meg to the showdown in Cold Oak, and Ruby. Zachariah's declaration about Dean's destiny as the Michael Sword was the final piece of the puzzle.
"Because it had to be you, Sam. It always had to be you."
Sam looks up.
Lucifer is gone.
Sam rushes to the bathroom and throws up. Stays on shaking knees for a few more gut-wrenching moments... "Oh shit. Oh fuck. Dean..." then rinses his mouth, rubs his dripping hands over his face and backwards through his hair. "...Dean'll help. Dean'll know what to do. Gotta get to Dean."
He can still feel Lucifer's hand on his shoulder, Lucifer's fingers entwined with his own. Bile rises again with the memory, the sickening violation of everything he loves and misses about Jess and he spits into the basin. Although Sam wants to scrub his whole body til it's bloody and raw, he pisses, showers and packs in record time. When he sees the tiny red dot labelled 'D' on the GPS tracker blinking over a location only three hundred miles away, he almost starts crying. He checks out two hours before dawn and heads north-east.
Forty minutes later, Sam doesn't panic too badly when his call isn't answered straight away. 'Sonovabitch always was a heavy sleeper,' he tells himself as he loosens his grip a little on the steering wheel. It does nothing to lessen his anxiety though. It's been almost three months since he left and although he has tried not to think about it, anything could have happened to Dean. Finally he hears a mumbled, "Damn it, Cas, I need to sleep!" and relief floods through him.
It doesn't last long.
Never in a million years, did Sam think Dean would ever turn him away or ignore such a blatant cry for help. He pinches himself to make sure he's not dreaming. Nope, wide-awake. He's tempted to shout 'Christo' just in case when he remembers everything Dean said to him in the parking lot at the hospital. 'You chose her over me. You let me down and I can't forgive or forget and I can't trust you and there's absolutely nothing you can ever do or say to fix things.'
Instead, he says, "I mean it. I am sick of being a puppet to these sons of bitches. I'm gonna hunt him down, Dean."
"Oh, so, we're back to revenge, then, are we? Yeah, 'cause that worked out so well last time."
He wants to say, 'Damn right, revenge.' But he doesn't. He needs Dean on his side and at his back. Goes for the safe option instead.
"Not revenge. Redemption."
Things just go downhill from there. "Dean, don't do this," Sam pleads.
"Bye, Sam."
The line goes dead. He calls back and it goes straight to voicemail. Still clutching the phone in his hand, the GPS tracker useless at his side, Sam pulls the car over to the edge of the dark, empty highway and cries.
***
Before Sam finally falls asleep just after midnight, he tosses and turns. Different parts of his body are either too hot or too cold. The solitary pillow is firm but pancake-flat, the mattress soft but uncomfortably lumpy.
Pick a hemisphere. Stay away from each other.
"Dean, don't do this."
Bye, Sam.
"Hello, Sam."
Sam flinches at the whisper-soft sound. His eye-lids close a little bit tighter, his stomach does a slow rolling flip. Otherwise he doesn't move a muscle. He knows he's still dreaming, that Lucifer isn't really sitting at the end of his bed gently stroking his left ankle but that doesn't make his fear any less real.
"Come now." He sounds offended. "I'm not here to hurt you, Sam."
"No," Sam murmurs through clenched lips.
The stroking stops a minute later and Sam makes a beeline for the bathroom before he's even fully awake. He returns with his throat sore from vomiting and a first degree burn on his lower calf. He slathers aloe vera gel over the affected area then plays 'Free Cell' on his laptop until his eye-lids droop with exhaustion.
***
Not stronger. Weaker.
"Dean, don't do this."
Bye, Sam.
"Hey there, Sammy."
"Don't call me that." He rolls over but Lucifer follows.
"Say please, Sammy." His chest presses against Sam's back, his knee sliding between Sam's thighs as if it belongs there.
"Please."
"Good boy." He lazily kisses the top of Sam's shoulder before vanishing.
Sam plays 'Tetris' breaking his PB twice.
As dawn shines through the pale green curtains, Sam begins to formulate a plan. It's crazy as hell but, if he's correct about the Lore and he's pretty damn sure he is, it should work. He's got three of the five ingredients he needs in his duffel. One of the remaining two will be easy to pick up at the supermarket down the street. The other will be more of a challenge and a dangerous one at that but not impossible. He just hopes he can be brave and strong enough to do what needs to be done. The fate of so many lives - not only his and Dean's but the entire damn planet - depends on it.
He goes for a two mile run to clear his mind and settle his nerves. When he gets back to the motel room, he adds his purchase of ground ginger to the small pile of zip-lock bags on the nightstand and showers. He goes to bed naked, feeling more vulnerable and alone than he has in his entire life. He has no support, no back-up. Whether this works or not, he's well and truly fucked.
Sleep comes quickly. And so does the nightmare.
Bye, Sam.
"Rise and shine, Sammy." Moist coolness flows over his cock. An icy tongue laps at the base, licks up the limp curved length and swirls over the head.
Sam shivers. Reminds himself it's only a dream. It's not real. He's not real.
"Sorry about the cold, sweetheart," Lucifer says as he kisses his way up Sam's torso. His grip is firm as he jerks Sam off, fingers spread, thumb rubbing across the flared head with enough pressure to make Sam gasp. With pain or pleasure? Sam doesn't know. All he does know is that he fucking hates it. "I'll have you warmed up and raring to go in no time."
Sam forces himself to relax, to moan and squirm enticingly as Lucifer explores his body with his mouth and lips, his teeth and tongue, his hands and fingers. He sucks one hickey over Sam's hip and another over his heart and nibbles along his collar-bone from left to right and back again. He uses his teeth to bite and bruise and draw tiny pinpricks of blood all over Sam's belly and on the inside of each thigh and behind his knees. He teases each nipple until they both stand erect and pink and proud. He roughly nuzzles both sides of Sam's throat, a cold hand under his chin slowly forcing his head back inch by painful inch.
Sam cries out in genuine pain but Lucifer doesn't stop, just whispers, "Hush and quiet, my love, and good boy and so sweet," in Sam's ear. And then he attacks Sam's mouth, plundering and assaulting and forcing himself inside giving Sam no chance to resist or escape. He pins Sam's hands above his head, wrists held so tight the bones grind against each other. He strokes Sam's cock hard and squeezes his balls even harder, rolling them in his fingers, scratching the tender sac with his nails.
When Lucifer finally pulls back, Sam screams, "Stop! Oh God, please stop."
And Lucifer does. He slides off Sam and gathers him in his arms, cradling him close and snug. No words are spoken, the only sounds are soft brushes of Lucifer's lips across Sam's cheeks and forehead. The caresses over Sam's pecs and waist and groin are gentle and soothing, those of a lover. His lover.
Minutes or hours or days pass. Sam orgasms at once when Lucifer breaches him with two fingers then again immediately after on Lucifer's command of "Now, Sammy." Lucifer presses fingers slippery with semen against Sam's lips and he licks them clean. Lucifer collects more from the small puddle on Sam's belly and this time he suckles them like a new-born baby.
Sam turns in Lucifer's embrace, straddling his lap. He wraps his arms loosely around Lucifer's neck, fingers tangled in his hair to guide them closer and kisses him slowly, with a passion and desire he hasn't felt since Jess. He's not going to lie. Lucifer has chosen a very attractive body as his temporary vessel, tall but not too lean with tousled sandy hair and piercing blue eyes.
He doesn't have to speak, doesn't have to ask. Lucifer knows what he wants and he gives his permission with a smile. Without losing eye contact, Sam wriggles backwards until he is kneeling between Lucifer's spread legs, lowers his head and takes Lucifer's long hard cock into his mouth and to the back of his throat in one smooth swallow.
Lucifer sits up a little and gently takes Sam's hands in his own, entwining their fingers. Sam has to adjust his position but he doesn't break the steady rhythm of the blowjob. Lucifer encourages him to take more, go faster or slower, suck harder or softer and Sam obeys without resistance, without hesitation.
More minutes or hours or days pass.
"Submit to me, Sam. You must surrender all of yourself, your body, your mind, your soul," Lucifer orders as he moves to his knees. He lets go of Sam's hands, grabs fistfuls of his hair and begins face-fucking Sam as savagely as he kissed him earlier. The multiple jets of semen that are forced down his throat and flood his mouth when Lucifer comes are icy cold, so cold in fact they burn. Sam gags and chokes as he swallows. He can't breath and Lucifer is still ejaculating, his cock seeming to get thicker and longer with every pulse of bitter fluid.
Finally it ends and Lucifer withdraws and leans back against the mound of pillows with a look of utter satisfaction on his face.
Sam collapses, completely exhausted. Semen dribbles out of his mouth and down his chin but he just doesn't have the energy or will to swipe it away. He can barely open his eyes to look at his lover. But he must so he does.
"Well, that was certainly worth waiting a few thousand millennia for," Lucifer says, pleasure gleaming in his eyes. "If only you weren't my true vessel, I'd keep you just like this for all of eternity. Naked and well-fucked." It's crass but there is genuine love in his voice.
Sam sends a silent plea and Lucifer welcomes him into his arms once more, cradling him again, kissing and caressing him again. Sam sobs and Lucifer licks away his tears. He strokes his cock and penetrates him again with three fingers then four, not stopping until Sam comes twice more.
Sam whispers, "I want you to fuck me. Please, I need it. Need you."
Lucifer starts to roll him face-down on the bed but Sam stops him. "No. Not here." He leans forward and whispers in Lucifer's ear. "Kansas City. Century Hotel. Room 113."
Sam wakes and immediately rolls over onto his belly, hands curled into loose fists either side of his head. One leg is bent at the knee, giving what he hopes is an enticing glimpse of his anus. He closes his eyes and takes a long deep breath, trying to prepare himself for what is about to happen. But how do you prepare yourself to be raped? And it will be rape, no doubt about it. Sam doesn't want Lucifer to fuck him, not now, not ever but he has to let him, has no other choice if his plan is to work. He counts the seconds in his head just like he did when Eli abducted him. Sixty, ninety, one hundred and twenty, one hundred and-
"Hello, Sam." Lucifer appears just inside the doorway. He stays there for another full minute, watching Sam struggle to stay still before he makes his way across the room. He runs one lube-coated finger down the length of Sam's spine over the swell of his buttocks, pushing it between his cheeks and straight inside him.
Sam flinches and groans. He can't help it. This is not a dream. This is real and it hurts.
"It's okay, Sam. Relax. I'm not here to hurt you." He adds another slick finger, stretching and greasing the tight entrance as he speaks. "I said you would let me in and," he climbs on to the bed and settles his full weight on top of Sam, "here you are, letting me in." He replaces his fingers with his stiff cock and pushes in with one quick shove.
It's over in only a couple of minutes which is two minutes too long for Sam. Lucifer comes with a final, deep brutal thrust that wrenches an agonized cry from Sam. Somehow he resists the almost primal urge to push Lucifer away. Lucifer slips off him instead.
By the time Sam has mixed the ingredients together - he nearly pukes when he twists around to scoop a glob of semen out of his ass - and drunk the foul concoction, Lucifer is fast asleep and snoring softly.
He barely has time to lay down before sleep claims him. When he opens his eyes a second later he sees something that is more horrific than he ever thought imaginable. He is standing on the shore of a sea of bodies as far as the eye can see in each and every direction. There are men and women of all ages, children and toddlers and newborns. Millions of them drenched in millions of gallons of blood, intestines and hearts and lungs and brains and stomachs, bile, acid and shit. The stench should be overwhelming but a steady breeze carries it away towards the distant horizon. Sam looks in that direction and sees Lucifer seated on a throne. He is dressed all in white and holding a red rose.
As he walks towards him, Sam hears a deep and regal voice. "All for you, my most favoured son. Now do you believe how much I love you above and beyond all of my other creations?"
He can't hear Lucifer's reply but that doesn't matter. He feels very good and very powerful. Victory, in this battle at least, is his and they both know it.
"Hello, Lucifer," Sam says. "I bet you didn't think you'd ever find me here."
THE END
Pairing: Sam/Lucifer
Rating:NC-17 for sex and language
Warnings: non-con, dub-con, mention of rape, disturbing imagery, face-fucking
Spoilers: 5x03, 5x04
"Why me?" Sam asks, even though he's pretty sure he already knows the answer; has in fact known it for a while but only now is he truly understanding. From Azazel to the Croatoan experiment, from Meg to the showdown in Cold Oak, and Ruby. Zachariah's declaration about Dean's destiny as the Michael Sword was the final piece of the puzzle.
"Because it had to be you, Sam. It always had to be you."
Sam looks up.
Lucifer is gone.
Sam rushes to the bathroom and throws up. Stays on shaking knees for a few more gut-wrenching moments... "Oh shit. Oh fuck. Dean..." then rinses his mouth, rubs his dripping hands over his face and backwards through his hair. "...Dean'll help. Dean'll know what to do. Gotta get to Dean."
He can still feel Lucifer's hand on his shoulder, Lucifer's fingers entwined with his own. Bile rises again with the memory, the sickening violation of everything he loves and misses about Jess and he spits into the basin. Although Sam wants to scrub his whole body til it's bloody and raw, he pisses, showers and packs in record time. When he sees the tiny red dot labelled 'D' on the GPS tracker blinking over a location only three hundred miles away, he almost starts crying. He checks out two hours before dawn and heads north-east.
Forty minutes later, Sam doesn't panic too badly when his call isn't answered straight away. 'Sonovabitch always was a heavy sleeper,' he tells himself as he loosens his grip a little on the steering wheel. It does nothing to lessen his anxiety though. It's been almost three months since he left and although he has tried not to think about it, anything could have happened to Dean. Finally he hears a mumbled, "Damn it, Cas, I need to sleep!" and relief floods through him.
It doesn't last long.
Never in a million years, did Sam think Dean would ever turn him away or ignore such a blatant cry for help. He pinches himself to make sure he's not dreaming. Nope, wide-awake. He's tempted to shout 'Christo' just in case when he remembers everything Dean said to him in the parking lot at the hospital. 'You chose her over me. You let me down and I can't forgive or forget and I can't trust you and there's absolutely nothing you can ever do or say to fix things.'
Instead, he says, "I mean it. I am sick of being a puppet to these sons of bitches. I'm gonna hunt him down, Dean."
"Oh, so, we're back to revenge, then, are we? Yeah, 'cause that worked out so well last time."
He wants to say, 'Damn right, revenge.' But he doesn't. He needs Dean on his side and at his back. Goes for the safe option instead.
"Not revenge. Redemption."
Things just go downhill from there. "Dean, don't do this," Sam pleads.
"Bye, Sam."
The line goes dead. He calls back and it goes straight to voicemail. Still clutching the phone in his hand, the GPS tracker useless at his side, Sam pulls the car over to the edge of the dark, empty highway and cries.
***
Before Sam finally falls asleep just after midnight, he tosses and turns. Different parts of his body are either too hot or too cold. The solitary pillow is firm but pancake-flat, the mattress soft but uncomfortably lumpy.
Pick a hemisphere. Stay away from each other.
"Dean, don't do this."
Bye, Sam.
"Hello, Sam."
Sam flinches at the whisper-soft sound. His eye-lids close a little bit tighter, his stomach does a slow rolling flip. Otherwise he doesn't move a muscle. He knows he's still dreaming, that Lucifer isn't really sitting at the end of his bed gently stroking his left ankle but that doesn't make his fear any less real.
"Come now." He sounds offended. "I'm not here to hurt you, Sam."
"No," Sam murmurs through clenched lips.
The stroking stops a minute later and Sam makes a beeline for the bathroom before he's even fully awake. He returns with his throat sore from vomiting and a first degree burn on his lower calf. He slathers aloe vera gel over the affected area then plays 'Free Cell' on his laptop until his eye-lids droop with exhaustion.
***
Not stronger. Weaker.
"Dean, don't do this."
Bye, Sam.
"Hey there, Sammy."
"Don't call me that." He rolls over but Lucifer follows.
"Say please, Sammy." His chest presses against Sam's back, his knee sliding between Sam's thighs as if it belongs there.
"Please."
"Good boy." He lazily kisses the top of Sam's shoulder before vanishing.
Sam plays 'Tetris' breaking his PB twice.
As dawn shines through the pale green curtains, Sam begins to formulate a plan. It's crazy as hell but, if he's correct about the Lore and he's pretty damn sure he is, it should work. He's got three of the five ingredients he needs in his duffel. One of the remaining two will be easy to pick up at the supermarket down the street. The other will be more of a challenge and a dangerous one at that but not impossible. He just hopes he can be brave and strong enough to do what needs to be done. The fate of so many lives - not only his and Dean's but the entire damn planet - depends on it.
He goes for a two mile run to clear his mind and settle his nerves. When he gets back to the motel room, he adds his purchase of ground ginger to the small pile of zip-lock bags on the nightstand and showers. He goes to bed naked, feeling more vulnerable and alone than he has in his entire life. He has no support, no back-up. Whether this works or not, he's well and truly fucked.
Sleep comes quickly. And so does the nightmare.
Bye, Sam.
"Rise and shine, Sammy." Moist coolness flows over his cock. An icy tongue laps at the base, licks up the limp curved length and swirls over the head.
Sam shivers. Reminds himself it's only a dream. It's not real. He's not real.
"Sorry about the cold, sweetheart," Lucifer says as he kisses his way up Sam's torso. His grip is firm as he jerks Sam off, fingers spread, thumb rubbing across the flared head with enough pressure to make Sam gasp. With pain or pleasure? Sam doesn't know. All he does know is that he fucking hates it. "I'll have you warmed up and raring to go in no time."
Sam forces himself to relax, to moan and squirm enticingly as Lucifer explores his body with his mouth and lips, his teeth and tongue, his hands and fingers. He sucks one hickey over Sam's hip and another over his heart and nibbles along his collar-bone from left to right and back again. He uses his teeth to bite and bruise and draw tiny pinpricks of blood all over Sam's belly and on the inside of each thigh and behind his knees. He teases each nipple until they both stand erect and pink and proud. He roughly nuzzles both sides of Sam's throat, a cold hand under his chin slowly forcing his head back inch by painful inch.
Sam cries out in genuine pain but Lucifer doesn't stop, just whispers, "Hush and quiet, my love, and good boy and so sweet," in Sam's ear. And then he attacks Sam's mouth, plundering and assaulting and forcing himself inside giving Sam no chance to resist or escape. He pins Sam's hands above his head, wrists held so tight the bones grind against each other. He strokes Sam's cock hard and squeezes his balls even harder, rolling them in his fingers, scratching the tender sac with his nails.
When Lucifer finally pulls back, Sam screams, "Stop! Oh God, please stop."
And Lucifer does. He slides off Sam and gathers him in his arms, cradling him close and snug. No words are spoken, the only sounds are soft brushes of Lucifer's lips across Sam's cheeks and forehead. The caresses over Sam's pecs and waist and groin are gentle and soothing, those of a lover. His lover.
Minutes or hours or days pass. Sam orgasms at once when Lucifer breaches him with two fingers then again immediately after on Lucifer's command of "Now, Sammy." Lucifer presses fingers slippery with semen against Sam's lips and he licks them clean. Lucifer collects more from the small puddle on Sam's belly and this time he suckles them like a new-born baby.
Sam turns in Lucifer's embrace, straddling his lap. He wraps his arms loosely around Lucifer's neck, fingers tangled in his hair to guide them closer and kisses him slowly, with a passion and desire he hasn't felt since Jess. He's not going to lie. Lucifer has chosen a very attractive body as his temporary vessel, tall but not too lean with tousled sandy hair and piercing blue eyes.
He doesn't have to speak, doesn't have to ask. Lucifer knows what he wants and he gives his permission with a smile. Without losing eye contact, Sam wriggles backwards until he is kneeling between Lucifer's spread legs, lowers his head and takes Lucifer's long hard cock into his mouth and to the back of his throat in one smooth swallow.
Lucifer sits up a little and gently takes Sam's hands in his own, entwining their fingers. Sam has to adjust his position but he doesn't break the steady rhythm of the blowjob. Lucifer encourages him to take more, go faster or slower, suck harder or softer and Sam obeys without resistance, without hesitation.
More minutes or hours or days pass.
"Submit to me, Sam. You must surrender all of yourself, your body, your mind, your soul," Lucifer orders as he moves to his knees. He lets go of Sam's hands, grabs fistfuls of his hair and begins face-fucking Sam as savagely as he kissed him earlier. The multiple jets of semen that are forced down his throat and flood his mouth when Lucifer comes are icy cold, so cold in fact they burn. Sam gags and chokes as he swallows. He can't breath and Lucifer is still ejaculating, his cock seeming to get thicker and longer with every pulse of bitter fluid.
Finally it ends and Lucifer withdraws and leans back against the mound of pillows with a look of utter satisfaction on his face.
Sam collapses, completely exhausted. Semen dribbles out of his mouth and down his chin but he just doesn't have the energy or will to swipe it away. He can barely open his eyes to look at his lover. But he must so he does.
"Well, that was certainly worth waiting a few thousand millennia for," Lucifer says, pleasure gleaming in his eyes. "If only you weren't my true vessel, I'd keep you just like this for all of eternity. Naked and well-fucked." It's crass but there is genuine love in his voice.
Sam sends a silent plea and Lucifer welcomes him into his arms once more, cradling him again, kissing and caressing him again. Sam sobs and Lucifer licks away his tears. He strokes his cock and penetrates him again with three fingers then four, not stopping until Sam comes twice more.
Sam whispers, "I want you to fuck me. Please, I need it. Need you."
Lucifer starts to roll him face-down on the bed but Sam stops him. "No. Not here." He leans forward and whispers in Lucifer's ear. "Kansas City. Century Hotel. Room 113."
Sam wakes and immediately rolls over onto his belly, hands curled into loose fists either side of his head. One leg is bent at the knee, giving what he hopes is an enticing glimpse of his anus. He closes his eyes and takes a long deep breath, trying to prepare himself for what is about to happen. But how do you prepare yourself to be raped? And it will be rape, no doubt about it. Sam doesn't want Lucifer to fuck him, not now, not ever but he has to let him, has no other choice if his plan is to work. He counts the seconds in his head just like he did when Eli abducted him. Sixty, ninety, one hundred and twenty, one hundred and-
"Hello, Sam." Lucifer appears just inside the doorway. He stays there for another full minute, watching Sam struggle to stay still before he makes his way across the room. He runs one lube-coated finger down the length of Sam's spine over the swell of his buttocks, pushing it between his cheeks and straight inside him.
Sam flinches and groans. He can't help it. This is not a dream. This is real and it hurts.
"It's okay, Sam. Relax. I'm not here to hurt you." He adds another slick finger, stretching and greasing the tight entrance as he speaks. "I said you would let me in and," he climbs on to the bed and settles his full weight on top of Sam, "here you are, letting me in." He replaces his fingers with his stiff cock and pushes in with one quick shove.
It's over in only a couple of minutes which is two minutes too long for Sam. Lucifer comes with a final, deep brutal thrust that wrenches an agonized cry from Sam. Somehow he resists the almost primal urge to push Lucifer away. Lucifer slips off him instead.
By the time Sam has mixed the ingredients together - he nearly pukes when he twists around to scoop a glob of semen out of his ass - and drunk the foul concoction, Lucifer is fast asleep and snoring softly.
He barely has time to lay down before sleep claims him. When he opens his eyes a second later he sees something that is more horrific than he ever thought imaginable. He is standing on the shore of a sea of bodies as far as the eye can see in each and every direction. There are men and women of all ages, children and toddlers and newborns. Millions of them drenched in millions of gallons of blood, intestines and hearts and lungs and brains and stomachs, bile, acid and shit. The stench should be overwhelming but a steady breeze carries it away towards the distant horizon. Sam looks in that direction and sees Lucifer seated on a throne. He is dressed all in white and holding a red rose.
As he walks towards him, Sam hears a deep and regal voice. "All for you, my most favoured son. Now do you believe how much I love you above and beyond all of my other creations?"
He can't hear Lucifer's reply but that doesn't matter. He feels very good and very powerful. Victory, in this battle at least, is his and they both know it.
"Hello, Lucifer," Sam says. "I bet you didn't think you'd ever find me here."
THE END
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Date: 2015-03-18 02:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-31 05:18 am (UTC)I squeeled when I saw Sam/Lucifer as a pairing, so I knew I was going to have fun writing the fic. And then a prompt just jumped up and started screaming "pick me!! Pick me!!" I figure you can guess which one. Within minutes I had the idea in mind of Sam turning the tables and stalking Lucifer's dreams.
There was so much more I wanted to include and I'm sorry that the ending was so rushed. I'm doing an expanded version that I hope you'll like just as much (maybe even more???)
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Date: 2015-04-01 02:00 am (UTC)I really loved this, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since it posted. Poor Sam, and his need to atone which led to such a horrific sacrifice. This was perfectly dark and awesome, and I'll happily read an expanded version if you post it!
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Date: 2015-03-18 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-31 05:25 am (UTC)Sam's recurring nightmare of his last convo with Dean was one of the first images that came to me. And because I had so few words to work with, I had to really choose which lines to include, so I choose the ones that what Dean said would hurt Sam the most (I am a Sam!whump whore, the more he's hurt and tortured the more I love him) and definitely him saying Goodbye and hanging up must have torn Sam's heart out and was a major motivation to battle Lucifer.
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Date: 2015-03-19 11:05 am (UTC)Tough to read, but very creepy and effective.
I wasn't exactly clear though on what Sam has done - cast a spell that will allow him to enter Lucifer's dreams? To what end?
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Date: 2015-03-31 05:35 am (UTC)In SPN, the boys use African dreamroot and the 'dreamer's' DNA (in this case, Lucifer's semen) to enter their dreams. I didn't want to reveal his plan too early so was probably too subtle. Once there, they can turn bad dreams good, and good dreams bad. Had I more words, I would have described things in a lot more detail.
Basically, Sam wanted to show Lucifer that he could stalk him and that he wasn't afraid of him, when in fact Sam was terrified of being the Devil's true vessel and knowing Lucifer could and would just bring him back if he killed himself . He knew he couldn't beat Lucifer in Real Life but in his dreams he would be more of an equal and a definite threat.
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Date: 2015-03-31 08:24 am (UTC)No, I think you did a good job! I am just not as up on SPN canon as I used to be, and haven't seen 3x10 in many years, so I wasn't 100% sure. I actually liked the careful and slow reveal of Sam's intentions!
But thank you so much for explaining Sam's mindset at the end more! That's kinda what I thought - that Sam wanted to show Lucifer that the tables could be turned...
I saw where you said in another comment below that you are thinking of writing an expanded version of this story - I would read that for sure! This is a very interesting piece and I really appreciated its intense focus on Sam, emotionally, mentally, and physically. An even longer take would be most welcome.
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Date: 2015-03-20 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-31 05:56 am (UTC)There was a very fine line between not revealing Sam's plan to early and giving enough subtle hints and details that confuse the reader. I'd hope on a second reading things were a bit clearer.
Strangely, Lucifer's dream took me the longest to work out. I really had to think about what Lucifer would want and how to convey it when I was really short on words. So, of course, he would want God to prove His love for him by slaughtering Mankind.
I hope so too. I do have some ideas to include in my extended version that will expand on a lot of the scenes, including what happens next.
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Date: 2015-03-23 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-31 06:09 am (UTC)Poor Sam!! Yes, I agree but I also love that he's refusing to remain the victim, that he's going to take the battle to Lucifer and fight him in any way he can.
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Date: 2015-04-03 06:30 pm (UTC)