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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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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.

He stared at that fading light, head tilting before realizing that something, no someone had collapsed against the car. He shoved the car door open, needing to get out, to check who it was even though somewhere deep inside him he knew. Somehow he felt the other and just knew who he was going to see.

Not that knowing made it any less of a shock.

"Lucifer!?" He exclaimed, rushing towards the archangel even though he should be running away. Something was different though. This being wasn't the same one that tried to take him as a vessel.

He was ignoring Dean in favor of making sure Lucifer was alright, reaching out and touching him hesitantly.

The door opens and Lucifer knows he should get to his feet, but acting as a buffer between the tide of Darkness and the Impala had taxed his strength to the limits. "Sam." A faint, relieved smile as his legs give way.

"I found you." Of course he found him. Lucifer would always find his vessel. The one he was meant for.

He grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up before jerking back suddenly because there really was something different. This was definitely not the same Lucifer.

Something felt completely different here and his eyes widened. "What...I..." His brow furrowed before he reached out again, pulling him up this time. "You aren't...what happened to you?"

"I won't hurt you Sam," he's unsteady on his feet, but a hand on the hood of the car is enough to keep him upright. "I'm not.. not what you remember."

"Unraveling the Mark cleansed me. The Darkness that polluted my grace is gone."

"I had to protect you."

He nodded, ready to just accept what he said, even though he had honestly never really believed Lucifer before. "I trust you." He admitted, knowing he was telling the truth.

Dean made a sound at this and Sam looked over, throwing his arm out a bit. "Dean, knock it off! He's different." He said, pulling him gently away from the car. "Come on. We can't get the car out of a mud hole so we might have to walk. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, different." Dean can't help but roll his eyes. But Lucifer had saved their asses and he can't discount that.

Lucifer considers the car a moment. "I can get it out of the hole." The exertion might drive him to pass out, but he owed them that much.

"Are you kidding? You...Lucifer you just protected us from...god only knows what. I can't ask you to do that." He said, shaking his head as he continued to hold him up. "You're already reeling from what you've done so far."

He sighed, brushing fingers through his hair before helping him towards the backseat. "Me and Dean can manage to get the car out."

Lucifer's hand pauses on the side of the car before fixing Sam with a look. "I owe you this much, Sam." In fact, he owes him much more.

The use of his strength would ordinarily be minimal to lift the Impala out of the mud. But Lucifer had pulled free of the Cage, raced to Sam and protected him from the storm of Darkness.

With the Impala on solid ground again, Lucifer gives in to exhaustion, sliding gracelessly into the mud.

Dean drags a hand through his hair. "All right Sammy. Get him in the car and let's get outta here."

Of course he grabbed Lucifer the moment that he sank, pulling him up out of the mud and staring at Dean for a moment, just sort of lost on what to do.

Lucifer was helping them. Lucifer said he owed Sam. He wasn't sure how to feel about all this.

So he just grabbed the archangel, hauling him to the backseat and getting him in the car as best as he could, sliding in next to him instead of getting back in the front seat.

Getting a motel room was the easy part. Getting a six foot-plus unconscious archangel into said room was another matter. It took both brothers working quickly to get him inside before anyone took notice.

"Keep an eye on him Sammy. I'm gonna.. I'm gonna make some calls. Try and find Cas."

With that, Dean left him with an archangel that might have become their only hope against the Darkness. Lucifer doesn't stir for an hour, coming back to consciousness slowly.

"Nnh. Sam?"

Sam just sat in the corner at the table watching Lucifer, waiting for him to wake up. When he finally heard the others voice he sat up a bit where he'd slumped down. "Lucifer? Hey yeah, I'm here."

He got up, heading over to the bed and sitting down on the other double, waiting for him to fully regain consciousness. He felt more drawn to Lucifer now than he ever had before and he wondered if it was because of whatever had changed him.

Waking up is overrated. It's difficult to bring his vessel and senses back to full awareness. He's grateful for the darkened room, scrubbing his hands across his face.

He can sense Sam like a beacon, still shining with that same perfect light. Only now it was a light he wanted to preserve, to curl himself around and bask in its warmth. "Where are we?"

"Hotel room. Middle of nowhere really. Dean went to try to get in touch with Cas and figure out what's going on now that the Darkness is free." He scrubbed his fingers through his hair, looking at the other.

"Are you okay? I mean, do you feel okay? Do you need anything?" He bit his lip, sighing softly because he honestly had no clue what to do.

Lucifer swings his legs over the side of the bed with a grunt. His grace felt scrubbed raw, sore in a thousand places he could never really describe. "I feel like myself again, Sam. For the first time since Creation was given light and form, I feel like myself."

A concerned frown. "The Darkness is free. I shouldn't feel relieved, but I am. Because I am finally whole again."

"Whole?" He asked, tilting his head in confusion before his eyes widened when he realized. "Wait you...you're..." He blinked, shaking his head a bit. "You mean you aren't...you know..." He didn't even know how to describe it.

"The way you were before you were cast out. Does that mean...I mean, do you want...do you still want to destroy humans?"

Lucifer waits patiently while he works it out and realization dawns across his features. A careful roll of his shoulder. "I can't profess to be humanity's greatest fan at the moment," he admits honestly. "But no. I am no longer on a Path that would have me end it all."

A wry look. "Once again, the Winchesters have taken my father's Plan and turned it on its ear."

He couldn't help but smile at that, still watching him and shaking his head. "So you...what does this mean then?" He asked, standing up and reaching out to touch him, feeling the connection there, even though it was different this time.

He was still drawn to Lucifer, just like he'd been before but it wasn't the same. He felt something deeper this time, like he could trust Lucifer.

Lucifer's hand extends to meet his, tangling their fingers together. The contact sends a shiver through them both. "It means that you have an ally Sam. I am still bound to you, to my vessel."

"I always will be."

He took a deep breath, staring at their entwined fingers before he started squeezing gently and nodding. "Are you going to try and use me as your vessel again?"

The question earns Sam a wry look. “No, Sam. I won’t ask that of you.”

But he should also be honest with him. “You are my true vessel. Maintaining this one will not be easy. But I will find a way to make it work.” If only so he could have more moments like this, being able to reach out to Sam and not have him shy away in fear.

He nodded, smiling before stepping closer. "This is...nice. I like being able to...be around you and not worry about that." He smiled wider.

That smile, the dimple, that was going to be the end of him. Lucifer rubs his thumb in a slow circle along the back of Sam's hand. "Given the scope of things, I think we now have far greater things to worry about."

"But yes. It is.. nice to remember who I was. Before the Mark."

"You look so different now too. Just...I like it." He stepped closer until they were face to face, almost chest to chest. "I was drawn to you before but its...deeper now. I don't want to fight it this time." He explained, clearing his throat.

"I have been waiting for you since my creation, Sam." This time when his hand comes up, it's not to wrap around his throat or otherwise threaten him. No, Lucifer simply rests a cool hand on the back of Sam's neck for a long moment, fingers exploring the texture of his hair.

"We will face this Darkness together."

He closed his eyes, leaning into his touch before stepping closer and resting his hands on Lucifer's hip and chest. "I'm glad you're here. That we're going to do this together."

Lucifer says nothing, he simply closes the remaining distance between them, cool lips pressing to Sam's warm ones and it feels like heaven. A spark of intimacy shared with his vessel, with his Sam.

To say he was surprised by the kiss was an understatement. He froze, hands still on his hips before melting a bit into it.

One hand came up to cup his cheek, wanting more.

Not all angels were ignorant of human forms of intimacy. Lucifer presses closer, fingers sinking slowly into his shaggy hair as Sam deepens the kiss.

His Sam. The one person in all of Creation he would do anything for.

He slid an arm around his waist, giving a small sigh into the kiss as he deepened it. His lips parted and he darted his tongue out, teasing along the seam of Lucifer's lips, wanting to gain entrance to his mouth.

He tilted his head a bit, making Lucifer tug just slightly at his hair, making him moan.

The moan against his lips draws an answering rumble from Lucifer as his lips part and his fingers tighten in Sam's hair.

"Bed," he murmurs against his lips. "Please Sam."

He pulled back, eyes widening before he looked over at the bed. Then he nodded, moving to the door and locking it to make sure Dean wouldn't just barge in on them.

The next moment he was dragging Lucifer to the bed, falling back once he felt the backs of his knees hit the bed. He drug Lucifer down with him.

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