Sam glanced at his phone as it rang for the fourth time in as many hours. He knew it was Dean, but well… he was sort of feeling a little pissy with the guy, so he'd refused to answer for the past week.
Okay, fine, he was scared. He didn't want to hear what it was that Dean was so desperate to tell him. Which was also the reason he was ignoring all the messages Dean had left. He still remembered the last one he'd got from Dean. So yeah, he was being a complete wimp and ignoring the phone. He wasn't actually too sure why he didn't just turn the damn thing off.
He'd spent the last week since his bizarre meeting with Loki, travelling to the hunt he'd found in Ohio and keeping his word by not making a mention of Loki to anyone. Though, he hadn't lied about the fact that he didn't actually have anyone to tell, either. So there was that.
But it didn't stop the fact that Sam was bored, having just finished the hunt, a little in pain (having not finished it soon enough) and scared of his phone. Alright, not his phone, more the person ringing his phone. But still. He wasn't exactly acting like the big bad hunter that he supposedly was.
Sam flinched as the phone began to ring once more and then groaned out loud, though he still didn't pick it up and answer it. Hey! He was driving, that kind of thing was very dangerous. Or at least, that was what his excuse was going to be should anyone ever enquire. Which, if he never answered his phone, no one would. He felt he had a rather solid reasoning with that.
"It sucks." Sam would forever deny the yelp he let out as his car swerved to the other lane before he got full control over it and then turned to glare at Loki sitting innocently next to him, holding his phone.
"What—?" Sam gaped at the being next to him, before quickly returning to look back at the room, wondering if he'd actually fallen asleep at the wheel, died and this was actually his Hell.
"What's up, Sammy? And is there a reason you have twenty missed calls and about five voicemail messages?" Loki asked, tongue sticking out slightly as he messed with Sam's phone.
"What are you doing?" Sam finally managed to ask, keeping an eye out for the nearest motel so he could stop the car and hope Loki wouldn't follow him. Was there a way to ward annoying demi-gods out of your room? Sam didn't think he'd be that lucky.
"I'm looking through your phone. Which is actually sort of dull. No smutty text messages or anything. In fact, there is nothing incriminating on here. I'm kinda disappointed, Sammy." Sam sighed and decided that, yes, he deserved this. Though it was damn well pushing the limits of cruel.
"I feel that letting Lucifer out of Hell is incriminating enough, sexting would just seem dull in comparison, don't you think?" Sam muttered, glaring at the road in front of him and wondering where the heck all the roadside motels had disappeared off to.
"You do have a point…" Loki conceded, then fell silent, which Sam originally would have seen as a godsend, but in practice, just made him more twitchy and nervous.
Sam fidgeted in his seat as he drove along the suspiciously empty road, yawning as fatigue slowly began to catch up with him, and concentrated on ignoring the tapping and giggles from beside him. He refused to ask what the annoying midget god was doing.
"I heard that. Five foot seven is a respectable height, Gigantor." Loki mumbled absently, and Sam took his eyes away from the road long enough to glare venomously at him. "Don't glare, watch the road. I've heard it hurts to go through a window screen. I don't want to give it a try."
"Why are you here? More to the point, how did you find me? And stop reading my thoughts." Sam added as an afterthought, which made Loki snicker before placing Sam's phone in the glove box.
"I was bored and I thought I'd check on my favourite little hunter. Which would be you, by the way. As for how I found you, simple, I'm a god. An awesome god, at that." Loki said and Sam snorted before he could stop himself.
"An awesome god? So, you're Loki? The actual Loki?" Sam asked, deciding to change the subject, if only for his own sanity. Besides, wasn't like you always got the chance to talk to an actual god, may as well make the most of it.
"You know of any other Loki's?" Loki asked snarkily, and Sam shrugged, then grinned mischievously.
"Well, if you were to believe Kevin Smith, then there's that angel guy called Loki, who was the Angel of Judgement, or something. Which really confused me, because I'd always thought that was Gabriel." Sam muttered, completely missing the flinch from Loki once more, before Loki snorted derisively and elbowed Sam.
"That movie was amusing to watch, but was a load of bollocks when it came to truth. I'm not that Loki." Loki muttered petulantly and Sam shot him a dimpled, genuine smile.
"Good! In my opinion, angels are dicks. Never met one that I can honestly say I'd trust, or even like all that much." Sam muttered, ignoring the interested stare he was getting from Loki.
"Aw, Sammy! Are you saying you like me?" Loki cooed, and Sam rolled his eyes, but felt a stir of amusement.
"You're tolerable, when you're not killing my brother or trying to chainsaw me in half." Sam admitted, shifting uncomfortably, before sighing when he realised that they still hadn't passed a motel.
"See, that's almost a declaration of your love for me, Sammy! This could be the beginning of a truly amazing relationship." Loki sighed, making Sam choke on air in shock. "Plus, I already know you're good in the sack." And with that, Sam jerked the car once more and made it swerve.
"Dude!" Sam exclaimed once he'd gained control over the car once more.
"What? I only speak the truth, Sam." Loki said, dirty grin on his face belying the innocent tone he used.
"Of course you do." Sam muttered dryly, ignoring the blush rising on his cheeks with the topic of conversation. "How long do you intend to stay with me?"
"Why'd you wanna know? Trying to get rid of me, Sammy? That's not very nice." Loki said, mock scolding. Sam just sighed and shook his head.
"No, surprisingly, I'm not trying to get rid of you. But… well you did say that you didn't want to be involved in this war, and hanging around me isn't exactly conductive towards achieving that." Sam pointed out, and then glanced out the corner of his eye, to see Loki fidget.
"I just don't see how I'd be able to help you, Sammy." Loki admitted, picking at the skin around his fingernails and thus not seeing the stunned look Sam shot him.
"Is that you saying that if you did know, then you would help?" Sam asked, shock clearly evident in his voice.
"Not in so many words." Loki muttered, and Sam risked another glance sideways, to see the god pouting and slumping in the seat next to him. "Your phone's ringing again."
"Ignore it." Sam muttered, flinching away from the look Loki sent him, before Loki just shrugged and ignored the ringing phone in the glove box.
"Can I ask why you're not answering it?" Loki asked tentatively, once the phone had stopped ringing, a beep a few seconds later indicating another voicemail message.
"I don't want to hear what he has to say. Let's face it, it's not going to be anything good, is it?" Sam muttered, sighing and scrubbing a hand over his face, as he yawned again and wondered if Loki was doing something that made him no notice any motels.
"I'm not, you just chose the most randomly empty road to drive down. There's one about forty minutes drive away." Loki muttered, and Sam grumbled under his breath about mind-reading gods freaking him out. "What if Deano has something good to say?"
"What if he doesn't?" Sam countered, and Loki actually sighed, before moving fast and taking the phone back out of the glove box before Sam could stop him. "What are you doing?"
"I'm just going to listen to the messages he's left you." Loki admitted innocently. Sam looked over to see Loki press the phone to listen to the messages, then sighed and turned back to the road, speeding up a little in hopes of getting to the motel sooner.
It was about ten minutes later that Sam, beginning to get anxious over the silence and also wondering what the hell he was doing feeling so comfortable with someone that had tried to kill him before, sitting right next to him. Loki had been silent for the whole time, just listening to the messages that Dean had left him, and Sam was now wondering what the hell the messages said. Though he also really didn't want to know either. His confusion over that was actually starting to give him a headache.
"Good news or bad news, Kiddo?" Loki asked, and Sam turned to glance at him quickly before looking back at the road with a sigh.
"Bad news."
"Well you're cheerful, righto then, Deano doesn't exactly sound like he trusts you, he's pretty pissed that you're ignoring his calls, and he's tracking your phone to find you. The good news, he's tracking your phone to find you."
"How is that good news?" Sam asked, wondering what the strange god was getting at and also wondering just how pissed Dean was.
"He wants to meet up with you, Sam. Said he needed to talk to you. You gonna answer the next time he rings?" Loki asked, waving his phone at him lazily. Sam just shrugged in answer and stifled another yawn. "When'd you last sleep, Kid?"
"Last night." Sam muttered, blinking a couple of times when he felt his eyes start to become heavy. He jerked when Loki prodded his cheek.
"You don't exactly look like it." Loki pointed out and Sam snorted mirthlessly.
"Neither would you if you had Satan wandering your dreams." Sam grumbled and jumped in surprise when that made Loki curse and jerk to move forward and look at Sam seriously, which was more disturbing than when he smiled innocently.
"He's walking your dreams?" Loki asked him, sounding both shocked and angry, for reasons Sam couldn't actually work out. Why Loki would be angry over that was beyond him.
"Yep. It's a hoot." Sam muttered dryly, then flinched when Loki growled beside him. "Okay, why are you acting so… off?"
"Sam, answer the phone the next time Dean calls you, go back to your damned brother." Loki grumbled, and Sam turned to gape at him for a few seconds, before he shook his head and wrinkled his nose in confusion as he looked back at the road once more.
"Why? I mean, why do you care so much what I do?" Sam asked, desperate to find out why Loki sounded so strange and angry. Though for some reason, Sam felt the anger wasn't aimed at him. Which was odd, as recently that was where the anger was normally aimed.
"Told you, you're my favourite. The motel's coming up, stay the night, get some sleep, Lucifer will stay out of your dreams for tonight, I promise you. I'll come back to you soon. Don't forget to answer your damned phone." Loki muttered, raising his hand to click his fingers. Sam moved without really realising what he was doing, and grabbed the Trickster's wrist before he could snap himself a way.
"You're leaving? Wait, how will you find me again?" Sam asked suspiciously, slowly releasing his hold on Loki and refusing to answer the small voice in his mind that was asking why he didn't want Loki to leave.
"Ah, Sammy, I'll always be able to find you." Loki told him, then disappeared with a click. Sam sighed but pulled into the motel when he approached it moments later.
When his phone rang forty minutes later, Sam answered and agreed to stay in the motel and wait for Dean to come to him the next day. Sam found himself, once more, refusing to question why he felt no apprehension about going to sleep that night.