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Sam groaned, rolling over. The sudden warmth of a body next to his stopped his movement. He groaned, refusing to open his eyes and acknowledge his brother. Ever since he upset Castiel, Dean had been intent on not suffering alone (or in silence) of his angel-deprivation. Sam didn't know what had happened; he'd just woke up one morning to Cas' wounded 'you-kicked-my-puppy' face and Dean's tight 'I'm-not-acknowledging-this-shit' jerky movements. Ever since then, he'd been subjected to Cas looking sad 'you-disappoint-me' eyes at Dean whenever Dean wasn't looking, and Dean staring 'I'm-a-jerk-but-too-stubborn-to-admit-it' eyes at Cas when the angel's back was turned. If Dean didn't apologise to Cas soon, he was going to shove them both in a ring of holy fire until they've talked it out.
Travelling with them like this was exhausting.
"Just go and fucking say sorry to Cas, Dean," he mumbled into his pillow, hoping Dean would take the hint and just fuck off already!
Dark, amused chuckles were his reply and he tensed. Gripping the gun he kept under his pillow, he shot up, aiming in the general direction of the laugh automatically, before adjusting the grip when he saw who it was. Shit.
Shit.
"What the fuck do you want?" Sam growled angrily.
Lucifer
"Hello Sam. It's nice to see you," Lucifer, the Morning Star, the Devil, Satan, bane of Sam's existence, whatever-the-Hell-else-you-wanted-to-call-him replied genially as usual not answering the question. He hadn't had a dream about Lucifer in months; had thought they were finished, that he was trying some other insidious and nefarious ways to get Sam to say yes. "I'm sorry about that, Sam. I am. I wished to spend some quality time with you. Just you and me."
Sam's eyes narrowed. "Are you reading my fucking mind?" He demanded.
Lucifer spread his hands wide in apology. "Not really. You're broadcasting loud enough for me to hear you without resorting to, ah ' insidious and nefarious ways'."
"Go away."
"That hurts, Sam," Lucifer replied, faking sad, hurt eyes perfectly. "You can't hurt me, Sam. Not here." Pointed look at the gun and Sam sighed. Yeah, he knew. He just liked to keep a loaded gun between him and the fucking Devil.
"What do you want?" He repeated tiredly. He was looking forward to getting some rest tonight. Dean had had gotten drunk and sort of passed out which meant he wouldn't be up much before dawn, leaving Sam to have an unbroken night's sleep, instead of pacing aimlessly around the motel room muttering about Cas (really, their argument was driving him insane).
Only to have Lucifer turn up in his fucking dreams.
He actually knew there was a God now, and he was more sure than ever, that He hated him.
Lucifer cocked his head in a gesture reminiscent of one of Castiel's 'mortal-you-confuse-me' tilts. "Dean has upset my brother?" He moved closer to Sam, who just realised he was sat on a bed with the Devil and jumped up with a shriek. Lucifer sighed, a breath of sad puffy air, eyes all downcast and chastising. "What did he do to upset my brother?"
Like Sam was going to tell him anything.
Yeah, he just repeated his thought to him.
"Sam, I'm not evil. Really," he said softly, all earnest and sincere and looking at Sam. "And I do love my brother. All of my brothers," he amended. "And if Castiel is hurting, I wish to know. He doesn't deserve what happened to him; he was always one of the brightest lights, was much loved." His face turned distant, inwards, as if reliving old memories. Happy ones.
For a second, for a very long second, Sam actually believed him and opened his mouth. Then shut it with an audible snap. A glare was given in Lucifer's general direction.
The archangel met his glare and raised him an exasperated look. "I could come and ask Castiel myself," he pointed out. As if he had no fear that he wouldn't be told.
"Yeah, thanks. I think we all agree that you turning up unannounced would be very bad. You'd try to kill us; we'd try to kill you. There'd be blood, violence, broken furniture. It'd be messy," Sam replied sarcastically.
"I wouldn't try to kill you. I promise."
Yeah sure. Sam would believe that when pigs flew.
"I could make that happen," Lucifer offered, very reasonably, as if flying pigs were an everyday occurrence for him.
And yeah, yeah actually, they might be. Awesome archangel powers and everything.
Lucifer smiles, a slow sensuous smile from full lips that looked soft enough to ki--
--Wait. What?
Sam swallowed. "Did..," he licks dry lips and tries again. "You did something to my mind!"
"No Sam. That was all you." And God help him, but Lucifer is actually grinning now.
"Fuck you," he snarls, causing the grin to get wider.
"Oh Sam, of course. You don't even need to ask," Lucifer smirked, looking languidly down Sam's body. "Tell me about my brother first."
Sam's gaping at him. Just... gaping. The world starts to shake, and it's a dream, so it's pretty rational. Hands on his shoulder gripping just this side of too tight.
His eyes snap open to meet Castiel's, the angel looming over him. How someone as small as Cas can loom, Sam doesn't know, but he's certainly very good at it. And he should really stop the inner monologue and say something considering the weird tilty head look he's receiving.
"Uh, thanks Cas," he croaks, sitting up and dislodging Cas' hand. He's sure he'll have a bruise the way Cas gripped him.
"You were dreaming." A statement, not a question. Cas' eyes seem unusually unnatural in the midnight gloom of the motel room. A glance at the clock told him it wasn't even three and he groaned, falling back down on the bed, arm over his eyes. Yeah, he was so not going back to sleep tonight.
"Yeah," Sam agrees. Cas waits, remaining crouched down beside Sam's bed. He just tilts his head more and even not looking, Sam can feel it. He cracks an eye open to confirm his suspicion and yeah, yeah he's getting the scary, frowny, 'I-can-hurt-you-I'm-concerned' look. Not to be confused with the 'I'm-concerned-I-can-hurt-you' frown that Dean gets some of the time. Or got.
Whatever.
"Sam." The voice low, so as not to wake Dean. And so full of warning and meaning that Sam's gonna need a dictionary for a month to translate everything. He winces; the last time he heard that tone of voice, Dean wouldn't just get that Cas liked him and he was sure Cas was going to smite him into next week--
-- Cas raises an eyebrow at him and Sam concludes he's been blabbing internally again and that Cas must be lingering in his brain and wait a minute does that mean he knows that Lucifer stopped by?
"Lucifer appeared to you in your dream? Sam what did he say?" Apparently it does.
"Do you guys do that automatically? The whole reading-people's-thoughts thing? Because it's getting kinda old."
Castiel just waits; he's an angel of the Lord. He's millennia old and he's probably got a fucking degree in waiting. He could wait there forever. In fact, waiting was probably a hobby and yeah, he was gonna speak now thankyouverymuch. Before he humiliated himself even further with his continued thinking
"Right. So Lucifer... didn't exactly say why he dropped by but I think he knows where we are, because he sortra picked from mind that you were upset and kind of implied he might come ask you about what Dean had done. He was concerned," Sam burst out in a rabble, leaving Cas to figure out the mess of words.
"Lucifer was... concerned?" And damned if Castiel didn't look at him slowly, lingering briefly on the anti-demon possession tattoo on his chest because, yeah, even if Sam had heard that, he'd think he was possessed as well.
Sam nodded. "Yeah. He said he loved you and you didn't deserve what happened to you." And shit reminding Cas about his absence from Heaven, and the reasons behind it, got him that careful shuttered 'let's-not-talk-about-this' face that he picked up from Dean.
"Did he say anything else?" Castiel probed, forming the words slowly as if he didn't want to know, but was like passing a car wreck and had some macabre part of him had to slow down to take a good look. Sam understood that. He really did.
"Not over," Sam replied equally as slowly. "I mean there was no trying to get me to say yes. I'd say he wanted to irritate more than anything. My life as entertainment for the Devil." Sam wasn't even going anywhere near the last part where Lucifer hinted that yes, he'd very much like to have sex with Sam.
"You need to tell Dean," Castiel says doomily. Well, Sam heard it doomily. Cas probably said it all solemnly and carefully. Shit.
"Shit!" Sam jumped up. Castiel didn't even move, just looked at him in some meaningful way that probably meant something, but Sam wasn't the expert on All the Faces of Castiel. That was Dean's job. "Shit Cas, he hinted he knew where we were. We need to go. Now." He pulled a shirt on and whacked Dean. "Dean. DEAN!" Outside voice was usually best to wake Dean up.
"Sammy?" Dean shot up ready to shoot or punch or whatever. "Jesus Sam! It's only just three a fucking clock! Dude." He yawned and scrubbed his face with his hand, then took stock of his angel crouched by his brother's bed and Sam busily packing and shuttered his face off. "Sam?"
"Your brother had a dream of Lucifer and seems to believe that he can find us." Cas offered helpfully, not looking at Dean and finally standing.
"Christ Sammy, what did you tell him for?" Dean asked angrily, tensing his shoulders for the 'you're a complete fuck up!' argument.
"Dean, please!" Sam snapped. "As if I would do that."
"You might've said something and not realised it."
"I'm not like you Dean. I don't open my mouth and put my foot it."
Dean looked pissed now. He stopped packing and glared at Sam. "What the fuck is that supposed me mean, huh Sammy?"
"Oh, I don't know Dean. How about how you're too much of a jerk to say sorry to Cas?"
Dean's face clouded over from pissed to furious and he opened his mouth, but the angel jumped in first. "I do not believe that mine and Dean's problems are necessary for conversation," he said calmly. If you didn't look at the bunched fists. "Lucifer knows where we are. We need to move. Sam didn't tell him anything, Dean." He finally turned to look at Dean and it was one of those looks that Sam felt like he was missing something.
Dean, however, just nodded jerkily, scowled one last time at his brother and hauled bags to the Impala.
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The rest of the night, the day and part of the following night was spent in putting as many miles between them and the motel as possible whilst observing the time-honoured Winchester tradition of angry silence, broken only once by Dean asking what Lucifer wanted.
Sam noticed that Cas didn't feel Dean needed to know that Lucifer was concerned about his little brother. Then again, if Sam's big brother was Lucifer, he'd feel it wasn't necessary for his boyfriend to know his brother knew he was upset with him.
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Dean pulled into the motel car park and sent Sam off to get them a room. When his sasquatch little brother vanished inside, he turned to face Castiel. He hated that angel's face immediately became careful closed, as if waiting for Dean to hurt him. Again. It squeezed his heart and made his sigh.
"Cas, I'm...," he shoved at his face again and sighed. He should just say it. Why the fuck can't he? He doesn't feel the need in sharing his emotions unlike Sam the girl. But he'll be damned if he's gonna ruin the only good thing his fucked up life has given him. "Cas, I'm sorry, yeah? I was an ass. You know how you feel better than I do." He snorted. "You probably know how I feel better than I do."
An approved tilt met his words.
So he was on the right track. "I uh..." he cleared his throat. "I love you. And if you want to love me, I'll accept it. I... this is new for me."
"It is new for me also, Dean," Cas pointed out, leaning forward, invading Dean's personal space. A thrill went through him as it always did when his sombre angel drew close. His angel. Yeah.
"I understand it will be difficult and we will fight. But as long as we love each other, we will always remain together." Damned if Cas didn't make it sound simple. Cas tilted his head questioningly. "Is not simple, Dean? We fought. You do still love me, yes?" A nod. Cas breathed close to his lips. "You still want me?" Another nod and the corners of the angel's mouth curved upwards. "Good. I believe human custom is make up sex now?" And closed the gap, kissing Dean fiercely. Dean moaned, the angle uncomfortable because he didn't expect Cas to forgive him so soon. A demanding tongue swiped at his lips and he opened the obediently, allowing that tongue to twin around his, stroking him, before fucking his mouth in an echo of the fucking he was going to get. Soon, if Cas was any guide.
The kiss was broken by Dean's need for air and he was panting, eyes glazed with lust. "Cas," he groaned. "Yes, Cas." The fucking angel fucking smirked at him. He continued staring into Cas' blue, blue eyes until Sam knocked on the window, looking faintly amused at him.
"I take it we're gonna need another room?" He asked knowingly.
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
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The room was warm; warmer than when Sam had gone to sleep. He opened an eye and immediately regretted it. There were candles burning on every surface casting a low, almost seductive light around him. He blinked and looked around the room slowly and suspiciously.
"Hello Sam," Lucifer's low voice, dark velvet purr shivering over his skin.
Sam scowled. "Stop that!" He hissed.
Lucifer looked affronted and raised a brow before smirking. "Stop what, Sam?" He lowered his voice even more and chuckled at Sam's very visible shiver.
"What. Do. You. Want?" Sam enunciated very clearly between clenched teeth. There was a brief momentary alarm that maybe Sam didn't really want to know the answer to that question.
"You," Lucifer replied succinctly.
Sam stared. He blinked. Then stared some more. Finally, he had to know--
"Want me as a vessel, right?" A hint of pleading in his tone.
Lucifer rolled his eyes and gestured around the room, prowling closer to the bed as he did so. "No Sam. Want you as in you are attractive and I'd like very much to fuck you. Now."
The staring was becoming a theme here. Sam looked around hastily for an exit. The Devil was on the prowl. For him. Towards him. That was not a good thing. Sam got up slowly and edged away from him along the wall. Lucifer's eyes glinted and he just fucking moved, pinning Sam to the faded wallpaper.
Sam may or may not have let out an undignified, somewhat girlie 'eep'.
"Sam," Lucifer breathed, dragging his voice way down low. His eyes were zeroed on Sam's lips. Sam tried to push him away, but he'd have more luck pushing a brick wall away. Super freakin' angel powers. Lucifer chuckled and brushed their lips together. Sam inhaled at the surprisingly chaste kiss. His exhale was captured by bold, demanding lips sealing them together.
It was hard and deep and the Devil's tongue slipped inside Sam's mouth when he tried to protest. Lucifer tasted of light and dark and cinnamon and sin and the kind of wrong that sank into your stomach and filled you with anticipation of more. It was dangerous, held the razor sharpness of kissing the neighbourhood bad boy. Sam couldn't help but moan into the kiss, leaning forward slightly, allowing Lucifer to slip his arms around him, pulling their bodies flush.
The contact of Lucifer's erection to his made him gasp. Christ, he was hard. They were hard. "Lucifer," Sam panted out to his approval as lips trailed burning heat down his neck pulling shivers and tremors from the captured body.
He should stop this. Now.
"Lucifer, stop. "
He gets a soft noise that doesn't mean anything and hands trailing down his hips to his belt and shit--
Sam jerked --
-- jerked awake.
Oh. Jesus. Fucking. Shit. He was screwed.