#that's what the cage is to me. it exists to contain and torture lucifer. it wants them. it needs them for its existence to mean anything.

[samiferboy]

having a jolly fucking time toeing the line of what's believable in this scenario

[spiritclusters]

Fic Review-1

This is going to be an ongoing series where I read, review, and generally fan about SPN fics that I've read. Because it's one of the deepest desires of my soul to discuss fics in detail with people, and fan and generally just be a nerd, like you would with a original story Unfortunally, I really, really want to do this with the authors, but I'm shy and reclusive, and don't feel comfortable doing so. So instead, I'm going to make a giant tumblr post to describe how much I love their work.

So, no crit in these reviews, just love

*If you have a recommendation for a SPN fic (gen, preferably), your own or someone else's that you want me to read and "review", please leave and ask or DM me. (<20k for now).

Today's victim: Karma's Gonna Come Collect Your Debt

Set: S13

Parings: gen

Length: 35k

Main character: Written to be Sam, but I would also argue Dean.

Summary:

Sam is dead. Dean isn’t processing.

And then Sam is not dead, Lucifer is there, and they’re suddenly on a deadline- thirty one hours before their single way home literally ceases to exist. Jack needs to be kept away from Lucifer, Sam needs to be kept away from Lucifer, they need to get thirty three people through a rift miles away, and that’s not even mentioning the fucking war currently being waged all over this- literally -godforsaken planet.

But Sam is alive, (alive, alive, Dean’s brother is alive), albeit having one continuous panic attack. This is fine.

(It is so, so not.)

(EVERYTHING BELOW THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS!)

Reasons You Should Read This:

You know those writers that actually manage to take trauma into account, while pushing forward the story and not allowing this to get buried? this is one of those.

Sam and Lucifer content is just. mm. It's horrible, and it's treated like it's horrible.

Dean's anxiety is actually shown

Dean is traumatized by what happened to Sam by the vampires. his brother's throat gets ripped open, and Dean isn't like "oh, we're okay" after Sam walks up alive again, he spends the entire fic stressed about it

The pacing is lovely, no detail is spared

Lucifer shows up at the camp and no one goes "he's in chains, ergo, he's no longer a problem." He is the Devil, and he is treated as the untrustworthy, snake-like creature he is.

Cas isn't powerless, and he's not stupid.

Mary isn't amazing, but she actually tries to have some form of a bond. Sort of.

LUCIFER TORTURING SAM FOR 180+ YEARS IS NOT IGNORED!

Gabriel isn't useless or just there to please fans, he actually does something

The Cage is talked about.

Jack learns about the Cage

Upon learning about the Cage, Jack decides he doesn't want to talk to Lucifer anymore.

Dean is not ignorant to what Lucifer's presence is doing to Sam, or what it has done to Sam in the past. The fic implies that while Sam probably doesn't talk about it to Dean (Because PTSD and it makes sense), Sam isn't unaffected by what happened to him.

Dean is overly paranoid about anywhere he goes, trying to make sure that it's safe. (Such a small detail, but it always, always pleases me to read it)

Dean and Sam actually have a bond, and it's so very present and so very, very enjoyable.

Sam kills Lucifer

No Michael possession!

Protective!Dean

Sam speaks Enochian, which always gets a win for me.

++My Analysis of the fic:

Writing style and why it works:

The writing is very authentic to how I think Dean's brain works. It's anxiety riddled, fast with worry, and clearly shows the depth of how much hunting has affected him. Dean's brain isn't...smooth is the only word I can think of for this, it's not point A to B like other characters are and that makes sense. The writing focuses deeply on reactions, the way words are spoken, and physical sensations. Especially for Dean, there's little to 0 regard on how he's feeling. Which is something I totally see Dean doing.

But the reason that this frantic, almost skittering writing works is because this is a situation that you'd be thinking like that. Lines cut out because Dean, trauma riddled, doesn't want to think about something. There's jumping and processing and "well, crap" moments. My favorite thing about this author's writing style? they are very much into show not tell, which allows the readers to draw their own conclusions, but also makes it a much more enjoyable experience.

The focus on time, especially given these circumstances, was a beautiful detail to add. It kept a sense of pressure on the writing, because everyone knows that we are on a time limit.

There's also a deep sense of secrecy between Sam, Dean and Cas and the others in the story. They have and share information between the three of them that no one else has, and that makes sense because they have been working together for years.

But because, Sam and Dean especially, they are aware of each other, the characters don't feel like strangers. They know each other, and have been living with each other for a long, long time, and you can clearly see that with how attuned they are to each other. It was beautiful.

Character portrayal:

One of my favorite things about how the characters are portrayed here is that Sam is visibly uncomfortable in Lucifer's presence. Sam was disgusted by Lucifer, and when we're told that because Sam still has residual grace left in him and he can kill Lucifer, Sam is horrified. Sam is allowed to be as trauma riddled as someone who went through that would be. It's beautiful.

I also really appreciate how Dean is allowed to be freaked out about Sam literally getting his throat ripped out. Dean is allowed to not be this perfect fearless older brother. Dean is human here. He's a person with struggles who is concerned about Sam and others, but Dean still feels distinct.

I will also forever appreciate how the characters interact here. Everything is so subtle. If they're soft, it's not blatant, if they hate each other, then it's angry staring, but nothing feels explicit, and I love that.

Small details that make me go "mm.":

Dean always checking the "safety" of a room when they enter.

Mary not knowing about the Cage or John telling Dean to kill Sam

Sam's body language when he's around Lucifer

Upon 1 (one) glance at lucifer, Sam is completely aware that the chains have no effect on Lucifer and tells Dean

(pale face, frantic eyes, mouth open in an agonized scream)

Dean not knowing Maggie's name

Favorite scene and why:

This was hard, but man, the scene where Sam and Dean lay down to get some rest after Sam comes back to camp with Lucifer, and they just...don't sleep. There's something about this scene that just is so...deeply and utterly horrifying. Because Sam and Dean are supposed to be safe, right?

Sam's alive, Dean's alive, they're close to each other, neither of them are injured. They're fine.

And yet.

Yet...they're not. And you can feel that. Dean is tense and not-sleeping, and Sam is tense and not-sleeping. And there's something just so deeply haunting about that scene and I just. My love. <3

Favorite quotes:

“No,” Jack shook his head. “Why do they hate you?”

“It’s in me Dean, oh, god-” (“I’ve got demon blood in me Dean, this disease pumping through my veins-”) Dean shuts his eyes against the unwanted memory that had risen unbidden to the forefront of his mind. He firmly shoves it away.

"And now Sam was somewhere. Probably having a panic attack. Dean needed to find him."

"Sam, I know you will, I know you can, this isn’t me doubting you I swear. But, man, you don’t have to. You shouldn’t have to"

He hadn’t, not since the Cage. Maybe he couldn’t.

Because Dean will make time, damnit, because Sam shouldn’t have to f--ing schedule his panic attacks-

Dean can’t see it, but he knows his brother well enough to read the tightness in his shoulders and shifts in his elbows under the jacket that tell him Sam’s pressing into his palm scar again.

Because Sam never got angry anymore... not since the Cage.

“Heyyyyy Cassie! You’re back! Thank Dad.” Dean turned to see Gabriel trotting up to them, a scowling Lucifer in tow. “Take im’, please, he’s all yours.” He said, motioning to the Devil behind him."

Over all, I think that the story is beautiful. please be sure to leave a kudos and a comment if you read, because this author is dear to my heart and deserves them.

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Author tag or link: @widowronin, Огромное спасибо! :D

[ambrial-blog]

Behind Enemy Lines (Rising Serpent Overlord Striker AU)

Blitzo, the head of IMP was not entirely trusting of Striker. But was forced into working with Striker due to some unsavory circumstances that left his company bone dry.

Blitzo grudgingly work and supports the snake imp's cause not fully comprehending why the resistance was so close to Striker's heart. His main goal was finding Stolas: The Goetic prince was captured an enslaved by the resistance.

The Boss imp creeps down through the long a narrow corridors clutching a jar to chest as a light burn bright and swirls within. the red imp looks around, his heart pounding heavily in his chest. Being caught meant certain death.

Blitzo pauses his heart lurches into his throat as he quickly hides the container behind his his back. Listening to the eerie fizzing sound of the rattler. Blitzo turns sharply seeing a pair of glowing yellow eyes staring back at him.

Striker's southren drawl tickles the back of Blitzo's neck as he slithers through the shadows emerging from the shrouding darkness his tail swaying back and forth. His blessed handgun holstered at his side. He draws closer, and closer. forcing Blitzo to take a step back while trying to shield the container from view. "I've been look everywhere for you, Boss-man, where have you been hiding sugar-cube, thought we were partners he hisses why are you here?- in a place where you shouldn't be?" "well you found me says Blitzo- taking another step back. his back presses into the wall. "I got curious and wanted to see for myself" Blitzo answers.

Through working together Striker held many opportunities to sway Blitzo while attempting to open the murder professional's eyes

He openly sought on to IN doctorate Blitzo into the big four while secretly plotting Stella demise it was only a a matter of time before that harpy of a woman ran out her welcome. Striker was both the brute force and the intellect behind, operation Serpent as will as the gathering of the big four.

The other two being from Blitzo's past, Verosika: the Sucubus who secretly sought out to rekindle the relationship she had, with Blitzo. And, a blast from his childhood, a cold reminder that his sisters were no longer with him, the real Fizzouali. Who was the open wild card he had his own reasons for being here that concerned the former Harlequin. Unsure of his relationship with Blitzo if he wanted to help or hinder. Becoming, older brother, confidant silly friend, or did he want to claim Blitzo for himself?.

The only reason why he was here was to get answers.

Striker wants to covet Blitzo, taking him all the way to the top. Till the day he has Lucifer graveling on his hands and knees while Blitzo watches with malicious glee curled up in his lap their tails intertwined, Lilith's head mounted above his throne. As Charlie's severed head stares on clutched in his blood drenched claws: a horrific look frozen on her angelic features.

And when the day come when Striker strikes the name Ares Goeita from existence plunging hell into chaos. than so be it.

The In-Between a place where souls come to rest, before judgement. A place where no imp dare to tread. The influx of time. A Kassam full of emptiness that echoes with the disembodied voices of the damned. One Imp dares to defy all logic as he sets out to retrieve the kindred hearted Ares Goeita.

Only to be halted in his tracks by the power hungry serpent. Striker blocks Blitzo from leaving that particular room. The room's very essence pulsated with raw untapped powers. Knowing if he let Blitzo go, and the head of IMP was successful in resurrecting's of the Ares Goeita his future empire would fall.

He corners Blitzo, his tail snaking his way up Blitzo's leg coiling around his thigh until it rest on Blitzo's hips as Blitzo desperately tries to hide the jar from Striker's hypnotic gaze. "So you do have it" Striker purrs. Pulling Blitzo from the corner the red imp stumbling on his feet clutching the container to his chest careful not to drop it.

Striker pins Blitzo beneath him, believing that Blitzo was under a spell: that somehow even in this raw new form Stolas had control of his future mate. His hand slides up Blitzo's thigh his voice a low seductive hiss as his hand reaches for the container.

Blitzo snaps at his fingers with his teeth, pulling the container closer to his chest a feral hiss at the back of his throat. warning the wrangler to tread lightly and with trepidation

That one act forces the cowboy to make brash erratic decisions on how to retrieve the accursed object from one of his most trusted generals. "Now Darlin, I think your making a terrible mistake, I am not the enemy hear?. There is a reason why you should never enter the in-between Blitzo Striker growls holding Blitzo down.

"Let me go! "Blitzo growls an ivory glow in his eyes. Striker moves his knee up to Blitzo's groin before kneading it. "Come on Blitzy, lets drop the act hand me that container and I'll make you feel real good partner"

"Or don't and I'll make you, writhe in pain I'll tare you open, twist you in ways that you can't even imagine"

I'll pump you full of my seed, I'll fill you every night till you writhe with in ectasy"

"I'd rather die! hisses Blitzo spitting into his face.

Striker wipes the spit from his face before cracking Blitzo's wrists snapping his ankles and shattering his bones. Blitzo cries out in pain.

Each inflection more jarring than the next.

But the IMP Boss, still adamant about freeing Stolas clutches the container for his life. "You don't know what your doing!, your making a mistake Striker!" Blitzo yells through clenching his teeth in pain

Striker only hisses his irritation as his tail slithers up Blitzo's torso wrapping around Blitzo's wrists forcing the jar to fall Striker catches it with deft ease as Verosika and Fizzuroli arrive on scene hearing the commotion. Striker snarls at them handing the container to the Succubus, while Fizzuroli looks around whistling at all the damage the two caused. Breathing heavily Striker remains on Blitzo telling the others to take Stolas far, far away- from the in-Between and his intended mate.

Knowing fully well he couldn't get rid of the Ares Goeita but by controlling Stolas he could keep Blitzo at his side until he could rattle the vermin's cage as to where Blitzo had hidden his own damnable soul. Before joining the big four.

For now until he could get his answers that's how things are Stolas reduced into his raw demonic essence: a soul-like variant of his former self. Only to be locked away in Striker's war cabinet where the snake could keep an eye on him.

Blitzo was no longer permitted to walks these corridors alone. Flanked on either side by Verosika and Fizzuroli or Striker himself. Striker had more questions than answers at this time keeping Blitzo broken in body alone, chained to his side.

His promise of torture was carried out every night: Verosika shuts her eyes to the sound of Blitzo screaming. the harsh creak of the bed. She is starting to have her doubts. Along with Fizzoralii who starts to believe that Striker is going too far. They quietly plot to u-surp the rising serpent overlord. Fizzouali looked at his many doubles, He was willing to go to war to protect his former Harlequin against this rising threat. With the reluctant help of the broken IMP members, Moxie and Millie who stayed in business by the hair of their teeth. Verosika is able to learn the whereabouts of Loona and Princess Octavia, the last heir of the Ares Goeita who is the new bearer of her father's Grimoire.

Verosika tells Loony about how her father is treated by vexing snake imp, that has laid claim to him. and how thin a line she walks every-time she enters the bedroom chambers to give Blitzo a much needed bath and time alone to soak. She relays how painfully light, Blitzo is now. and how it hurts to hear Blitzo talk, his voice cracks his eyes seem to have darken.

Loony pays Moxie a visit. Lighting his ass up. showing him clips and pictures Verosika has taken of her father. As she begins to open their eyes to the many tortures Blitzo was made to go through. Its up to Verosika and Fizzuroli to Free Blitzo and Bring him back home. To what remains of IMP headcounters.

How long can the Succubus and jester play along? Will Fizzouali implore his army of Robo-Fizzes to help Verosika free Blitzo from the tyrannical snake. Or will he sell her out?

And how long, will it take for the Snake Lord to catch on?

[mittensmorgul]

15.01 Back And To The Future rewatch notes

Note to anyone reading: I’ve already written a mishmosh of other posts addressing stuff in this episode, so this post is not a comprehensive list of every important or interesting thing in 15.01. This post is “things I haven’t otherwise talked about elsewhere yet” or “things I’ve been meaning to talk about in more detail but haven’t yet,” or “things I’d otherwise be compelled to write into the transcript doc in the other tab and really really shouldn’t.” Because that’s actually the purpose of this particular rewatch-- writing up the transcript. Which is happening in the other tab. :P

(i’m gonna go post the transcript now, so it should be up as soon as I get all the html un-screw-ified... >.>)

That said, let’s gooooo!

well, under a cut because long-ish >.>

I already talked about the song choice, and the fact it was the opening montage music in 9.10 (rip Lamp-- yes, this song has forever been the imaginary background music to Lamp/Other Lamp, sorry, the brain wants what the brain wants). It also reminded me of 11.04, the Night Moves scene, combined with Dean’s joke about how Piper brushed Sam off without giving him her number, and Dean replied “We got tonight, who needs tomorrow,”  where Sam asks Dean if everything is a Bob Seger song to him. Because, heh, here have another Bob Seger song summing up the end of the road here.

But I love how the lyrics MATCH UP with the action in this opening scene.

♪It's been a long time since you smiled♪ [zombies circle around TFW cutting off their chance of escape] Chuck: Story's over. Welcome to the End. [Cas kneels over Jack's body] ♪Seems like oh, so long ago♪ --NOW-- [in the graveyard, the scene picks up where 14.20 left off, and the music continues uninterrupted from the Road So Far montage. TFW battle a zombie horde, as we zoom out from Jack's burned out eyes and the fighting rages on] ♪And now the stage has all been set♪ ♪And the nights are growing cold♪ ♪Soon the winter will be here♪ ♪And there's no one warm to hold♪ ♪Now the lines have all been read♪ Cas: Sam! Dean! ♪And you knew them all by heart♪ ♪Now you move toward the door♪ [Cas picks up Jack's body and runs, leading the way out of the zombie fight. Sam and Dean follow, dodging monsters and graves] ♪Here it comes the hardest part♪ ♪Try the handle of the road♪ Sam [spotting potential refuge]: Dean, this way! ♪Feeling different, feeling strange♪ ♪This can never be arranged♪ ♪From the famous final scene♪

Then there’s the DRAMATIC ZOOM in on Dean that literally cuts Cas out of the shot as Dean reacts to his line that “Well, I wouldn’t starve.” Like that was the moment Dean began to literally shut Cas out, because he feels that line was Cas shutting HIM out. So instead of trying to deal with any of that because ZOMBIES TRYING TO BREAK DOWN THE DOOR is a more immediate concern, he turns his back and goes on his little tirade about Chuck. Like he was reliving that moment he got to smash Chuck’s guitar and wishes he could do it again.

And then we meet Belphegor, who already has a rather hopping tag on my blog, so I’m gonna… just move on a bit from here…

I am in pain over this callback to Bloody Mary, with the teenage girls who seem far younger than the girls from the original. These girls are far more innocent. They didn’t call up bloody Mary, they have no guilt of having killed anyone on their souls. Bloody Mary just… showed up. And tortured and killed them.

But this parallel was twisted. In the original, the girls’ father apparently gave their mother an overdose of sleeping pills that led to her death. in the new version, one of the girls’ parents just got divorced and was compensating by going on a shopping spree and buying everything her daughter wanted. These girls were laughing, loving what that divorce brought them.

It’s sort of a more cheerful parallel to Dean and Cas’s fracturing relationship over their dead son’s body…Well, more cheerful until Bloody Mary kills them, anyway.

Sam learns there’s no sudden worldwide zombie outbreak, so the incident seems localized to that one graveyard.

And at this point I started a THIRD thing I’m working on at the same time, because two was apparently not enough. I think I’m gonna copy/paste that stuff here, instead. It’s about the Three Ghosts of this episode-- each parallelled directly to one of TFW. Bloody Mary was one, and in this episode she was Cas’s parallel. It’s her victims Cas will find-- two little girls who never deserved the fate Bloody Mary dished out to them. But Mary Worthington had been murdered herself, and her killer never caught. So she originally killed people who kept secrets about others’ deaths as a form of revenge against her own killer. In trying to protect others, she became a killer herself. And heck if that’s not painfully Cas… or something he feels he’s painfully failed to do, to protect the Winchesters from having to do horrific things. And he DID sell his own potential future happiness in exchange for Jack’s life, only to have just watched Jack die horrifically. His sacrifice, again, has amounted to nothing.

In this episode, she follows Cas from the house, through mirrors, and reappears in a dark pond to grab at the mother and child Sam had already saved from John Wayne Gacy (yeah, I’ll type that one up next, but let’s finish this first...). So there’s a being now watching Cas from the depths of a dark pool, waiting to reach up and grab him when he finally feels safe. Sounds like… the Shadow.

So on to Sam vs Clowns. Sam’s direct parallel is the ghost of John Wayne Gacy, in clown costume, that he formerly burned in 14.13. In an episode where he was about to come face to face with his own past in the form of John Winchester suddenly appearing in the bunker, torn from the past. It’s an episode where Sam and Dean find peace with who they’ve become, and lay a ghost of their past to rest.

With the Equalizer wound humming along, affecting Sam in mysterious ways we’ve only begun to glimpse, and Sam’s brief flash of himself with black eyes apparently hurting Dean, it’s hard NOT to think of the parallel that Clowns have always held for Sam-- Lucifer. Heck I’ve written about that recently, or at least it feels like I have… but at the end of this episode, Sam stops and looks Gacy in the face and tells him to shut up. Which is something Sam has ALSO said to Lucifer (or at least a hallucination of Lucifer). The infamous “HE SAID SHUT UP TO ME!” of Hallucifer in 7.15, which ended Sam’s ability to shut out the hallucination by squeezing the cut on his hand.

Now on to Dean’s parallel ghost: Constance Welch, aka the Woman in White from 1.01. A woman who was the first ghost of the entire series, who Sam literally drove into her house to “take her home,” where she had to face what she’d done to her own children. She’d killed her own children in a moment of grief after her husband cheated on her, and then killed herself.

Dean had been moments from killing Jack in 14.20, in a moment of grief, but didn’t. Yet he’s now having some serious issues with Cas throughout this episode and by the end, they’re “frosty.”

Belphegor, with Dean, looks for a human heart to use in their spell, and stumble across one of Constance’s victims. Belphegor rips out his heart and holds it up to Dean, when Constance appears. She recognizes Dean from 1.01, who made her go home, and attacks him. Then tries to attack Belphegor, and actually injures his hand.

But this is the ghost Dean is paired with. He drives her off, and Belphegor does the spell to contain the ghosts by putting the heart in a pile of salt.

Okay, now where was I in these notes… right… Town, where Sam and Dean play FBI, trying to stop a benzene pipeline leak. And wow, what a weird story, right? Sheriff was confused, but helped evacuate the townspeople to safety.

I think it’s interesting that this was intended to be another stopgap measure, like putting Jack in the box in 14.19, because they know this spell won’t hold forever, and they know they have no other reasonable way to fix the problem. But they can try to buy some time, and hope they’ll come up with a better solution before things go sideways.

Dean asks Cas to help Belphegor do the spell thing, but Cas refuses, and goes to work with Sam instead, leaving Dean to deal with the demon possessing Jack. Which leads to all sorts of interesting conversations between them… I think I’ve written and/or reblogged enough posts on the queer subtext… er… text even… of these scenes to just point out here that it exists, and is heavy.

Meanwhile Cas and Sam go house to house looking for people they need to evacuate, and encounter the above ^^ ghosts.

So Dean’s stuck with the demon fanboy who admires what Dean did in Hell, and Dean seems pretty uncomfortable about this, but it’s not like he has a choice, you know? Who else is gonna do this? Cas couldn’t, Sam’s already on the other gig, and that leaves Dean. So… instead of denying what he’d done, he brushed it off as “a long time ago.” And then actually asked what the situation in Hell was like. The answer Belphegor gave is… interesting.

Belphegor: You ever seen an ant hill when it's, like, set on fire? [lol no, according to Dean’s wtf face] Okay, well, there we were, minding our own business, you know, flaying people for eternity, like you do, right? And then every door in Hell just sprang open all at once. You know? Souls got out. Sky cracked. And, uh, boom, ta-da, you know?

So all the gates are open, including the Cage, but Michael’s apparently still just sitting there. Which is worrisome. But my question is, if all the gates are open, yet the entire planet isn’t flooding with demons and souls, ONLY through the direct portal into that graveyard, how can what Belphegor said be true? At least, theoretically… But that’s a question for another day, when we have more canon to understand.

So… Dean has to face Constance, who flings him into a dumpster. Which makes me lol think about 1.01 and Dean flinging himself off a bridge to get away from her, and ended up covered in mud.

Cas’s “It’s one ghost,” *two more ghosts appear* “It’s three.” reminded me of “I got this,” “I don’t got this.”

Sam accidentally shooting Cas because the ghost got between the two of them horrifyingly reminds me of 12.17 and Eileen accidentally shooting Mr. Top of his Class at Kendricks when Dagon deliberately came between the two of them. At least Cas is salt-proof, you know?

Belphegor calling out Bad Ghost! kinda reminds me of Dean’s “Here ghostie ghostie ghostie” from 4.13. But REALLY. A demon, who tortures souls for fun and profit, yet can’t do anything more than weakly scold a ghost like a misbehaving puppy? INTERESTING. Because it’s Dean that has to whack her with a metal rod, while Belphegor ends up with deep gouges in his hand that are clearly causing him pain.

Dean hurls the name Casper at Constance before he whacks her, which is also a callback to 1.01. It was Sam who called him out for shooting at her with regular bullets: “What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?” Lol that he remembered that.

Sam pulled a “I’ll hold them off, I’ll hold them all off” hopeless move when he sent Cas away, like Cas once did in 4.22 when he sent Dean away to stop Sam… but Sam actually got out in one piece, even though his gun was empty.

Sam picks up the little girl and runs as fast as he can and only looks back once he’s outside and safe. Like “take your brother outside as fast as you can and don’t look back”

I already wrote about the callback of Dean distracting Sam from tending to his wound with the cut-off joke, reminding me of the scene in 4.09 of Sam doing something similar while fixing Dean’s dislocated shoulder.

And then we have the realization that they’ve never really had free will, just limited choices because of the circumstances Chuck put them in. Sam is unrealistically optimistic that it means that Chuck’s actually gone, now. But that’s the hope he’s holding on to in order to get through this horror.

So this… is what they’re setting up as the guidemap to the series finale. Specifically, Sam and Dean must finally earn their way free. The ghostpocalypse is just step one, and not the true end. There’s still Heaven and Hell to deal with (though Heaven is mostly empty of angels and Hell seems to be actively crumbling now). And Michael, whenever he gets around to walking out of the cage. I’m sure that will go great! Unhinged archangel on the loose! But those are all minor distractions compared with Chuck, because he hasn’t really gone anywhere.

And we still don’t know what Actual Jack, Billie, and the Shadow are up to in the Empty, in their secret meeting in a realm that Chuck has no power. And what about Amara? How does she feel about this now that she’s grown fond of creation? I think there’s a much bigger game afoot than just a ghostpocalypse.

Meanwhile, Sam’s quote here is still setting up the final scene of the series: When we win this, God's gone. Hm. There's no one to screw with us. There's no more maze. It's just us. And we're free.

That’s the goal.

[womanoflettersinthebunker]

“What did you do to him?”

“...what do you mean?”

“You know damn well what I mean. What did you do to him?”

Hours later found them back in the bunker, avoiding the crowd of hunters from the other world as best as they could. Sam had been torn between taking care of Jack and taking care of Dean.

Dean had assured him that he was alright, there was nothing wrong with him and Michael wasn’t trying anything. So Sam focused on Jack for the time being who was suddenly thrust into being a human.

Castiel and Bobby had taken control of the other Michael, he had been weakened enough for them to overpower him and contain him, using the angel containing handcuffs to imprison him in the dungeon downstairs. 

It was something to be done and dealt with tomorrow, after they slept and come to grips with everything else that had happened. Jack was slowly starting to freak out, everything had become suddenly magnified and he had no idea how to deal with it.

Sam stayed by his side the entire time, reassuring the kid and helping him as best as he could. 

And if some of that had been some of Deans ‘encouragement’ so that he was left alone for a bit, well...it wasn’t going to hurt Sam at the end of the day. 

So he was in his room, door locked for the first time ever since he had moved in, staring at himself in the mirror as he talked to Michael. 

Staring at his reflection made it seem a lot less crazy and almost like there was another person in the room with him.

“What did you do to him?” Dean repeated, staring at the mirror. 

Maybe it was his imagination but he could almost think that his reflection was different, that his eyes were almost alight in blue grace.

“It was mostly Lucifer.” Michael finally said. “But the both of us were enraged, the both of us were filled with hatred. It was prophesied since before humankind that we were to fight one another and one would destroy the other. It was something we knew was to happen and something we knew was to come true. But then one small human changed everything, destroyed that prophecy and even trapped the both of us in the deepest pits of hell.”

“Yeah I know the story.” Dean told him. “And I was there when Sam managed to do it. I want to know what you two did to him in the cage.”

It was troubling him in every single way. He always knew that Sam had been tortured, he had been trapped with two archangels in hell, but they never talked about it. Sam never offered and Dean never pushed. The hints had been there, building and falling with every year that Sam moved on from his trauma but it reared its ugly head again once Lucifer had been freed once more. 

But now, now he can't ignore it even if he wanted to. He could see every emotion coursing through Sam's body, resonating from his soul and he obviously felt it so heavily that it was a miracle it wasn't clearer and that Sam managed to hide it. 

And then there was the scars. Sam's soul was beautiful, there was no other possible word for it. An enochian word itched at the corner of his mind that might be able to properly portray exactly what Sam's soul resembled but he had no hope in pronouncing it. 

But as beautiful as Sam's soul was, it was just as heavily scarred over. Jagged and deep, intent on destroying and making it look ugly. 

But even despite a beings best attempts they failed. The soul curled around the jagged parts, the so called imperfect parts, and cradled them deep, holding them close. His soul was beautiful not despite the faults, but to the acceptance of those faults. 

And it made Dean want to throw up that someone held Sam's soul, the pulsation of power and life and existence that was on bar with none, and had attempted to destroy it.

“...I ignored him. I had no interest in doing anything to him, I was focused on attempting to break the cage and get my freedom.” Michael told him. “But Lucifer? Lucifer made it his soul purpose to make Sam scream in every way possible. He attempted to destroy him, his soul, his mind, his being. When Castiel came and took the body, leaving the soul behind, Lucifer got worse.”

Dean closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath to try to steady his nerves. “So you just stood there and watched?” he asked, a small snarl to his voice. 

“At first.” Michael said, making him pause. “At first I did not care but then...I watched him. I studied him. You saw his soul, it was the only change being in the cage and I found contentment in watching what it created. How it healed itself despite Lucifers best attempts. What Lucifer had done to him, it should have obliterated him completely.”

“But it didn’t. He suffered, oh yes he suffered heavily. But each and every time he recovered to the best of his ability and still remained standing. He refused to beg for mercy from Lucifer, and when there was no answer from god after some time, he stopped calling on him as well.”

“The more I watched, the more I realized what enthralled me so much with Sam Winchester's soul. It reminded me of Lucifer. Not the Lucifer you knew, the abomination that had been created that destroyed my brother. But the Lucifer I had watched my father create. The Lucifer that had been the one to hold the hope of heaven.”

“I loved my brother unconditionally Dean, we were two halves created from the lingering shades of light and dark from god and the Darkness. I watched him create Lucifer in the heart of the very first dying star. I took his hand, he saw me first not him. I raised him and I helped him.”

“I loved him.”

“Before Lucifer was the devil he was morningstar, the light of heaven spreading along the universe. There are no words for the love that I once held for Lucifer, not even in enochian.”

“And as I watched Sam's soul, being torn into pieces by Lucifer, all I could see was the same being. Sam's soul reminded me so very much of what Lucifer had been, that same strength, that same hope, that same overpowering light. I guess that’s why Lucifer tried so hard, he hated to be reminded of who he had been before throwing it away.”

“I couldn’t do much in hell, my power was diminished there heavily. But the little that I managed, I curled myself and my grace around Same as best as I could. I tried to protect him to the best of my abilities, more often than not Lucifer would just overpower me and take him back. I would wait for more strength and try again and again, up until Death came to free Sam from the cage. A part of me had even believed that perhaps Sam's soul was just the last bit of grace that remained in heaven from before Lucifer's fall.”

“Its not.” Dean injected. “Sam's soul is his own.”

“I never said that it wasn’t, but he was the one true vessel of Lucifer, it's not just the body that needed to be strong enough to host him.”

Dean closed his eyes and breathed out steadily. “Where are you going with this?”

He could almost see a smirk on Michaels, his, face. “I’m going with the fact that Sam Winchester is both of ours little brother now.”

[nicolabarth]

Wifi

Pairing: Lucifer/Michael/Adam Milligan

Word Count: 1579

Written For: @spngenrebingo and also @humongouscandycoffee. Happy Birthday!

Square Filled: Hell

Summary: The cage has wifi since Sam spent time there. Adam thinks the internet is a nice distraction until the Archangels discover it, too.

Warnings: Cage fic, crack turned serious, no torture!

It’s a fact that everywhere Sam Winchester goes, there’s wifi. And apparently, if he stays somewhere long enough (like about 80 hell years) the wifi lingers after he’s gone. At least that’s Adam’s theory about why they have an internet connection in the cage.

While Sam had still been there, Michael had snapped a laptop in existence for Adam and he had used it aimlessly to distract himself. They’d all been tense. Without a body, Sam’s soul had been defenseless against the cage, no matter how much Lucifer had curled around it to protect it, alternating between murmuring soothing nonsense and cursing Castiel for only taking the body with him. When Death had shown up, Lucifer had practically shoved Sam’s soul into his hands, begging him to take it somewhere better.

After that, things had gradually gotten better. The internet is a nice distraction, and after a few hundred years, Michael and Lucifer actually manage to exchange whole sentences without any of them containing an accusation. Ever so carefully, Adam manages to stir them towards happy and safe topics. Like the creation of the universe before humans came along. How Lucifer had ignited the sun and the stars. How Michael had drowned some of the Leviathans in lava. How Gabriel had come up with the platypus. And how Raphael had liked playing catch with the lightning in the sky.

And when the archangels fight (again), Adam curls up in a corner with his laptop.

Then one day he finds Lucifer in front of it. The archangel looks up with a smirk on his lips that can’t mean anything good. “They wrote a song about you.”

Adam blinks. “Me?”

Lucifer nods.

“Who’d write a song about me?”

Lucifer’s grin gets wider. “The Supernatural fandom.”

“The what?”

In his own corner, Michael sighs. “The prophet Chuck wrote books about your brothers. Apparently some people liked them. A lot.”

And there Adam thought being locked into a cage in hell with two archangels as company is the heights of how surreal his life could get. “And those books mention me?”

“Yup.” Lucifer fiddles with the laptop as if he’s dying to finally reveal what exactly he found. “And the fans wrote a song about you. Wanna hear it?”

Adam looks at the literal devil through narrowed eyes. “What’s the catch?”

“Why would there be a catch?” Lucifer’s try for an innocent face gets completely ruined by the fact that he’s still grinning.

It probably doesn’t matter what Adam says now, in the end he’ll listen to the damn song. Would be the first time Lucifer doesn’t get what he wants. Well, technically the second, since he kinda wanted to destroy mankind. “Fine. Play it.”

And of course it’s about how Sam and Dean forgot him in the cage. Adam throws Lucifer a bitchface that the devil answers with a shiteating grin. When the refrain comes along for the second time, Lucifer starts singing along: “We are never ever ever saving Adam ever! He’s been dead for four years and we haven’t tried at all …”

“I’m not dead!” Adam finally shouts over the song. “I was dead! I was in fucking heaven! But someone just had to start the fucking Apocalypse and needed a fucking ride!”

Only when the silence that follows his outburst rings in his ears, does he realize that Lucifer has closed the laptop. Both archangels are staring at him, and there had been a time where that would’ve frightened him.

“We’re not playing that song again,” Michael finally says.

“It’s really catchy, though,” Lucifer protests, but it sounds a bit half hearted.

Michael walks over to his brother and takes the laptop out of his hands. “Give me that.”

“If you want to act all big brotherly, Michael, you should’ve started at Stull Cemetery.”

Oh great. And there they go again with the accusations. It’s an old argument by now, though, more like something they’re too used to to let go. There’s no real anger behind the words any more.

Michael just sighs. “You know the reasons, Lucifer.”

“Shit reasons.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

That’s a new one. Adam blinks in surprise at the same time as Lucifer does so, too. Then Lucifer leans forward, grin tugging at the corners of his mouth again. “What was that?”

Michael just growls at him, though.

For a while they all return to their respective corners, Michael doing something on the laptop now. There’s a lot of furrowing his brows and low muttering, but he doesn’t actually say anything.

After a few hours or maybe centuries – Adam had never learned how to tell time down here – a question occurs to him. He looks at Lucifer through narrowed eyes. “Why did you google me?”

Lucifer goes for a nonchalant shrug, but he avoids Adam’s eyes. That’s definitely very new.

A bit later Adam catches Lucifer humming the melody of the song. The humming stops as soon as Adam glares at him. “It is very catchy,” Lucifer defends himself.

“You know me never getting out means you never getting out either?” After all, who are Sam and Dean more likely to get out of here? Their brother or the literal devil? On the other hand, you never know with Sam and Dean ...

Lucifer shrugs. “I don’t expect to.”

“You don’t?” Adam asks surprised.

“Nah. I had my chance. Blew it so Sammy could have his piece of mind.” When Adam starts to say something Lucifer lifts a finger. “Don’t say a fucking word about that!”

“I was going to say that that’s actually surprisingly nice of you.”

He probably should’ve know not to say something like that, because it results in an archangel glaring angrily at Adam. “As I said, don’t say a fucking word.”

“Adam …” Michael interrupts them. He sounds a bit distracted. “Would you mind explaining the concept of shipping to me?”

Maybe the laptop had been a bad idea. Apparently, Michael had googled Adam, too. (Why do archangels keep googling him? Why is this even remotely a problem he has to deal with?) And he had found a thing called Midam. Adam guesses it makes sense with the whole vessel thing and all, and of course it leads to Lucifer making a lot of jokes about Michael jumping Adam’s bones. Lucifer also likes reading them fanfic summaries.

“This is a good one!” Lucifer is grinning again. “Listen: Alpha Michael was very disappointed that Adam popped a knot when he presented.”

Adam is pretty sure he doesn’t even want to know. “Popped a what?” he asks anyway.

Lucifer makes a vague hand gesture. “It’s probably a kinky thing.”

Okay, fine. That’s enough. If Lucifer want to play this game, he’s get what he deserves. Adam walks over, snatches the laptop, and is vaguely surprised that he’s still in possession of all of his limbs a moment later. Just to be safe he retreats to his own corner.

It doesn’t take long to find a ship called Michifer. It’s surprisingly easy to find art and fanfiction for it.

Showing it around leads to two archangels falling very silent for a century or two. Like, eerily silent. No accusations anymore, just the two of them eyeing each other. Sometimes they talk in Enochian, which Adam is getting better at, but when they speak low and fast he has no chance. If Adam had known that showing them a ship would have this result, though, he would’ve looked for it sooner.

Now and then Lucifer claims the laptop for himself. Apparently he has a blog now where he reblogs nature photography. It seems to make him happy.

Usually, he doesn’t stare at the screen unmoving for hours (or centuries), though. Usually he doesn’t pull on his lower lip in thought. Usually, he doesn’t get up to carry the laptop over to Michael’s corner. Usually, the archangels definitely don’t put their heads together to whisper for quite a while. Not just talk lowly, but whisper like they actively don’t want Adam to hear.

Not that it isn’t nice that they finally get along, but everybody would be nervous with two archangels staring at them and whispering. Especially since whispering in Enochian always sounds like hissed warnings of impending doom.

“What is it?” Adam snaps finally. What are they going to do to him? Kill him? He’s in hell already.

Lucifer nudges his brother. “You tell him. He’s your vessel.”

“You brought this up,” Michael protest.

Lucifer lifts an eyebrow. “You really want me to talk to him about this?”

Michael pulls a face at that. Then he turns to Adam. “Well, we just found another ship, and we wanted to ask you something.”

Seriously, how is being locked into a cage in hell with two archangels as company not the heights of how surreal his life could get? “No kinky sex,” Adam jokes. He’s definitely heard too many fanfiction summaries by now. “And in case you want to tell me your trueforms have tentacles, I’m not into that either.”

More whispering. Then Lucifer saying: “No, I don’t think it counts as a kink.”

Michael shrugs as if he wants to say ‘You’re the expert’. Which is probably fair, seeing as his brother invented sin, if certain old books are correct.

“We wanted to ask you,” Michael says finally, “what your thoughts on polyamory are.”

If Adam is totally honest there could’ve probably been worse questions. And in the end he is very happy that he answered honestly.

Tagging: @askatosch @brieflymaximumprincess @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @schizonephilim @coffee-queen448 @little-boyking @solo-skywlker @talkmagically @whinywingedwinchester @logicalize @batfam-art @blakechaos08 @captain-winchester-27

[koraesrambles]

“Why does Sam get so coddled because of his time in hell? I mean, nobody took away Dean’s memories!”

I just saw someone say this on a Supernatural facebook page I’m on and I don’t want to be a jerk and freak out at them there (I very politely explained my thoughts on the matter) but in the safety of my own blog. . . .

HOLD UP SISTER.

Dean’s hell was terrible, I will never deny that. I love the man and he definitely deserved the time he needed in order to recover from that traumatic experience, I will never deny that, but people coddle SAM? WHEN? Death put up a wall to protect Sam because his memories would LITERALLY DRIVE HIM INSANE. He was left in the CAGE which is a place in Hell specifically meant to contain the most powerful archangel in all of existence with both Michael AND Lucifer! And he wasn’t tortured for 30 years and then allowed to torture other people for 10 (not making light of Dean’s situation, it was terrible but. . .) he was tortured the entire time he was there. He never got a break. He was the only entertainment available for two of the most powerful pissed off creatures in all of existence. 

OH, and the cage drove MICHAEL insane, so it’s obviously not a picnic even if they did leave him alone for a minute or two (which they probably didn’t). ALSO Sam had to work WITH HIS TORTURER in season 11. They don’t even mention how difficult that must have been with him. He’s obviously terrified of Lucifer and Lucifer goes INTO HIS ROOM and they play it off as a joke. 

And yes, they do spend 2 seasons on the consequences of Sam jumping into the pit. Seasons 6 and 7 focus on Sam’s hell a lot, but they don’t actually deal at all with what HAPPENED in the cage. Sam goes insane because of his memories, and then they resolved it in an immensely unsatisfying way (don’t worry! We’ll just take the crazy away! It’ll be like it never happened!) and then they NEVER MENTION IT AGAIN until season 11 (when Sam has to work with his torturer again). And when Sam is locked up with Lucifer AGAIN and beaten AGAIN and the next episode has Sam apologizing to Dean rather than Sam actually talking about the complicated and horrible feelings he must have had being locked up with his centuries long torturer. 

They’re only just now (season 13, 8 YEARS AFTER SAM WENT TO HELL) talking even a little about what Sam actually went through and what it did to him emotionally. Don’t give me that crap about Dean’s hell being worse. Dean’s hell was awful and horrible and deserved the time they spent on it, BUT SAM WINCHESTER SAVED THE WORLD BY JUMPING INTO THE WORST SECTION OF HELL AND BEING TORTURED FOR CENTURIES AND NOBODY IS “CODDLING” HIM BY PUTTING UP A WALL TO HELP HIM DEAL WITH THOSE THINGS. A WALL THAT GETS BROKEN, MIGHT I ADD, LEADING HIM TO LITERAL INSANITY.

[dsmadmin]

#RiftItSoGood

#Written by @DarklySadistic and @ArchangelDSM

Lucifer: *With each and every world that was destroyed a sense of enjoyment watched of me. Each one that was taken away from my father. I knew that he was crying over the loss. Each life that was snuffed out was like a balm to my black and tormented soul. I craved even more, I wanted to watch the whole world burn. To bow to my feet and cry for mercy, but no mercy would be found. Only a dark abyss of hate, that grew with each passing day.

I walked the halls of Hell, the screams echoed around me. Hands behind my back, the deeper into my kingdom I went. A ping of hurt nicked at my heart. There was only one thing that was missing. Michael. A deep scowl marred my face. He was taken away from me. The day is so fresh in my mind, like it was yesterday. He was ripped away from me. The memory of his face when I fell. It dug its claws deep into me. I could never go back, I could never have him in my arms again. I was thrown out over love. The love of my brother, a man that was my other half. A roar ripped from my lips, as my fist into the wall. Cracking of bone bounced off the walls. My father, a man that was all about love. Couldn’t accept the love of his two children. Rage ate at his body like poison. My father would pay! He couldn’t love me or love me for who and what I was. He would be brought to his knees.

My hand falling to his side, I needed more help. These demons couldn’t do shit right. I killed more of them then kept them around. There was only one that he knew that would be powerful to actually bring this the world to an end. But would he even see me? It had been so long since we had been face to face. Sighing I ran my fingers through my hair. I had to try. My heart jumped at the thought of seeing his love again.

Letting out a breath he popped up onto Earth. My love’s domain. He would know the moment that he stepped foot onto the Earthly plane. Now how to get his attention, tapping my chin with a smirk. Scanning the world around me.* Oh Michael, come out, come out wherever you are. *Letting my powers out and brushing against his love's mind. I hadn’t stepped out of Hell in a long fucking time. If you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself. His smirk turned sinister. The thought of working side by side with Michael, made my dick twitch in my jeans. No one would be able to stop them.* Come say hi, love. *Brushing his mind once again. Leaning against a large tree. Close to that of the tree of life they had once met at. Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited for him. I had to admit that my heart pounded hard against my rib cage. I lost everything the moment I fell from heaven. And that everything was him, it would always be him.*

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Michael: -Wheatfields far as the eye could see, he moved with fluid motions wielding a sword. Chaos in his heart, he sought to soothe out here alone. Deep breath then letting it out he cut through the air with a slash to the left moving with it as if an imaginary foe would strike from behind he held up the sword to block. His mind even though he tried would always conjure up Lucifer's face when he'd been forced to put him in hell, his fathers' punishment had been fierce. And while there were whispers he'd gotten off easy that wasn't even close. His weakness had put them into the position and Lucifer had paid the physical price. Michael was paying the emotional price, to have put his brother in hell and stand back to let him burn for eternity killed whatever softness that had been in him. Over the centuries he turned into a cold, calculated warrior who showed no mercy for anyone.

Whatever his father ordered no matter how disturbing he obeyed. He had no friends, no family he was just a weapon in his fathers' arsenal. His only reprieve was memories of Lucifer and he did not allow himself to visit them because it would only cause him more grief as the wound was ripped open again and again. Lately, his father wasn't really around and the angels looked to him for direction. He gave heartless orders and never went further beyond that. But he watched at times his father's influence on the Winchester's and it angered him. He cared more it seemed for these mortals than he'd ever cared for his own sons. He felt nothing but hatred for the Winchester's they were nothing more than a vessel to get the mission accomplished and from his experience, they were as miserable as he was. At least they were kindred spirits. Continuing his practice for the next several hours content to keep going till some angel came to irritate him for orders he lost track of time until a presence he'd not felt for so long fell across the planet. It couldn't be... his arm coming down sword gripped tightly in his hand as he closed his vessels eyes and concentrated on it. Then a whisper, low and familiar caressed his mind. It was /him/, how did he escape... Other angels would hear, feel him and they'd go after him. And in that moment the archangel made his choice. He'd protect Lucifer at all costs even if it meant standing up to his father. He disappeared with a flutter of wings and reappeared not far from Lucifer. He was well aware Lucifer would probably kill him but so be it. He dropped the sword and went to him unarmed. Face blatantly shown pain as he looked at the only person he loved in all of creation.- Lucifer... -It was said with the softest of tones, laden with love.-

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Lucifer: •He could still feel the fire as it locked at his skin. Blisters formed on his flesh. They covered his body, his screams fell on deaf ears. One doesn’t forget that type of pain. He never forgot the look on Michael’s face. His sick as fuck father forced Michael to put him there. Forced him to watch, as the fires started to consume him. Those sad eyes, were the last thing that ever saw. They haunted him for so fucking long. He could no longer feel the touch of the man, the Angel he loved. Hear his sweet words, to feel his touch against his skin. That day, his father, killed something inside of Lucifer. Pain, anger festered through the centuries. It ate away at him like cancer. It formed him into the fallen Angel he is now. Careless and cold, heartless and soulless some would say. For years his /hated/ his love. He had put him in that fucking hell. He didn’t fight hard enough. He didn’t come with him. He followed their fathers orders. It broke Lucifer, the one and only true love had let him go. He was never right after that. He cried out for Michael, he had begged so many times from him to free him from the fires of Hell. But he never came. No one ever came. He welcomed the fires in that moment. He prayed for them to consume him. Though they never would. This was his punishment for love. For loving another, for loving his brother. The one in all of this fucked up world that he loves more then himself.

He was pulled from his thoughts. At the feel of a presence, /his/ presence. It washed over him like a balm to his raw and torn, black soul. His head rested back against the bark of the tree. Anger welled up in his veins. So many times, he planned out how he would kill Michael. Slowly he opened his eyes, and he was met with the sight of him. The pain, the softness, the love. How, how could he ever think that? How could he ever want his love, ever not to exist? He was a ducking bastard.

He was here, Michael, his love was here. His hard eyes, softened. Only Michael could ever soften him. Arms falling down to his side. He pushed off the tree. Walking towards him, fuck he wanted to run, but he kept his pace. With each step he drew even closer. His scent filled his nose.Fuck, he couldn’t take it anymore. Rushing the last few steps, he cupped his face between his large hands. Eyes glistening in the light of moon, shinning off the unshed tears that gathered in his eyes.• Michael.. •his voice laced with awe and love.• You’re here, you came. •he whispered, as a tear trailed down his cheek. His love had came. The cries of his soul for his love, had finally been heard.• Love, my love. •Gently he stroked his cheeks.• I..I..never thought I would touch you again, feel you, see you. •dropping his arm around his waist. Pulling him against his body, so tight.• Oh love how I’ve missed you.

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Michael: -A wave of emotions hit Michael as he laid eyes on Lucifer, so long. How could have he just left him in hell? He'd known though if he'd went after him his father would destroy him, possibly both of them and there would never be any hope left. So he'd done as he was told, forced to live a life that went on forever and was clouded in darkness. The archangel's heart had been broken but it was breaking again just being in Lucifer's presence knowing what he'd done to him. Standing motionless as Lucifer embraced him he silently wondered if his father was messing with him, a test of some sort and this wasn't Lucifer. The close contact had him returning the embrace though and he hugged Lucifer tight. Emotional whisper.- If this is a test father then I've failed in your eyes for loving him. Please just end me because I won't play these perverse games anymore. Send me to hell but please stop torturing me like this....

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Lucifer: •His arms were his heaven, Michael was his home. A home that he longed for, for so long. He ached each moment to feel the arms of his love. To smell his scent, to touch him. And now, he was. So many emotions banged against each other, his body the only thing keeping them contained. He felt if he would burst in a flash. He pulled Michael ever closer. He wouldn’t let him go this time. No. Nothing, not even their father would keep them apart. He couldn’t stand to be without Michael. He was his very heart, even if it was black and chard from what it once was. Michael was his very reason for breathing.

Resting his forehead on Michael’s. He was home. But then his emotional whisper fell in his ears. Did he think he wasn’t real, that this was all some dream? It made his blood boil. That their father, he did this. Made his love toss him away. Made him question, Lucifer. He would pay dearly for it. He would watch their father burn away to ash for this.

Pushing anger aside. Because his heart was breaking. For Michael, for himself. His fingers slipped the the nape of his neck. Moving his lips to Michael’s ear. He whispered like gravel and deep, something that only he and his love would know. Something that Lucifer had always said to him.• You are my very universe. Without you, I am nothing, I cease to exist. You are the very reason I was made. For it was not our father that breathed life into me, it was you love. You’re very existence is my beating heart. You are my only true love. •emotions made his voice crack. His body shuttered, with the raw emotion he felt.• It’s me love. You hold me in your very arms. •he pulled his lips from his loves ear. Meeting his loves gaze, tears threatened to spill over.• Feel my heart beat for you. •with his words, he leaned down and captured his lips. Slowly he kissed his love. Pouring all of his love into the kiss.•

[heavnofhell]

i cant believe luci would rather be crowleys dog than michael's cellmate.

I can. Easily. 

I feel like the cage has been very downplayed these past few seasons - like it is simply a normal prison cell (which is bad enough), but the truth is, it was built to contain the power of Heaven’s strongest archangel. It was built to contain him and to suppress him and his strength. It isn’t a motel room at the Holiday Inn. 

I know the individual interpretations of the cage are all over the place, mostly due to inconsistencies in canon, but we cannot deny that it is a horrific place, if not due to tortures or punishment, then, at very least, for its solitude. 

Lucifer has been trapped in a barren cage for the better part of his existence. Imagine living in the same confined area, day in and day out, no concept of time, no voice to hear but your own, and, above all, no hope for escape. He was sentenced to his perdition without a hope or a chance for redemption. And do not forget - he is the Morning Star. 

He is the Light Bringer, and he was created to fight and to love, and he cared for his family more than anything. I truly believe that, before his fall and The Mark, he was full of happiness and affection, and I think that the greatest punishment he could suffer was to be denied contact with any other living creature, which is exactly why he was put into an isolated cage. 

The first go round, he had Sam. Sam was the one hope he clung to. He had a light at the end of the tunnel, and he had a reason to keep fighting. The second time, he didn’t have that promise. He had nothing. He tells Sam that Michael couldn’t handle the cage (which, to me, is further proof that the cage creates its own punishment, and Lucifer was not the one to “break” his brother), and then tells Crowley that Michael is insane, and “not in a fun way.” 

So, yeah, personally, I don’t blame him. He has his pride, that’s certain - but what good is pride if it is locked away in the darkness for eternity? What good is fighting, if the war will never end? He just wants to live. He just wants a chance, and, because no one seems willing to give him one, he’s doing everything he can to create one for himself. We may not like where it is going, but a cornered animal will do whatever it takes to survive, and desperate people do desperate things.