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Sam had never wanted to end up as Lucifer’s meatsuit. But that was what happened. It was the only way to stop the apocalypse and Sam had to fight to get control so that he could later throw himself into the Cage. Sam knew it had to be soon because the angels had already convinced Adam to say yes to Michael and if he didn’t get control soon there would be no humans left to save. Right now, it was not going too well and Lucifer was making him wear a white suit, like what Dean had said that he had been wearing in the potential future of 2014. Sam knew that he had to fight so that he did not live the rest of his days locked in the back of his head like that Sam.
In all honesty, Sam was scared. He really was, but he remembered what Elle told him she did when she was scared. She had told him and Matt that she wore her suits in varying shades of pink because it displayed her identity and put her stamp on the case. Pink was her confidence color. Well if there was ever a time that Sam needed confidence, it was now.
Sam quieted his mind and focused on grabbing some of Lucifer’s power, but only enough for what he wanted to do. As he was meditating, Sam vaguely registered that Lucifer was giving demons orders on how to deal with the angels that were going to be coming to Earth soon. After what could have been hours or seconds, Sam was ready. He grabbed a small bit of Lucifer’s power and channeled his will toward what he wanted. Sam grinned victoriously when he saw the change, but because the foothold Sam had was so small, Lucifer didn’t notice.
Sam slowly gained a better grip on Lucifer’s power. At this point, Sam noticed that he was talking to Michael, who had control of Adam’s body, and Dean in a graveyard. It was clear Michael and Dean were too busy trying to end the world or stop the end of the world to notice the change that Sam had made.
“Hey, assbutt!”
Sam and Lucifer turned around just as Michael was set ablaze. Sam used the surprise to grab an even bigger increment of Lucifer’s power, but he couldn’t stop him from killing Cas or Bobby, even though that shot in his leg hurt like a bitch and helped him shake off Lucifer a bit more. Sam almost had control of his body, he just needed a little more.
Luckily, it was at that moment Dean fully registered what Lucifer was wearing and started to cackle, a manic, hysterical, last ditch cackle, filled with grief, exhaustion, and mirth. Dean wheezed until he was bent over, his hand on his knees. Lucifer was clearly baffled by Dean’s reaction, given that he had just killed Cas and Bobby and that Dean had been so intent on his last ditch effort to get through to Sam five seconds ago.
Dean finally managed to catch his breath and asked, “What are you wearing?”
Lucifer looked down and was shocked. Sam was incredibly proud that he had managed this trick. The white suit that Lucifer had replaced his comfortable jackets and flannels with was gone. Sam was back in his usual wardrobe, but this time each piece of clothing was in a different shade of pink. Each time Sam had gotten a tighter grip on his own body again, he had made the shade of pink even brighter. The last color change he’d made was probably the one that caught Dean’s attention because he had made his outer jacket the most garish, sparkly, neon pink that he could think of.
Lucifer growled in anger as he realized what Sam had been doing, “Sam—”
Lucifer didn’t get any further as Sam wrested and threw him to the back of his mind. Suddenly, Sam was in control again.
“Dean.” Sam gasped with great effort before Lucifer grabbed control again and slammed Dean into the Impala.
Sam wasn’t giving up yet. As he saw the army man stuck in the air vent, Sam remembered everyone he was fighting for. Dean, Bobby, Cas, Matt, Elle, Emmett, Frank, Foggy, and Karen. Sam remembered all of his life, every moment that Dean had raised him led to this. Sam summoned his strength, and mentally curb-stomped Lucifer to the back of his brain.
Sam looked at Dean, who was beaten and bloody and said, “I’ve got him Dean. I’ve got him.”
Dean had so much agony in his eyes, but still, he threw the rings down and the portal opened. Sam was about to step into it, when Michael reappeared out of nowhere. Sam didn’t hesitate as Michael screamed about something, Sam was too focused on tackling him into the cage. Sam couldn’t see anything as he fell into the cage, but he knew he could face it, in his garish, sparkly neon pink flannel.