So this is as I said set at the beginning of Season 7: Right after the Leviathons are released on the world, Cas is missing presumed dead and Sam is having a little problem with the Devil. In the fact that he is tormenting Sam with the fires of hell and anything else he can think of. Dean found out about Sam's hallucinations the day of the Leviathons release and dragged Sam back to reality through the connection to the real world by gripping his injured hand... this is the story from a couple of weeks later.

Please be kind and review... Sorry but it's my first Supernatural fanfic.

"Hey Sam" Sam flinched as Lucifer's voice breathed softly into his ear from behind.

"How's my favourite psycho?"

He glanced quickly across to where his brother Dean was sitting at the table on the other side of their motel room, still typing away on his laptop. Sam leant forward elbows on his knees, hands clasped in front of him and drove his right thumb into the raw healing scar on his left palm. Hard. Pain pulsed through his hand and up his arm, getting to a dull ache at his elbow.

"Tut... still not good enough Sammy" smiled the Devil "Maybe if you pushed harder."

Gritting his teeth Sam dug his thumbnail into the scar and twisted, letting a shot of pain race up his arm tensing his shoulder and neck causing his head to twitch slightly with a slight gasp.

Sam felt rather than saw Lucifer flicker out of existence, though not without a quiet huff of a laugh, and let out a deep breath he didn't realise he was holding. Letting the tension out of his shoulders.

"You alright man?" The tapping on the keyboard had stopped and Dean was looking across the room at Sam from under his lashes with concern on his face.

"Yeah... Yeah, course." Sam quickly let go of his hands and pushing against his thighs smoothly and swiftly got to his feet. Moving his hands to his back pockets, keeping his palms against the denim, Sam moved across the room to where his brother was sitting still looking with concern at Sam face, nodding his head at the screen in front of him asked "what you got?"

Dean's eyes flicked once more to Sam then turned fully to the computer to say, "Nada, nothings coming up so far, no electrical storms, no weirdness... bupkiss."

"The calm before the storm?"

"Seems like it... Hey, any um... any weirdness with you?" Dean looked again into Sam's face, "You know... any... pink elephants? Hell fire sightings...?" Sam smiled easily before looking down into Dean's eyes.

"Nope, I think I've got it under control now." He lied smoothly,

"Maybe it was a just a short term PTSD hell thing, you know? Well course... yea. S'pose you do." Sam's smile quickly faded and changed into his and how are you feeling Dean? face. Deans reaction to the question being reflected back at him was the expected small cough and turn with a "Yeah, yeah... sure."

Sam nodded gently pressing his lips into a firm concerned line, turned and went over to the kitchenette-type corner of the room, and grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. He briefly basked in the cold glow of the open door getting a short relief from the hot August afternoon, shutting the door with a snap he opened and passed one of the bottles over to Dean and leant casually back against the counter top across from him and took a long swig. Relishing the cool feel of the bubbles slipping down his throat, only for them to get caught halfway down as he spluttered and choked as his eyes came to rest on the grinning tall figure poised leaning over Dean's shoulder staring up at Sam. Coughing and trying desperately to get air into his lungs, while trying unsuccessfully to keep the fear and surprise from his face, Sam stared as the Devil laughed and turned to look at Dean, his face mere centimetres from his brothers whose eyebrows where quirked up in question at Sam as he finished a gulp of beer.

"Sam?"

The devil still hovering over Deans left shoulder slowly lifted his right arm miming a gun in his hand and held his fingertip to the other side of Deans head to his temple, letting out a soft "Bang" as his thumb 'hammer' flicked forward before looking back up at Sam with a big malicious smile.

"Sam?" Sam managed to gasp in enough air to cough out "M'ok... I'm ok. Just...*cough* ...breathed it in... *cough*" Dean kept looking at Sam, not quite believing him.

"Come on. Let's get out of here, go grab a bite or something." Sam placed the newly opened beer deliberately down with a thunk, and made his way over to the door pausing with his hand on the door handle. "You coming?" his voice hard and husky at the sight of Lucifer, hoping Dean would put it down to his choking and coughing once again for good measure. Dean, slower than Sam, made his way over to him and passed through the door with a "sure" and a small searching look into Sam's face. Sam looked away from his gaze back into the room as he shut the door closing it firmly on the sight of his grinning tormentor circling his ear with an index finger while mouthing clearly

"Psycho."