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Nick after Lucifer's death.

Messy sketch mostly drawn out of emotional signals. Maybe it was done by Alternative Michael as the ultimate torture for Luci, maybe the broken-hearted vessel was found too dangerous to let go and too pretty to waste.

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Besides… if Dean didn't go around acting like he owns Sam and has to put his soul back in (Sam fell into the Cage knowing what would happen to him and willing to go through with it anyway) Soulless Sam wouldn't even have to try kill Bobby. He only did that to try and make sure his autonomy won't be ripped away from him AGAIN. Like he told Bobby: I'm just trying to survive.

Dean tried to treat Soulless Sam like Sam with his soul intact and Soulless Sam just won't be played with like that.

Oh Sam Winchester they could never make me hate you.

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Galaxy Skin // vent art

Sometimes Lucifer decides that Sam's bruises have been healing too well, so he takes it upon himself to tie Sam down and freshen them up. By the time he's done Sam is either a drooling, dissociated mess, or his conditioning wins.

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Random thing I decided to draw on stream

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The Archangels playing Mario Party.

(I love NorthernLion)

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got lazy with a redraw so this is all you get.

Hell!Sam also known as Cage Sam.

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I can't believe people give shit to Soulless Sam for his behavior towards Dean. He never risked Dean life on purpose unless he knew he could pull him through it. Oh no, he let Dean get turned to a vampire? Oh no, he laughed when Meg sat on Dean's lap?

He was just treating Dean the way he's been treated his whole life by his older brother. MINUS the physical and verbal abuse. Dean always talked shit about how unstable Sam is and called him a freak again and again, well. Eat up your slice of humble pie this is how bad Sam can REALLY get.

And to put things in perspective? When other people turned Soulless they killed people in cold blood and turned into straight up criminals. Soulless Sam killed innocent people but never unprompted and without a reason.

Also about the Meg stuff - when you don't have a soul so you can't be traumatized yeah. It's funny to see the demon who sexually abused you straddle your brother making jokes. Like "Wow sexually assaulting me wasn't enough she's going for Dean as well, props for the dedication to the bit".

Sam had his body, mind, and soul violated time and time again by pretty much everyone including Dean so I'm pretty sure that guy doesn't get to complain. Not after the blaming a struggling alcoholic and blood junkie that was violated by a Knight of Hell as an infant and then went on to be abused, manipulated, and controlled by everyone in his life. Tricking Sam into saying Yes to Gadreel after the traumatizing events he went through with Castiel and Lucifer, the sabotaging text about Amelia, blaming Sam for respecting his promise to Dean instead of violating their agreement just because he's so used to never giving a shit about what Sam asked for him - those things are way fucking worse than anything Soulless Sam ever did to him.

And before anyone comes for me, I'm not a Dean hater. I sure sound like one right now because I'm just generally extremely upset about this topic.

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hey guys will i get into copyright issues if i change my legal name to sam winchester

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New Series is up. Warnings below.

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Violated by his grace

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Has this been done yet

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SLAM!

Sam's two fists jolted up at the sound. He'd expected it yet it still made his right eardrum vibrate with discomfort. A front tooth sank itself into his bottom lip, a sniffle following as he turned around to stare at the motel's door. The distinct sound of keys turning and the lock rustling made the younger Winchester take a step forward and bash the side of his fist against the wood.

"Don't lock me in! DEAN!!" He barked, but his voice lacked malice. Sam listened to the deafening silence only accompanied by the impala's engine revving into life outside. It wasn't like Sam couldn't leave if he truly wanted. Lockpick the door, slip out the window. It was the principle, the wordless message behind the action.

Another sniffle, followed by an uneasy shift of weight from one hip to another. Sam tried to blink away the hurt from his eyes before turning towards his bed, ignoring the devil that lounged in it. He was used to it already, to Lucifer watching their fights, leaving unnecessary commentary. Making things worse. Always, he made it worse. Two centuries together in the Cage made it so Sam and Lucifer have learned to read and know each other.

Lucifer knew everything. And Sam... as well. Perhaps that was which made it all the more agonizing. His very own tormentor and violator had known more about him than Dean ever will. Sam understood and related to Satan more than he could his own brother. And Lucifer made sure to rub it in every time the two fought.

Sam sat down on the bed, elbows digging into his lap as fingers dug into his hair instead. A third sniffle escaped him. Louder. Wetter. And a shaken exhaled followed as he watched his eyesight turn wavy and blurred. He didn't even flinch when he felt Lucifer's cold palm rest itself between his shoulder blades. What remained from his broken, peeled nails tried to dig itself into his scalp with a growing desperation for relief.

Lucifer straightened up from his previously casual position, sliding his feet off the bed so he could assume a seated posture mirroring Sam's. His head cocked to the side, a faint smirk appearing on his lips. He watched as Sam's fingers gradually clenched and tug at his brown locks.

"Let it out, Sammy."

Those words, spoken so softly, in a hushed tone almost caring, almost pleading. It was like a command that reached for his soul and tore at the strings of his heart. It was like... the sympathy of a lover. And that made everything so much worse. Sam's fingers let go of his hair only to slap themselves to the sides of his head, the younger Winchester's body hunching forward and curling until chest touched lap and a bellow of despair thundered the motel room.

Sam's eyes squeezed shut as his agonized scream turned to a series of higher-pitched sobs, his face turning hot and wet with snot and tears as he lost all control of himself. He could feel Lucifer's palm gently rubbing his back, every few cycles his thumb would linger and drag itself up his spine for some pressure and reassurance. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't bear to process any of this. The inhuman monster that shattered what was left of his already broken mind was offering him a safe place to cry as well as physical comfort... and his brother, his own blood, his hero, his savior - he locked him away and abandoned him.

Time and time again...

The first thing Sam did when he straightened from his fetal position is to sharply turn towards Lucifer. His abused fingers found solace in the archangel's shirt, but then they quickly shifted back. To dig and drag down the devil's back, pulling Lucifer forward until Sam's face was buried in the other's chest.

"What did he take me out the Cage for..?" Sam finally managed to whimper. "How is this any different?? No matter where I am, no matter where I'll go, I'm always a prisoner to someone!" He missed it, in a fucked up way. He missed when he was Lucifer's plaything in Hell, when his life was nothing but torture, because it was certain and consistent. It was clear that the devil cared none for him, that he found pleasure in his anguish. The Cage was real. Hell was real. Lucifer... was real. But this? Were things with Dean really getting this much worse? Was what all that's left of his family losing the last of his trust in him?

"I just wanted to be good... I wanted to be enough..."

"You try oh so hard to keep your struggles to yourself." Lucifer nodded, his palm finding itself on Sam's head. The archangel gave it a single stroke, his fingers instead reach to play with Sam's hair. "You're very good at keeping your whore mouth shut yet he fishes and pries it out of you. Says it's like pulling teeth, but when you open up it's never right either." Lucifer hummed, fingers drumming gently on the Winchester's skull. "How many times now did he tell you to just get over it, or worse. How many times now did he get that look in his eyes, the glint of realization that your mind's beyond repair. That while his baby brother's flesh can be sheltered, what's inside have long since been lost."

Lucifer's smile stretched when Sam's body trembled violently against his chest, the sobs renewing themselves. They both knew he was right. Sam will never be himself again, the things that were done to him would have left any other person in a vegetative state, incapable of recognizing the world around them. The fact that Sam was capable of somewhat functioning was a testament to his strength, but that's where the miracle ended. He would remain capable of feeding and clothing himself, brushing his own teeth, showering on his own, driving the impala. But no matter where he'll go his scars will follow.

Branches in the window at night replaced by chains and hooks. Children's laughter in the distance now echo his screams in the thunder skies of Hell. Even his brother's presence forever tainted by the illusions that Lucifer cast on him in the Cage.

As Sam gasped for air, choking on thick snot in the back of his throat he clenched his teeth together and almost tore through Lucifer's shirt in his grasp. "He just wants his old Sammy back..." His voice strained, the words too painful to utter. Each syllable like a shiv in his heart.

"His old Sammy..." Lucifer repeated, as if deep in thought. "The brat that would sometimes disobey him, but was still relatively easy to control. You weren't so fucked up in the head back then. Now you're a crybaby, an emotional wreck... He can't trust you on your own, more so than usual." He clicked his tongue, Lucifer's tone almost sympathetic if it weren't for the words coming out his mouth. "A demented, insane fucking slut. A mockery of what his baby brother used to be."

Sam's brows arched, his forehead bashing itself against Lucifer's chest gently as he heaved. He felt like vomiting. It's exactly what would cross his mind when Dean would give him a disgruntled glare. Sam felt like a burden, like his trauma was just too much. Disgusting, shameful, too broken even for Dean to love anymore. Like all he wished for is to find the fast forward button to when Sam would finish his breakdown and go numb. Functional. So he could at least try to pretend that things were mostly normal.

"He doesn't care for me... he only cares for the Sam he expects me to be..." The despair and agony swirled in his belly, Sam sniffling once more only to gag at the sensation. "All he sees is a killer... I failed his Sammy, I let him die, I KILLED HIM!" He shrieked, stuffing his face in Lucifer's shirt until his nose hurt and threatened to break. "I killed the Sam he knew and left him with the pieces. No wonder he barely lets me on my own. No wonder he doesn't trust me with Sammy's body anymore..."

No wonder... he hates me.

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If you know what the soundtrack is from you're my sibling now and I don't make the rules.

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Full version on Youtube and Tiktok

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You can tell what season of Supernatural you're on by the length of Dean's lashes