A/N: Sorry I took so long, but this chapter is pretty long comparatively and I'm on vacation so I hope you don't mind that much :3 Also for those of you who reviewed THANKYOUSOMUCHILOVEYOU. :D Side note I'm posting this before my re-re-reread so if there are any errors and what not I'll catch them later :3 I thought getting the chapter out (however late) was a bit more important than my paranoia. So Enjoy~!

Sam opens his eyes. He's in a pit of darkness. He moves, no floats around. Unsure of his surroundings he begins to call out, "Hello? Is anyone here?" He pauses a moment waiting for an answer, before he moves a few feet forward. He takes a wary glance behind him and notices a bright pinprick of light in the distance, almost like a star, and begins moving towards it. "Hello?" The light seems to be responding to him and brightens. He cups his hands around his mouth and calls out again, "Hello?!"

"Hello, Sam." The voice is old and foreign yet he feels a bizarre sense of comfort, of belonging in it. He moves forward and a chill runs down his spine at the drastic drop in temperature and he begins to move frantically towards the light. He stops

"Who are you?"

"Do you not remember me? Has it really been this long, Sammy?"

Sam squints in confusion at the light and reaches a hand curiously out for it. "What do you mean?"

"Let me show you."

The light explodes and surrounds him and a cool rush flows through the hunter and he feels safe, at peace, home, Lucifer.

Sam awakes with a gasp jackknifing in the bed. The feeling he had from his dream was still there but much less intense. He brings his hand up to his head before turning and realizing there was a body next to him. Lucifer's body was next to him and he was cold and it felt nice and... Lucifer had stayed through the night. Not that it was unexpected; he had told the angel that he could stay if he wanted to. Maybe part of him had thought the angel would leave after realizing how messed up he was. That's what everyone has done before.

"I wouldn't leave you Sam."

Sam shoots the angel a look. He could clearly see the man Lucifer inhabited now. He wasn't that tall, he was blond wearing jeans and an old tee. He looked normal, average even but Sam knew he was anything but. He wondered if the man was still alive what he story was why he had let the angel in. How Lucifer knew what to say. Was that why he felt a cool presence in his soul? Was it the angel? Was Lucifer reading his mind now?

"Sam," Sam watched as Lucifer's lips twisted up into a small endearing smile, "You should really calm down,"

"So you are reading my thoughts."

"You think loudly,"

"Can you stop that?"

"Do you really want me to?"

No. Not really.

"Yeah, it's kinda creepy."

The angel just smirks while he stares at the Winchester who barely suppresses a whimper, a fucking whimper, as the feeling or whatever it was left, "Thank you," Lucifer beams at the praise as if he hasn't ever been thanked before... which in retrospect he probably hasn't. Did angels thank each other? He hadn't heard Cas thank the angels he was with but then again they were dicks. Sam pulls his legs over the side of the bed as he muses and he feels Lucifer's gaze on his back. Why was he so okay with the devil lying in his bed? Damn, he needed some time to think.

"I guess...uh… I'm going take a shower." Well that was a lame excuse. Oh well. Sam lumbers towards the bathroom and pauses before glancing over his shoulder and pointing at the angel who was lying on top of the covers, legs crossed and arms over his head still smiling. "Don't break anything."

Lucifer arches his eyebrows his smile fading, "Only as long as you don't either, Sam."

He just responds to the seriousness with a quick nod before scurrying into the bathroom and letting his now private thoughts run wild as the water ran over him. He had to be insane. The Devil was in his room just sitting there! What the frickin' hell? This was so many levels of wrong. What would Dean think? He'd probably think Sam had betrayed him in, which, he kinda did by letting him stay the night in his bed god that sounded sexual... damn it. He'd messed up again hadn't he? He wasn't even trying to do anything and he still messed it up. He'd been punishing himself for fucking up and then he did it again. He moved his face into the direct line of the shower head and he wanted, no, needed to forget. He'd promised Lucifer he wouldn't break anything. Wait what? So now he was listening to the devil? Fuck. He was such a failure and a screw up, he took a deep breath as he began rubbing his shampoo into his now wet hair, but, at least, if Lucifer was here he wasn't killing people right? So all he had to do was watch after him and everything would be okay. He couldn't help Dean stop the Apocalypse anyway, and Dean had Castiel and Castiel had never failed him, so he probably didn't want a fuck up like him around anyway. Not like they were on the best of terms either.

He should call Bobby and ask for help there had to be something... no. Not like they had found anything on how to stop Lucifer. Bobby would've told him last time they talked. Unless Bobby didn't trust him either… He shook the thought away. No use dwelling on that. He knew Bobby would just tell him to send Lucifer away and Lucifer could obviously find him with or without sigils so he might as well just watch after the angel and make sure he doesn't hurt anyone. Plus, Lucifer hadn't done anything wrong yet... so he owed him the benefit of the doubt. It wasn't Lucifer's fault that Dean hated him. Lucifer getting out of the cage was because he killed Lilith so it was only fit that he had to deal with it... whatever it was. So far, all he'd done was comfort him and get him to stop hurting himself, and that wasn't exactly taking over the whole goddamn world material so Lucifer could stay, he decided, at least until he figures out what's going on in his head and with the angel.

He sighs when he notices the last of the bubbles from his shampoo go down the drain and turns off the water. He towels off the excess water before slipping into some clothes he had in the bathroom. He opened the door and took a quick look at the bed which was surprisingly empty.

"So, ready to go Sammy?"

"What?" Sam swings his head over to the direction of the voice and sees Lucifer lounging in a chair bouncing a ball he didn't even know he had in the room.

"Work, you have work today, Sammy," He scowls at the condescending tone that creeps into Lucifer's voice.

"Yeah, I do, but what are you going to do? I can't leave you here all alone."

Lucifer smiles cheekily, "I'm coming of course," Sam deadpanned and Lucifer's grin widened if that was even possible, "I'll get bored if I just wait here, it's no fun being alone," Sam noticed the darkness that clouded over the angel's bright eyes at the mention of being alone, "So, I'll just go with you."

"Okay, I guess, just don't kill anyone," Sam started walking towards the door. Lucifer jumped from the chair and made his way to the brunette's side smiling like it was the best day ever and raised his hand,

"Scout's honor,"

Sam actually laughed as they left the room.

Lucifer had in fact, followed him into work though he didn't want to be in the car. He said it was too confining and that he didn't like it. Sam just shrugged but he couldn't deny the loneliness he felt after the angel had left but he sure as hell could ignore it. When Sam had entered work, Lucifer was sitting at the end of the bar smiling at him. He'd returned the smile and started working. The whole time the angel just kinda stared at him. Honestly, it was a pretty creepy and that's something come from the guy who has hunted monsters for a living.

At the beginning of his shift, Lindsey had thanked him for driving her home when she was drunk and he just brushed it off. He honestly had forgotten about their 'date'. Lucifer ranked a little higher on his list of important things. Sam had figured out that Lindsey or anyone other than him couldn't see Lucifer fairly because A.) Lindsey didn't say anything about a guy sitting at the bar staring at him for 7 hours without ordering anything and she always talked about everyone and B.) She'd looked at him like he was crazy whenever he had talked to Lucifer. That had been fun to explain. So to keep him from getting locked in a mental ward, Sam had asked Lucifer if that mind reading thing was a two way street and the hunter didn't think Lucifer could look any happier if he tried than at that moment so they were currently talking via telepathy or as Lucifer called it 'their link' whatever that meant. The 'link' also apparently shared emotions so it was kinda hard not to smile whenever Lucifer started wandering around the bar at hour 8 and was giving off waves of confusion by literally anything and everything in the bar. Sometimes Sam had to block out the angel so he could ignore his many questions about alcohol consumption. When they got back to his room, he was so giving Lucifer some booze. A few more hours pass was almost the end of his shift also known as closing time when the door opened and the hunters from yesterday walked in. Sam could feel Lucifer bristle at them but he just sent calming thoughts to the angel. It would be pretty damn hard to explain to Lindsey why some guys just exploded in the bar cause the angel didn't like some d-bags.

The hunter who had talked to him the day before glares at him like he's the damn anti-Christ or something, "Hey, what's up?" Best to play it cool...

"What's up? What's up?!"

Well there goes trying to play it cool. Sam hears Lucifer snort but he keeps staring at the fuming man, confused at his hostility, but holding his ground at the end of the bar pretending not to notice Lucifer's hate filled gaze pointed at the man. "Yeah?" this was so not going to end well, "Did something happen?"

"Yeah, something did happen and now Frank's dead." The man lumbers forward like a drunken panther. Where these guys always drunk or was that just how he walked normally?

"Oh, man, I'm so sorry dude." Tim, he remembers lets out a bone chilling laugh and his friend raises a shot gun making Sam's hands go up reflexively and Lucifer growls taking a few steps towards the man muttering, "Worthless, ignorant scum...,"

"No, Lucifer don't."

"Sam," Lucifer whips around and stalks towards him, with each step his gaze intensifies and Sam can feel his stomach twist and knot, "he's insane and has a very real and loaded gun pointed at you, in case you didn't notice. Oh and he has demon blood on him, wonder why they'd have that, hmm?" His face would've been comical if it weren't for the circumstances, "They plan to hurt you and make you drink demon blood and why do I seem far more concerned about your wellbeing than you do!" Sam blinks in shock at Lucifer's rage-full concern for him and for a moment he forgets that the men can't see the angel standing before him, "What?" he breaths eyes wide he turns to the men, "You-wait let's all just- just slow down for a minute," Sam takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself, and internally curses as the Tim seems to think he's the one who overwhelmed him, like that would, could ever happen.

'There's just so much going on,' slips through the link and Lucifer's gaze softens, as if he just remembered Sam was just a man, "Well, they still haven't done anything wrong, yet...so if you can keep from smiting them until they do something wrong, that'd make my life so much easier,"

Lucifer snorts and decides to glare at the men.

"The second they make a move against you, I'm going to take them out," Sam opens his mouth to protest," I don't care what you have to say, either. I just found you and I'm not losing you, again."

'Wait, again? What do you mean again?'

Lucifer clenches his jaw and he hisses, "Not now," and Sam's attention redirects to the man in front of him as he begins to start talking.

"So Winchester, when we went to take out one of them demons, he, uh," the man's smile darkens, "He told us some things." Sam furrows his brow but he holds his ground, willing the men to stop with his eyes, "He told us that you shacked up with some demon bitch, Ruby, that you drank her blood, hell, that you started the frickin' Apocalypse!"

"Demons lie..."

"But this one didn't, did he, boy?" Tim's drawl slips into his voice drawing out the 'boy' like it was a slur. Sam just stands there, he could lie but he didn't want to and these men down they were past reason they were out for revenge, a path he was very familiar with.

"I know it hurts, now," the man snorts at Sam, "But killing me will get you nowhere."

The man laughs a shit eating grin now adorning his face.

"Kill you? Boy, we don't want to kill you!"

"W-What?!"

"Nah, boy we're gonna use you!" he pulls out the vile Lucifer said they had on them, "You can't just start the fucking Apocalypse and then think you can drop out just like that," he snaps his fingers for emphasis, "Boy, we're gonna give you you're go-juice, and you're gonna kill every one of these bastards and fix this shit store that you brewed up."

Sam takes another step back, sure he fucked up but wasn't it best he just stay out of it so he couldn't mess anything else up? "Come on guys, we don't need to do anything," he pauses as Tim pries the cap off the vile and, oh god, the smell, it just smelled so good, "drastic," Sam barely finishes before licking his lips as he stares at the blood like a dog to his bone. He wanted to lunge at it, to drink it all, to feel the rush. Would it be that bad? Really and truly would it hurt to drink one little vile of the stuff?

"Sam." Lucifer's voice is cold and sharp like ice and Sam realizes that he's holding him back. Sam breaks away from his trance like state and looks up at the men defiantly. The thoughts fading from his mind, of course it was bad, he couldn't get hooked on that stuff again, he couldn't hurt Dean like that again.

"I am not using that," he points at the red liquid, hands shaking, trying to convince himself as much as the men.

"Well, too bad, Sammy boy! I'd hoped it wouldn't come to this," Sam could tell by his smile that was a lie, "Guess we'll just have to give you a little…. motivation,"

Sam's blood runs cold as another man walks in with a handgun pointed right at Lindsey's temple. Sam eyes widen as the petite woman struggles in the man's grip as they shuffle in.

"Let- Let her go." Sam internally curses his stutter but his voice still holds its normal firmness. He could tell these men were out for revenge short and simple. He knew that look. It's the same look he had when he was out for Lilith. They didn't care if they had to blow away the world they'd do it if it got Sam to drink the blood. Shit. There would be zero reasoning with these guys.

"Keith? What's going on? Keith these guys are crazy! Help me, please!" Sam's heart plummets at her desperate cries; the only thing holding him back from doing something rash at this point is Lucifer's constant, cold vice grip on his shoulder reminding him he couldn't give in. These were no longer men but monsters. Wait what, they were still human they're just misguided by a demon; they don't really understand what they're asking him to do.

"There's no need for this, just let her go, she's done nothing," they may be past reasoning but if it could give him some time to think it was worth it.

"We will Sam, all in due time, just so long as you play along, drink the blood, that's not too much to ask is it? And then it's all over," he smiles like he's offering Sam a new car at a great deal, "but if you refuse..." The man holding Lindsey pulls the hammer of the gun back and kept his eyes locked on to Sam's, ready to blow her brains out at any sign of him attacking.

"Sam, let me take care of this, I could stop this, all of this. There's no need for this to go any longer," Lucifer's cool words struck a chord with Sam. He really wanted to stop this now and end this once and for all. These men were trying to get him to use demon blood which had gotten them into this mess. They were playing with fire and they didn't even know it or they did and just didn't care. As if that wasn't bad enough, they had kidnapped Lindsey, too, but-? Part of his mind was nagging at him. There had to be another way... Dean would know what to do but he wasn't Dean and he didn't know what to do and... He couldn't let Lindsey die she hadn't done anything wrong outside of trying to be nosy. Why did this have to be so complicated? It would be so easy to just let Lucifer take care of it….

"So Sammy boy, what's it gonna be? You gonna drink this here blood or are ya' gonna let this innocent girl die?" Sam looked at the man dead in the eye and held his gaze unblinking. He knew what he was going to do.

"Lucifer how fast do you think you can get to Lindsey?"

Lucifer snorts, "Faster than you can even comprehend,"

"So could you grab her before a bullet was lodged in her skull?"

Lucifer smirked, "If you're asking me if I'd be able to grab her and flash out of here, I could, but I'm going to have to ask for something in return,"

"Anything,"

"I said what's it gonna be Sam?!" Tim was pissed off. Might as well….

"Neither," The man looked at him confused and opened his mouth to protest, but Lucifer is already there he grabs Lindsey and is gone leaving Sam with the two men. He jumps over the counter he'd be hiding behind as the man with the gun turns it onto him and fires. Sam tires to twist away from the bullet but he still feels it slice through his upper arm. It wasn't too bed though; the bullet had just grazed him. Sam grabs Tim and shoves him between him and the gun just as Lucifer pops back in. The men jump so Lucifer obviously wasn't caring if they saw him or not but he was just staring at Sam, "You're hurt…"

"It's not that bad," Lucifer tilts his head and moves closer to Sam his hand outstretched. When the man with the gun starts yelling for him to stay where he was or he'd shoot. He apparently was loud enough to grab the angels attention because the next thing Sam knew Lucifer was in front of the man bending the gun's barrel in half.

"You really shouldn't have hurt Sam," The man's eyes go wide and he whimpers, still staring at the gun in disbelief.

At the sound of the man's whimper Sam collects himself, "Lucifer, stop, let them go, they aren't worth it," Lucifer stands still but Sam can tell he's anything but happy about it. The Winchester looks over at the men who looked terrified and he can hear them whisper Lucifer's name in disbelief, "You all," their attention snapped up to him, "Get out of here, now," they nod and make their way out of the bar as Lucifer turns to him.

"We're leaving,"

Sam looks over at the angel confused, "What-?"

"Now,"

Before he could finish Lucifer grabs his shoulder and the world seems to whoosh by as they flash to a forest.

"Where the hell are we?"

Lucifer stays serious, "Montana,"

"Where in Montana?"

"Does it really matter?"

"Yes, it does," annoyance creeps into Sam's voice. He'd known Lucifer for a day and already he'd moved god knows how far away and he had none of his stuff, not even his phone to call for a cab if he could even get a cab in Montana, But no, they had to turn in their phones to the 'phone basket' every day at the start of work so that they wouldn't take calls or text or whatever while at work. He hadn't really minded before but now... Now it fucking sucks.

"Why does it matter?" Lucifer looks him straight in the eye and tilts his head, his eyes boring in to Sam's soul. "You're safe here. There's no way they'll find you now. You are safe." Lucifer punctuates each word in the last sentence carefully Sam realizes he's staring at his shoulder intently as if he was asking for permission to heal it.

"Can you just please tell me exactly where we are?" Lucifer pouts at Sam's whining and continues staring at the wound, but nods.
"We're in Helena, Montana. Now if you'd please," Lucifer gestures to gash on his shoulder where the bullet had grazed him. It wasn't that bad by Winchester standards but it still ached and he didn't think Lucifer would stop bugging him about it until he let him heal it, so he surrendered his shoulder to the angel. Lucifer smiled and placed his hand on the gash and Sam feels; what he knew now as Lucifer's grace, wash over him and he barely stops a...a whine… afuckingwhinewhatthefuckinghell, from spilling out of his lips as Lucifer pulls away his face revealing nothing.
"Sam," Lucifer's voice pulls him from his thoughts and he forces himself to hold his gaze with the angel. He would not look down like a 12 year old girl meeting her favorite movie star for the first time. Hell, Lucifer wasn't exactly the best angel in the world last time he check he was still trying to destroy the world. "Sam," This time Sam gave Lucifer his full attention all other thoughts aside.

"Uh, yeah?"

Lucifer pauses as if he was about to say something but changes his mind, "Are you tired?"
"Kinda, I-"Sam never gets to finish his sentence as the world goes dark and coolness surrounds us.