Derek wasn't sure what to make of any of this - the guts on his side, the powder, the dirt. It was all so farfetched, but there was nothing normal about any of this situation, so he just tried to focus on what was happening. Destiny had said that he'd need to do his part, so he just followed directions as instructed, even if generally he wasn't the best for following directions.
And, even if laying down in the dirt, and being covered by dirt, made him feel so damn ridiculous that a part of him was tempted to just get up and walk away.
Before he could, though, he felt a force bursting forward in a way that took him by surprise. His features changed effortlessly, and Derek no longer heard or noticed anyone around him. Laura didn't exist. Talia, Lydia, Destiny - none of them existed as he burst up and set off towards the woods. The predator in him was alert to every sound, every movement, and soon as he caught the scent of prey, he set off deeper into the woods until he came across a buck that wasn't aware of the wolf that was about to kill it.
It should have disgusted him to follow Destiny's instructions, and deep down he knew that later on he'd look back on this and wonder how the fuck he had been able to drink the buck's blood, but right now there was no time for that. The heat coming off from his scar was enough to remind him what he had to do, what he needed to do to fix what Dick Roman had managed to do to him, and he pushed himself until every last drop was gone.
"What do you see, Derek?"
Looking up, Derek noticed he wasn't in the woods anymore. The room was dark. It was so dark, but he didn't have to look around to know where he was. He could hear the clock ticking. That stupid clock that he had heard so many times, reminding him of what was coming.
It wasn't real. It wasn't real. Destiny had said...
"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" Lucifer smirked, and Derek tried to leap forward to attack, but he was tied. He couldn't move, and Derek could feel the binds holding him down against the gurney. "It's pathetic, thinking you can defeat me. That you can change...any of this. What are you going to do now, Derek? When I come after your family, what are you going to do when you can't even tell if you're dreaming or not?"
A wave of pain hit him so hard that he could barely gasp in pain, but then it felt like the poker that had been used on him so many times was twisted from the inside out. It was enough to blind him for a moment, and a strangled scream of pure agony tore through his throat as he fought against it.
There was no fighting, though. Suddenly there was a knife tearing his skin right open, and Dick Roman looked down at him as amusement danced in his eyes. He was saying something, but Derek couldn't hear him. The masked man was behind him, taunting him. His voice droned in, like a high pitch that made him cringe, but before he could figure out what he was saying, there were flames all around him. Smoke was filling his lungs, he could feel the flames all throughout his body, and as he moved all he could see was his house. His old house burning down around him, and he could hear them. He could hear his parents, and his sisters. He could hear his aunts, his uncles, his cousins. They were crying out in pain, were screaming his name, and all he wanted to do was for beg for it to stop. Please, he wanted to say, please just stop. STOP.
STOP.
And then it did.
The noises around him stopped. The flames, the pain, the room itself, everything was just gone, and Derek tried to focus. His vision was blurry, his breathing ragged, but suddenly he noticed there were trees above him. There was snow on the ground. He wasn't in the room anymore. He wasn't dying surrounded by flames, and he breathed in relief with his eyes closed as he let the cold snow burn his skin.