PSL for castfromhome

[nothisvessel]

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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[nothisvessel]

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.

[castfromhome]

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."

[nothisvessel]

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.