ohsam | Caged, PG-13, Sam & Adam in the Cage

Title: Caged
Author: Hadassah934
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Genre/Pairing: gen
Characters: Sam, Adam, Michael, Lucifer
Word Count: 975 words
Summary: Sam deserves to be here, he knows. His brother doesn't. But they'll stick together, because they're family.
Spoilers: Through end of season 5
Warnings: Torture
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor the characters.

Flames and meathooks. That’s all Sam can see. All he hears is the crackle of flames and Lucifer and Michael’s laughter and the screams.

(He can feel the memories. Guzzling demon blood, its metallic taste on his tongue, until his conscience died and he no longer had any trepidation about what he was about to do, just a fierce angry excitement and a steady pounding heartbeat.)

Sam feels a presence behind him and turns, frantic.
“Hello, Sam.”
Eyes widen. His jaw clenches.
“Lucifer.”
The fallen angel smiles. “You were a bad boy, you know.”

(He feels the word yes leaving his throat, looks back, and all he sees is Dean’s concerned face before Lucifer plunges in and the battle for his mind begins.)

“You should be punished.”

(Yes, I should be punished. For not being strong enough to keep you in, for letting you take over, for fighting my hardest but not being good enough.)

“And we’ve got all eternity to do it.”
Sam turns away, tries to run, but another being blocks his way. Looks hurt. “I don’t belong here, Sam. But now I’m fallen, just like Lucifer and just like you. Trapped here. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.” He smiles. “And you’re the one who put me here.”
Sam can’t move. Fear courses through his veins, freezing him in place. Then the blade pierces his back, right where he got stabbed so many years ago, burning ice and salt inside him.

(He can feel the anger inside him too, linking him to the demon inside his head. Letting off steam, Lucifer had said. And half of him knows that it felt good, destroying the people-- demons-- who had influenced him from his childhood. Too good. He knows he deserves to be punished for that, too.)

Sam arches his back, collapses to his knees.

(Half of him waits for his brother to run to him, scream his name, tell him it’s not even that bad, let him slump in Dean’s arms.)

Comfort doesn’t exist here. And so the flames come, licking at his face, arms, feet, hands. Suddenly, Sam’s suspended in midair, hooks in his shoulders, legs, hands. Michael hands Lucifer a knife with a blade soaked in demon blood, and Lucifer hovers over him, grinning huge. Then Sam clenches his eyes tight because Lucifer is his worst fear, leering over him, splotched and painted face, laughing laughing laughing laughing.

(When he closes his eyes, Sam relives his memories. He knows that, no matter how far buried he was inside Lucifer, it was the fact that Dean showed up in that cemetery that gave him the extra strength to claw his way through Lucifer’s hold on his brain. If Dean wasn’t there…. He’d have slumped in despair.)

Pain and fire and the smell of sulfur rip his eyes open. Michael’s standing next to a huge winch.
Lucifer pouts like a bratty two-year-old. “I’m bored, bro. Make him dance.”
Michael turns the handle on the winch. Chains clink, and then there is only pain as the hooks holding Sam pull apart.
His screams echo through every level of the inferno.

(He forces himself to remember that he saved the world by jumping in here.)

“Hey!”
The voice sounds familiar somehow.
“Stop it!”
Sam forces his breathing to slow. His chest heaves. Uncontrollable trembling shakes his body, makes the chains clatter.
Lucifer and Michael turn away from him.
“You heard me. STOP. IT.”
Sam’s head turns towards the sound, even though the movement makes him scream. His eyes widen. “Adam?”
His half-brother raises his eyebrows. “You forget you dragged me in here too, huh?”
Sam swallows and scrambles for an answer. “Hey, man, I’m sorry, I…”
Adam shrugs. “I was Michael. You had to.”
Sam nods, still terrified.
Michael looks at Adam. “Maggot. Do you remember how much I had to put up with when I was inside you?”
Adam’s eyes widen. He shakes his head no, slowly.
Lucifer smirks. “You want to have some fun?”

(Sam remembers the moment he gained control of his body. The moment that the fight inside his mind finally surfaced and spilled over into the shell of the man who was beating his brother to death. The moment even Lucifer the fallen Archangel had to stop when he saw Sam’s home, the most important object in the universe, his brother’s Baby.)

Adam’s trussed up now, and there’s nothing Sam can do, only watch as the two angels begin to live-dissect his brother.

(Sam had hesitated right before jumping in. He hadn’t thought of what would happen to him in here, hadn’t thought about what would happen to Adam. All he wanted was half a second to tell his brothers, both of them, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry that I wasn’t strong enough. Forgive me, please please please please)

Adam’s screams echo off the walls of the Cage, and Sam’s breaths scrape in his throat. His fists clench, and he screams GET OFF HIM STOP IT RIGHT NOW. But really, half of him is glad Adam’s there. Facing all of hell alone? Yeah.

(He never got to tell Dean, Have a good life, do that for me?)

“Wanna take Sam for a little?” And Lucifer’s back, working on him, and there’s the stench of blood and the squelch of severed arteries, but Sam’s locked gazes with Adam, finding strength in his brother’s eyes.

(Sam thought he saw Adam get control of his body, like the shadow that takes over a person’s face when they know they’re going to fall. So they fell into the pit together, brothers again, and now they’re still brothers as they scream in unison.)

“Come on,” Sam’s whispering. “It’s alright, I’m here. We’re gonna be okay, because we’re brothers and we’re in this together.”
And Adam’s telling Sam the same thing.