After fourteen chapters, it's time to apologize. I know that there are parts of this little story that had been a little rushed and for that I am sorry. The outline that I had written out for this was so... restricting that it was difficult to add information that I had not originally planned for. Chapters that should have been more dragged out, all of the information that should have been explained more thoroughly... God I hope that you can forgive me.
I am so sorry!
I am also sorry about the amount of time it has taken to write this but I have been a little busy with a few other projects that I hope you enjoy. Serial killer Castiel, several one shots, and the fairy tales starring the Winchesters, and a little surprise for when this is all done and over with. Busy, busy, busy...
This chapter, which is crazy long for something that is not a one shot by the way, is for all of you who have stuck with me through everything that I have messed up. I don't deserve you guys!
I hope you enjoy the poorly written man loving!
*The Italian is translated at the bottom.*

Chapter 14: Best Date Ever

Dean was on his feet, the anger he had originally felt was now accompanied by fear. Why would Sam say that? Lucifer had not said anything that would warrant something so drastic! He had to stop this somehow.

Ignoring Dean as if he weren't there, Lucifer chuckled again, pulling Sam in for another kiss.

The shock of Sam's outburst outweighed the disgust of watching his brother and Lucifer making out like a couple of love struck teens. Dean's mind was still reeling about the thought of never being able to see Sam as Sam instead of Lucifer as Sam again. He was never going to see his brother...

Lucifer pulled away, brushing Sam's bottom lip with his thumb before placing one more kiss there. "I love you Sam. You are the sweetest man, and I have no idea how I managed to trick you into loving me back." It was Sam's turn to laugh. "But I can't take you up on your offer."

"Why not? I am your true vessel."

"Yes, but I can't do that to you."

Dean had never felt so confused. Deciding not to say anything about what he did not understand, he sat back on the bed, rubbing his temples.

"Listen, Micheal has not asked Dean to be his vessel yet, so lets not worry about it just yet. We will cross that bridge when we get to it. In the mean time, why don't we just spend as much time as we can together?" Lucifer reasoned and Sam nodded in agreement.

"Thank you Sammy." He gave Sam another kiss before getting to his feet, followed by his hunter. "Hey, what do you say I take you on a real date tomorrow night? You know, court you properly."

"Sounds good." Sam smiled, already excited about the possibilities.

With the flapping of wings, Lucifer was gone.

...

Dean was quiet all of the next day. He spent it watching trashy television and acting as if Sam was not there at all, stung by the way his brother seemed to be so eager to give in to his destiny. No matter what Sam said or did, Dean acted as if he were not there at all, including pretending Sam was a window as the younger man stood between his brother and the television.

Nothing.

Needless to say, it was a very long day.

Finally, at six, the silence was broken by the tell tale sound of wings fluttering through the air.

Dean acted as if he heard nothing.

"Hey Sammy," Lucifer grabbed his lover's hand in his own. "Are you ready?"

Both of them looked at Dean, expecting him to break and say something but the hunter remained silent.

"Yeah. Let's go."

Lucifer touched Sam's forehead and both of them were gone.

Dean turned off the television, sitting up in bed. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, he began to pray.

"Micheal, I don't know if you can hear me or not but..." He let out a sigh. "Look, I don't want to have anything to do with your stupid war with Lucifer but if Sam says yes to him then I lose everything. I'm nothing without Sam. If he says yes to your brother, I will say yes to you. I will be your vessel."

There was no indication that he had been heard but it was out there.

He made his choice.

...

Sam did not know what to expect when it came to going on a date with Lucifer but he was not expecting to be standing outside a restaurant. Somehow it didn't seem like Lucifer.

Looking around, Sam knew it was one of those places he would never be able to pay for. Self conscious, Sam looked down at himself expecting to see the familiar flannel and his good jeans. Instead, he found himself in an expensive looking black suit he had never seen before.

Looking over at Lucifer he noticed that he was wearing something similar, though his was white.

"What?" Lucifer ran his hands down the material of the jacket he was wearing. "I clean up good."

Sam had to agree, he did look good.

"Where are we?" Sam asked, looking around again, taking in the cobble stone streets and the buildings that were pressed against each other.

"Italy. We are at al little place run by demons. It is called Fovea." Ignoring the line waiting outside the building, Lucifer led Sam into the dimly lit interior.

The hostess seemed momentarily shocked to see them, but regained her composure quickly, bowing to them. "Se ti maggese me, Maestro." She led the two of them to a small table.

"Wow," Sam looked around at the other patrons. The couples sitting at the small tables, holding hands and kissing. "This is not what I was expecting." He tried not to stare at all of the lovers around him, sitting at the candle lit tables as he sat at his own.

"Why not? What could be more evil than making people pay hundreds of dollars on a meal?" Lucifer pointed out, earning a laugh.

Sam looked down at his meal, disappointed that nothing was in english and he did not know any italian. Latin he knew, italian was completely foreign to him. Not to mention the only italian food he was familiar with was spaghetti.

He felt self conscious again.

"What's wrong, Sam?" Lucifer asked, skimming his own menu.

"Nothing," Sam mumbled, closing his own book. It's not as if he could read it anyway.

"Come on, Sam. Don't be like that." He reached across the table, taking his lover's hand in his own, and squeezing it lightly. "Do you want to go somewhere else?"

"No, it's just..." Sam looked around him at all of the lovers enjoying their meals. "Growing up, I lived off of fast food, greasy spoons, and bar food. I've never had anything so fancy."

Lucifer smiled at the hunter, loving the way he looked as if he wanted nothing more than to crawl under the table. It stirred something inside of him that he had long ago forgotten he possessed. "Listen. If all you want is spaghetti and garlic bread than order spaghetti and garlic bread. You don't have to do anything you don't want." He squeezed Sam's hand one last time before letting go. "Besides, the spaghetti here is excellent."

Sam nodded, mutely, continuing to take in the romantic atmosphere around him as Lucifer decided what it is that he wanted.

"You said this place is called Fovea. What does that mean?" Sam asked, looking for something for them to talk about.

"Literally, this place is called The Pit." Lucifer took a drink of his water, enjoying the look of bewilderment on Sam's face. "I thought it was funny."

"This place seems to be aimed for lovers, why would they go to The Pit for a romantic evening?" Sam asked, more to himself than anything.

Lucifer looked around as well, at the lovers holding hands, kissing, and genuinely loving one another in the classiest way they could in such a public place. "Funny how things turn out, don't you think?"

A waiter approached their table, looking from Lucifer to Sam, and bowing. "

Ciao Maestro. Posso offrirle un bicchiere di vino?"

"Sì, la migliore bottiglia si ha." Lucifer smiled at Sam, winking when the waiter was not looking.

"Naturalmente, Maestro." The waiter bowed once more before excusing himself from their little table.

"Do you like wine, Sam?" Lucifer asked, propping his chin in his hand, staring at the hunter with a gleam in his eyes.

Sam let out a nervous chuckle, looking down at the burgundy table cloth. " Does boxed wine count?"

Lucifer chucked, making Sam blush. "No, I'm sorry, boxed wine does not count."

Sam shrugged, trying to seem more nonchalant than he felt. Everything about this place made Sam feel uncomfortable. Being a hunter, Sam did not like to be anywhere he would be unable to protect himself if needed- and not understanding the language was one of those things, he guessed.

Lucifer cocked his head to the side. "Are you sure you want to be here? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." Sam did not look up from the table cloth. "I was under the impression that this is what humans did on dates."

Sam shrugged. He guessed this is what most people thought was the perfect date with someone they loved but not to Sam. Everything seemed so artificial. It was as if they were boasting their wealth and class more so than spending time with the one they loved.

"A little." He confessed, feeling guilty that he was ruining Lucifer's date.

To his surprise, the Archangel smiled at him. "Then how about we get out of here and do something more... appropriate?"

The waiter reapeared holding a dark bottle of wine that he showed Lucifer. "1997 Castello Di Brioli ottimo anno. Fatto con uve sangiovese ..." He rattled off, stopping only when the Archangel held up his hand to silence the waiter Sam supposed was a demon.

"Grazie ma noi non staremo." Lucifer stood up, smoothing down his suit, and Sam followed his lead, unsure what was going on.

"Molto buon Maestro, si prega di prendere il vino." The waiter bowed, holding the bottle out to his master who took it.

"Come on, Sammy. Let's get out of here."

...

They were in a field in the middle of nowhere, sitting on a blanket under the night sky. A full moon shined down on them, surrounded by stars. Sam would be lieing if he said it wasn't beautiful.

"And to make it perfect," Lucifer caught Sam's attention, who was relieved to see was back to wearing his usual flannel. Smiling, he pulled a bottle of Jim Beam Black out of seemingly nowhere.

Sam laughed as Lucifer opened the bottle, taking the first drink before passing the bottle. "Booze and stars, what could be more perfect?"

"Is this more appropriate or what?"

"Definitely." Sam said, holding out the bottle to Lucifer, enjoying the slow burn of bourbon as it made it's way to his stomach.

This was the good life.

"I am sorry about the Fovea scene." Lucifer said, swallowing another mouth full of bourbon.

"Don't worry about it." Sam grabbed the bottle back.

"I should have known better," the Archangel sighed, leaning back onto his arms to look at the sky above them. "Your not a high class woman."

Sam laughed. "But I'm a low class woman?" He feigned being hurt. Low class woman indeed.

Lucifer laughed as well, snatching the bottle back and taking a swig. "I mean, you appreciate the little things in life. Social status, money, and other artificial characteristics mean nothing to you. I'm sorry for thinking it was something you would enjoy. I should have know better."

"Hey, it's okay. This is more than perfect." Sam said, poking Lucifer in the forehead to ruin the little moment they were having. Placing the bottle in the grass so that it would not fall over, he leaned back as well, laying next to his lover.

With a chuckle, Lucifer pulled him closer so that the hunter was laying on his chest. Listening to his Archangel's steady heartbeat, he was content to lay in the 'bitch' position even as Lucifer ran his fingers through Sam's hair. It felt nice.

His Archangel. He liked the sound of that.

The two of them laid like that for a long time, staring up at the sky, enjoying being in the presence of their respected lover and the time they had together.

"Hey, Sammy," Lucifer mumbled, his fingers still playing absently with the hunter's hair.

"Hmmm?"

"Can I kiss you?" It was an odd request after the night before but it made Sam smile all the same. It was as if he were still trying to convince him that he was not going to do anything against Sam's will.

Scooting up, he looked into those beautiful grey eyes Sam had grown to love. This was the man who was supposed to be his enemy- the devil himself- but looking at him now he couldn't quite remember why that meant they had to hate each other. A part of him wondered how crazy everything was while everything else told him just how perfect it was Them together.

Gently, he brushed his nose against Lucifer's/ "Ask and you shall receive."

It was a gentle kiss, a pressing of their lips, but it was enough to make Sam's heart beat frantically in his chest like a young school girls.

Pressing harder, their mouthes worked together, their tongues meeting almost playfully. One of Lucifer's hands wandered down to play along the line of skin that had peeked out along his waist line when he had adjusted his position, his other hand was still in his hair, tugging lightly.

Sam cupped Lucifer's face with his free hand, their kiss still slow and intimate.

"Sammy," the Archangel mumbled, getting his lover's attention. Sam pulled back slightly, licking his lips as if he could still taste him.

"I have one more request if it is not too much trouble." He brushed his thumb across the hunter's cheek.

"Anything." His hazel eyes shining bright at making his lover happy.

Lucifer sat up, his hand still in Sam's hair, using the other to brush Sam's lips.

"I want you to make love to me, Sam Winchester. You have already proven that you are mine by agreeing to be my vessel when the time comes. Now, prove that I am yours."

Sam bit his lip, blushing slightly. "I don't know what I'm doing. I've only ever been with you and I'm pretty sure you used your angel mojo so that it did not hurt..."

"Please. I am not below begging you."

There was something in him that responded to Lucifer's words. Something that wanted to prove that Lucifer did belong to him.

Lucifer belonged to him.

Lucifer

belonged to him.

A rush of something swept through Sam. Something that he had never felt before. A need to dominate the Archangel and prove to him just who he belonged to.

Sam had always been a gentle lover, his first goal was to make sure his bed mate was satisfied before chasing his own high but now there was something raw and unbridled coursing through his veins.

He liked it.

Lucifer smiled at the sight before him, of Sam exploring the passion and heat he had unlocked inside of him.

"What's going on?" Sam growled, glaring at the buttons on Lucifer's shirt as if they had personally insulted him.

"I unlocked the... let's call it passion, inside of you. It's there, you just don't give in to it. Now you will have no choice." Lucifer told him, smiling lazily.

"There wont be much love making. More like rough fucking." Sam warned, gritting his teeth against the urge to jump the man next to him.

"I love you. You love me. True love is not holding back." He laid back on the blanket, his hands above his head, legs slightly apart, enjoying the hungry look on his lover's face. "So don't hold back."

That was all Sam needed. Baring his teeth at his lover, Sam returned to Lucifer's mouth, his hands wondering down the Archangel's body to rip and pull at the t-shirt there in a desperate act to feel his skin under his hands.

Biting at Lucifer's lips, his hands wandered down the planes of his chest and abdomen, making the muscles quiver under his fingers, before working with the buckle and zipper of the man's jeans.

Lucifer chuckled at the enthusiasm. "So greedy." He mumbled as Sam roughly pulled the other man's jeans down his hips and thighs. Lucifer attempted to kick off of the boots Sam had over looked, making the hunter growl in frustration.

The Archangel sat up, helping Sam remove his boots, socks, and the remains of his shirt. Once those troublesome items were removed, Sam attacked his mouth again, running his hands over every inch of Lucifer's skin he could reach. Exploring, gripping, clawing, and over all enjoying the way his lover writhed beneath him.

"What about you, love? Are you going to get naked too?" Lucifer asked, licking his lips and running his eyes down Sam's form as if he were able to see through his clothing.

Nodding, Sam's hands went to his own shirt to pull at the buttons as quickly as he could while Lucifer went to work on his jeans. GEtting frustrated with the shirt all together, he ripped at the fabric, enjoying the way the buttons flew in every direction before pulling the plain under shirt over his head. Lucifer pushed his jeans over his hips while Sam toed off his boots.

Once he was free of his clothing, he lunged at Lucifer in a fury of kisses and groping hands. Nipping his way down his lover's jaw and throat, he let his hands wander down to grab the other man's member in his hand.

Lucifer raked his finger nails down Sam's back, making the hunter arch into him before squeezing his lover's ass.

Sam continued to kiss down Lucifer's chest, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin before licking and kissing the marks he left in his wake. While Sam was distracted, Lucifer grabbed the hunter's hand, shoving his fingers into his mouth to coat them in saliva.

"Are you sure?" Sam asked against the muscles of his lover's abdomen. He was used to more foreplay with his female companions and he did not want to hurt him.

"You're holding back. Now give it to me, boy." Lucifer growled, his eyes flashing. With his own growl, Sam pulled his fingers away, flipping the Archangel onto his stomach, his face against the blanket, and pulling his ass into the air.

"Do it."

Sam took one of his wet finger's and placed it at Lucifer's opening. "I love you." He shoved the finger in, making Lucifer's breathing hitch. He waited a moment, enjoying the the heat and clenching of the muscle around his finger.

Not giving the other man much time to adjust, Sam began moving, thrusting his finger in and out of his lover, watching as Lucifer bit his lip and squeezing his eyes shut against the sensation, stifling the noises to soft squeaks.

"Your holding back, Luci." Sam pulled out long enough to add a second finger making the Archangel shudder and groan at the burn. "I want to hear you." He began pumping his hand. Lucifer groaned at the feeling of being stretched out, Sam making scissoring motions every now and then.

Adding the third finger, Lucifer cried out, the pain now pleasure. Sam kissed the man's sweat sheened back, thrusting into him. Lucifer was panting hard as the sea of feeling he did not understand washed over him. The feelings were different than what he felt when he was the one dominating. It wasn't bad, just different.

"Sam..." Lucifer moaned as the hunter began scissoring again, stretching the muscle. "Please!" He let out a strangled sound of want.

Sam pulled his fingers away, noticing just how badly Lucifer's knees were shaking. He reached forward, placing a gentle kiss to his lover's lips.

He adjusted his position, getting to his knees behind his lover. Spitting on his hand, he lubed himself up as best as he could before pressing himself to Lucifer's entrance. "I love you." He pushed himself in, trying not to shove his way inside, making Lucier writhe under him, making high pitched noises Sam couldn't identify but wondered if they were enochian.

Taking the sounds as a good sign, Sam began moving, thrusting in and out of his lover.

Sam upped his pace, clinging to Lucifer's hips as he pounded into Lucifer, hard and fast, making the Archangel cry out and whimper.

"Sammy! Uh... I don't..." Lucifer choked out, his breathing labored, clenching around the hunter, letting out a low moan.

"I know. Relax." Sam panted, slamming into Lucifer, reaching for his own release. "Just let go." He knew he was going to leave bruises on his hips but couldn't bring himself to ease his grip.

It was a high pitched noise, almost a scream, the muscles of Lucifer's body quivering, and he was tipped over the edge, painting the blanket beneath him in his pleasure.

Biting his lip, Sam slowed down but thrusted into his lover harder, Lucifer still moaning under him. His own release came soon after, filling his lover.

Slowly, he pulled out, letting Lucifer roll onto his side, his breathing still labored.

Sam followed, curling up behind his angel, holding him close.

"Best. Date. Ever." Lucifer chuckled.

Sam had to agree.
...

I have no idea if those translations are correct I used a translation app on my phone haha. For those of you who, like myself, do not speak Italian, here is what my phone says they mean.
Se ti maggese me, Maestro.- If you will fallow me, Master.
Ciao maestro. Posso offrirle un bicchiere di vino?- Hello, Master. May I offer you a glass of wine?
Sì, la migliore bottiglia si ha.-Yes, the best bottle you have.
Naturalmente, Maestro.- Of course, Master.
1997 Castello Di Brioli, ottimo anno. fatto con uve sangiovese ...- 1997 Castello Di Brioli, excellent year. Made with sangiovese grapes...
Grazie, ma noi non staremo.- Thak you, but we wont be staying.
Molto buon Maestro, si prega di prendere il vino.- Very good Master, please take the wine.