It was well past midnight when they made it into Oregon. Lucifer had basically passed out in the passenger seat, now curled toward the window where Sam had put the top of the car back over them against the chilly night air.
He had to admit it unnerved him seeing Lucifer like this. He was even contemplating finding him more demon blood, but the archangel had yet to explicitly ask, and Sam felt uneasy about taking the initiative himself for such a thing, worried it would suggest he was too eager to have hold of the substance.
Sighing, Sam flexed his fingers on the wheel, watching each passing road sign in hopes of finding one pointing toward a motel. It was only looking at one such sign near the entrance to a small side street, that Sam caught the hint of movement out of the corner of his eye.
Slowing the car to a stop, grateful the road was otherwise empty, Sam squinted down the narrow road to his right. He was sure he'd seen something, and not wanting to live with wondering, Sam quickly turned the car in that direction.
The streets appeared deserted. The shops were mostly closed, or even boarded up and not in use. Sam was about to give up, thinking perhaps he'd just seen a fox or something, when he turned another corner to spot a black van parked up the road. Its side door on the pavement side was open, and Sam could just see someone being forced into it.
He contemplated getting out and running over, but the attacker had already slammed the door shut and was clambering into the passenger seat, whoever was driving having started the engine. The van pulled away, quickly turning left up ahead.
Sam followed, staying just far enough behind to avoid letting them know they were being followed, but close enough to see where the van went.
It soon headed out of the town, onto a long road than ran between fields either side, that soon built up into forest.
Knowing on the straight stretch, the car's headlights would easily be seen in the van's mirror, Sam cut them off, hoping there were no other vehicles that would appear and cause a possible accident.
Luck seemed to be on his side for once, and the road remained empty beside the van up ahead as Sam followed for a good twenty minutes. They were getting further and further into a rural area, and Sam could now see the silhouettes of the mountains approaching in the distance.
They headed right off road onto a dirt track through the forest. Another ten minutes passed until, finally, deep into the mass of trees, the van slowed and pulled up to a stop.
Sam parked a good distance behind it, squeezing the car in between a thick area of greenery to keep it out of sight. He could just about make out the van up ahead, where three figures were being dragged from the back now by a group of men.
Sam glanced at Lucifer, who had remained unconscious. He contemplated waking him, but he knew Lucifer would insist on accompanying him. So making the decision, Sam leant over and kissed the archangel's cheek, before slipping out of the car.
Slipping his gun into the back of his waistband, Sam pulled his duffel bag from the boot, finding within it a large machete and grasping it firmly.
Closing the boot, Sam began to creep into the forest, following where he'd seen the captors begin hauling their victims down a steep slope into the undergrowth.
They walked for only two minutes or so before stopping. Heart pounding, Sam hid around a corner, watching them torment and tease their victims, who cried and whimpered through the gags in their mouths. Sam could just make out a wall made of wood, surely part of a building, through which a woman emerged, grinning at the captives. Her mouth opened and sharp teeth appeared.
"Hey!"
Sam sprung out from between the trees quick enough to catch the nearest two off guard. He swung the machete and sliced their heads clean off, only for the other two to bear their fangs and leap toward him. Sam dodged out the way, only avoiding the attack by throwing himself to the ground, where one of them leapt on him.
Sam writhed and kicked, doing anything to avoid the creature biting him. He managed to swing the machete to the side at an awkward angle, only managing to hack at the vampire's neck, but making it cry out and draw back just long enough to properly take its head off.
Of course, that only left him open for the last one to jump on him, and Sam stuck the machete out in hopes of striking it, but the creature avoided the assault. It was all he could do to hold it back as the two of them fought and wrestled on the ground, sam finding himself nearly bitten several times, before finally, he managed to scramble away just enough to have space to swing the machete straight into the vampire's neck.
Its head fell to the ground and rolled across the dirt, the body collapsing with a dry thud.
The three victims were stood staring, wide-eyed, before Sam regained his composure and firmly told them to run and get somewhere safe and to not look back.
The two girls, and one boy- who looked barely more than a teenager- didn't seem inclined not to listen, quickly scrambling away up the slope and out of sight.
Kneeling on the ground, Sam sighed, wrinkling his nose as he looked around at the rather unpleasant remains of the bodies. At least out here, it shouldn't be too difficult to clear up, but still the thought of hauling the dismembered corpses around was unpleasant.
Sighing, Sam pushed himself up, only then taking notice of the door where the female vampire had come from. For a few moments, he just stopped and stared in surprise at what he had found. "Oh, wow..."
It was a large, but pleasant looking wooden cabin. He was currently only looking at a side door, but quickly heading round to the front, Sam found it had a little set of stone steps leading to the door, and even a balcony on the second floor. The building was nestled snugly amongst the trees, though its pointed roof stretched up high. The windows were blocked out, surely due to the vampires dislike of sunlight, but the place looked clean and well taken care of.
Sam made his way up to the front door, briefly worried there were more vampires lurking within, but he was sure they could have come running out to assist the others by now. Even so, he opened the door slowly, but upon peeking inside, it quickly became clear the place was empty.
There was a set of wooden stairs leading up to the next floor. A spacious living room occupied most of the ground floor, with a modern kitchen space off to the side, near the large wooden dining table at the back by a set of french doors. The furniture was plush and comfortable-looking, surrounding a glass coffee table and a large, flat-screen television.
For a few moments, Sam just stared in wonder at this little haven, mind racing. Vampires wouldn't like anyone coming down here, so the place was surely owned outright and completely private. And he had just killed the current residents, meaning he was likely the only being who now knew about this place.
Wandering further inside, Sam studied the polished countertops and homely wooden beams. There were a few odd possessions scattered, which Sam recognised unpleasantly as things the vampires owned, but they could easily be gotten rid of.
His sharp hearing caught the sound of quick footsteps outside, and Sam tensed, only to breathe a sigh of relief as Lucifer appeared in the doorway.
"Sam," he acknowledge upon seeing him. "Here you are."
"Sorry," Sam said. "I found the vampires who had been doing the killing around here and followed them. They're dead now."
"I saw the bodies," Lucifer said. He headed over to Sam, stopping just before him. "You were reckless to take that many on alone, Sam. But I see your skills are as sharp as ever."
Sam smiled shyly at the compliment, face pinking slightly as he turned away to lay his machete down on the counter, feeling out of place to be holding it now in such a pleasant place.
"Where are we?" Lucifer asked, looking around the their enclosure.
Sam shrugged. "This must have been their nest. It's nice, don't you think?"
Lucifer made a slow job of studying the place, before nodding. "It is rather pleasant. Peaceful."
"I was thinking..." Sam began, then trailed off. Was this silly? Just a stupid fantasy?
"What?" Lucifer pressed.
Sam swallowed, before continuing. "I was thinking we could stay here."
Lucifer frowned. "Here?" He looked round at the cabin once more.
"It's out of the way," Sam said quickly. "No one would know we're here. We could travel out to get food, and for hunts, but this could be like... like a home."
For a few long moments, Lucifer just stared at him. "A home?" he repeated eventually.
Cautiously, Sam nodded.
Slowly, Lucifer turned and walked into the living area, stopping by the stone fireplace. There was a large mirror above it, in which Sam could glimpse his face enough to see he was looking down at the fire. With nothing more than a thought, it blared to life.
"You should be saving your power," Sam said quietly. "I forgot to ask. Are you okay now?"
"I've recovered enough to not be about to pass out," Lucifer replied. He turned to face Sam. "We can stay here if you wish, Sam. I'd prefer it to those grimy motels."
Sam smiled. "Great. I'll go get everything from the car."
"I can deal with those bodies outside," Lucifer said, already heading toward the door. "be careful, Sam."
Sam nodded, taking off at a jog as soon as he reached the outside. The car was hidden well enough and it had an alarm, which he made sure to set after taking out their bags, locking the doors and heading back down to the cabin.
He heard movement a little way over to the cabin's right, and following it curiously, he found Lucifer throwing the last of the vampire bodies into a fast running stream of water. It was deep enough for them to quickly sink as they travelled down it. Once the horrid sight was gone, Sam couldn't help but admire the view of the water running amongst the trees and rocks.
Without a word, Lucifer turned and headed back toward the cabin, climbing the steps and heading inside as Sam followed.
Sam collected up the few vampires' things- old magazines, a hairbrush, a few cheap bits of jewelry- and threw them in the bin. He took down the covers on the windows, pleased to be able to see the pleasant view outside. Glancing up at the clock, he was shocked to see it was now three in the morning.
"Man," Sam muttered. "It's late. I should get to bed. Do you want to come?" He paused as he realised what he'd said, blushing, and mentally blaming it on tiredness.
Lucifer smiled fondly at him, gently reaching up and running his fingertips down the side of Sam's face. "Always so sensitive, Sammy. You do realise I am aware of the thoughts that go through your head?"
"You're reading my mind?" Sam questioned, face shocked.
Lucifer looked amused. "It's not as simple as that. Minds aren't like an open book. I do occasionally catch glimpses of ideas, hints of feelings."
Sam groaned. "I hate your powers sometimes."
"I don't," Lucifer responded, leaning in and catching his lips in a gentle kiss.
It was then that Sam became aware that he was covered in mud and not particularly very presentable, after literally fighting on the ground. "I'm filthy," he said, breaking the kiss. "I'm going to go shower."
Lucifer nodded. "Shall we go explore upstairs then, Sammy?"
Sam smiled. "Yeah. Can you get rid of any old vampire stuff you find?"
"Consider it done."
They headed up the stairs together. The upper level was equally pleasant, a sectioned off bedroom, and a full bathroom with a modern shower, and even a large bath that fitted into the shape of the corner.
Sam found himself towels, taking a moment to check out the pleasant and large bedroom where Lucifer was already throwing out clothes. There was a sizable double bed, though Sam made note to change the covers before going to sleep. Each side of the bed was a small side table with a lamp each, and a dresser under the window.
Smiling, Sam slipped into the bathroom. The shower was efficient, both with water pressure and being pleasantly warm. He would have gladly stayed under there for a while, but forced himself to emerge, knowing he had to change the sheets before he could get to bed.
Only after shutting the water off did Sam realise he'd forgotten to bring a clean change of clothes up with him. Sighing, he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed downstairs to get his duffel bag.
Lucifer wasn't in the bedroom, and sure enough, Sam found him on the ground floor, having taken the CDs they'd brought out of the bag and lain them out on the table. "I still don't get what they do," he said.
Sam couldn't help but chuckle. "I'll show you tomorrow," he promised.
Lucifer glanced up at him, gaze pausing on Sam's figure as he studied his attire, or rather, lack of.
Sam didn't notice, busy ruffling through his duffel bag for a clean pair of boxers, holding the towel up with one hand which had caused it to slip on one side so it was hanging rather low on his hips.
Sam hadn't heard Lucifer approach. He jumped when the archangel's cool fingers suddenly brushed down his bare side. Lucifer just let his hand rest there, however, stopping just on the curve of his waist.
"They call me prideful," Lucifer said softly, almost whimsically. "And usually I would object, but I have to confess that when I first saw you, I did feel a distinct pride in that my vessel was so... aesthetically pleasing."
Sam shifted self-consciously, staring down at the mess of clothes in his bag. "I'm not-"
To his surprise, Lucifer gently shushed him, pressing a finger to his lips. "Enough, Sam. I've heard more than I would like to of you talking yourself down. No more. You are beautiful, Sam."
"If you were going to essentially be me at one point, isn't that kind of vain?" Sam found himself saying. God, where had that confidence come from? Had he really just flirted with the devil? And suddenly he was facing Lucifer properly, well aware of how low the towel was hanging on his hips and the way Lucifer was looking at it with distinct appreciation.
"You are a part of me, Sam," Lucifer said softly. "You say you love me, and you should love yourself the same."
Sam didn't know what to say to that, so he settled for kissing him.
Lucifer pulled him closer, pressing him against the back of the sofa which he'd been leaning over to access his duffel bag. He deepened the kiss, smirking when Sam's lips parted for him and he plunged his tongue into the pink cavern of Sam's mouth.
Sam's hands were shaking. He had one hand gripping at Lucifer's jacket, the other just about hanging onto the towel, but when it began to slip in his hold, he steeled his nerves and let it fall. He'd waited long enough for this.
Besides, he was now free to pull Lucifer's clothes off, quickly tearing his jacket down his arms and throwing it aside. He got rid of his jumper soon after, fingers quickly falling to pull at his belt as Lucifer stepped out of his shoes and kicked them out the way.
They were stumbling about the room as they pulled at each other now, nearly falling over each other as Lucifer removed his jeans and socks, leaving odd items of clothes scattered across the floor.
Sam's hands slipped under the waistband of his boxers, clawing at soft flesh, before deciding the clothing was a frustrating inconvenience and pulling it off.
They were both now naked. Sam had never really been up close with another naked man before. Sexuality had never been that much of a big deal to him, or something he'd really troubled himself with, and he'd kissed the odd guy when drunk here and there. But Lucifer was something else, a physical manifestation of something so pure, so utterly lovable to him. The attractive physical form was just a bonus. And Sam- much to his private embarrassment- had never found girls quite... vigorous enough for his needs. So it was a distinct thrill when Lucifer all but picked him up and threw him down onto the sofa.
He barely had time to comprehend what was happening before Lucifer was on top of him, pressing full against him, knees knocking against his, chest to chest, hip to hip. Sam could feel something thick and warm pressing against his thigh, gasping just as Lucifer covered his mouth with a kiss.
His hands had apparently developed a mind of their own, rather bolder than his nerves had planned on being. He dug his fingertips into every spot of flesh he could find, mapping out Lucifer's whole body by touch as if he were trying to memorise it. The flesh of his back and sides was soft, but if he tightened his hold he could feel the powerful flex of muscles underneath. When Lucifer pulled back from his lips to attack his neck with kisses, Sam took a moment just to watch the seductive flew of his shoulder muscles, running his hands over them appreciatively while Lucifer was busy no doubt leaving marks all over his neck.
He had to admit he was curious as to how this worked with an angel. There was a lingering thought in the back of his mind that this wasn't actually Lucifer. Was Nick aware of this? Wasn't he technically actually doing this to the vessel? Though of course the little movement and mannerisms were all Lucifer. But did Lucifer feel it like he did?
A hazy, light-headed kind of curiosity overtook him. He slid a hand down between them, finding the erect length of the other's cock and gently taking it into his hand.
To his surprise and satisfaction, Lucifer actually faltered, breath hitching as he drew back to look at him.
"What's it feel like?" Sam asked, experimentally beginning to stroke his hand up and down. He'd done this to himself enough times, but it was rather strange to be doing it to someone else. "What's it like for an angel?"
"It's hardly unpleasant," Lucifer muttered, voice breathy and eyes half-lidded as he stared down at Sam. "I am completely in control of this vessel, Sam. When I was in you, could you not feel that I invaded every nerve of your body? I assure you I feel everything."
"Can Nick feel it?"
Lucifer gave him an unamused look. "Nick is completely unconscious, shoved very deep into a compartment of his own mind. This is not a threesome, Sam."
Sam bit back a laugh, running the pad of his thumb over the head of Lucifer's cock, and watching his hips shudder with satisfaction. "But when you were in me, I could still feel everything."
"Because I let you," Lucifer replied. "I told you, Sam. I always intended for us to do things together. Two halves of a whole." He dipped down suddenly and kissed Sam again. "Now, would you object to me getting inside you once more?"
Sam grinned. "No objections. But this couch isn't going to hold us."
Lucifer pulled him down onto the floor where they landed on the thankfully thick and fluffy rug, a large piece of shaggy white fabric that tickled Sam's bare back. Lucifer braced his hands on the floor, fingers gripping amongst the material as he slowly ground his hips upward to brush their cocks together.
Sam couldn't stop the moan that choked its way up out of his throat, giving a mild glare at Lucifer's satisfied grin. He let his hands claw their way up Lucifer back, gripping over his shoulder blades as Lucifer leant down to rest their foreheads together, icy breath ghosting over Sam's face as he continued to gently let his erection drag against Sam's.
Had anything ever felt this good? And god, this was just foreplay, just them teasing each other. His cock was throbbing, already leaking and Sam was mildly worried he would come too early as Lucifer pulled long and sensuous kisses out of him.
Hand scrambling across the floor, he caught the strap of his duffel bag that had long been pushed to the floor, pulling it toward him so he could reach inside and hastily search through his belongings while Lucifer assaulted his neck once more.
Finally he found what he was looking for, a small tube of lotion he usually used after shaving. Hands shaking, he covered his palm, reaching down once more and lathering Lucifer's cock.
Lucifer gave a soft, half-sighed moan, drawing back to study Sam's flushed face as the hunter continued to caress him. "You are sure, Sam?"
Sam blinked, the question catching him by surprise.
"You know I'd never force you to do anything," Lucifer said softly.
Sam smiled, spreading his legs to the sides so Lucifer was forced to shift to lie between them. "I'm sure."
Kissing him lightly once more, Lucifer took the tube from him, coating his fingers before bring them down to Sam's entrance. Other hand braced by Sam's head, holding him up enough that Sam could continue what had now turned into a hand job, he eased a finger inside of him.
Sam sucked in a tight breath at the unfamiliar sensation, chest inflating, before he puffed out another shaky breath as Lucifer pushed in as far as he could. Sam had his feet braced on the floor, holding his hips up enough to give Lucifer access.
He let Lucifer put another finger inside him, spreading him open, before he softly told him to wait, feeling Lucifer pull out of him before he turned onto his front and getting onto his knees.
Lucifer ran a gentle hand along his back, briefly massaging across his shoulder. "You want it like this?"
Sam nodded shakily. "Like this," he confirmed.
He tried to relax his muscles as Lucifer carefully guided him to spread his legs a little further, before using his fingers to scissor him open. Fingers griping the carpet, Sam sucked in a shaky gasp as he felt the damp head of Lucifer's cock against entrance, before something thick pushed inside of him in place of Lucifer's fingers.
"I'll stop if you want me to," Lucifer told him.
"I know," Sam said.
It was uncomfortable at first, a strange, unfamiliar feeling of being stretched. But he bared it, shifting his hips a little as Lucifer pushed inside of him, adjusting themselves until they fit around each other and it began to feel easier, more comfortable, until finally as Lucifer thrust slowly deeper into him it began to feel good.
"Okay?" Lucifer whispered, hands trailing slowly over his hips.
Breathless, Sam nodded, cock leaking onto the carpet. He couldn't have spoken if he tried, vocal cords only producing an incomprehensible series of moans and grunts as Lucifer began to pull in and out of him.
His arms were shaking, fingers clawing at the carpet with each thrust. He felt Lucifer's fleshy torso press up against his back, arms slipping around him, pulling him back and upright, legs spreading further to accommodate as he found himself held against Lucifer chest, the archangel never faulting in his rhythm as he thrust up inside of him.
He felt Lucifer's breathy chuckle against the nape of his neck as he succeeded in drawing a scream out of him. Sam couldn't find it within himself to care, now very glad for the isolation of their new hideaway as a series of cries and groans and curses choked their way out of his throat. "Lucifer..."
A hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with each thrust. Lucifer's touch surely couldn't be human with such perfect application of pressure and gentle caresses that had Sam shivering in his hold. He let his head fall back, mouth opening with a stifled scream as, hips shuddering, he came hard over Lucifer's fingers and the previously clean white rug.
Gasping, shaking all over, Sam almost whimpered. He was just coming down from the overwhelming, sensual high, when Lucifer groaned and pulled him closer, breath chilling his ear as Sam felt the archangel tremble against his back. Lucifer came inside of him, cum filling him and leaking out around Lucifer's cock.
For a few long moments, they just stayed as they were, Lucifer basically holding him upright, Sam's head lolled back against his shoulder, Lucifer's face buried in his neck. Finally, Lucifer sighed, raising his head and kissing just under Sam's ear, before slowly pulling out of him.
Sam moaned softly at the movement, swaying backwards slightly, but Lucifer caught him.
Turning sluggishly to look over his shoulder at the archangel, for a few moments, Sam just stared at Lucifer face as flushed as his own, lips slightly parted, before he managed to find his voice. "That was... wow..."
That seemed to please Lucifer who grinned, pulling Sam into his embrace as they both all but collapsed onto the floor together, neither finding it within them to care about the slight mess and the sweat of their skin.
Sam spotted a fleece blanket thrown over the arm of a nearby chair and managed to stretch his long arm over to pull it down. Half-heartedly straightening it out, he covered the two of them, shuffling up close to Lucifer and nestling against the archangel with a contented sigh. "Love you."
Lucifer smiled, kissing his forehead, before tucking Sam's head under his chin. "Welcome home, Sammy."