AN: So I know I've kind of stopped doing Author's Notes, but I felt compelled to thank CallMeAnonymous9 for the splendid reviews they gave me. Yes, I know, I could have just replied to one of those same reviews, but this is quick and easy and this way, CallMeAnonymous9 won't feel obliged to give a response. Unless they do, in fact, feel obliged to give a response. I feel as if I'm digging my own grave. I'm going to stop talking now.

The song, by the way, is owned by Shania Twain.

Summary: He was trapped in a mausoleum. With Lucifer. Who was bored. And singing.

He was trapped in a mausoleum.

With Lucifer.

Who was bored.

And singing.

Dean had better find him soon.

"So take! These broken wings! And learn to fly again, learn to live so free . . ."

Sam let his head fall back to thump against the wall.

"C'mon, Sam," Lucifer said amiably. "Sing with me."

"When Hell becomes a five-star hotel and demons give out warm towels and little chocolates," he answered.

"I could arrange that."

"No, Lucifer."

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "You really take the 'fun' out of 'funeral.'"

"You're hilarious."

"I know. It's my defense mechanism left over from all those years living with angelic sticks in holy mud."

Sam rolled his eyes. "You poor thing."

The Devil looked mock-touched. "Aw, Sam, I never knew you cared."

"Maybe because I don't," he said.

Lucifer threw an arm around his shoulder, ignoring it when he flinched away. "Don't be that way, Sammy. Just think what it would be like if I weren't here."

"Don't tempt me," he muttered.

"Lead me not into temptation," Lucifer quoted. His voice went back to normal. "I didn't have to, anyway. They found it easily enough themselves."

Sam ignored him.

Thirty minutes later, he was unbelievably bored. Satan was leaning against him, an indifferent expression on his face, looking as uninterested in the dirt that had congregated on the walls as Sam currently was.

"Monopoly."

"How?"

"Go Fish."

"I repeat, how?"

"Tic-tac-toe."

Sam shrugged. "What the hell," he said. Lucifer went to retrieve two long, sufficiently sturdy sticks from the ground.

Those were a long, long three hours. Although Dean's expression when he saw all the marks in the dirt and heard Sam's 'reasonable explanation' almost made it worth the wait.

Next Up: What happens when Sam and Dean suddenly find their roles reversed, with Sam as a demon and Dean as an angel helping Cas the hunter?

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Sam gaze blandly at the Devil. "I win."

Lucifer scowled and scrubbed off the markings in the dirt with his hand. "It was a fluke. Beginner's luck."

"Yes, the way it's been a fluke for the last five rounds," Sam retorted. "Admit it, you're just a sore loser."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at him. "I can start singing again anytime I want, you know."

Sam snorted. "Try it. It can't be any worse than what I've heard from Dean when he's being spiteful."

"'Cause I'm keeping you forever and for always," Lucifer started warbling. "We will be together all of our days. Wanna wake up every mornin' to your sweet face-"

Sam shrieked and threw his stick at him. "Alright! Alright! You win, for the love of all that is good and pure!"

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Lucifer smirked smugly down at the three straight 'X's drawn into the earth.

Sam glared at him and sulked.

The Devil was a jerk.

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