E/O Challenge: Eighteen
A double drabble because Mark Twain's quote inspired me – Amber Dreams is gonna kill me! *grin*
Who Prays for Satan
It was getting worse; the hallucinations becoming more frequent. At first the coping mechanism had worked, a little squeeze of his scarred-hand was enough to remind Sam that the devil on his shoulder wasn't real. Now he found it was no longer enough.
He couldn't talk to Dean about it, knew that his brother was fighting his own demon, the empty whiskey bottles a "tell-tale" sign.
So it was in desperation that he found himself on his knees praying to a God that was "no-longer-in-the-building."
"Please…I need help," he whispered, taking care not to wake his brother.
"Say one for me while you're down there," Lucifer grinned, suddenly appearing at the end of the bed. "You know nobody ever has. In over eighteen centuries nobody ever had the humanity to ask my father to forgive me…interesting, don't you think?"
Sam squeezed his hand, but the hallucination persisted.
"You of all people should know the horrors of the pit, Sammy. Wouldn't you think that at least one Christian soul would say enough is enough."
"Enough is enough," Sam murmured, pushing his knife into his hand; re-opening the healed wound. The pain was excruciating but at least, for now, Hallucifer was gone.
But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?