Little Butt Monkey

Set During: Season 7

Sam watches Dean sleep – exhaustion is written all over his face; is carved into his body posture. He is still dressed, too tired to fight with his clothes. Sam watches him breathe through a sort of fog.

"Hey Sammy"

Sam buries his thumb deep into his palm. The scar from the broken glass feels comforting, but is doing nothing to dispel Lucifer.

"Not gonna work Sammy, you let me in – remember?"

"You're not real," Sam mutters under his breath. He is still watching Dean, satisfied that Sam's voice has not woken him from his slumber. He will not turn to look at the Fallen Angel.

"Oh, baby, you're hurting my feelings," Lucifer sits on the bed next to Sam and scoots up so he is pressed against the hunter. Sam doesn't move; to move would be to acknowledge his existence. His thumb presses in deeper. Lucifer just shakes his head.

"You're so stubborn, that's what first attracted me to you: my stubborn little butt monkey."

Sam's eyes glaze over as he fights the memories creeping to the surface. His hand is so sore now the pain is threatening to knock him out, but Lucifer is whispering in his ear and making unconsciousness an impossibility.

"I remember how stubborn you were to begin with," Lucifer is no longer looking at Sam, he has crossed his legs and is examining his nails; there is still some blood and foreign flesh beneath them. He sucks on his fingertips.

"Come on Sammy, reminisce with me," He runs a damp finger down Sam's cheek. Sam shudders, involuntarily.

"Remember how I owned you? You and me, Adam and Michael. Remember how the boy wept? How Michael tortured him? And they think I am the bad influence. At least I took care of you"

"Shut up," Sam's lips are pursed, his eyes now focussed, although what he is seeing is not the here and now. He could do nothing to save Adam from the wrath of Michael when the Archangel had landed in the pit. He hadn't been able to save his little brother the first time and he was powerless to do anything when in the Cage.

"Oh Sammy," Lucifer has uncrossed his legs and is leaning into Sam, that solitary finger now a palm on the hunter's cheek. "I looked after you, kept him from hurting you. Don't you remember? Tell me you remember." He is now right up against Sam's ear – his breath annoyingly warm against Sam's skin.

"You're a hallucination"

"Keep telling yourself that baby," Lucifer swings his leg across Sam's lap and pushes Sam down onto the bed. Sam's hands come apart and, empty, the scar aches. "Keep telling yourself I'm not here," He licks the stubble on Sam's jaw, "Didn't it occur to you that maybe I'm here because you missed me."

"Get off me," Sam's voice is barely more than a whisper but it causes Dean to stir, Lucifer turns to look at the older sibling, grinning when he falls back into sleep.

"Just you and me Sammy," the Angel reiterates, pressing his face to the side of Sam's and breathing in his ear, "Remember this?"

And then Sam is grabbing Lucifer's head, finding his mouth and kissing him. Letting the Angel dry hump his leg as they make-out on the bed.

"I knew you missed me, missed this," Lucifer jaunts into Sam's open mouth. He isn't surprised when Sam suddenly hauls him off and flings him across the room. This is protocol.

"No." Sam says, but it echoes. He says it for his own benefit as Lucifer does not believe him.

Sam throws the duvet over himself and curls up. He knows he will get no sleep tonight: he is scared of what he will see when he closes his eyes.

And, at some point when Lucifer slips in behind him and wraps his arms around the hunter, Sam cannot push him off.