E/O Challenge Word:

hold /hōld/ v. – Grasp, carry, or support with one's arms or hands.

Spoilers/Warnings: episode 7.04

Disclaimer: Not mine

Word Count: 202...a double drabble

Sometimes I see Lucifer when I freaking brush my teeth. ~ Sam, 7.04 "Defending Your Life"

Sam had not moved since he had entered the bathroom; was still standing in front of the sink, holding his toothbrush; eyes wide as he took in his own reflection; confused as to why there was no pain to accompany all the blood that covered his face.

Not turning around, Sam's eyes darted to Lucifer's reflection in the mirror; a mixture of renewed alarm and fear washing over him at the sight.

"It's not real," Sam whispered defiantly, even as his tone was uncertain.

Standing behind Sam, Lucifer shrugged. "Maybe it is; maybe it ain't."

Sam swallowed; his attention flickering back to the mirror as his gaze fixated on the bottom half of his face; his hand slowly reaching up to wipe at the blood that was now slipping down his neck and over his collarbone.

And although he felt the wet smear of blood, when Sam looked at his fingers they were still clean.

Sam frowned, his heart slamming in his chest.

"Well, what d'ya know?" Lucifer commented, clearly amused. "Now you see it..."

Sam glanced at his blood-covered face.

"...and now you don't."

Sam glanced at his blood-free fingers.

"Ta-da!" Lucifer announced and then chuckled. "Now, for my next trick..."