Lucifer was sitting in the library looking at Linda through Sam's computer. "I don't see why you're bothering with me, Doctor. Michael's the one you're supposed to be helping."

"I told you I would need to speak with you, Lucifer," Linda reminded him.

"Well, I don't see why? I'm not the one with jumbled brains," Lucifer grumbled.

"Did Amenadiel tell you what I spoke with him about?" Linda asked.

"No. he said you'd tell me yourself," Lucifer said. That had been highly irritating and disconcerting. The fact that his brother wouldn't tell him what was said made it quite clear that he was going to be pay for whatever it was.

Linda couldn't say she was surprised that Amenadiel hadn't told Lucifer. It might even be better than he hadn't. Lucifer might have refused to speak with her if he had. "I asked Amenadiel about the circumstances surrounding you being banished from your home."

"What for? That has nothing to do with what is going on now," Lucifer said.

"I don't agree. Whatever happened to Michael started with you," Linda said.

"I am not responsible for what happened to that ponce!" Lucifer protested loudly.

"I didn't say you were responsible, Lucifer. I said it started with you. I believe Michael's break began when you were kicked out," Linda said.

"That's ridiculous. Michael was perfectly sane when he cast me out. He was sane enough to call me evil. He sent me to Hell without any regard for the fact that he…"

"For the fact that he raised you?" Linda sked when he trailed off.

Lucifer didn't reply. He simply looked at his hands and attempted to get his emotions under control. He hated losing control like this, and he hated Michael even more for bringing them out now.

"You feel more betrayed by Michael than you do your father, don't you?" Linda asked.

"They're both bastards. There is no point in discussing this," Lucifer said.

"Clearly there is. What happened damaged both you and Michael," Linda said.

"Don't talk to me about the damage it did to Michael!" Lucifer exploded. "I was the one treated like a pariah and cast out of my own home, not him! He is the one that kicked me out! He wouldn't even listen to what I had to say! Father said I was to go, so Michael just did his bidding!"

"What about before? What was Michael like before he kicked you out. Was he like he is now?" Linda asked. She decided to turn things away from Lucifer being kicked out, at least for now. He was too close to completely shutting down to continue with that now.

Lucifer took a deep breath and calmed down a bit. "No, he's bloody crazy now."

"Amenadiel says he was different before you were forced to leave," Linda commented.

"I suppose. I can't say for sure what he was like afterwards, but from what I've heard, I'd say he was different. I suppose he was a little bit like he is now before. He wasn't deliriously happy, like now, but he was happy, though certainly strict. He was very unfun," Lucifer said.

"Would anyone consider their parent to be fun?" Linda asked, incurring a flinch from Lucifer. "That's what he was to you, wasn't he?"

Lucifer nodded after a minute. "That's close enough, I suppose. My parents were busy creating. It's not that they were never around, just not for day to day things. Michael was to take care of those things for me when they couldn't."

"How did you feel about him doing that?" Linda asked.

Lucifer shrugged. "I don't know. It was all I ever knew. How was I supposed to feel?"

"You must have wished for your parents to be around more."

"Certainly, but it wasn't as if I resented the arrangement. How could I resent something that had always been?" Lucifer asked.

"Do you think Michael resented it?" Linda asked.

"I never really gave it much thought," he said.

"Well, you mentioned that you took care of your younger brother. Did you ever resent it?" Linda asked.

"No," Lucifer said without even thinking about it. He'd loved Gabriel more than anything. In fact, the only person in the world he ever loved more was Jack. He would never wish to pawn his brother off on someone else.'

"Not once? It doesn't mean you don't love him, Lucifer," Linda assured him.

"No, I've never resented Gabriel. There have been times when I felt he would've faired better without me, but I never wished him away as someone else's problem. Now, perhaps some would say he shouldn't have been my responsibility, and there may be truth to that, but I'm not sorry that he was. Whether Michael felt the same about me, I don't now or care," Lucifer said firmly.

"I don't believe you don't care, Lucifer. The betrayal you feel in regard to him is clearly very immense," Linda said.

"What does any of this have to do with fixing Michael?" Lucifer asked.

Linda sighed. "I believe Michael's sanity began to fall apart long before he was tortured. I think began slowly falling apart when he was forced to kick you out. That's…"

"He wasn't forced! He chose," Lucifer interrupted.

"That's why he's so fixated on you. It's partially why he keeps calling you by your old name and why he can't remember you leaving," Linda said.

"He remembers deep down," Lucifer stated, thinking about what happened with Michael that morning.

"Yes, I agree. It's a painful memory for him. Look, what I'm saying is that you may be the key to helping your brother," Linda said.

"So, in order to heal Michael, I have to forgive him? Well, if that's the case, Doctor, he's not going to heal," Lucifer said harshly.

"I'm not saying you have to forgive him. I'm just saying that you need to deal with it with him. It will help not only him…"

"I am not putting myself though that all over again for that little bastard!" Lucifer said angrily before standing up.

"Lucifer, listen…"

Lucifer didn't hear anything else, as he shut the computer.

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Gabriel walked by Sam's room and could hear him moving around in there. He peeked in to see the hunter packing a bag. "Sam? You going somewhere?

Sam didn't even turn around as he continued to furiously pack his things. "The bastard thinks he can control me? He thinks he can keep me here against my will!"

Gabriel shut the door and went over to Sam. He gently took him by the arm. "Hey, stop for a minute. What's going on? What did your brother do this time?"

Sam stopped and looked at Gabriel. "He found out I was planning to leave with you all when you go to LA. He announced that he wasn't going to let me go with you. He wants to control me! I'm not doing it anymore, Gabriel. I know we can't go yet. I wouldn't want to leave until we save my mom anyway, but I'm not staying here with him!"

Gabriel sighed. He was dangerously close to trying to find out if his grace was strong enough for him to smite a human. If it was, it would likely drain whatever Grace he had, but he was almost willing to risk it to end Dean Winchester. "Okay, just calm down for a second. Dean can't stop you from leaving, okay? If he even tries, Luci and I will kick his ass."

"I know, but… Why can't he let me be happy? Does he want me to be miserable? I have the right to try to move on!"

"You do. Listen, you're gonna get the chance to be happy, Sam. He's not gonna stop you," Gabriel said.

Sam sat down on the bed and looked down at his hands in defeat. "I feel like he must want me to hate him. Well, I'm well on my way."

Gabriel sat next to him and put a hand on the back of his neck. "Things are going to get better, kiddo. We're gonna figure this all out and then we're gonna get out of here. You will get your chance to be happy."

Sam looked at Gabriel with longing, because what would really make him happy was Gabriel. He wanted to be with him so much. The urge to just lean forward and kiss him was great, so great that he couldn't resist going through with it.

Gabriel was shocked when the hunter abruptly kissed him, but not so much that he wasn't able to return his efforts.

Sam pulled away after a second, feeling like he'd done something terrible. Gabriel was the victim of torture. He wasn't even comfortable being touched very often. For all Sam knew, he'd just traumatized the hell out of the archangel. "I…I'm sorry, I…"

Gabriel easily shut Sam up by crashing his lips into the hunter.

Sam found himself pinned down to the bed seconds later, though his lips were released for a brief second. "Are you sure? I don't want to do anything that might hurt or upset you."

"I've been sure since I laid eyes on you, Sammy. Now, no more talking," Gabriel instructed.

Sam happily obliged. He just laid there as the man of his dreams began to undress him.