Pairing: Sam X Lucifer
Warnings: No warnings so far.
A.N I don't have a plot for this story just yet, I simply felt as if there are not enough Sam and Lucifer fanfiction and the pairing with them fascinates me. You guys should write more of this sort of fanfiction.
Sam sat on the edge of the bed in another shabby motel room; the grey walls were alit by the moonlight that shone through the motel windows. The bed was covered in soft black and red cotton sheets. Sam had his head tucked in-between his hands, he felt someone softly pressed their lips on the back of his neck. At this moment Sam knew he was dreaming; he was always there in his dreams.
'Good evening Sam, how are you this beautiful night?' he said, his breath was hot against Sam's neck.
'I'm alright Lucifer.'
'Are you not going to ask how I am? You have become so impolite.' Lucifer replied; his voice was full of amusement.
'Fine then Lucifer, how are you?'
'I'm feeling quite good tonight Sam; I would be feeling much better if you simply told me where you are.'
'Lucifer please, not this again, not tonight. I can't play these games tonight.'
'Sammy, what's wrong?'
Sam cringed at the nickname but he adored the comfort it came with. For a moment they both sat in silence, Sam didn't want to tell Lucifer what had happened between himself and Dean, but he felt as if he needed to tell someone.
'Tonight, Dean and I decided that it was time we went our separate ways.'
'Yes Sam, I did hear about that. I am very sorry for you, I am aware of how much your brother had meant to you.' Lucifer said; his voice held traces of sympathy.
'Yeah sure, I bet you are Lucifer.'
Sam moved away from the bed and walked to the other side of the room as he ran his hand through his hair. He walked to the window and sat beneath it.
'Sam, I am worried about you. I am worried about what you would do without your brother. Please, tell me where you are Sam.'
'I don't want to.' Sam said as he pouted like a small child.
'Sam, I do not trust you on your own right now so tell me where you are.'
'Why would you even care about me?'
'Because Sam, you're my vessel, I care about you and your wellbeing. Also, I have grown some sort of fondness for you.' Lucifer admitted.
'Look on the table.' Sam said weakly.
'What?'
'Look on the table Lucifer.'
On the wooden table beside the lap there was a small card with an address. Lucifer picked up the card and smiled softly.
'I'll be here soon Sam.' Lucifer said as he kissed Sam softly.
'I'm counting on it.' Sam muttered.
