It burns my heart - a drabble

[amberdreams]

A 100 words inspired by a song that speaks to me of cages.

It burns my heart

Lucifer caged is no threat.  Sam keeps telling himself that, long after the hallucinations have stopped, because he needs the reassurance.  Why?  Because he can still hear Lucifer’s voice in his dreams.

The Prince of Darkness whispers to him ceaselessly.

Give me your hand, Sam…

No.

Cut your skin, let me in…

No, no, no… Sam moans in his sleep.  Dean isn’t there to wake him any more.  Dean has his room and his memory foam, while Sam just has… memories.

See how the molecules of us bleed into one another

No…

Making us one again.

…

…And we are beautiful.





Some of the words and the title are from Keane's Black Burning Heart. It just screamed Lucifer to me...I love this song...

Comments

[quickreaver.livejournal.com]

*wimper!*

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

Whenever I have Lucifer ideas or delve into Sam's head I always think of you and Moni!

[mdfawn.livejournal.com]

Okay, I usually don't read Wincest or Gen but that was really good.

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[monicawoe.livejournal.com]

Oooh what a lovely Drabble!

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

See my comment to Quickreaver above... *grin*

And thanks!

[tifaching.livejournal.com]

I've always said that those two sleeping apart can come to no good. :)

In all seriousness though, this was hurty good.

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

I like to think that Sam would have brought a mattress into Dean's room by now and that Dean obviously can't have little bro sleeping on the floor... and that memory foam bed was a queen, wasn't it?