Inspired by this post by @sweet-sammy-kisses, added to by @spangelbanger. Sully visits Sam in the cage to wait with him for Dean. 1,100 words. Mentions of torture (not graphic).
He thinks it’s a hallucination at first. It feels like it’s been a week in the makeshift cage, long enough that Lucifer’s sing-song monologue has become a poison comfort. Sam spends hours in flashbacks of flame and blood, so when a crude joke or hot breath on his cheek drags him from the nightmares, he’s almost thankful.
This is different. The weight of the air and the feel of the bars against his hands are different. Through the gaps, he can see the abandoned vials and dry bones in the dust. He’s not in the Cage. He’s in a cage, and he has to say no, keep saying it.
Sam starts talking to himself, just to remind himself why, and at some point he begins to hear voices–Dean’s voice calling to him in the distance, then Castiel’s, even though he knows they’re not here.
That’s why he’s sure he’s hallucinating when a warm hand settles on his cheek and lifts his chin. He looks up into eyes wet with tears under close-cropped dirty-blond hair and sighs.
“Sully,” he informs the man. “You’re not real.”
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