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ohsamTitle: Lost
Author: Syncop8ed Rhythm
Rating: T
Genre: Gen, Angst, Hurt/no comfort
Characters: Sam, Dean, Lucifer
Word count: approx. 2,700
Summary: "It's not real, Sammy," his brother pleaded, and Sam wished he could believe him, wished he could believe he was free. But wishes don't come true, not in Hell.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, resting the knife against his brother's chest, "but it is." AU-ish tag for Repo Man.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural.
The thing about Hell, Sam mused, was that there was always a new low to reach. Whenever he thought he couldn't possibly be in any more pain physically or mentally, or that Lucifer had run out of ways to torture him, he was proven to be so very, very wrong.
Author: Syncop8ed Rhythm
Rating: T
Genre: Gen, Angst, Hurt/no comfort
Characters: Sam, Dean, Lucifer
Word count: approx. 2,700
Summary: "It's not real, Sammy," his brother pleaded, and Sam wished he could believe him, wished he could believe he was free. But wishes don't come true, not in Hell.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, resting the knife against his brother's chest, "but it is." AU-ish tag for Repo Man.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural.
The thing about Hell, Sam mused, was that there was always a new low to reach. Whenever he thought he couldn't possibly be in any more pain physically or mentally, or that Lucifer had run out of ways to torture him, he was proven to be so very, very wrong.
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