[Lucifer's chiding was quick and without compassion--it wasn't as if Sam could argue, not when Lucifer was barely permitting him enough air to keep conscious. He was silent for a second, two, and simply stared at Sam. His gaze was unforgiving and predatory and the longer he held it locked on Sam the colder his fingers became. By the time he continued speaking, Nick's hand was just below the freezing point.]
You really don't need to say anything, Sam. I mean, what could you really say, here, anyway?
[Lucifer leaned in close. He didn't bother with blinking.]
You could tell me you're sorry but, well, we'd both know that was a lie.
[And it would be, of course. That was, when you got right down to it, the major reason he was angry with Sam. Sam knew that was one of Lucifer's greatest...concerns, that specific situation, and he'd all but orchestrated it, insofar as he had agency to orchestrate anything. It was infuriating and Lucifer's grip tightened on Sam's neck, like a vice, and he dragged the Winchester up, against the wall, until he was off the ground and dangling.
How easy it would be to snap his neck. So little effort for such satisfaction.]
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[Lucifer's chiding was quick and without compassion--it wasn't as if Sam could argue, not when Lucifer was barely permitting him enough air to keep conscious. He was silent for a second, two, and simply stared at Sam. His gaze was unforgiving and predatory and the longer he held it locked on Sam the colder his fingers became. By the time he continued speaking, Nick's hand was just below the freezing point.]
You really don't need to say anything, Sam. I mean, what could you really say, here, anyway?
[Lucifer leaned in close. He didn't bother with blinking.]
You could tell me you're sorry but, well, we'd both know that was a lie.
[And it would be, of course. That was, when you got right down to it, the major reason he was angry with Sam. Sam knew that was one of Lucifer's greatest...concerns, that specific situation, and he'd all but orchestrated it, insofar as he had agency to orchestrate anything. It was infuriating and Lucifer's grip tightened on Sam's neck, like a vice, and he dragged the Winchester up, against the wall, until he was off the ground and dangling.
How easy it would be to snap his neck. So little effort for such satisfaction.]