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Title: Stone Safe, Worry Free
Author: [ profile] mya_rofki
Rating: PG-13
Words: about 1,000
Characters: Sam, Dean, Lucifer
Warnings: Little bit of blood
Spoilers: Mystery Spot, The End, Season 6 through Family Matters
Summary: The Devil breaks his promises. Surprise, surprise.
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I'm not making any money off of this.
Authors Note: Unbetaed and written fast, so definitely not perfect. (If you see any typos, feel free to point them out. :) Written for my "Broken Promises" Angst Bingo Square.

Daylight in the garden, and Dean’s neck snaps cleanly beneath his shoe. Snap. He lets the sound linger for a minute before he decides he's ready to face the world.

He opens his eyes and turns his face to look at Dean, studies the shadowy statue of his brother: still, silent, sitting like a man of stone on the opposite motel bed. Staring at him. Spotlight glare on high cheekbones. Eyes like miner’s lamps. Full moon tonight.

Dean watches him back and doesn't move. It's like being murdered in Sam's memory has turned Dean into stone. Not a terrible fate. Dean being turned to stone could nestle right in with the rest without a trace, rustle along in the endless shuffle of deaths and not even cause Sam a second’s pause.

He wonders where Dean’s mind is. He wonders if the real Dean is somewhere dreaming, or if he died years ago. Sam wasn’t dreaming, because he doesn’t sleep, but he was remembering, and for him it was daylight in the garden a second ago. The one where his loafer snapped Dean’s neck. Snap.

He knows that never really happened. It was just serpentine trickery, though Lucifer said that scene, or something like it, was the way things were meant to play out. It feels like it really happened. They all feel like they really happened, all of Lucifer's conjurations. The garden was hardly more than a warm-up for what Lucifer can do when he really gets creative.

When Lucifer bent all of his vast, imaginative cruelty to making Sam regret the decision to trap them together in the cage of hell, the snap of Dean’s neck quickly became almost a lullaby. Snap. Suffering over for Dean. Peace at last.

Lucifer had lied, of course, about not lying to Sam, about not tricking him. Or maybe his promises had only ever applied topside.

Down in the pit, he convinces Sam of a thousand futures. The Devil’s eye for detail and passion for creation are unrivaled, except by God himself, perhaps. Which makes sense: like father, like son. The Devil takes the blocks his Father created, and scatters and stacks by the millions, builds labyrinths, towers, winding garden paths that all lead to horror for Sam, pain for Dean. It's child’s play for the Devil. A way to pass the time.

Down in the pit, the Devil makes worlds for Sam that are real down to the hangnail on his left thumb, and the grit flying into his eye when the wind blows. All for Sam, he makes kindly old ladies to smile in passing, and snappy little dogs to sniff at his ankles, and intriguing movie posters starring actors he knows in roles he’s never heard of. For Sam, he makes musty libraries, greasy diners, blinking traffic lights, and most of all he makes Deans. Hundreds of Deans. Each of them almost a love letter to Sam, his smirking, mocking, swaggering brother in the flesh, real and whole every time. And the Devil always gives Sam time with him, to grow attached, before things began to go subtly, inevitably awry.

One at a time, the Devil has paraded them before Sam; perfect facsimiles. Every time, Sam begins to believe that this is the real Dean, this is the real world, finally. Eventually, stupidly, every single time, Sam has believed.

And once he's let himself be convinced, the Devil has stepped up and set the final act in motion, every time.

The Devil has ended it in a thousand ways, and all of them have hurt. The Devil has ended it with Dean killing himself because he couldn’t stand to be Sam’s brother any more. The Devil has ended it with Dean going crazy, killing other people, getting the chair while Sam watched helplessly from the other side of the glass. The Devil has ended it with Dean inside-out and skin-side-off, and eyes still, somehow, catching Sam’s, begging him to stop while Sam tries to piece him back together again. Stop, Sammy, please stop, while Sam’s hands keep rushing through their wet work, while things spatter on Sam’s skin, and he can’t pause to wipe them away, and he can't stop thinking God no, Dean, don’t die like this. He won't be certain until the new one starts, that that was never Dean at all.

Like the Trickster’s game at the Mystery Spot, it's always rigged to tear Dean away. But Broward County was to the cage as boot camp was to real battle. In Broward County, every day was just a day, and always ended early, until Wednesday, which lasted months. In the cage, every day is a Wednesday, and every Wednesday lasts years, decades.

If it takes twenty years to convince Sam that this world is finally the real one, that’s how long the Devil will spin it out before snipping the thread. The Devil is infinitely patient, with infinity to express to Sam just exactly how angry he is. How deeply disappointed.

Now, Dean's face seems to echo that disappointment, as he gets up and disappears into the bathroom. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn't offer excuses for watching Sam, for the mistrust in his eye as he does it. One doesn’t offer excuses to machines for watching their monitors. He doesn’t say anything to Sam tonight, because, in this world, they say Sam is soulless. Less one soul. He is apparently too much less, this time, to restore their brotherly relationship completely. Sam's okay with that.

So Dean’s cold to him this time. As long as Sam remembers that this isn't the real Dean, he's ahead of the game. He can be cold right back, and it's easy, feels good. As long as Sam doesn’t believe, doesn't care, he's winning this game. He hopes that somewhere, far above him, the real Dean is out living his life, winning it too.

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Date: 2010-11-14 09:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Chilling, and so believable. I could just see Lucifer torturing Sam mentally just as Alistair tortured Dean physically. *shudders*

Date: 2011-01-21 10:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Sorry for taking so shamefully long to answer this comment. *is tool*

Anyway, thank you very much for leaving it. I'm really pleased this was both chilling and believable for you, as those were both things I was striving for, and wasn't sure I'd actually accomplished. :D

Date: 2010-11-15 12:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh my crap. Leaving it like that it makes you wonder if this really is still a game or if it is real and Sam just doesn't realize it. It's just awfully powerful and brilliant.

Date: 2011-01-21 11:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Heh, yeah. Sometimes I find myself taking great pleasure in writing things that I often hate reading, like ambiguous endings that leave questions which will never be answered.

I'm so glad you enjoyed it, and thank you very much for taking the time to leave a comment. (And sorry it took me so long to respond to it!)

Date: 2010-11-15 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The implications of this are incredibly disturbing.

Great fic!

Date: 2011-01-21 11:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Heehee. Thank you!

P.S. I really love your ohsam meme fill, the one with poor Sam being used as a crazy hunting dog, and poor Castiel trying to be his friend, while Dean tries to ignore the whole horrible situation. Like, really love. It's horrible(in an awesome way) and beautiful and while you where posting it, I checked back several times a day, hoping for the next installment. And the way it ends? Talk about disturbing implications. I'm sorry I never commented on it before, and also sorry it took me so long to respond to your comment here. *hangs head in shame*

Date: 2011-01-23 01:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Heh, thank you! I'm glad you liked that story.

And don't worry about late replies, I'm rather slow myself lately.

Date: 2010-11-15 01:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, crap!


This is too horrible to contemplate, and you wrote it completely believably!

Kudos for tearing my heart to pieces!

Date: 2011-01-21 11:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hi! Firstly, sorry for taking so long to respond to your comment. *is quite ashamed*

Secondly, thank you so much for leaving said comment, and, um, sorry again for tearing your heart to pieces. Could I, maybe, get you a needle and some dental floss for that? *is a little bit evil, but does not want you to actually die because you are an awesome commenter*

Date: 2010-11-15 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Creeeeepy. Very nicely done.

Date: 2011-01-21 11:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hee hee. Thank you! (And sorry for taking so long to respond.)

Date: 2010-11-15 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh wow. Love this. very nice idea. :)

This actually really hurt to read, so kudos to you for being the reigning champ of angst. ;P
Edited Date: 2010-11-15 02:43 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-01-21 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aw, thank you for this comment, which I shall love and hug and cherish. And sorry I'm such a massive tool and took so long to respond to it. And also sorry for writing hurty things. Sometimes I write things that I'm not sure I would enjoy reading so much. You are a braver soul than I, for actually reading what I post. :)

P.S. Do I see a BB2011 icon next to your name? I am very very excited now. No pressure or anything, but: YAYYY!!!

Date: 2011-01-21 11:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh you're not. I just hope you're doing okay. Been a while since I've seen you around. ;)

Yes. Yes it is. .... and it's very akin to what I'm asking myself every day. *sigh* But I can do it! I know I can! .....*cowers under the bedsheets*

Date: 2011-01-21 11:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yeah. *sigh* I miss lj a lot, but real life's been kicking my ass in a way that keeps me extremely busy these days. Nothing terrible. Just a full time job with a two hour commute on each end. :P Anyway, it's only through spring, so I think I can survive it. :)

Meanwhile, I think perhaps I'll have to try living the BB experience vicariously through poor unfortunates like you this year, so prepare yourself for that. Heehee. Seriously though, I know you can do it! YES, YOU CAN! *fist in the air*

Do you have a plot bunny yet? Have you started writing? Are you already totally overwhelmed? *begins living vicariously*

Date: 2011-01-22 12:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh man, I totally hear you on the commute. :( Me and another of my Flist were just commiserating on that very thing the other day. Sucks. *hug* Glad it's not permanent tho. You can do it <3

Haha! Good start! I do, in fact, have a bunny. I got it from another community's prompt challenge, haha! *fail* It just inspired me and well, I asked if they'd be okay if I used it for my BB and they said yes. So now I'm all excited. I haven't started writing but I have done my little version of "story boarding" (meaning I take a flat cardboard box and put sticky notes all over it in some semblance of sequential order XD). I'm not overwhelmed so much as just... well, it's like when I wake up in the morning and I know I have to pee but it's really warm in my bed. It's not overwhelming just kind of 'well, damn, guess I have to move now'. ;P

Date: 2010-11-15 03:22 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] auroramama
Seriously, wow. Wow.

Date: 2011-01-21 11:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aw. Thank you! :D (P.S. Sorry it took me so long to respond to your comment.)

Date: 2010-11-15 04:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This is definitely my new canon for The Cage. It's perfect, omg. <3

Date: 2011-01-21 11:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much for this comment. Perfect! Yay!

Big big <3 to you too, and big big apology for taking so long to respond to your comment.

Date: 2010-11-15 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
you're too damned smart for me, which is one of the reasons I read you;) This is a really good, logical follow-up as to what could be.

Date: 2011-01-21 11:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aww. ♥ ♥ ♥ You're such a sweetheart, and this is such a nice comment, and I am such a tool for not answering it in a more timely manner. Anyway, I'm so glad you liked this story, and really appreciate the compliment, and also? I happen to think you're pretty damn smart yourself. *hugs you*

Date: 2010-11-15 06:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
As much as my head!canon prefers to say Sam&Lucifer were having major sexy times down in the Cage (with some Michael/Lucifer for good measure) This was an incredibly awesome, and epically chilling piece of work right here.

Even had you ended it without even tying season 06 into it, it would've been great. But the addition of season 06 info, the working of that into Sam's head right here in this fic -- it makes it 100x better!

So, great job!
Edited Date: 2010-11-15 06:59 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-01-21 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, I'm so happy you liked this, though I am definitely on board the Sam/Lucifer sexy times train with you. Perhaps in another, much pornier, story.

Thank you so much for taking the time to comment, and a million sorries for taking so long to respond to it. :)

Date: 2010-11-16 06:08 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] varkelton
Oh my God. Oh love. Wow. Just wow. You outdid yourself. This was perfect. Poor Sam! Oh my God. This one's going to haunt me... ::♥'s you hard::

Date: 2011-01-22 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aw, love. ♥'s you back. Sorry I took sooooo long responding to your comment. I'm a bum. But you are not a bum, and I love you for leaving this comment, well, and for just being you and such. :)

Date: 2010-11-23 03:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wow! That hurt well written and absolutlely plausible scenario. I loved it!

Date: 2011-01-22 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hi! Thank you so much for your comment. I'm really glad the story worked for you (and also really sorry it took me this long to respond.) ♥

Date: 2011-02-28 01:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wow. This was so good that I *almost* wish they had gone this way on the show. That would have made for an interesting season.

Date: 2011-10-21 04:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much for commenting! I'm glad you enjoyed it (and sorry for being so late to respond.) :)
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