WARNING: Alright, I upped the rating so it's M. This chapter has one scene rated for sexual content and there are chapters to come that even more explicit so… if you started this when it was only Rated T and you don't like this stuff then… get over it. Love you guys!

Sam felt like he had been hit with a ton of bricks. His head throbbed and he groaned as he slowly sat up.

"Sam, you're awake! Hey, take it easy, how are you feeling?" In a flash Dean was by his side, staring at him with concern.

"I feel like shit. How long have I been out?"

"Two days,"

Sam stared at his brother, "What happened?"

"What do you remember?"

"I remember thinking Lucifer and Michael were there, trying to get me, I was back in the cage, and then nothing,"

"What about your little visit from Lucifer. Remember that?"

Sam let out a long sigh and winced slightly, "Cas told you?" He guessed.

"Yeah, Sam, and he shouldn't have been the one to do it. I thought we agreed no secrets,"

"Look Dean, I'm sorry, but would you have believed me? I mean, did you believe Cas when he told you?" Sam pointed out. He got up from the bed and stretched carefully, as if testing each and every muscle before putting it into full movement. Eventually he made his way to his bag to retrieve some painkillers. He swallowed them dry and turned back to his silent brother. Dean's eyes were locked on him, watching, assessing his every move.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Just making sure you don't collapse and convulse again. You know, from those hallucinations you failed to tell me were getting worse?" He smiled sarcastically. Sam internally noted not to confide in Castiel anymore. Of course, he knew that he only told Dean out of concern.

"Dean, there isn't anything you can do. Right now, my only hope is helping Lucifer,"

"That isn't the point. If I had cancer and didn't tell you until I was on my death bed, what would you do?" He threw back. Sam rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Dean was right. If the roles had been reversed, Sam would be furious that Dean kept something like that from him.

"Okay, you're right, I'm sorry. I just knew you were busy and had more important things to worry about," he shrugged.

"Family is the most important thing, okay? You know that."

"Alright, well, now you know so what do we do?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well Cas suggested we keep an eye out for Lucifer, you know, watch the papers and the news, see if anything turns up,"

"Gonna hunt me down Sammy?" Lucifer's voice sounded behind them. Dean's lack of reaction told Sam which devil was on his shoulder this time. Dean must have notices Sam's sudden discomfort.

"He here?" He asked. Sam simply nodded. "Gotta fight, just ignore him and listen to me,"

"You can't ignore me," his hot breath met Sam's ear and he shivered. "Why would you want to ignore me anyway?" He voice was rough in an almost aroused way.

Ever since Lucifer brought forth his memories, his hallucinations had become more like his time in hell. Sam felt his heart begin to race and his breathing come out in short gasps.

"Hey Sam, you gonna be okay?" Dean's brow furrowed with concern.

"Oh I can make you feel more than okay, Sammy," Lucifer growled into his ear.

Not now, Sam groaned. After so long in Hell, being conditioned to be excited by the mere presence of Lucifer, he couldn't help but to feel a tightening in his stomach, and in his pants.

"I'm still feeling a little groggy. I'm going to go take a shower.

He made his way to the bathroom, trying to calm his heart. Lucifer would have none of that.

"Oh a shower? I can't wait to watch,"

Sam turned the water as hot as it would go, practically scorching his skin. It felt wonderful against his stiff muscles and relaxed the tension that had built earlier. He closed his eyes, shutting out the image of Lucifer, who had taken his place sitting on a counter.

"You are as incredibly good-looking as I remember. In fact, you look even better now that you aren't beaten and bloodied. You know, if you were trying to escape me, coming to the shower was a terrible idea," he smirked. Suddenly, his voice seemed closer, right behind him. "If only I could touch you," he murmured. Sam turned around to find Lucifer standing there, naked and wet despite the fact that the water wasn't actually touching him. With no cloth barriers to hide him, Sam's sudden arousal was obvious.

"Get out," he demanded shakily.

"I would, if that's what you wanted, but look at your body Sam. I think you want me to stay," he purred seductively.

"Go away," he said more forcefully. Lucifer simply smiled and said nothing. His hands began to travel down his own body, moving over his sculpted chest and well defined abdomen. His flesh glistened under the water and despite all that he had said, he wondered how it would feel to feel that slickened skin, to have it beneath his fingertips. His cock twitched at the thought. Sam didn't realize he had been biting his lower lip until he tasted blood. He tried to look away from the show the devil was putting on but could not.

Finally, Lucifer grasped himself, massaging his erection. He moaned at his own touch and his hips bucked a little. At this, Sam was hard, and he considered turning the water to a colder temperature. Instead, his own hand began to move south.

"It's too bad I can't touch you Sammy," he gasped, "Just imagine what I could do for you with my own hands, with my mouth,"

He thrust into his hand at a steady pace, using the precome at the tip of his cock for added lubrication. At this point, Lucifer wasn't even trying to put on a show, he was lost in his own pleasure. Well, of course, he wasn't real, but that is how he appeared. His every sound was soft, intimate, and Sam found it incredibly arousing. He tried to keep his moans to soft murmurs and whimpers as he felt that familiar build. Lucifer too seemed to be nearing his climax.

"Are you going to come for me? Like you used to Sammy?" He panted between moans. With a strangled cry, Sam came, Lucifer following only a few seconds later.

Sam leaned against the tile wall of the shower, his chest heaving and his body still tingling from his orgasm. Then he realized what had happened, what he had done.

"See Sammy? You are just as much mine as you were in my cage. You don't really want that wall back do you?" Sam felt sick suddenly, and with one last glance at the grinning devil, he leapt from the shower and threw up in the toilet.

Dean noticed Sam was acting differently. He was eating less, sleeping less, and he almost always looked ashamed. Castiel had also not visited in a while, as he was on a constant hunt for Lucifer's angel. With Sam silent and Cas gone, Dean was beginning to feel very alone. He occupied himself with tracking down Lucifer through Newspapers and the occasional internet sweep, but his search was fruitless. Eventually he got bored.

"I'm going to go get a drink, wanna come?" Dean asked Sam.

"Uh, no, you go ahead," he forced a friendly smile. Dean just shook his head and left.

"I thought he'd never leave," Lucifer sighed.

"Not now,"

"Shut up, you don't get to choose when I visit. My boss rarely doesn't need me so I will come whenever I damn well please," he growled. Sam jumped, realizing this was the real Lucifer. "Have you made any progress?"

"Look, we are trying, but we have to find out who cast the spell first. Is there even a hint or a clue you could give us?"

"I already told you, there is nothing I can say to help you. He's clever, he made sure to make it impossible for me to give anything away. Besides, even if I did tell you, he's a trickster, he would evade you easily. You wouldn't be able to find him even if you knew,"

"There has to be something…"

"For the love of Odin, just drop it! Do your damn job and find who it is or your brain will continue to melt to the consistency of mashed potatoes," he growled, his features twisting into a snarl.

"And then you'll be trapped under the thumb of an angel forever," Sam countered, seeing the sarcasm and annoyance melt from Lucifer's face. For a split moment, Sam could have sworn he saw the devil go pale.

"Just, figure it out," he muttered in a voice much softer than before. His eyes met Sam's and the Winchester felt as though the world stopped. That gaze held things he had never before seen from Lucifer. There was exhaustion, fear, and stress. He looked downright miserable. What was this angel doing to him? Before he could ask, he was gone.

A breath he hadn't realized he was holding escaped his lips and he ran his fingers through his hair, a tick he'd developed when he was under stress.

"That bastard, I should of known he'd sell me out,"

Sam froze, eyes widening into large orbs as he recognized the voice. He didn't dare turn around, afraid that it might all be a hallucination.

"Oh Sammy, although you have a rather enjoyable ass I'd like to talk to your face," the voice insisted playfully. With a gulp, he slowly turned around and felt his breath hitch in his throat when finally his eyes fell on the other presence in the room. If his heart had been beating fast before, it was practically humming now. He could feel his cheeks fill slightly with blood and he prayed the angel didn't notice.

"Gabriel," he managed to breath. The archangel smiled, throwing his hands up in a dramatic display.

"In the flesh!"

"B-But, you're dead. I watched him kill you," he muttered.

"Yeah, well, by now you should know that I don't really die. I'm pretty damn good at faking it though, right? I've fooled you, what, twice now? When things didn't go exactly as planned I sort of disappeared for a while, laid low. Things have been pretty messy," he explained with a shrug, meandering towards the mini fridge in the corner of the room and rummaging through its contents until his face lit up with a satisfied smile. He pulled out a piece of raspberry pie and gleamed at it.

"That's Dean's," Sam protested when Gabriel took an enthusiastic bite. He raised an eyebrow as if to say "Like I care?"

"Alright, fine, but why show your face now?" Sam wondered, brows knitted together.

"Well, I didn't see a point in hiding anymore seeing how my brother couldn't keep his mouth shut,"

When Sam's confused expression didn't change Gabriel couldn't help but snort.

"Oh come on, please tell you me you picked up on that. Seriously? I revealed myself for nothing? You're that thickheaded? 'He's a trickster,' 'For the love of Odin,'…"

Everything clicked.

"Trickster, Odin, Norse Mythology, Loki," he sighed, mentally kicking himself.

"Ding ding, we have a winner. Wow Sam, remind me not to give you so much credit! Clearly you aren't as smart as I thought. Oh well, at least you're still pretty," he winked. Sam felt his face flush and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I… Uh, so why…"

"Why did I free him?"

"Yeah,"

He had to wait until the shorter man finished the large mouthful of dessert before he got a response. "I could give you a long, sappy, boring explanation for that, but I think I'll just stick with, 'That's for me to know, and for you not to care about,' Don't worry about it Sammy, he isn't going to hurt anyone,"

Sam sat down on the edge of a bed slowly, trying to find the right words for what he would say next. He carefully and slowly allowed each syllable to leave his lips.

"I made a deal to help him break the binding spell," he admitted aloud. Gabriel paused, a forkful of pie hovering an inch from his lips. He slowly placed in back in the plastic container he had taken it from and set it on a nearby table, as if he needed both hands for the upcoming conversation.

"A deal?" He sounded suddenly very serious.

"Yes,"

"What are the details of said 'deal'?" He asked.

"Protection for my brother, my friends, he will hand over Crowley, and build a new wall in my head," he didn't know why, but his voice had dropped to a low volume, and he felt small despite the fact that he towered over Gabriel.

The angel stood there silently for a while, nodding as if in deep thought. His expression was unreadable which only alarmed Sam more. Gabriel was normally fairly easy to read. He wore everything on his sleeve and he wasn't exactly known for his ability to keep his mouth shut.

"Right," he finally said, "and in exchange you free him from his binding spell. Well, I hate to say it, you're going to have to kill me then,"

"What?"

"You heard me. The only way for this specific spell to be broken is either I take it off, or I am killed. Since I am never going to take it off, you will just have to kill me,"

"I'm not going to kill you I…" He stopped himself. He what? "I consider you a friend okay? I'm not going to hurt you for him," he sighed.

"Then you are just going to have to break the deal," though his tone was still serious, a smile ghosted across his lips.

"I don't know if I can I mean, we made an official deal. Isn't my soul sorta in danger if I break a contract with a demon?" He pointed out.

Gabe snorted, "Yeah, if you made a deal with Crowley maybe, or a crossroads demon, but Lucifer doesn't exactly dabble in the art of making deals. He just gets what he wants, whether that means lying and cheating or actually keeping to his word. He chooses which based on what mood he's in. I wouldn't trust a word he told you if I were you,"

Sam felt all color drain from his cheeks. "Then… He… We didn't need to… Seal it?" He cringed. Gabe's brows knitted together at first, obviously not understanding a word coming out of the hunter's mouth. After a moment of silence, however, his expression changed drastically. He went from simply serious to utterly enraged.

"He kissed you," it wasn't a question.

"Yeah, I mean, that's how you're supposed to confirm a contract right?"

"Not with Lucifer, the bastard lied to you,"

Sam couldn't decide if his sweaty palms were due to the fact that he was inevitably attracted to Gabriel, always had been, or if he was suddenly deathly afraid of him. The look in his eyes sent shivers down his spine. He had never seen him look so hostile.

"Hey, but I mean, he was probably just doing it to mess with me,"

"It was only a kiss right?" It was supposed to be a question but seemed to come across as more of a demand.

"Yes," was all he said, his eyes dropping to the floor at the thought of everything else that had happened between them. There was no way he was going to bring that up though. Especially not with the archangel looking like he was ready for murder.

"I need to have a chat with my brother. See you round Sammy,"

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