Broken Crown || Sam Winchester

Chapter 1

Cold. Cold metal. That's the very first thing that Sam noticed when he woke up. The iron, it felt like, chilled his cheek. Where was he?

Oh. That's right.

Gradually, he looked up and into his surroundings. The familiar overlapping bars, the familiar humidity, the familiar heat. He got to his knees, and wiped the blood that had dried on his nose off with his shirt. The same shirt he had been wearing for a month down here, which, in reality, was a mere couple of days back up top.

Both Lucifer and Michael were nowhere in sight.

When Sam finally managed to get to his feet, everything ached. Even his mind-- the memory of Dean, no, Lucifer, saying those things bounced around in his memory. Not only that, but it brought back flashbacks to before he killed Lilith. Dean telling him he was a monster over the phone of all things, and them two fighting each other. He shuddered at the thought. The guilt of starting the apocalypse weighed on him, which resulted of him deciding to throw himself back into the pit with Lucifer. Just knowing he let Dean down crushed him, and he couldn't bear the thought of doing it again. These were his consequences, and he had to deal with them.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his right shoulder. It sent chills through his spine, and he instinctively turned, ready to punch whoever was intruding upon his space. It was Michael. Swiftly, he swung, but Michael disappeared into thin air, laughing. 

"Oh come on. Really?" Sam chanted bravely. "You coward!" He was angry, and he put all of his might into his words. "Fight me! Hell, just kill me already!"

"Oh, Sam," Michael responded with a false sadness in his voice. "You're already dead. And if you mean by putting you out of your misery like a sick dog, then that'd just be too easy!"

"Brother," came a wispy voice from behind. "I do believe it's my turn."

Michael turned, just in time to see Lucifer. "Sorry, Luci, he's mine today," he snarled.

Before any more dialogue could be exchanged, Michael went for the feet. Lucifer went for the head, and Sam just backed up to the corner of the cage. It was best to let them settle their disputes themselves. Ultimately, Michael came out on top. By this point, is was pretty obvious that he was the more powerful of the two.

"Oh well," Lucifer panted. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, bunk buddy." He winked at Sam, and then was gone in less than a second.

"Mmm. What should we do today?" Michael pondered.

"How about you go to Hell?" Sam retorted.

"Look around us! We're already there!"

"Go further into Hell, then. The deepest, most darkest place that a dick like you could travel."

"But I like it here."

"Suck it up, you bitch."

"Name calling? Really? Even I could do better than 'bitch'."

"Give me your best shot."

"Oh darlin', we've got plenty of time for that." Michael grinned a sly smile, and took another step forward.

Then, before either one of them could process what was happening, a bright light filled the musty chamber. A strange look came across Michael's features. Fear. Something that had not been seen in a very long time. Perhaps, ever.

"No!" Michael boasted. "You can't do this!" Sam looked at him oddly. Did he know what was happening? Of course he did. What didn't he know?

"Do what?" Sam sputtered, shielding his eyes from the light. Suddenly, a raspy voice filled the chamber. 'It's your lucky day, kid,' it whispered. Everything was a blur after that, and in a few seconds, everything went black.