maskormenace | 001 First Trial [Video/action]

[He's still disoriented and sick when the jeep drops him off in front of what is apparently his new house and Sam isn't sure if he's hallucinating or not but it seriously looks like the damned thing is hovering and not driving. Which shouldn't be possible, but in the span of the last few hours, his entire world has been ripped away and turned on it's ear.

Heropa needs you, Mr. Winchester. America needs you.

Sam had tried, in vain, to explain to them that giving him powers was a monumentally bad idea, but no one seemed to listen to his protests as he was shuttled to and fro and had a file shoved under his nose.

His head is spinning, his legs feel like they're about to give out and it's a damned good thing there's a bench nearby because it would have been that or simply faceplant on the concrete and he's pretty sure heroes don't pass out.

So he flips on the device he'd been handed, giving Heropa a good look at a very pale, very worn down looking young man.] Hey, so I've already been given the basics but not the why. Why us? Why powers?

[Wearily he scrubs at his face before deciding to backtrack.] Let me guess, no one knows that either. Okay. So how about something more basic? Like is there a hospital or healer around here? I don't think they really need a hero that's going to pass out after climbing a flight of freaking stairs.

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Sammy, Sammy. [ He side-eyed him through the video footage. ]Are you asking me to shut up, or telling me to shut up?

Because you know, if I am all in your head, then you just have to be talking to yourself, don't you, and that would be--what do they call it? The first sign of impending madness.

Not that there was much hope for you not being crazy, when you think about it.

Still managed to kick your ass and send you back. [Because now he's just angry enough to engage even though he really shouldn't be. Lucifer isn't real. He isn't real because he's in the cage and this is just some kind of misfire in his brain since Cas broke the damned wall in his head.]

And you're not getting out again.

Oh yes, all that asskicking. You should run me through the video montage of that some time. Remind me of the gory details. I do like gory details.

[ He cocks his head. It's so very nice to get Sam so angry as this. It's going to be wonderful once he has the chance to track him down and get into his space. Make his life Hell, too. Or remind him of it. ]

I suppose Dean approves of you hallucinating me [ Jump to conclusions: ] again.

He knew about it back home. He.. [His voice falters and he works the scar on his palm absently. Will he tell Dean again? Maybe. But he doesn't want his brother to worry.]

It doesn't matter. You're not really here. You can't be.

You can't be. [And that's the crux of it, right? Because if Lucifer is really here, if he was pulled from Hell so easily? Then what was the point of his sacrifice? The torture he'd endured in Hell?]

[ Dean knew about it. Well, of course he did. And he wouldn't have liked it much, now, would he? It'd have been rough on him. Oh, it's wonderful. Send a little piece of himself along, dug into Sam's brain, his own little piece of Hell. What better torture than that? ]

Then switch me off, Sammy boy. If I'm not real then go ahead, pull the switch.

[ Because it would kill him later to know that he'd hung up on the real Lucifer. ]

[For a beat, Sam is tempted to do the opposite, to leave it on just to prove a point. But Dean is coming and he can't tell him that he's hallucinating on top of everything else that seems to be going wrong.

His hands are shaking, fingertips white with frost as he switches the device off. Because Lucifer really isn't there. He can't be.]