nothisvessel | PSL for castfromhome

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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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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