He should be scared of him, Sam knows this. But he isn't. Any past or could have been futures is obliterated from Sam's thoughts, and he can only remember the beach.
He takes a step towards the Reaper, and thinks, yes.
The Reaper unclasps his hands and brings a pale hand to Sam's chest. Heat explodes out from his hand, and roles through Sam. The beach shivers with Sam, and he can hear himself gasping.
Abruptly, the Reaper pulls his hand away from Sam, surprise evident, despite his lack of expression. The heat leaves with him, and Sam feels even colder than before. Sam's knees weaken, and he trembles as the Reaper takes a step away from Sam.
A noise makes its way through his throat, uncontrolled.
I can't be left here. I can't!
He tries to make a grab for the man, but the Reaper simply melts away into the beach, leaving Sam alone, again.
No, not alone.
He feels it like a burn across his back and shoulders. A pressure builds, and his muscles twitch.
He knows who is there, but he makes himself look anyways. He turns around to see Lucifer. He's in his vessel, yet he doesn't look like he's disintegrating like the last time they met.
Lucifer meets Sam's gaze, and Sam freezes. He's beautiful.
“Sam,” Lucifer calls, softly. “It's not time. You are still needed.”
“No,” Sam whispers. He takes a step backwards.
Lucifer looks amused and takes a step forward.
“Sam, it's time to go back.” He stretches a perfect hand out towards Sam. Heat ripples off his hand and it hits Sam like a blast of wind. His skin tightens and eyes water. He knows this is bad. He's not sure how, but Lucifer is bad, and anything he is going to do to Sam will be bad. Yet his legs refuse to move, locked in place.
Lucifer's fingers touch Sam's cheek softly, trailing over to Sam's hair, and an intense fire spreads from his touch across Sam's face, so hot and painful.
He's screaming, and he doesn't remember starting. And suddenly, he's running away from Lucifer, down the beach.
Sam runs as fast as he can, jumping over logs, rocks, and slippery seaweeds. The pain stays in his cheek and travels across to his eyes and lips. It scares him, and he runs faster.
Distantly, he can feel Lucifer behind him, following at his own leisurely pace, and that spurns him to just Go, Go, Go.
The burn continues to travel across his face and head, down his neck and through his chest.
The beaches waving features are no longer hypnotic, but aggressive, disorientating.
Sam trips on an outcrop of rock and falls to his knees. His hands scrap and sting against the rocks. The burn intensifies, flaring as it travels down his stomach to his hips. He pulls himself up and runs.
Sam runs. The beach never really changes, and the waves continue to crash against the rocks, and the seagulls cry as he runs past them. He burns, feels like his skin is bubbling off his body, like it's pooling and dripping off his body, and leaving puddles of himself across the rocks.
Lucifer continues to follow, like an explosion he can't completely outrun. Sam knows, somehow, that he's losing ground.
Sam doesn't know how long he flees, but the burn flares over his groin and spreads to his feet, and suddenly, he can't run anymore.
He collapses down on the hard rocks, pain flaring through points of contact. His chest heaves for breath he didn't realize he'd been out of until now. He tries to get up again, but he can't. He lies there, and feels Lucifer's approach, and is suddenly more scared than he can ever remember being, in this strange life at the never ending beach.
Lucifer walks quietly to Sam's side and bends down over him. Sam can't look up at him, but he feels the heat of his body, and it's excruciating.
FILLED - Chased by the Devil 4/?
He takes a step towards the Reaper, and thinks, yes.
The Reaper unclasps his hands and brings a pale hand to Sam's chest. Heat explodes out from his hand, and roles through Sam. The beach shivers with Sam, and he can hear himself gasping.
Abruptly, the Reaper pulls his hand away from Sam, surprise evident, despite his lack of expression. The heat leaves with him, and Sam feels even colder than before. Sam's knees weaken, and he trembles as the Reaper takes a step away from Sam.
A noise makes its way through his throat, uncontrolled.
I can't be left here. I can't!
He tries to make a grab for the man, but the Reaper simply melts away into the beach, leaving Sam alone, again.
No, not alone.
He feels it like a burn across his back and shoulders. A pressure builds, and his muscles twitch.
He knows who is there, but he makes himself look anyways. He turns around to see Lucifer. He's in his vessel, yet he doesn't look like he's disintegrating like the last time they met.
Lucifer meets Sam's gaze, and Sam freezes. He's beautiful.
“Sam,” Lucifer calls, softly. “It's not time. You are still needed.”
“No,” Sam whispers. He takes a step backwards.
Lucifer looks amused and takes a step forward.
“Sam, it's time to go back.” He stretches a perfect hand out towards Sam. Heat ripples off his hand and it hits Sam like a blast of wind. His skin tightens and eyes water. He knows this is bad. He's not sure how, but Lucifer is bad, and anything he is going to do to Sam will be bad. Yet his legs refuse to move, locked in place.
Lucifer's fingers touch Sam's cheek softly, trailing over to Sam's hair, and an intense fire spreads from his touch across Sam's face, so hot and painful.
He's screaming, and he doesn't remember starting. And suddenly, he's running away from Lucifer, down the beach.
Sam runs as fast as he can, jumping over logs, rocks, and slippery seaweeds. The pain stays in his cheek and travels across to his eyes and lips. It scares him, and he runs faster.
Distantly, he can feel Lucifer behind him, following at his own leisurely pace, and that spurns him to just Go, Go, Go.
The burn continues to travel across his face and head, down his neck and through his chest.
The beaches waving features are no longer hypnotic, but aggressive, disorientating.
Sam trips on an outcrop of rock and falls to his knees. His hands scrap and sting against the rocks. The burn intensifies, flaring as it travels down his stomach to his hips. He pulls himself up and runs.
Sam runs. The beach never really changes, and the waves continue to crash against the rocks, and the seagulls cry as he runs past them. He burns, feels like his skin is bubbling off his body, like it's pooling and dripping off his body, and leaving puddles of himself across the rocks.
Lucifer continues to follow, like an explosion he can't completely outrun. Sam knows, somehow, that he's losing ground.
Sam doesn't know how long he flees, but the burn flares over his groin and spreads to his feet, and suddenly, he can't run anymore.
He collapses down on the hard rocks, pain flaring through points of contact. His chest heaves for breath he didn't realize he'd been out of until now. He tries to get up again, but he can't. He lies there, and feels Lucifer's approach, and is suddenly more scared than he can ever remember being, in this strange life at the never ending beach.
Lucifer walks quietly to Sam's side and bends down over him. Sam can't look up at him, but he feels the heat of his body, and it's excruciating.