Hello all. So I found another amazing prompt generator. This one utilized the person's birth month and date to generate a title. This story is for Sammy and is based on his birthday of May 2, 1983. Here is the link to the pinterest based title generator pin/209910032618369362/
The title of this story is: The Devil at the Car Dealership
Disclaimer: I do not own the SPN universe, its characters or plots. Lucifer's dialogue is in italics.
Frankie Greenberg had managed Greenberg's Autos and More for the last forty years. Y/N and Sam sat in front of him, dressed in their Fed gear and choking on the smell of the cheap cigar he puffed on despite the 'No Smoking' signs prominently displayed throughout the building.
Sam was in pain, it was written all over his face, and he was having a hard time concentrating on the questioning taking place at the time. Y/N worked hard to pick up the slack and felt guilty that she wished that Dean had come with her and Sammy had chosen to go the morgue this morning.
"Mr. Greenberg, have you noticed anything strange going on around the shop, lately?" Y/N asked as she leaned towards the scratched metal desk. This position gave the sleazy salesman a direct line of sight to her ample cleavage and kept him answering questions after he had tried to dismiss Sam just moments ago.
"Strange? No, I don't think so," he said as he removed a dingy cloth from the pocket of his button up short sleeve shirt and wiped at the gratuitous amount of sweat dripping from his forehead.
He glanced nervously through the glass wall of the office towards the back. Y/N and Sam had already discovered the illegal pawn shop in a back room of the garage but you weren't worried about the extracurricular activities of the rotund retailer.
"Have you noticed any cold spots? Smelled anything bitter, like rotten eggs?" Sam asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I mean we keeps it cold in the shop so the guys don't overheat so I don't know about cold spots. And I ain't smelled nothing but grease in so long around here," he said obviously irked that he had to take his eyes off of Y/N's breasts.
"Mr. Greenberg, the mechanic that was killed…" Y/N began, "how long had he been working here?"
"Um, let's see. Well, Joey got hired here right after we lost Paul, God rest his soul, so like three, three and a half years?" he quipped.
"Three and a half years. Was Joey a good mechanic?" Sam asked.
"He was great. Quick and discreet…" he started and then backtracked. "Matter of fact, I had just promoted him to shop manager."
"Paul?" Y/N continued.
"Yeah, Paul was my brother-in-law. He'd been with me the last twenty years or so. But uh, we had a falling out and he was killed in the shop. One of the hydraulic lifts malfunctioned and crushed him to death," Greenberg said with his eyes downcast.
"That's the same way that Joey Carter was killed, Mr. Greenberg? Don't you think that's a little strange?" Y/N pressed.
All the smiles Greenberg had been giving Y/N disappeared. "Look, I run a safe shop here. I got those lifts checked after Pauly and then they were checked again the other day after Joey. Passed both times…" he was starting to get angry.
Sam cut his eyes at the balding man. "Sir, there is no reason to become angry with Agent Sarkisian. These are routine questions," he said through as he stood to his full, intimidating height.
Greenberg looked up at the imposing man and immediately changed his tone.
"I'm sorry Agent Sarkisian. It's just a little tense around here," he apologized.
"Excuse me, Mr. Greenberg. Where is the men's room?" Sam asked still standing and now rubbing his forehead.
"Down the hall, third door on the right beside the water fountain. You can't miss it," he directed.
Sam excused himself and left the room.
"Hey, is your partner alright? He don't look so hot," Greenberg asked.
"He'll be fine. Mr. Greenberg if you notice anything strange happening or think of anything that you think might be important for us to know, please call this number," Y/N stated as she handed him a business card.
He glanced down at the card, still shaken from his encounter with Sam. He frowned.
"That's my personal number, Mr. Greenberg," Y/N said in a slightly raspy voice before standing and straightening her pencil skirt.
Greenberg perked right up at that news and agreed that he would call if something should come up.
Y/N followed the directions that the pudgy peddler had given Sam and eventually found the slim door to the men's room.
She raised her hand and knocked twice on the door.
"Occupied," she heard Sam's deep voice from within.
"Sam, it's me. You okay in there?" Y/N asked.
"Yeah, I'm good. Be right out," he replied but with a painful grimace to his voice.
"Sam, let me in," Y/N implored him.
She could hear Sam's breath hitch and he did not answer her. She pulled a bobby pin from her hair and set to picking the lock on the door knob. The work was quick and the door swung inwards easily. Y/N looked up and down the hallway before she slid into the small room.
Sam was leaned over the sink, his face dripping water into the basin. He was clearly distressed and there was fresh blood seeping through the bandage wrapped around his left hand.
Y/N walked over to Sam and gently took his hand as she turned off the running water. Sam looked into her Y/E/C eyes and she was able to see the beginnings of tears run down his face.
"Oh, Sammy," she said as she wiped the tears from his face. She looked back at his hand and began removing the gauze bandaging. She put his hand back under the sink and turned on warm water, rinsing off the blood. Then she removed the white lace handkerchief from her jacket pocket and wrapped the wound in the handkerchief.
Sam tried to pull away. "Y/N, you don't have to do that. You're going to ruin your pretty…"
"Sammy, please. Don't worry about it. It was cheap," she said with a smile, hoping to coax one out of the hunter. He smirked slightly.
She finished wrapping his hand up and tucked the end of the cloth into itself.
She looked up into his hazel eyes.
"So, I take it the hand thing isn't working anymore?" she asked.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Dean tell you about that?"
"No, I have eyes," she replied. "We're not alone are we?"
Oh, does she want to be alone with Sammy? Does she love him?
"No, right now he's singing the K-I-S-S-I-N-G song about us," he said jerking his head towards the empty space towards the toilet.
Y/N turned her head in the direction Sam's had gone. "Jealous much?" she asked.
Lucifer stuck out his forked tongue at her and crossed his arms over his chest, which caused Sam to smile.
I'm not jealous… you're jealo…
You took Sammy's hand and walked him away from the sink and up against the opposite wall, next to the wall hand dryer.
Sam allowed it but jerked suddenly and Y/N stepped back a little.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Yes, he just turned on the hand dryer. He's stooped under it drying his hair," Sam explained.
You know, you don't have to tell her every little thing that I'm doing Sam! That's just rude.
Y/N smirked. "I had a dog once that liked to have the hair dryer aimed into his face. Weird mutt," she said as she casted her eyes to the hand dryer.
Sam, are you just going to allow her to talk to me like that?
"So, let me ask you a question," Y/N began as she stepped in closer to Sam and laid a hand on his chest.
"The pain isn't making him go away anymore, right?" she purred.
Sam shook his head in the negative.
"Have you thought about turning the tables and trying a little pleasure?" she asked with a finger under the knot of his tie as she loosened it with her bent index finger.
Sam opened his eyes and looked down. He gulped.
"I hadn't thought about that, no," he said as his breath hitched just slightly.
"Mmmm," Y/N began, "Sam, do you trust me?"
He nodded his head as Y/N removed his red and black striped tie and placed it on the top of the hand dryer.
Um, Sam, what is she doing? Put the tie back on… you are in a public place.
Y/N unbuttoned Sam's shirt, working her way down slowly and opening it as she went along, pleased that he had forgone an undershirt today.
She ran her fingers gently down his chest and smiled in delight as she felt him shiver beneath her.
Sam began to breathe just a little bit harder. "Y/N, you don't have to do this," he began.
That's it Sam. Don't let her use your body… I already called dibs.
"Sam, you really have no idea how long I've fantasized about doing this. It's torture watching you walk around sometimes. You are so fucking hot," Y.N said as she leaned stood up tall and placed her lips on his neck before she placed an open mouth kiss on the sensitive skin there.
Sam let out a low moan.
Sam! You can fight this, you're better than this….
His hands flew to her hips and he began to ground his stiffening erection to her body.
"Patience baby. You'll get your chance later. Right now, this is all about you," Y/N said as she unhooked his brown leather belt. Her hands moved deftly as she unbuttoned his black slacks and slowly slid the zipper down making sure to 'accidentally' graze his hard cock on the way down.
"Oh,"Sam moaned loudly. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, his sound alone had her soaking wet.
"Fuck, Sammy. That was hot, and you haven't seen anything yet," she said as she pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift move.
Sam Winchester was tall and large and his cock was a true tribute to the overall largeness of the man in front of her. Y/N grasped at the base and squeezed gently. She could feel his knees buckle slightly and she smiled at the power she had over him.
Oh great. That's just inappropriate Sam! Well, fine, I'm just going to watch. That sound good, Sam?
"What's he saying?" Y/N asked as she slowly stroked up the length of Sam's member.
"Oh God," Sam moaned, "he says he's going to watch. He wants you to stop."
"Well, that's too bad. I like it when people watch me. Do you want me to stop, Sam?" Y/N teased as she ran her hand across the silky head of his cock.
"Oh, fuck, please, please don't stop," he begged as his hands fought to find purchase against the wall.
"You have to try to keep quiet for me, okay?" Y/N said as she laid a gentle kiss to Sam's lips. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. He tried to kiss her back but was overtaken with a new moan as she ran her finger over his head again.
He nodded weakly and glanced out of the corner of his eye as Lucifer began to flicker.
It isn't going to work Sammy. I'm here.
Y/N slowly lowered her body down his until her knees hit the cold, tile floor. She ran her tongue up the protruding vein on the underside of his prick.
He moaned low from deep in his belly and then much louder as she took his entire length into her mouth.
"Oh my God, Y/N." he moaned out in a loud stage whisper.
She bobbed her head up and down, her lips opened wide as they struggled just as much with his girth as his length. Y/N knew exactly what she was doing as she worked the base with her hands and the rest with her mouth taking him as deeply as she could.
His breathing became erratic and his moans were becoming louder and filthier.
She could feel his body tensing.
"Y/N,..." he began winded, "I'm…"
Oh this is disgusting. I'm out of here…
Y/N's hand gently ran underneath and cupped Sam's balls as she continued to work. She felt his large hands in her hair pulling her closer
"Ah, ah, ah," he moaned. "YN!" he said as he reached his release and she worked in earnest to take everything he had to give.
When he was done, she stood up and wiped the side of her mouth on her hand. He reached out and grabbed her head in his hand and pulled her in for a hard and long kiss.
His tongue ignored the taste of himself in her mouth as he greedily explored her mouth and turned her around to the wall.
"Sam, let's go back to the motel," she whispered.
"Oh hell no, can't wait that long," he said as he worked his hips up against her to show her that he was indeed ready for round two.
His hands pulled up her skirt to around her waist and pushed her simple cotton panties to the side.
She cried out as his index finger found her clit and pressed in rubbing delicious circles into the small bundle and making her whole body shake.
"Oh God, Sam!" she cried out. It was then that she felt one then two of his long fingers enter her and begin working at a devastatingly fast pace.
She shook hard and pressed her forehead to his shoulder as she tried to temper the pleasure that was running through her body at the moment.
"That's it gorgeous, cum for me," he demanded as he kept working her clit. As if his permission were all she needed she lunged forward and obeyed, her arousal flowing like a fountain over he palm.
"Did you just…" he asked and she nodded her head. "Oh my fucking, that's is so fucking hot," he moaned as he took her lips into his own again. He bit down on her bottom lip and pulled gently.
"Are you ready for me, baby?" he asked, pulling his hand out and looking at it lustily as Y/N's arousal ran off of it. Y/N nodded and then squealed as he lifted her up and holding her against the wall entered her in one hard thrust.
"You are so fucking tight, Y/N," he groaned out as he moved in and out of Y/N at a furious pace. He held her up with his right forearm and used the thumb of his injured hand to rub over her clit once again.
"I need you to cum for me one more time, can you do that baby?" Sam begged.
Y/N couldn't answer as he kept pounding in and out of her. She didn't need to though as her body answered for her and she pulled up hard as her orgasm hit her like a mack truck.
Sam was not far behind her and she felt his warm release inside of her. He stood still encased in her for a moment as he rode out the waves of pleasure. They both breathed hard and he placed his forehead against hers as they recovered.
After a few moments, they had calmed down and were both smiling like fools.
"Are we alone?" Y/N asked.
"Oh yeah, he got the hell out of dodge about the time I started falling apart. He's kind of a prude," Sam said with a smile in his voice.
Y/N laughed. "That'll show him," she said.
"Thank you, Y/N/N," Sam breathed out.
"Oh no, the pleasure was all mine. Well not all mine… what I mean is anytime," she said.
Sam smiled and drew his beautiful hazel eyes up to hers. "You are going to regret saying that," he smirked.
"I really don't think I am," she replied.
They cleaned up and straightened their clothes. Sam looked down at the watch on his wrist.
"Um, YN? I think we stayed after closing," he said, grinning.
"Oh shit," she replied. She cracked the door and they heard the sound of a vacuum cleaner down the hall.
They snuck out of the restroom and the hallway and just got out of the door before the janitor turned around and caught them. They giggled as they ran to Sam's car and climbed in.
"Yeah, so I think that you should come stay in my room tonight," Y/N said with a huge grin.
"Oh, I think Dean would appreciate that," Sam said, looking her direction and smiling.
Sam reached over and grabbed Y'N's hand and held it as they made their way back to the motel. He rubbed gentle circles into her hand as they drove in comfortable silence.
He looked up into the rearview mirror where he could see Lucifer sitting arms crossed over his chest, classic bitch face present.
Sam pulled Y/N's hand up and placed a kiss on it as he looked deliberately into the mirror.
Oh not again!
And suddenly they were alone again.
A/N: This one was fun to write. I love Lucifer and especially Mark Pelligrino's performance. He is such as smart ass. I hope my readers enjoyed this as much as I did.