PSL for castfromhome

[nothisvessel]

This was bad. This was insanely bad. Seriously, they were about to die and Sam knew there was absolutely nothing they could do about it. He looked over at Dean, the fear he knew that was in his own expression also mirrored in his brother's. He took a breath, shifting, bracing himself as he waited for that cloud of Darkness to bowl over them, prepared for the absolute worst.

Dean was freaking out next to him, scrambling, still trying to get the Impala to move, but he finally accepted that they were irrevocably stuck and that something terrible was seriously about to happen to them both. After a moment he reached over, grabbing Sam's arm. "Sammy, just hold on!" He shouted before screwing his eyes shut and waiting.

Sam ended up doing the same, eyes squeezed so tightly shut, scared about what was going to happen. And then nothing. The Darkness should have been on them by then, should have covered the car and done...well whatever it was going to do, but nothing was happening. So carefully, Sam opened his eyes to look.

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[castfromhome]

Time moves strangely in Hell, slower than it does in the mortal world. Lucifer felt the magic being invoked, eldritch power that was enough to make all of Hell fall silent for a beat before voices screamed in unison.

The Darkness has come!

Like a thunderbolt the power slammed into him, peeling away millennia of the influence of the Mark and what it kept hidden. Purifying him once more.

"Dean!" Even in the Cage he can hear Sam. Wings flare and in an explosion of power he makes for the source.

As the boiling waves of dark cascade towards the crippled vehicle, Lucifer can see no way for them to escape. No hope. Not unless he plants himself in front of the storm.

When Sam finally opens his eyes, he can see a fading flash of pure white-gold light as Lucifer slowly collapses against the hood of the car. Safe. Sam is safe.