lux_tuli

Title: "Who will have mercy on your soul?"

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Teen

Pairing(s): Lucifer x Sam Winchester

Characters: Lucifer, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1,448

Summary: [AU drabble for 11x17, “Red Meat”] Lucifer had told him that he no longer needed Sam alive but yet he finds himself coming to his aid when he is left bleeding out from his gunshot wound.

Originally posted: April 1, 2016

Not many understood the deep bond tying archangel to their true vessel. Lucifer tried to deny it after Sam had rejected him but the bond refused to be silenced. The sigil that Castiel had seared into his ribs even prevented Lucifer from finding him consciously but nevertheless he could still feel the state of his soul from a distance, gently whispering to him.

He recalled the days of long ago conversing with Abel and how his soul was so inviting, beckoning for two halves to become one. But Cain did not like him hanging around his brother. He had thought that Lucifer wanted to use Abel like a toy but no.

Abel’s soul was so pure and innocent, leaving Lucifer with the desire to protect him. The only human that he had ever found to be truly worthy when all others were utterly repulsive and sinful. He knew that Cain would never leave the two of them be so he secured Abel’s passage to heaven while also denying Michael the right to claim his own vessel.

Michael had grown suspicious of him hanging around his true vessel and it would have only been a matter time before he would have garnered Cain’s consent. There was no convincing his older brother that his intentions had been anything other than a cunningly malicious scheme.

Sam was quite different.

Abel was friendly and Lucifer was certain that he would have said the big yes without hesitation if he had asked him. Meanwhile, Sam had rejected him several times, only submitting in a ploy to toss him back down into the Cage.

Perhaps the most ironic part was that he saw more of himself in Sam than Abel, which made the rejection sting even more. And he despised how much Sam reminded him of himself, all those tiny weaknesses and faults that he pretended did not exist.

Lucifer was in the middle of more research for a means to take down his aunt, watching out of the corner of his eye as his demons scurry about trying to please him. For all his insincerity, he was at least sincere about that promise. And then a sudden feeling like he had been stabbed in the gut struck him. His body bowed forward, hands grasping at the wall for stability while his grace started ringing incessantly.

Instantly he knew that Sam’s life was in grave danger. Lucifer growled out, wishing he could just sever the connection between them. Castiel’s vessel was stable enough that he had no need of his true vessel anymore, Sam no longer had any purpose for him so there was no need for him to want him alive.

Or at least, the darkness that still clung to him had insisted.

Lucifer was prideful in that he had never openly admitted how deeply the Mark had affected him. It was not just mere coincidence that he, God’s former favorite and the brightest of all angels, fell and became the notorious Devil, scorned by all.

The Mark had not created feelings that were completely new. No, those feelings of contempt towards humans had long existed inside Lucifer but the Mark stripped him of all restraint and reason, furthermore egging him on to act out on his dark and deep seated urges.

Even passing the Mark onto Cain had not freed him of its hold. The effects still lingered and being cooped up inside the Cage for such a long period of time had certainly not helped matters.

If there was one thing to be grateful for in Dean Winchester’s act of stupidity and recklessness in removing the Mark was that it had finally brought back to Lucifer a small semblance of sanity, even though it was buried deep under the layers of dark hazy clouds.

And it was that little voice of reason that told him to go to Sam’s aid and heal him despite his complicated feelings towards him.

Inadvertently, Sam had taught Lucifer how to cast the warding removal spell, which required the power of an archangel. He could only assume that it would also work on the type of sigils that Sam had on his ribs since it was a warding of sorts, intended to block out angelic and other beings from finding them. After casting the spell, he had the magic follow after a fragment of grace he sent after Sam. While he could not consciously discern Sam’s location, his grace would be able to find its way to his true vessel.

When he felt the sigils disappear, Lucifer could feel the connection to Sam grow stronger. His thoughts were oddly quiet and it probably meant that he was in a worse shape than he imagined, on the verge of dying. Without hesitation, he flew away.

Lucifer found himself standing in some cabin deep in the woods. Most odd of it all was that Dean Winchester was nowhere in sight, which was strange considering how protective he was over his younger brother. Dean never abandoned his brother, unlike Michael, so he imagined some sort of circumstance had driven him away.

He looked down behind the counter where Sam was laid out cold. His heartbeat and breathing was so faint, that he could only hear it due to his angelic hearing.

“Oh, what have you gotten yourself into? Though, I have to admit that I’m disappointed that you were so easily taken down by some smuck when you had valiantly endured against my own hand.” Lucifer sighed as he kneeled down beside his body, Castiel’s trenchcoat fanned out behind him like a peacock tail, caressing the side of his face with his fingers. He felt the skin recoil under his touch and did not budge as he saw Sam’s eyes open wide.

Sam let out a loud gasp and started to struggle when he had looked up to find Lucifer at his side. With a snap of his fingers, he made his body immobile before he could injure himself further.

“Relax unless you want to go dashing off to your death. Though considering the gunshot wound, I’m impressed that you are still alive. I suppose my Father made you of stronger stuff than the other humans so you would serve me well as a vessel.” Lucifer said smugly, feeling a sense of pride that his true vessel was so resilient, not easily breakable.

“Why..? How are you…?” Sam croaked out, his voice hoarse.

“How about we save the twenty questions for later, hmm? Maybe over a candlelight dinner?” Lucifer winked. He could see that Sam wanted to complain but he remained silent. His hands moved down from Sam’s face to unbutton his shirt so he could better inspect his wound. He was unphased by the amount of blood, having dirtied his hands so many times before.

“I see that the bullet has already been removed from your body,” Lucifer observed out loud, more so to himself than addressing Sam. The human flinched when his hand pressed flat against his wound but the pain was short lived as the healing worked fast.

“Well, looks like I still got the magic touch.” Lucifer joked. Though, he had not been surprised despite it being a long time since he last had to use his healing powers.

“Can you let me move now?” Sam’s soul was radiating more brightly now that he was not on the verge of dying and started humming from being in close proximity to the archangel. Thankfully, Sam was blissfully ignorant of how his soul called out to him. Lucifer imagined if he knew the truth then he would probably be repulsed as he loathed him already.

“Hmm, let me think about that, I do enjoy the thought of you being completely at my mercy. The wicked things I could do to you.” Lucifer trailed his finger seductively up his chest to rest briefly on his chin before tracing his lips. There were no words to escape from Sam as he gaped, a red blush forming on his face.

“You don’t seem repulsed by the idea.” Lucifer commented as he raised a curious eyebrow. Though he suspected that the bond was to blame. It would be prudent for Lucifer to desist in his teasing and flirting but he could hardly resist the temptation.

Pursuing this course of action any further would not lead to anything good, he eventually reasoned, and snapped his fingers to free Sam from his invisible bonds as a flicker of emotions passed over his face. He gave him one last look before he reluctantly flew away and resumed his plans for Amara, trying to not think about kissing the lips of his true vessel anymore.