Pairing: Sam Winchester/Nick
Characters: Sam Winchester, Nick, Dean Winchester, Castiel, OFC.
Rating: Explicit
(this chapter: G)
Warnings: Trauma, PTSD, Child Abuse, Past Torture, Past Rape/Non-con (this chapter is pretty light)
(Special thanks to @sahwen for giving Nick a very fitting last name!)
He didn’t tell Dean just how hard these last few months had been, it had been more than just a little. Yet he didn’t want to bother his older brother with it. It wasn’t like this whole Lucifer business didn’t affecting his brother as well. He hadn’t been through what Sam had with the angel, didn’t know Lucifer like he did but Dean had Alistair running rampant once so he knew he would understand. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell his brother, Dean had enough to deal with himself, with mom especially. Or perhaps part of him didn’t want to say anything because he knew Lucifer to well, yet nothing that would make his capture easier. It was all useless, unfair, how he hardly held any advantage over the Archangel even after all their time “together” as the angel might say.
It was such a funny thought, that other than a few angels and God himself he was probably the one who knew the fallen angel better than anyone.
The only good thing to take away from Lucifer running rampant and jumping from vessel to vessel was that at least the Angel didn’t pursue him anymore. Perhaps it was a bit selfish but knowing that he was probably the only person that could hold the fallen angel permanently. He’d given the Devil a clear message a while ago: he would never let Lucifer possess him again. Since then the angel had given up on him. So perhaps he did have one advantage over Lucifer, his only one. He wished it made him feel less afraid knowing he actually had something, anything to hold against the person who once took everything from him. But no, even that didn’t give him power, because now Lucifer had burned through perhaps a dusin vessels not pursuing him, and in a way he was responsible for that to.
They hadn’t heard anything about the angel since he jumped out of Vince. And while he felt concern about not knowing he also felt relief. The Angel was the last person in existence that he wanted to see, that he wanted ANYTHING to do with every again. He wasn’t looking forward to the time where they would have to face him again. Honestly stepping outside the bunker now carried such a heaviness to it, he could never relax, not as long as he knew Lucifer was still out there somewhere.
He’s found himself wandering the bunker looking for scraps of knowledge to memorize, anything to keep Lucifer out of his mind.
Pretty hard when the Angel was their main priority and when he kept hearing about yet another failed possession, the Angel burning yet another human looking for a suitable vessel after Vincent.
Vince
Of course Lucifer had decided to possess one of his idols. A good old “fuck you” directed at him, it was no coincidence. Lucifer had been in his head, in the bunker and in his room. He knew him inside out and that was a vulnerability the Angel would always hold over him. The only thing of comfort as of late was that at least he was free from the visions and The Devil’s whispers in his head, or at least the ones sent by the Devil himself. His mind would still conjure up nightmares and hallucinations echoes of his broken soul but it was nothing compared to how it’d been before. But with Lucifer back and roaming the earth his mind had been in a fragile state, unknown to Dean And Cas but at least he had it under control.
Severed Strings – part 1
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