Title: A Little Me Time

TV Show: Supernatural

Pairings: Samifer and possibly Destiel

Chapter 2

Lucifer came into full view, smiling at Sam. Now Sam was really glad he hadn't been driving. He started backing away from him as far as he could. He was having a hard time doing that, though. The devil left the driver's side, and instead of 'poofing' himself inside the car, he walked over to the passenger's side, got into the impala before Sam could even think to lock it, and asked, his smiling face remaining unchanged,

"So, where are we headed?" he asked casually, as if he expected Sam to be glad to see him. Sam just stared at him, gawking. After a long minute of silence, he said,

"There's no way you're real."

"I am."

"The cage…"

"I may have been a hallucination before, but I'm here now. This is different this time."

"But… how… how did you get out?!"

"Gosh, Sammy… so harsh. You act as if you aren't sympathetic. You know that anyone would want out of the cage. I mean, we spent time together down there. Not exactly quality time, but still… Oh! You wanted to know how I got out! Right… it's kind of strange. It's like it was a little too easy. One of the bars was weak. I put it back in place. Hopefully Michael doesn't figure out that I'm gone and not just in hiding from him. He'd be so pissed!"

Sam was silent. Slowly, he turned his body away from Lucifer so that he was facing forwards. He then, after pausing in that position for a moment, started furiously banging his head against the steering wheel, causing the horn to honk multiple times before Lucifer grabbed him and made him stop.

"Sam, what's wrong?"

"No! This can't be happening! Not again! First me, then Cas, then me again?! I can't go crazy again! I have to sleep when I need it! I'm going back to Vegas to get Dean and telling him that I'm hallucinating again—" he was about to start the car again when Lucifer gently grabbed his face on both sides so that he'd look at him.

"I'm real, this time. I'm out of the cage. I came to be with you specifically. I can't and won't affect you're mind, since I'm not in it this time. I promise. You know I keep my word." Sam only looked at him, beweildered. "Sam, you may have forgotten to breathe. Take a deep breath, relax, and let's go someplace together. You said so yourself to Dean that whatever you were going to do, you didn't want him to see." He touched Sam's hand reassuringly, never breaking eye contact. "You also said it was lonely. You probably missed my voice, since I was always around making noise. I'll be here to talk to you, have fun with you, console you, and I won't judge you for anything that you'll do. Whatever happens can and will stay between the two of us."

"…And you're not screwing around when you say you won't tell anyone what I'll do?"

"I promise that it stays between us. I like keeping secrets. Plus, you're special. I like keeping your secrets especially." The Winchester gulped, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "That having been said, what are you going to do, Sam?" after a moment, Sam broke the eye contact between them and started the car.

"I don't know. Put on your seat belt." Lucifer did so. "We're going somewhere to do something and I don't know what. I guess we'll find out when we get there."

He started to drive. The place that should have had a deep crevice where Lucifer came out from had already been patched up as though the road had never been affected, and he'd always been here.

"So, should we listen to some music?" Lucifer asked casually. "Hate to admit it, but your brother doesn't have the worst taste in music…"

All Sam could think was,

'This trip is gonna be weird as hell… what am I gonna do, anyway?'