[ The first real breath he took wasn't as refreshing as one would think, harsh as the cold air suddenly filled his empty lungs. But it was air and Sam finds himself on his feet, albeit stumbling and he's leaning against the house for support. Lucifer could have--seemed like he was going to simply crush Sam's windpipe and leave it there, finished. Or as finished as these sorts of places could leave something, which is really what brings them to their current predicament...
They're at a standstill. Whatever awkward, ulterior motives had given rise to the sort of agreement they shared was shattered the moment Michael brought them all together. Sam rubs his neck, weary and legitimately afraid.
All those people he named...some of them were now here. In Haven. Lucifer could easily pick them off one by one to exact a revenge befitting a jilted devil. Lucifer had trusted Sam to some degree, and Sam had trusted Lucifer to keep his word. He just never expected it to end like this. ]
...Just kill me.
[ Their agreement had been what everything was riding on. He'd though Michael was the trump card. He never expected the archangel to tear Lucifer apart piece by piece just to prove a point. ]
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They're at a standstill. Whatever awkward, ulterior motives had given rise to the sort of agreement they shared was shattered the moment Michael brought them all together. Sam rubs his neck, weary and legitimately afraid.
All those people he named...some of them were now here. In Haven. Lucifer could easily pick them off one by one to exact a revenge befitting a jilted devil. Lucifer had trusted Sam to some degree, and Sam had trusted Lucifer to keep his word. He just never expected it to end like this. ]
...Just kill me.
[ Their agreement had been what everything was riding on. He'd though Michael was the trump card. He never expected the archangel to tear Lucifer apart piece by piece just to prove a point. ]
Get it over with.