SAMIFER AU: She came to him. As an innocent touch playing along Sam’s spine and reassuring whispers. Promises that became insults leaving sores in their wake, gentle fingers now turned to claws, hooking into his ribs from the inside until the burn of bile is bubbling up his throat and spilling out into the sink. The sensation of hundreds of teasing insect legs crawl under Sam’s skin and he can’t help but scratch, urged on by the hiss telling him to just dig a little deeper, even as his nails draw blood and the encouragements in his head die on her laugh.
One night though Sam dreams he’s standing outside of a door hidden away in a city’s decay and neon lights. On the other side is a kneeling man, the cross around his neck pressed to his lips as the repetition of a prayer seemingly comes from the room itself. But there’s something else underneath the noise, steadily growing louder until it’s all that can be heard. A scream that startles him awake. A name: LUCIFER MILTON.
He's a former exorcist and disgraced priest, Sam discovers, pulling up Lucifer’s last known address. But the man behind the door this time barely resembles the one from the dream. Unkempt and hollow in appearance, using a different name. And refusing to help. Lucifer (or Nick) is almost angry as he tells him go, mocking Sam's belief that this was all a message from God.
“God doesn’t care about you or anyone else. Trust me, it’s not Him.”
He was correct in that at least.
The image of Sam knocks on Lucifer’s door once more only days later, but it’s not hope he’s searching for now.
It’s a voice not Sam’s own that greets Lucifer. A slow drag that sounds more like the echoing growls of numerous beings as it passes his lips. “Did you miss us? We’ve missed you.” Then the demon is within inches of his face, the sudden motion bringing with it an acidic smell Lucifer remembers well. Its eyes black, empty, as it smiles and says, “He's screaming in here, you know. Screaming for you.”