Open Starter || Sam Winchester || Angst
“Heya, Sammy. Where are you going so soon? The fun is just getting started.”
That voice. That damned voice was one of the things that kept Sam awake at night. He was terrified, that if he goes to sleep, he’ll wake up in the cage — just how Lucifer presumed it might happen, appearing in all kinds of places, telling him...
“You could never get rid of me, don’t you remember? I never even let you go. You’re stuck in this cage with me.”
It took one glance around for his surroundings to change — from the living room, to the torture room, possibly Lucifer’s favorite place, filled with hooks and chains with meat on it. Skin. Sam’s skin. He felt himself burn up from the inside, reaching for the nearest pipe, and staring ahead in deep fear of what might come. “You’re not — No, don’t get near me, STAY AWAY FROM ME!” He took a swing, cutting thin air in real life, but there, in his mind, he heard the chains clack and wrap around his body, binding him to the floor, squeezing around his bones and muscles. Sam whined and yelled in sheer panic, losing his voice - the chains were pushing at his throat. He was laying on the ground, trying to pry away, until his hands were bound to the floor with invisible chains too. Lucifer’s laugh echoed around, and Sam cried, feeling the tears come down in waterfalls. “Isn’t it real enough for you, Sammy? It’s real enough for me!”
