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Love The Way You Lie	By : Tyr_Drop Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Love The Way You Lie
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Just gonna stand there and watch me burn

But that's alright because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry

But that's alright because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie
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   Sam awoke to the sound of Luce arguing with someone. It was probably Gabriel again. The two had been butting heads ever since Luce started hitting Sam. It’s not that bad. Sam’s a grown man, one of the world’s best hunters. He can take care of himself. Besides, Lucifer loves Sam and Sam loves him back. They always kiss and make up and Luce heals Sam.
   Sometimes.
   Truth be told, Lucifer and Sam aren’t technically ‘together’. They just so happen to screw every so often. Luce just seems to not understand the whole ‘friends with benefits’ gig. Sam doesn’t want a relationship. He wants to be free for a little while longer. Luce has other plans, apparently. Sighing at the raised voices in the other room, Sam tried to stretch and to sit up.
   Tried.
   Pain shot through his left shoulder and his right wrist was cuffed to the bed post.
   “What the actual fuck?! Lucifer!!” Sam hollered. A few seconds later, the yelling in the other stopped and Lucifer poked his head in.
   “What do you want?” he grumbled.
   “You, A, have me cuffed to the bed and, B, my fucking shoulder! What did we do last night?!”
   “I love fucking with your head.” Lucifer smiled, walking in and shutting the door behind him. “I caught you flirting with some slutty little bitch at that bar last night. We made quite a scene.” he smirked. “So, I clocked you over the head and brought you here, fucked you brutally, handcuffed you to the bed, and dislocated your left shoulder.” He leaned to whisper in Sam’s ear. “That was the shoulder she had her head on.”
   “So, why can’t I remember this?” Sam asked, bored. This has happened multiple times. It was getting old. Very old.
   He jumped when Lucifer lowered himself quickly, growling like an animal. “Because I took her filth out of your head! She was poison! A wretch! She wasn’t even on the level below you and you were willing to sink into her sickening depths! You are mine, Sam Winchester. Mine! And until you understand that, I’m afraid you’ll have to be in pain.”
   “Luce, baby, please. Just think about this. I love you. I do. I just don’t want to be tied down yet!”
   “I can’t trust you, Sam, so I have to train you. Simple as that. Love you too, baby.” Lucifer blew Sam a kiss as he walked out the door.
   “Lucifer! Hey! Babe! Shit…” Sam groaned and laid back on the bed. The dislocation he could fix, but he was still chained to the damn bed. And, well, he had to pee. Bad. “Lucifer! Please come here! I have… things I need to do. Remember, I’m not an angel.
   “Too bad.” he heard from the other room.
   Sam rolled his eyes. “So you want me to pee and lay in it?” he chuckled.
   “Yep. You wanted to sleep with filth. Fine. You will sleep and lay in your own filth. I’m heading out. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”
   “Wh-what?! Lucifer don’t you leave!!!” Sam screamed, pulling at the cuffs. He heard the familiar sounds of his wings fluttering away and Sam panicked.
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   “Dean, please! I’m sorry! No more!” Castiel cried as Dean yanked his wing again. Tears poured down the angel’s face and he looked back at Dean with big blue eyes filled with pain.
   “What did I say about leaving me in the middle of a hunt when you’re supposed to have my back? That could get me killed, Castiel.” Dean scolded, rubbing the base of Castiel’s wings, right where they met his shoulder blades. Castiel was apologizing over and over. Yes, the angel had left Dean’s side, and yes, it was to dispatch a nearby demon that could have maybe given away their position, but Dean had been jumped and lost a precious tooth because of that. Yes, Castiel fixed him up, but it still should not have happened. Cas needed to be punished.
   Dean jumped up and held himself up on his hands, pushing all of his weight down on Castiel’s wings. The angel screamed in sheer agony, leaning and falling onto his back. Dean landed on his feet and decided to grind his boot into the feathers of one wing. Castiel cried out weakly.
   “I love you, Dean.” he whispered. Dean yanked him up by his hair.
   “Say again?”
   Castiel kissed Dean sweetly. “I love you, Dean. I still love you and I forgive you.” he said between sobs.
   Dean sneered, shoving Cas to the floor. “Too bad I don’t forgive you. Get up and fix yourself up. We’ve got to clean up this mess you’ve made. When we get back, though, you, me, the poker and the fireplace are going to have words.”
   “Yes, Dean.” Castiel shivered. Dean wrapped his arms around his angel and squeezed gently.
   “If you’re good, then I’ll forgive you, but if you’re not…”
   Dean didn’t need to say anything else. Castiel nodded, giving Dean a soft smile. God help him, he needs Dean in his existence, but being with the man was painful… Too painful. Once Dean was out of sight, Castiel tried to fly away, only to realize the house was warded against him leaving.
   “Shit…”
   “I knew it!” Dean stormed back in, crowbar in hand, and swung as hard as he could at Castiel, hitting him in the head and flipping the man backwards. “You fucking bitch! I tried to give you a chance, but you wanted to fucking leave me?! Fine! We’ll play now!”
   “Dean, no. I’m sorry!”
   “Yeah, I know you are… A sorry excuse for an angel!” he seethed, raising the crowbar above his head. The sounds of metal hitting the hard body of an angel were heard emanating from the house accompanied by the sobs of said angel.
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   Lucifer returned home to find Sam curled up in a ball, his dislocated arm a mangled mess of ripped and twisted flesh and his trapped arm dislocated. An old Hellhound lay bored in the corner of the room. Sam’s sheets were wet. The smell of stale urine filled the room, making Lucifer scrunch his nose. “I see you tried to get away. Again.” he snapped his fingers and Sam was clean, the sheets were clean, and the man’s arms were both fixed and free.
   Sam spun around, snarling at Lucifer, who lunged at Sam, grabbing his head and slamming him into the wall repeatedly until Sam stopped struggling. “Who do you belong to, Sammy?” Silence. Four more hits. “Well?!”
   “I belong to you, Lucifer.” Sam’s muffled sob came through.
   “Good. Now. On the bed. On your knees. Spread your ass and hold it for me. I’m going in and I want you to tell me exactly how much it hurts, because it’s going to.”
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   Castiel popped his shoulder back into place. He was finally done healing himself. Dean really did a number on him. For a second, he thought he was going to actually be killed. Dean was gone. He was at some bar, getting drunk, then he’d be home to rape Castiel again. He choked back a sob. He wanted to fly away and come back with help. He knew Dean was a good man. He was just stressed out. That’s all.
   Sighing, he walked into the bedroom and stripped naked. If Dean came back to see him fully clothed, he’d throw a fit. Laying on the sheets, Castiel found himself actually drifting off to sleep.
   Hours later, a drunk Dean stumbled into the room, glaring at Castiel’s sleeping form. The bottle in his hand, however, was not filled with liquor. Castiel tried to leave Dean for the last fucking time. The last time.
   Castiel awoke in sheer agony. The fires licked at his flesh as if he were covered in… Oh Father, no…
   As the flames engulfed him, Dean took a swig of beer. “Bye, Cas.” he whispered. He took the bottle of holy oil and popped the lid. He threw it into the fire and it shattered upon hitting Castiel’s body. The sound leaving the burning angel wasn’t human. It hurt Dean’s ears to listen to it, so he left. He watched the house burn down and only began to walk away after the inhuman wail finally died.
   Dean shook his head. Castiel wasn’t trapped in a ring of fire. He could’ve easier flown somewhere else in the house, like the bathroom, and washed the oil off. Maybe even shatter the windows, taking out the sigils and freeing himself from the house. Instead, he allowed Dean to kill him.
   “Stupid son of a bitch.” He finished his beer and tossed the bottle over his shoulder.
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   Sam laid limp on the bed, Lucifer’s hands still around his neck. He begged with his eyes for air, but Lucifer just smiled. With one more squeeze, the bones in Sam’s neck snapped. Lucifer chuckled. He healed Sam. Brought him back to life, then began again. Sam fought again. He cried again. He fought against Lucifer’s thrusts inside of him. He begged. He pleaded. He promised.
   He gave up.
   The eighth time was when Sam didn’t fight back. When he was resurrected, he gasped deeply, but just laid there, not moving. Lucifer followed the same procedures as the first seven times, but Sam just laid there.
   “Time to go to sleep, Sammy. Night night.” He squeezed just enough to cut of his air. As Sam’s lungs began to burn, tears slid down his face. He brought his hands up in one last attempt to defend himself. He cried for Dean, for Castiel, for anyone.
   God help him, he called out for his father.
   “Daddy’s not going to help you, Sammy. Nigh night.”
   Sam’s world went black. His heart stopped again. His spirit left his body again. This time, though, Lucifer left the room. He didn’t come back.
   Neither did Sam.
~Fin
A/N: O_O Jesus, Mary and John Winchester. This actually came from me…
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