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Triptych by monsterq, Люцифер/Сэм, Дин х Сэм.
Это настолько ИМЕННО ТО, ЧЕГО Я ХОТЕЛА - и по духу, и по форме - как будто автор писал специально для меня.
Три главы о том, что было в Клетке, и о том, как это изменило Сэма навсегда.
А также о том, что осталось неизменным.

It all gets kind of fuzzy after that. There are things that aren’t supposed to happen to a human body, but Sam doesn’t have a human body anymore, so maybe that’s okay. Lucifer is going to do what he’s going to do. And sometimes, after the crunch of bone, he strokes Sam’s skin and tells him he’s good. Sometimes, in the middle of sucking out the juices, he pets Sam and says, “Hush, sweetheart, it’s just you and me, and you’re exactly what I need.” And somewhere in the mangled tissue of his soul, Sam feels good. Warm.
(Unusual heat is a common symptom of infection.)
And sometimes there’s screaming and begging and swamping terror and choking anguish and the need is inside him and the need is for the end and Sam can’t stop fighting and Sam can’t stop pleading and Sam doesn’t want, doesn’t want, doesn’t want, doesn’t want, doesn’t want—
The loop takes him for a while, his mind rattling around it and banging off the sides, and he can’t get out by himself. He never can. Only Lucifer has the key, a technique he’s taught Sam and now teaches him again. You take the thought, the mind, and hold it underwater until the bubbles stop coming up.
A person can drown in only a few inches of water, if the circumstances are right. You really don’t need much.

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