《 LUCIFER. 》
Inside of the cage, Lucifer holds the control, the power of the situation. Once again they are together on this insane place and Lucifer cannot help but to feel a taste of payback for how he ended up rotting in this Cage the second time. It makes him smile, though the smile is absent of any feeling but pride. “Your little angel friend cannot take you out this time. And if he does—in what condition?” The devil taunts, his steps echo through the room because he wishes so.
Cold eyes stare at the other intensely, receiving only side glances from Sam, and he cannot help but to keep walking with ease, after all, he can’t go anywhere but there, with him. “You still need me Sam, to take down the Darkness, you need me—and I need you.” It was a fact, that despite the state of his vessel right now (so many things, the Trials, possession of others who weren’t him), Lucifer still hold that celestial ground on him. Sam Winchester was his true vessel and that wouldn’t change.
Dean had been right. He shouldn’t have put so much faith into his visions -- when had they ever been anything GOOD, anyway? In the past, all they had ever done, in the end, was lead him straight to the Devil. And now he was. Following his visions. Straight to the Devil once more. In the cage. Sam closes his eyes, breathing coming out rough as he tries to count backwards from ten and remain calm. His heart’s in his throat and he tries not to let Lucifer’s words get to him - tries not to remember how his body ended up topside while his soul rotted down in Hell, privy to all of Lucifer’s games and payback. He thought he’d beaten the Devil twice already - first in body and second in mind. But here he was. Lucifer in his head again. It’s like he’d never escaped. And Lucifer’s words send a chill down his spine, makes his throat close and his stomach churn in fear. Cas wasn’t in a good way. He wasn’t the seraph he was when God had brought him back, and if Rowena hadn’t managed to keep Lucifer bound with her spell --
" ... Maybe. Maybe not. But they’ll figure out a way to get me out of here. “ As Lucifer walks, Sam moves away, steps slow and cautious but clumsy in how they keep trying to move back, out of reach, like if he moves enough he’ll get away despite only having so much room in the rusted metal cage. “ No. Not if it means -- “ He swallows through the lump in his throat. “ Not if it means you getting a out of jail free card. Especially using my body. Not -- No. “ The Devil scares him. It’s a truth he’s never said out loud but after more than a century spent in company with the angel down below and countless hallucinations and nightmares -- it’s a truth that isn’t as hidden or subtle as he’d like it to be. And Sam will always look up to God. But he’ll never go through that again. Through possession. Never. Not for God, not to escape punishment. It wasn’t worth it.
“ There has to be another way. “ He repeats, mostly for himself at this point, but with the cold permeating his breath and the glow of Lucifer’s eyes in the dark, his words feel empty and hollow.
