Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex

Chapter 9

Sam didn't know what to think, one minute he was happily enjoying the attentions of his lover and the next he was interrogating them. Those last words from Loki, there was no lie there. For whatever reason this powerful being, this god, wanted him like no other had before. Sure, Jessica had loved him, Sam knew that, but not like this. There was a type of power behind Loki's words, one Sam didn't know if he would be able to handle. The moment their lips touched Sam willing to try.

Holding Loki tight against him, Sam didn't care if the man was human or creature, he was so hot, so warm against his body, and so wonderfully inviting. If it wasn't for Dean in the room, Sam was sure he would have claimed the being again, because now that he was looking back at their first night together, that's what it had been, a claiming. Hearing a whimper as he gripped Loki's hip caused a rush of desire to flow through Sam. Loki didn't heal his marks.

Pulling back from Loki, Sam broke the kiss and placed is forehead on the others' panting slightly into his mouth. Opening his eyes, he saw Loki still had his closed and was trying to press himself more against Sam. Smiling Sam pecked Loki's lips a couple times before speaking, his voice soft while his hand on Loki's hip started to rub soothingly.

"Okay Loki, maybe it's a mistake but I trust you. We're going to need more than your word though, trust isn't exactly something that comes easy in our line of work."

Loki opened his eyes and while there was a flash of hurt in them, Sam watched as he nodded.

"There are a few rituals are out there which would bind me to my word. Not all of them will work with me being what I am, but most of the ones centered to gods will… the closer you get to the Old Norse ones, the better."

Humming his agreement, Sam decided to see how far the being was willing to compromise. He didn't know how much Loki meant to say, but there was a lot he brought up which they would have to address once Dean was sure the being wasn't lying to them.

"There's someone we can call who can point us in the right direction. What we need to do is figure out what we're going to do in the meantime."

Hearing a sigh from Loki, Sam was surprised when the man let go and took a step back. Once they were no longer touching Sam could see the guards the other was placing up. He tried to reach out to bring Loki back to him, but the god stepped out of reach and shook his head.

"When you have your ritual, we can talk then. I'm willing to swear my honesty to four people of your choosing. You two and two others. I would suggest you choose wisely as I will not do this again."

"Why four?"

"What are you going to be doing while we track this ritual down?"

Both Sam and Dean spoke at the same time, and while he hated it Sam could see the answer to Dean question in Loki's eyes. The god was going to leave, it was written in his posture, in the way he was holding himself and refusing to meet Sam's eyes for long. There was so much more he wanted to ask him, so much he needed to know. Would Loki really leave when they were still trying to figure this out, figure out what was between them?

"While you two figure out the ritual I'm going back to work. I have one more trick lined up here before I go home." Loki shrugged his shoulders before he straightened his spine and looked at the two of them directly. He was preparing for a fight, one he wasn't going to give up. What did it mean that Sam could see the change in posture for what it was so quickly? It was the same look Loki had when he was facing the carny, he was not going to be moved on this.

Holding his hand out to Dean who looked like he was about to argue, Sam figured he would be the best shot they had in trying to reason with Loki. "We can't simply stand here while you kill someone, Loki. I get it, okay? I get you want to help humanity by taking out people who are killing others… but you're still killing people."

He knew as soon as the words were out of his mouth that they were the wrong thing to say. He was proven right when Loki smirked at him and snapped his fingers. Nothing happened to the room, but Sam remembered that same motion before they arrived here and how it had caused things to appear. What had Loki done?

"Loki…"

"Seems like you can 'stand there' while I kill people. Normally I like to have a personal touch to my work, like to watch as my tricks are played out, but I guess I can make an exception. You two need to talk, I'm going to take my pup and go to one of my houses. When you're ready to perform the ritual pray to Loki and I'll be able to follow it to where you are."

Seeing he was about to snap away, Sam quickly reached out and grabbed the hand which was raised and tugged. Loki didn't budge, but he did raise an eyebrow at Sam instead of teleporting himself, so Sam counted it as a plus.

"I still have more questions, we need to talk about this Loki."

For a moment, the walls he had seen Loki bring up dropped while they locked eyes. For just a moment Sam could see how terrified the other was before Loki seemed to slam those barriers up again. It was long enough for Sam to understand that whatever they were feeling, it was enough to terrify the god.

Good.

It meant he wasn't alone in being scared as Hell of this.

"We will talk Samsquatch, but right now we need space and you need to process. You've been given a lot of information over the past few hours and you need to sit down and let it all flow through that gorgeous head of yours."

There was a pause, one that seemed to speak volumes before Loki smirked at Sam and jerked his hand out of his grasp.

"Don't lose my number Kid."

With a snap of his fingers, Loki was gone.

It hurt.

Whatever they had seemed to be physical as Sam could feel his chest tightening at the knowledge that Loki was gone. He didn't doubt for a moment the god had left town to give them space. It would take no time at all for Loki to gather whatever he wanted from his apartment and to go to his house, wherever it was. The Norse were across the ocean, it would make sense that Loki could be anywhere in the world right then. Sam had no idea where Loki was, all he knew was the god wasn't here.

Fighting back a whimper Sam couldn't help but wish he had never discovered his lover was more than he appeared. They could have eaten breakfast together, maybe they would have gone out for the day, or maybe Sam would have spent the day exploring every sensitive spot on the others body. Now he was standing in a motel room with his practically fuming brother and his lover was gone.

"What the fuck Sam!"

Yup fuming brother, check. Sighing, Sam decided if he was going to do this he was going to this he was going to sit down. Sitting on the bed Loki had been in, Sam resisted the urge to feel if the blanket was still warm from him. Yeah, he was pretty sure feeling this strongly for someone he had only known a couple days wasn't normal. Sam never did anything normal, anyways. Looking up at Dean, Sam saw how close to the edge his brother was.

"I don't honestly know Dean, just… things weren't adding up, you know? I didn't really notice until this morning, but there is no way someone on a janitor's salary would have been able to afford the place he was staying. He had silk sheets, and his bed was like laying down on a cloud for crying out loud. I checked before saying anything, even thought I was being discreet about it, but he must have been able to tell something was off."

Running a hand through his hair, Sam noticed absently that his hands were slightly shaking. To hide the fact, he tucked them in the pockets of his jacket, glad Loki had dressed them both properly before they came here.

"I asked him, if he was what we were hunting, and not once did he try to hide it. It was him who asked if I wanted you to be there while he explained because he thought it might make me feel more comfortable. All he requested was I let him give his puppy food and water before we left. He knew he was going to be interrogated, and all he wanted was to make sure his fucking dog was fed in case he had to be away for a while."

Shaking his head when Dean made to speak, Sam tried to continue past the lump in his throat. Oh, how he wanted to wrap himself up in the god even more, just like when he had stood up for the sick girl, there was just so much more to the man.

"He offered to let me drive here, or let him teleport us. You should have seen how hurt he was when I asked if it would hurt. It was so weird Dean, one minute we were in his apartment and the next we were by the motel. It didn't hurt, a twisting in my gut like when you have to make a sudden stop while driving on the highway."

"And that's it? He came here and you're not under some kind of spell? Cause I don't know if you've noticed or not, but you aren't exactly acting normal Sammy."

There is was, the concern he could hear in his brothers' voice. It was the same concern Dean always held for him, and it was the real problem Dean had with this. While they both felt uncomfortable trusting someone who wasn't human, Lenore had opened their eyes to the 'good' monsters. This wasn't about trusting a monster, this was about something being able to hurt Sam.

"I'm not feeling normal either Dean, but it's not a spell. I don't know what this is, maybe it's because of what he is, I don't know… but I do know that it goes both ways. It feels like I need him, like he's a part of me… and I don't want to fight it Dean. I'm scared as Hell of it, but I think if I let it… this could be stronger than anything I've ever felt before and I want it, I want him."

Hearing a long sigh from Dean, Sam tried to read what his brother was thinking. It wasn't natural, or maybe it was with Loki being a god, but this wasn't something he wanted to fight. They remained in silence for a while before Dean broke it with a resigned tone to his voice.

"I don't like it, I don't like that you feel like you need the damn pixie, but I'm not going to fight you on this. Maybe if you hadn't found out about the professor before all this went down… but we were already debating leaving without ganking whatever was here. I say we do the ritual at Bobby's though to make sure everything goes according to plan. You can ring up your boyfriend once we have everything set up and see if we can put a hold on the last person until later."

"Dean?"

Seeing Dean shake his head Sam smiled at his brother a bit hesitantly when Dean finally dropped the gun, only to start packing their things.

"Call him and tell him to stay away until we have this ritual ready, then we can talk… we'll work something out Sammy. I may not like it, but even I can see he meant every word today and I'm not about to run off someone who can help us."

Sam could read between the lines, while Dean wasn't comfortable with it, he wasn't going to stand between Sam and happiness. Sure, he would watch the two of them, would make sure Sam was well protected even though Sam knew he didn't have to. More importantly though, more important to Dean anyways, there was no doubt Loki would never let any harm come to Sam… and that Dean could respect.

"You get to be the one to tell Bobby about your boyfriend though."

Sam groaned, oh yeah cause that conversation was going to go well. Still smiling Sam got up and helped pack their things into the car. They would go to Bobby's, would explain what they could and once this ritual was done he would be able to see his lover again… a lover who knew exactly what he was and accepted him completely. For the first time in his life Sam felt truly happy… even if it all blew up in his face, he would hold onto this as long as he could.

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