Who: Sam Winchester [the_waywwardson], Lucifer (NPC'd with permission from youwillsayyes!), open to Cas [ofthursdays] and Dean [innotddoinggood]. What: Sam's having a bad dream Where: Sam's trailer, A3-N. When: Tonight Warnings: It's not pretty
Sam spent the better part of his wwaking hours trying to convince himself Lucifer wasn't real. He reassured not only Dean and Cas, but all the Sams and Deans, and Cas too, that he was fine. He insisted he could tell the different between what was real and what wasn't real. The truth was, he had no idea, but he suspected that even he wasn't real.
How could any of this be real? There were so many of him, a couple of Deans. One Cas was an angel, another was from a future where Sam let Lucifer wear him to prom and destroy the world. Then there was Jimmy, who had never let Cas in. Cas in a female vessel...Even female versions of Dean and Sam too. It was all too much, especially when dinosaurs were added to the equation...and Sam knew it had to be one of Lucifer's games. What had Luci said? He'd said Sam was still in the cage, he'd never gotten out of the pit, and that making him think he had gotten out was the best torture yet.
At the moment, Sam was laid out on some kind of exam table, stripped down to his skin and scars, strapped down to the table. Fire burned beneath him, meat hooks hung from the ceiling above. A single knife carefully, methodically, sliced his skin, which was peeled off in ribbons. A ball gag kept him from making too much noise. He couldn't scream, he couldn't beg or plead, and even his whimpers were strangled, muted against the ball that pushed against his throat.
He thrashed, hands fisted, eyes bulged, body rocketed up and strained against the leather straps that held him down. Sweat beaded his forehead and wet his back. His thighs trembled, causing his entire body to shake uncontrollably.