Author's Note: Takes place after chapter 5 and Sam and Loki's uhm...interaction. Little more plot-oriented. Sorry smut fans.

Ch 7.

Sam was sleeping much better after finally finding an outlet for his frustrations. The Trickster didn't seem to mind at all and Sam took a great pleasure in thrusting in and out of his frenemy. The Trickster WAS a friend, as much as he hated to admit it. You didn't fuck friends. He'd crossed that line. So what were they then? Either way, Sam was sleeping better, and Loki was at least pretending to sleep instead of watching porn really loud as usual.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains. Sam groaned.

"Was that moan for me, baby?" Loki quipped from right next to him. The Trickster seemed to think sleeping in the same bed as Sam was perfectly fine now and teleported over there whenever he got the chance and Sam wasn't paying attention.

"No. It was a 'I'm awake, dammit' groan. It means we need to stop the ghosts here. Bobby and Rachel actually found something. THEY are being productive, unlike some people." He kicked at the Trickster, who faded. Duplicate. Damn him. The real Loki was actually sitting at a nearby table, pouring over newpapers, shockingly being productive.

"It says here some old bag died about a hundred years ago. Says she haunts the town and demands blood sacrifice once every ten years. That sounds really icky. I mean, sure, I demand blood sacrifice from my worshipers, but I don't NEED it. Sounds like we need to find her bones and burn them. Or whatever you guys do. I have no idea. Hey, have you ever seen Ghostfacers?"

Sam totally ignored Loki's ramblings. It was exactly what Bobby and Rachel dug up. Loki was being about as useful as a wet napkin. Sam told him as much, which caused him to slink into the shower, pouting, asking Sam to join him.

Sam was tempted. Every fibre of his being was tempted. But he merely responded with a rude comment and the middle finger.

He went downstairs to where the others were waiting.

Bobby cleared his throat. "What kept you? We found the old lady doing the ghost stuff here. We need to get on it. Well, actually, Rachel found it. I can't take the credit."

She giggled and shoved Bobby playfully. "Oh hush! I wouldn't have found it if you didn't suggest old records and old news mags!"

Dean and Cas gave Sam an odd look, one he didn't like.

"WHAT? You guys were about as useful as I was. So don't look at me like that. At least I tried. You guys were probably trying out the soft, feathery mattress!"

Cas coughed and looked away. Dean gave Sam a pointed look.

"Dude, WHAT? I have to deal with Loki all. Night. LONG! Okay? ALL NIGHT LONG! I don't get any sleep! How can I be much help on no sleep?"

Castiel burst into a fit of laughter. Dean kicked him.

"Uhhh...yeah. You're right. Sorry. We know Loki's been, uh, keeping you up at night."

Sam really hated the innuendo in that sentence and the way Dean said it. Almost as if he were implying he KNEW they were...oh, that sick son of a bitch Loki! Leave it to a Trickster to only sound proof the walls one-way.

Sam was so going to make him pay tonight. Unsound proofed or not, Loki was gonna get it.

"I don't get it. What's up?" Bobby looked utterly confused. Luckily, he and Rachel had a room well away from the boys' and didn't have to hear their nightly antics. It also left him hopelessly confused.

"NEVERMIND! Okay? NEVERMIND! DEAN? CAS? Bobby? Forget it!" Sam was pissed.

Bobby just sighed, used to his almost-son's mood swings. "Okay, fine. So how about we get on with digging up old lady's bones and trashing them? I don't want to stay in this town much longer. Or the STATE! Have you guys felt this heat? Its like over one hundred out there!"

Loki bounced down the stairs after that. He was dry, except his hair which was sleek and wet, and very nice looking in Sam's opinion. Sam would definitely have to get him in the shower again later on. Loki grinned wickedly at Sam but said nothing.

He had been shockingly quiet about their sexual endeavors much to Sam's pleasure, so Sam found himself giving in to the Trickster far more frequently than he had wanted.

He hadn't wanted it to be anything more than a one-night thing. Loki was having none of it and pressed his advances on Sam nearly every night. Sam was a sexual creature and couldn't hold out against the very attractive man for long.

It eventually became an every-night thing, much to Loki's pleasure, and, shockingly, Sam's. He found that taking out his anger on the Trickster was almost like...a release. In a way, it was.

Loki slicked his hair back a little more. "You like my hair, Sammy? Hot, isn't it? All sleek and wet..." He sidled up to Sam, who just shoved him away, much to Castiel and Dean's delight, who knew EXACTLY what the two were doing and definitely got the joke there.

"No. Dry off. Use your powers. I know you can, so do it. I don't like you dripped all over the table anyway."

"Well, you sure liked it when I dripped-" Sam covered Loki's mouth with his hand.

"Shut up, or you get NOTHING tonight, hear me?" he whispered this part so Bobby and Rachel wouldn't hear. Dean and Cas already knew so it wasn't a huge deal to them it seemed. More like joke. Either way, Loki shut up and used his powers to dry his hair. It was also styled into some flippy weird style that Sam thought was really hot, but he said nothing.

"So, bag o' bones. Literally. The old bag is bones! After this long, she's prolly dust! Well, I've seen Ghostfacers! I know how to do it! Totally!" Loki boasted.

The others glared at him. He would likely ruin it somehow. Dean spoke first. "You are NOT going to dispatch this bitch. We are. You'll mess it up. Like you mess up everything else." He glared at Loki, and gave Sam a small glare, which he had no idea why he'd earned it.

"Ahem, anyway. The cemetery is right outside this old civil war reenactment place. We go there. Dig her bones up, and she's toast. No more old sack o' bones terrorizing the town every so often. I assume Rachel has the salt?" She held up an industrial sized can of salt. Dean nodded. "Yeah. See, Bobby and Rach are ALWAYS prepared, unlike SOME PEOPLE!"

Once again, Sam and Loki got a glare, which they only gave back to Dean and Cas. Loki was about to say something and Sam knew he couldn't stop him.

"Well...maybe you two would be prepared TOO if you weren't constantly fucking each other. You guys are like damn rabbits on a honeymoon, I tell ya!" Loki had to dodge a thrown coffee mug. The shattered into pieces, getting some of the glass in his hair.

"I JUST WASHED MY HAIR! How dare you get little bits of glass in it!" Loki turned up his nose at the team and waltzed back upstairs to wash the glass out of his hair.

Sam glared at Dean. "Why did you do that? He was right you know. You guys did NOTHING to help. At least Loki found a newspaper article about the hag haunt." Sam stalked upstairs, not really knowing why, following Loki.

Dean and Cas gave each other a pointed look. They SO knew what Sam and Loki would be doing up there, and it wouldn't productive at all. Still, they didn't point this out to Bobby and Rachel who remained oblivious of the other two's relationship.

Rachel laid the old newsmags on the table. "Here's what I found, with Bobby's help. It seems she was murdered, in her own house, by robbers some 100 years ago or so. They say she comes back to haunt the town and demand a blood sacrifice on the anniversary of her death."

Rachel looked thoughtful. "Could what we're dealing with not be a ghost at all but something else? Ghosts don't normally ask for blood sacrifice. Maybe...some sort of old pagan god? Perhaps this is something we should ask Loki."

Maybe she was a goddess of old and demanded blood sacrifice to keep existing. According to books she'd read and her own extensive knowledge from being a former archangel, Rachel knew pagan gods needed worshipers or they'd cease to exist. Except not in Loki's case...but Loki was really Gabriel, the archangel. He could have zero worshipers and still go on existing. No on had told him this nor were they about to.

Rachel sighed. "I guess we'll have to just wait until Sam gets done beating the shit out of Loki before we can ask him anything."

Dean and Cas just mumbled something along the lines of "it'll be a while" and went back to making out on the sofa, being about as helpful as a box of rocks.

Bobby sighed. "I suppose this case falls on us to solve. Not lover boys over there or the frenemies upstairs. Best get on with it then. See if she even has a grave. I know the newsmags said she died, but pagan gods have faked their own death many times. Look at dickhead upstairs for instance!"

Bobby grabbed the huge can of salt and a lighter, just in case she really was a ghost. Rachel grabbed her angel-killing knife, which had uses beyond dispatching only angels, and the Colt, which neither Winchester seemed to care about lately and they set of.