Hear now the tale of a jetblack sunrise - SN fic - PG, gen, 5.14

[tigriswolf]

Title: Hear now the tale of a jetblack sunrise
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Whitman.
Warnings: spoilers for 5.14; takes place just after.
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 500
Point of view: third

 

 

 

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Oh, Sammy, the devil croons, patting his cheek. Color me impressed, kiddo. But you really gotta stop killin’ my generals.

(don’t say yes don’t say yes please let me get there in time don’t say yes)

Quit sendin’ them after me and mine, then, Sam replies, standing tall in the dream. 

Lucifer grins, fangs glistening and dove-white wings spread wide. You were magnificent, he says. I couldn’t have done it better.

(stay strong stay strong I’m coming don’t say yes)

Even Azazel didn’t guess your true strength, Lucifer muses. Alistair, Lilith, Famine—who next? 

Sam raises an eyebrow. I’m not ever gonna give in to you, Sam promises him. And one day, I’ll kill you.

Laughing, Lucifer pats his cheek again. Killing me, Sam, would be like killing God. And only He could.

(don’t say yes don’t say yes you’re better than that better than me don’t say yes)

We’ll see, Sam murmurs, smirking. In Detroit.

The power’s not in the blood, after all. It was in him, all along. He knows that now. He’s killed a Horseman, and two powerful demons, and unleashed Satan onto the world.  

(don’t say yes not to him wait don’t say yes)

The dream turns, inwards to the past, to Jessica and Stanford and when the world was golden.

But Sam remembers, and so does Lucifer.

All Sam has to do is open himself up to the potential and submit, to surrender entirely. He can control it, he knows that. Azazel didn’t give him the power, merely heightened it. Like Ruby, and Famine’s pets. It’s always been in him. It’s why Lucifer wants him, why Nick won’t work for long.

He can kill the devil. He will. 

(don’t say yes don’t say yes please don’t say yes wait don’t say yes)

Alistair was easy, Lilith a little harder, but Famine and his minions were a cakewalk.   And now, crouched on the floor of Bobby’s panic room, trying to control himself and the need screaming through him, Sam knows what he has to do.

It is not in the blood. Not Azazel’s, not Ruby’s, not a random demon offered up as a sacrifice to please a sadistic lord. The power is his, to wield and to rule, for justice and vengeance and the world.

To save Dean. To keep Dean safe from Lucifer and Zachariah and Michael, and whoever else might gun for him.  To make up for everything he’s ever done wrong, all the mistakes and failures and deaths.

(don’t not like this don’t say yes not like this)

He can fix everything. Kill Lucifer and hit a giant reset button. Maybe even save Mom and Dad, give them that life they always wanted. Let them and Dean and the world be safe. Without him, none of this would have happened.

Locked in Bobby’s panic room, Sam closes his eyes and follows the tendril deep into his mind, spiraling downward for the well of power.

(don’t not like this)

He says yes.

Lucifer smiles.