Sympathy for the Devil

Sympathy for the Devil

By Danyealle

 

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Summary:

The final battle happened but it didn't go as planned or how it was prophesied for centuries; Lucifer won, defeating Michael and sending him back to Heaven, almost dead. Now humanity's worst nightmare has come true; Earth is ruled by Lucifer and his demons. But, despite what the Son of the Morning thinks, things never go as planned when the Winchester brothers are involved. Not to mention some scheming from a heavenly faction that he's unaware of throwing all kinds of things into the works to gum them up.

 

Authors Warning: Is canon up until the last episode of season 5 then we are taking an alternate route though some of what went on will be there.

 

Contains descriptions of the scenes in SE05 EP22: Swan Song

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I don't own Supernatural nor do I make any money from this work of sick and twisted fiction. It's just something I do to keep what remains of my sanity from being eaten away by rabid plunnies from the lowest level of hell.

 

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Warnings/Tags: Threesome, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Coercion, Incest, M/M. M/M/M. Any other tags will be added at the beginning of chapters.

 

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Chapter 1

 

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As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer

'Cause I'm in need of some restraint



So if you meet me, have some courtesy

Have some sympathy and some taste

Use all your well-learned politics

Or I'll lay your soul to waste

 

-Sympathy for the Devil

-The Rolling Stones

 

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Sitting in the comfortable chair in the massive TV room of the opulent mansion in Las Vegas that was their gilded prison, Dean couldn't bring himself to look at the TV and see the massive destruction that was going on around the world though, with the volume up as Bobby and Cas watched, he couldn't help but hear it. Just listening to what was going on around the world made more guilt curdle in his stomach. They had failed, spectacularly. That was the only way to put it. Despite all they had gone through, what they had done, sacrifices made, Lucifer now ruled the world. Shaking his head as the reporters talked about the massive fallout from the biggest earthquake to ever ravage Europe, the oldest Winchester brother just muttered, “This sucks,” more to himself than anyone else. In his life, he had never felt so helpless as he did right now and there was no way for him to fix it. And he blamed himself for allowing Sam to take on that foolish plan. It had been his hope that, one way or another, Lucifer would go down, but it hadn't happened.

 

Though not happy that Sam was willing to sacrifice himself to end the mess that Dean felt he had started, he had agreed, seeing it as the only option they had left to put an end to the nightmare. It was also something that he wasn't sure would work but it was the last shot in the barrel and they had to take it. It hadn't worked, in fact the words complete and utter disaster came to mind when describing the events of that day.

 

The battle had taken place, as predicted for so many centuries, in the Stull Cemetery just outside Lawrence, Kansas. He had been there, hoping his presence would be enough to give Sammy the strength to override that evil bastard and take control enough that he could jump into the cage or, at the very least, if that couldn't happen, his brother wouldn't be alone when he died. It hadn't worked that way though. Cas and Bobby had also shown, fighting to the end, something that had cost them their lives. Michael, of course, was present and accounted for. Cas had managed to banish him for a while in hopes of giving Sam the time he needed to take control over the powerful archangel but it hadn't happened. With a snap of his fingers, Cas had exploded into pieces. Bobby had shot the evil son of a bitch but Lucifer had shrugged it off, snapping his neck. He, himself, had taken a hell of a beating at the hands of the evil fallen archangel and that was the one moment it seemed that Sam had surfaced but, somehow, Lucifer had managed to suppress Sammy once more. Then Micheal had once more shown up and the battle was on.

 

As anyone could predict, he had a ringside seat at the most spectacular battle ever waged. He had, because it was predicted by so many for so long, expected to watch his brother die at the hands of Michael and, for the longest time, it looked as though that's what was going to happen, Lucifer taking a beating from his brother. But, towards the end, something happened, what it was he didn't know to this day. Lucifer had rallied somehow, drawing strength then fighting back more fiercely than before, beating on Michael badly. In fact, Dean was sure that the heavenly faction had no chance of winning after that. Michael must have known it too from the look on his/Adam's face, but, just before Lucifer was about to deliver the killing blow to what looked like the other mortally wounded archangel, he backed off then banished his brother back to heaven. There was a dead silence for a long time after that where Dean held his breath, hoping against hope, that Michael, Raphael, someone would show up to finish Lucifer off. But it hadn't happened. Lucifer had won.

 

Smug beyond reason, Lucifer had let out a whoop of joy, grinning evilly, then summoned his most trustworthy minions to his side. For some reason, Dean was sure Sam had something to do with it, Lucifer healed him before resurrecting Bobby and Cas. Then they were whisked away to the opulent mansion in Sin City where Lucifer took up residence. They had been here for the past six months while the world went to shit around them. Slowly, but surely, the demons were taking control of everything bit by bit and chaos reigned supreme. And the three of them were stuck here, not able to do a damned thing.

 

Officially, they were prisoners, they all knew that, not able to leave the place. They had tried, several times, including covert escape attempts but all were thwarted. But it was strange... instead of beatings, death, torture, whatever, they were just dragged back then put in their rooms once more, nothing other than that. Sure, security was strengthened but that was all. When they asked all that was said it was Lucifer's orders, nothing more than that. Crowley, their 'handler', something Dean learned was humiliation and punishment for his trying to thwart Lucifer's plans, was certain that was just temporary as a way for Lucifer to play with him before he was killed, had said the orders, indeed, were directly from the head big, bad and nasty himself, stating they were to be kept comfortable and not to be injured in any way. The only thing the older Winchester brother could think of what it had something to do with Sam. Maybe his little brother was doing the best he could to keep those he cared about safe. At least that was the only thing Dean could think of. Bobby and Cas too had echoed his sentiment. Something in that made him feel good and hopeful that Sammy was alright but he wasn't going to count on it either.

 

Being the vessel of Lucifer had to be a nasty gig that dealt in things Dean didn't even want to think about. But Cas had told him that Sammy wouldn't degenerate like Nick had as Sam was Lucifer's true vessel. Dean was grateful for that but he didn't even want to contemplate how bad things were for his brother or what he had to experience being ridden by that evil son of a bitch. He just hoped, if there was an out to this mess, that Sam wouldn't be too fucked in the head before it was all said and done. Again, he wasn't going to count on it and was sure, if Lucifer did finally go the way of the dodo, that Sam would be a brain damaged, gibbering mess that would need constant care for the rest of his life.

 

Since being in this damned place, Dean had only seen his brother/Lucifer a couple times in passing. That was all though. No words had been exchanged, nothing. The only thing that even acknowledged his presence was the Prince of Lies throwing him a wicked evil smirk that looked completely out of place on his brother's handsome face. But there had been no more than that. To him, Sam had looked fine, not falling apart as Nick had after being ridden for so long, something that was a relief, but Dean still felt like shit knowing what was controlling his brother. In the end though, he was relieved to know that Sam was safe and doing as well as could be expected. He guessed that was about it as good as it was going to get on that end of things. All he could hope was that they could pull something out of their ass and find a way out of this damn nightmare but he wasn't counting on that either.

Sighing, he was pulled out of his deep, dark thoughts by a child's voice calling his name. Looking up, he actually gave a small smile, something that hadn't happened in days, when he saw Jesse Turner coming into the room carrying an armload of toys and games with him. Grinning a bit bigger, he sat up straighter then held a hand up for the young boy to slap him a high five. “Hey, Jesse! What are you doing, dude?”

 

Dumping what he was carrying on the table beside Dean, the boy returned the high five then waved at Bobby and Cas. “Oh, nothing. I was bored so mom and dad said, if I wanted, I could come find you guys and see if you wanted to do something.” Pointing to the games and such, he added, “I thought we could play or something. Mom made sure that I included things that she thought you guys would like.”

 

Though Dean was nervous around the young cambion or, as Cas had called him, the antichrist, this was still a child that did things kids did. Plus, it was a distraction from the mess going on around him. The three of them had discussed the child since realizing he was around and thought, maybe, if they did the right thing and treated him well he wouldn't go down the dark path set by Lucifer so quickly, if at all. Most of all, though, this was a kid surrounded by adults that were bored. Dean could understand that. Nodding, he looked through the pile of games then pulled out one and looked at it. “Sure, Jesse, I'm up for it.” Glancing over at Cas and Bobby, he asked, “You two want to play?”

 

Shooting the child a nervous, wary look, Bobby nodded then, scratching his beard, he said, “Sure, kiddo, we can do that. But what do you say to us teaching you something better, like poker?”

 

Grinning bigger, Jesse nodded enthusiastically then enthused, “Oh, yeah! I would love that!” Stopping, he glanced at Castiel then asked, somewhat timidly because of his prior interaction with the angel, “Would you like to play too?”

 

Castiel was torn about the child. This was something that was bound to become the ultimate evil at some point but now it was still a child. He now, with the greater understanding he had, could understand why Sam and Dean had been reluctant to just kill him. Along with that, he could understand why Dean didn't avoid the child now even though he was being influenced by Lucifer. His friend still had the optimism that the child's course could change. Though he could see the wisdom in that, he was less hopeful about such an outcome. But, as with everything now, he was willing to give it a chance. Glancing down at the little boy, he deadpanned, “You aren't going to turn me into an action figure again, are you?”

 

Knowing that was the angel's way of saying he would, Jesse grinned then replied, “Only if you don't try to kill me again!” Hurrying over to the table, the boy seated himself then grinned some more. “Alright! Let's play poker!”

 

Shaking his head, Dean grinned then grabbed a deck of cards before going over to the table. At least this would kill a few hours and, hopefully, provide a distraction from all the darkness looming over what was going on around them. Looking at the kid seated beside him, he asked, “How much do you know about poker?”

 

Grinning, Jesse answered, “Grownups like it and cool people play it, that's it!”

 

Hearing Bobby chortle, Dean grinned at the kid then said, “Well, that's true I guess. Looks like we're going to have to start at the beginning then!” Taking the cards out, the older Winchester began to shuffle them, slowly, starting explaining the basics of the game to the child, making sure to go slowly and not getting too complicated with what he was saying.

 

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Lying in the huge, comfortable bed on the top floor of the mansion Lucifer occupied, Sam was reluctant to open his eyes. Though it was late in the afternoon, something he could tell from the brightness of the light that shone through his eyelids, it was just the start of the day for him, well, the part of his body that wasn't controlled by Lucifer. But he wasn't ready to open his eyes to start it either. Sure, he knew 'his other half' knew he was up but he couldn't face it yet. Opening his eyes meant that he had to look in the mirrors that covered every inch of the walls and ceiling of the room. In doing that, he would see Lucifer. Well, not exactly Lucifer, more like what he knew as the image of Lucifer; that of his last vessel, Nick. That was, right now, something he couldn't handle yet. Each day since allowing himself to be possessed it became harder and harder to face the day and Lucifer. Giving an internal sigh, he wished he could go back to sleep for a couple weeks straight and not have to deal with what was going on but that wasn't going to happen.

 

The realism of the situation was that he was still Sam, very much so, but with another being living in his body. He could see, smell, hear, touch, feel, etc. just like he always had. It was just that Lucifer was in charge of everything now. Some of this he knew from talks with Cas in the past about his vessel then with Jimmy when Cas was gone but things were slightly different with Lucifer. Because of the sheer power contained in the archangel, things got slightly more complicated than they were for Cas. Yes, Lucifer could control everything, no matter what Sam did, but the more Sam cooperated and kept the body healthy, the more powerful Lucifer remained. Again, the archangel could, indeed, function just fine without Sam's cooperation but he didn't want to. It seemed that Morningstar wanted to keep his vessel in tip top shape at all times to maximize his power so that meant that Sam was to do all he normally did, like eat, exercise and all that. But, strangely, along with that came things like keeping the Sam part of the body happy. As it turned out, the more content Sam was, the more powerful the vessel was, something Lucifer wanted to maintain. To that end, the fallen angel made sure Sam stayed that way by ensuring he had things that were pleasing and activities he liked. Though it was odd, because there were two souls in the one body, they could do two things at once as long as it didn't involve complex movement. Usually, it consisted of Sam watching TV, using the computer or playing video games while Lucifer strategized, held meetings, went over what was going on, etc. For Sam, it was something that helped him keep his sanity, being able to focus on things besides the horror that was going on around him. The first few months, listening to and seeing what was going on, Sam was sick and sure that he was going to lose his mind but, going about things this way, he could at least deal with it. It wasn't the greatest and he felt like hell over all of it but he could deal.

 

Giving an internal shake of his head, once more Sam mentally berated himself for what was now going on. It was his fault, all of it. The plan had been a sound one and had almost succeeded at one point, when Lucifer had been beating on Dean, but the minute Michael had shown back up, Lucifer had seized all control, shoving Sam as far back as possible though he had fought the best he could to overpower the fallen angel then dump them both in the cage. He hadn't had another chance after that during the fight. It wasn't until it looked as though the prediction that Michael would win was going to come to pass that things changed. When Lucifer was down and almost out, he proposed a deal with Sam to give him the edge he would need to win. For Sam's cooperation and throwing himself fully in with the fallen angel, Lucifer would bring back Bobby and Cas, heal Dean then make sure that the three of them were protected, kept safe and unharmed. Though Sam had been more than willing to die to end the thing and rid the world of the evil that walked it, he had said yes. Dean meant more to him than anything in the world. Bobby and Cas were also as close as family to him. He couldn't just let them die like that. So, after some debate and quick negotiations, he had thrown himself fully behind Lucifer with the caveat that Michael was to live. It had been his thought that it would buy time for him to either take back the body and toss them in the cage or for Michael to recoup then come back for the second round. Either way, it was a chance to stop what was going on. Of course, Lucifer had won and the real nightmare had started. Since then, Sam had regretted that choice every waking minute though Lucifer had kept his word to him.

 

If it wasn't for the fact that the whole world was being overrun with demons and Lucifer pulling the strings, life, really, wouldn't have been bad. Sam, as he found out quickly, wasn't abused, shoved back or tortured by the fallen angel. Because it gave Lucifer more power, he was actually treated quite well. Nor did Lucifer lose his temper with him when they argued. In fact, if he had to compare the relationship to something, Lucifer treated him like a lover of some kind, being gentle and soothing when he was upset. It was a strange thing that he didn't know how to deal with, honestly. But it didn't help with the guilt and other feelings he was dealing with. More than anything right now, he just wanted to die. Each day was a struggle to keep going no matter how easy Lucifer had made life for him. He spent most of his time just hoping that he would go to sleep and never wake up since he knew that there was no chance to even attempt to commit suicide, that would be stopped before he could even try it. The worst part was that Lucifer could hears his thoughts, including these, and would try to fix things and make him happy, something that made it to where he felt invaded more than the mere possession made him feel. There was also no shielding them from the extra soul he hosted. But, really, he didn't care what Lucifer knew anymore, he had pretty much just given up, wanting to never leave the room and waste away to nothing.

 

Wallowing, Sam was pulled out of it by a soft sound that was, in all realism, in his head but sounded like it was being spoken in his ear and a hand stroking down his abs in a gentle way. With a deep, dejected sigh, he knew that he was going to be forced out of his wallowing and into the world by the other being that inhabited his body. Refusing to open his eyes and look in the mirrors, he just stiffened and curled up more tightly, feeling morose.

 

“Open your eyes and look at me, Sam,” Lucifer whispered to his vessel, pressing tighter to him, holding him close, well what passed as that anyway.

 

Knowing by now that he couldn't ignore the fallen angel long, Sam didn't have the strength to fight him so he opened his eyes and looked in the mirrored wall that was facing the bed. There, as usual, he could see the other being inside him. Lucifer was curled up to his back, arm draped over his midsection, holding him, head resting against his. Though Sam didn't know how Lucifer did it, that was something that the archangel refused to explain since it would probably give him an advantage and way to get him out of his body, he could feel himself being held closely as the other soul in his body tried to soothe him. This happened a lot anymore with how upset he was. He imagined that it had to do with Lucifer losing power if he sank into a deep depression but wasn't sure. The knowing thoughts only worked on Lucifer's end of things, not Sam's, so he was generally clueless as to what the fallen angel thought most times. Lifting his eyes, he looked into Lucifer's in the mirror and waited to see what would come next.

Smiling at his vessel, the fallen angel stroked his hair softly, trying to comfort him. The conflict that his host was going through was something that he could feel clearly and was disturbing to him. It was best that he soothe Sam before it grew worse. He didn't like feeling the things Sam did when they were less than pleasant. Nor was it conducive to something he seriously hoped to accomplish in the near future. To have that happen, he needed his vessel to be in top form in all ways. Physically Sam was fine, it was the emotional and mental end that were the issue right now, something he was trying, but failing, to accomplish. So, it was time to go with what he knew worked and add something to it he was positive would work. Still stroking Sam's hair, he murmured softly, trying to be a calming presence, “There is no sense in fretting over what you can't change, Sam. Despite what you think, you did the right thing. Tying yourself in knots and angsting over past decisions won't change things. Just calm down and try to relax.”

 

Snorting, Sam said nothing, shutting his eyes once more. Lucifer would get his way, he always did, though never through force or pain. Just... it felt better to fight it the best he could for as long as possible. It made it as though he felt like he was doing something to stop it even though it was worthless.

 

Having dealt with this a lot in the last six months, Lucifer was well acquainted with Sam's stubbornness over things and his mild forms of rebellion. Though it made him mentally roll his eyes and never did any good, he had learned to work with. As the problem was growing worse, becoming more common with each passing day, Lucifer decided it was time to take another step to keep his vessel happy. “Let's make another deal, Sam. Tell me what you want that would make you feel better. We'll negotiate from there.” Honestly, Lucifer already knew what his vessel was going to ask him and was planning to give it to him. He just wanted Sam to say it aloud was all. He would then work with it from there.

 

Without thinking about it, Sam opened his eyes then locked them with Lucifer's through the mirror and said, “I want to see Dean.” Up until now, though he knew his brother was in the house, he hadn't seen him for more than a few brief moments from afar. More than anything he wanted to spend some time talking with his brother. Though it wouldn't cure everything that was wrong with him, it would make him feel better.

 

Grinning arrogantly, Lucifer patted himself on the back for being right then, clearing his throat, he replied in a soothing voice, “Alright, I will consent to letting you and Dean spend a couple hours together tonight IF you get up then take care of your needs, including eating a good meal. I have some things to attend to first but after I'm done I'll have your brother brought up here so you can spend some time together.”

 

“I agree,” Sam said before even thinking about it. The chance to see and talk to Dean after all these months was something that he wanted more than anything and to get it he would do most anything Lucifer wanted.



Nodding, pleased with himself, Lucifer said, patting Sam on the back, “Let's get moving then. The faster we get done, the faster you can see him.”

 

Without any hesitation, Sam was up and out of bed, heading towards the shower in record time.

 

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A.N.- A couple notes: I will be explaining later on how and why Lucifer can touch Sam. I'm not just pulling it out of thin air, I promise! Second; the mirror thing was used in the series so I'm going with that and will use it to do what I need to. I know it's strange but it will make sense as time goes on.

 

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Danyealle

 

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