Thank you Ianto'sCoffeeMinion for my first review! I figured Lucifer would love to bargain with Sam for anything, but sleep seemed appropriate for the first chapter :P

Also the bar in this chapter is based on a bar in my home town by the name of Patches McFatties where the slogan is I Know Right?

The song is The Devil Is A Loser by Lordi

Anyway, here is second installment for Confessions, Prophecies, and Promises! Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Coming Undone

Sam was confused. He hated not knowing things, and took pride in how prepared he was after spending so much of his time doing research on any given situation life threw at him but this was something no amount of research could help him with. As far as he knew, nobody else had ever been in contact with Lucifer before the he and Dean broke open the seals. The ones who claimed to have been in contact with the devil were either being haunted by some supernatural creature or just plain crazy. Lucifer did not talk to people through static in the television or through the neighbors dog. He had been trapped in a Cage in Hell. This, however was real.

He thinks it's real anyway.

Ever since Sam had gotten his soul back and began hallucinating Lucifer, he couldn't help but wonder if it really was him or if he was just insane. Cas had said his soul had been more or less skinned during it's time in the Cage. Was it possible that he was just loosing his marbles? Then again, they see things everyday that people only heard about or something a friend of a friends aunt's boss's cousin had seen once on a road trip. Things other's didn't believe in were the norm for the Winchesters.

His head hurt. He wanted to know so badly if what he was seeing was real but nobody seemed to have any answers. Dean said it was fake but then when had Dean become an expert on Satan? He just did not understand what his little brother was going through.

Lucifer sat the table, leaning back on the hind legs of the chair, staring intently at him. There was something different about him. Where was the smart ass he was used to? The man who sang Stairway to Heaven repeatedly when things got too quiet or threw fire crackers at him when he was bored? Where did this polite, quiet Lucifer come from?

"Would you like me to throw fire crackers at you?" Lucifer asked with an amused grin. Sam snapped his head up from his book and looked across the table at his companion.

"What?" Sam asked, oblivious to the possibility his thoughts could be read and to the fact Dean could not hear Lucifer.

"If you would prefer it, I guess I could throw a few your way but I had thought you wanted to try being civil for a change." Lucifer gave him a wink.

Dean walked past him, over to the fridge, grabbing a beer. "What?"

Sam looked back down at his book, trying to pretend as if nothing was wrong. Dean wasn't completely stupid, he knew there was something up with his brother but for the sake of not fighting he acted as if he didn't notice anything.

"Oh, nothing. I thought you said something." Sam told his book, not looking up but he coud feel the devil rolling his eyes. Dean grunted before going back to his bed to watch Dr. Sexy M.D.

Sam hated lieing to his brother but sometimes it needed to be done. To Dean, everything was black and white. Good and Evil. Person or monster. There was no in between area that was neither. When Sam messed up it was his way of crossing that thin line onto the side of bad verses doing what he thinks is the right thing to do and muddle around in the grey area. No, that wasn't something Dean believed in and the younger Winchester blamed his father for it. John didn't believe in grey area either. Bobby did but then again, Bobby wasn't a Winchester.

Lucifer rocked back and forth a little and Sam caught himself watching him. Lucifer winked before singing softly to himself: "You wanted power and you begged for fame. You wanted everything the easy way. You wanted gain without pain now your bill is in the mail. You got stronger but your mind got weak. You made a promise that you couldn't keep. You had it all- you lost more, it's all there in the fee via Hell incorporated." Sam raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything with Dean in the room. Lucifer continued to sing to the ceiling.

"First you love it then you hate it. And now your never gonna make it. Get on, get on down. Theres hell to pay cos the devil is a loser and he's my bitch. For better or for worse and you don't care which cos the devil is a loser and he's my bitch. Running into trouble you skitch, he's my bitch." Sam couldn't help but chuckle which earned a smile and a wink from Lucifer. Somehow the song seemed funny to him and he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because the idea of Lucifer being anybody's bitch was obsered.

Dean threw a glance his way but said nothing. He knew Sam was keeping something from him but as long as he was acting better he decided he wasn't going to push him. He was sleeping again, eating, was in a better mood than he had been in months. He really had no room to complain so he kept to himself.

Lucifer leaned forward, resting his arms on the table in front of him. He cocked his head to the side and gave Sam a slight smile. "What's the matter, Sammy? I thought you liked my singing." The hunter raised his eyebrows. "Oh, come on. You know you love listening to my amazing voice." He leaned back, a triumphant grin on his face. Sam shook his head before looking back down at his book, a smile in place.

"Oh, so you do. You love listening to Lucy sing." He said in a sing song voice. Sam shook his head, again. Lucifer broke out into laughter. "Oh, come on Sam! You can't lie to the devil!"

Sam stared at the book in front of him, ignoring Lucifer as he continued his song.

...

That night, Dean talked Sam into going to a local bar with him. There was nothing they could do with no information on the Leviathans so why not go out and have fun? If there was anyone who knew how to have fun, it was Dean. Sam was hesitant, he wasn't into hooking up like his brother. He believed there should be something between two people that was more than just mutual attraction. He believed there should be more to it than one night of fun then never talking to them again. It didn't feel right.

Sam sat by himself, at the miniature table, a drink in his hand. The place was tiny in comparison to others around it but it was better lit and the music was louder. Not many people were there but those who were sang and danced to the internet jukebox. While Dean scouted the local talent, Sam busied himself with reading the graffiti that covered the wall. Apparently it was perfectly acceptable to write all over the green walls. As he read a post about how John had a small penis, a group of girls, barely old enough to drink, ran up to the wall to sign their names with paint markers they had borrowed from the bartender.

Lucifer seemed to enjoy some of the tags. "Horses are awesome." He pointed to one under a sign advertising Bush Light. "Matt is a cocksucker." He pointed to one above Sam's head. "I wonder if it is the same Matt who wrote his name in foot tall letters." He pointed to one that was inches from the ceiling. It was in big block letters that other people had written inside.

"Having fun?" Sam asked under his breath.

"It's the voice of the people, Sam. It's very interesting." He continued to scan the wall for things other than names. Things like I'm Drunk, Bitches, and Your Mom's Awesome In Bed seemed to be the main things that people enjoyed to write. There was one just above his head that said Bitches Suck Ass Eggs. Apparently they were not all that original though some of them were written by very obviously drunk people. Somebody had drawn a unicorn on the table next to the one they occupied. Sam rolled his eyes.

"So, Sammy." Lucifer sat in the chair next to him. "Do we have another appointment tonight?" Sam looked at him and noticed the amused look on his face. "After all, we do have five more hours that is owed to me." Past the smile, Sam could see the intensity that was concealed behind those cool grey eyes.

Looking around to see that no one was looking his way. "Yeah, we have an appointment."

...

Dean had the motel room. He had picked up a college girl and took her back to the room for a good time. Sam sat in the Impala, not wanting to be anywhere around a naked Dean.

Lucifer sat in the driver's side and Sam could just see the look on his brother's face if he knew the devil himself was sitting behind the wheel of his Baby. It would first be horror, then disgust, then anger. For a moment he almost felt bad for him.

"Are you ready?" Lucifer asked, turning to face the hunter.

"I'm ready." Sam turned to face the devil. He could only assume there was going to be another kiss. He didn't want to think about how many times he had kissed the devil in the past week.

Lucifer leaned in, a hand snaking behind Sam's head. He weaved his fingers through the younger man's long hair and brought their faces together. Lucifer sucked the man's lip into his mouth, gently sucking on it before giving him a hard kiss. Sam tried not to kiss him back, thinking about how wrong it was to be kissing another man but the devil gently tugged on his hair and he couldn't stop himself from kissing him, though with less enthusiasm than than the other man.

...

They were on a beach. It was small, maybe two football fields in length and surrounded on three sides by tall black cliffs. The sky was pink and orange. Twilight. The sand was white, and the waters a deep purple. It was beautiful.

"It is, isn't it?" Lucifer sat beside him, on the sand, watching the waves crash onto the beach.

"Where are we?" Sam turned to look at the man beside him. Lucifer was staring into the distance, watching the sun sink into the water.

"It has been flooded millions of years ago. It is a little corner of Pangea. Sam's eyes widened. That long ago? "It was a favorite place of mine, long ago."

They sat in silence as the sun sank lower in the sky. Eventually Lucifer let out a long sigh.

"Why do you want to show me these places?" Sam asked, watching the devil doodle in the sand.

"I'm tired of being alone. You know about that, don't you? Never really being a part of your family. Though, you were never cast out and locked away." He paused a moment, adding the finishing touches to his scribble of an angel. "You are the only one I can talk to Sam. The only one who will listen."

Sam wanted to feel sorry for his companion but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind reminding him it was the devil he was talking to and not to trust him. He lies, he reminded himself.

"I don't need to lie, Sam. The truth is more often more painful than lies. Mankind uses lies to make each other feel better, not wanting to hurt the ones they love. I have no more loved ones, and therefore no reason to lie." Using the palm of his hand, he wiped his drawing away. "All I ask is for you to listen to me."

Sam said nothing, but watched Lucifer closely as he leaned back onto his elbows.

"I was once the most loved angel in Heaven. The most beautiful." He let out a sigh. "Not that any of that matters anymore. Now I am depicted as a disgusting goat man with horns and a tail. Sin is ugly I suppose." He wiped his hands together, dusting the sand away.

"Look, I'm flattered that you think you can confide in me, but why can't you talk to someone else?" The way he said it didn't sound accusative, merely curious. Lucifer looked at him as if he had told him he shot his dog in the head. As if the answer was obvious.

"You don't get it do you? You are the only one I can talk to. You are more important than any other human. More important than the president of your country, than the Pope, than any Saint. You need to know that. You need to know that I need you to trust me because one day we will need each other on a mutual level and nobody else will be able to help either of us." He stood up, dusting the sand off of his jeans and the hem of his green shirt.

"What are you talking about?" Sam followed suit, standing before his companion.

"I can not tell you right now, but you need to learn to trust me. I need you Sam and soon enough you will need me as well. The sooner we can trust each other the sooner you will learn exactly what it means that you are the most important man. Until then we will work on it." He took a step closer to the hunter, his eyes narrowed and every word clear. "Whether you like it or not. There is no other option."

There was something about Lucifer. Something raw and unchained. It was as if he was losing his control. Sam didn't want to admit it but there was something about it that sent tangles and chills up his spine. It was something the hunter did not understand though he decided he would try.