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Sam dragged a sleeve across his lips and shrugged as much of the blood from his face as he could manage. The air itself seemed to buzz with electricity - and no, not because of the lightning that Jacen was toying with at the tips of his fingers - and Sam, right then and there, felt like he could do anything. That was the demon blood talking. He knew the feeling well. It had always made him stronger, more confident, more...everything. But now? He had taken on more than he ever had before. More than he even believed possible. Sam was running on nothing but raw power and it was with that power that he intended to make Lucifer fall back into the very cage Sam had unlocked for him to begin with.
It was a strong feeling, that confidence. Yet, even though he felt like he could take on the world and then some, there was another emotion that he was riding on as well.
He wanted Lucifer gone. Buried. Forever forgotten in a place where he would never be able to hurt anyone again. After everything that Lucifer had put his family and friends through, Sam wanted to hurt him in the worst way possible. In order to do that, he had to take him down. There was no worse fate for the Devil than to seal him away in the very place that he had spent thousands of years trapped in. That cage was Lucifer's personal Hell and Sam was going to make sure that, this time, his trip there remained eternal.
In order to that, Sam had to channel his rage. His hatred. Everything that Jacen had talked to him about. If he was going to do this, Sam was going to make sure that Lucifer knew just how much he loathed him.
And he would know. They both would. After all, it wasn't just Lucifer that was going to spent the rest of time locked up in his trap. It was the both of them. Together. Forever. They'd have more than enough time to go over just how much Sam despised him.
Sam looked to Jacen, resolve only strengthening at the sight of an ally. Jacen was just another person that Lucifer could and probably would hurt to break Sam down. They had known one another for a long time now. Though they hadn't always agreed on things and though they certainly didn't spend a great deal of time together, Sam knew that he could count on Jacen. He understood him. His motives, his perspective on some of the topics that they'd all battled through in their time here...
Jacen was smart. And he was powerful. Sam trusted that he'd help him do what needed to be done.
"Yes," Sam said, nodding thoughtfully. "I'm ready." Sam wiped at his mouth again. It had been so long since he'd had blood. He'd almost forgotten what it had tasted like. Almost. He tried not to think about what Ruby would say if she knew he'd been drinking it again.
Really, though, Sam was trying hard not to think about what she'd say if she knew about any of what was going on.