Author's Note: Yes, angry Sam/Loki sex as a reviewer guessed. But they also admit their TRUE feelings for each other in this chapter, so a little sappy. Also some more plot development on the ghost/old goddess.

There Can Be No Peace

Ch. 8

Sam could hear the running water coming from the shower as Loki once more washed his hair. Dean's reaction had been a bit harsh, and Loki was Loki, he would ALWAYS say something sarcastic. Sam sighed. Still, it didn't make up for that Trickster only sound proofing the walls one way. Instead of just washing his hair, it appeared Loki was taking another show altogether. Perfect opportunity. And the sound of the water would block out...things.

Entering the bathroom, Sam could see Loki's silhouette through the shower curtain. Why he'd bothered with a curtain, Sam didn't know. The only person who shared the room with him had already seen far more than what the curtain him.

Sam felt himself harden at seeing Loki's slick, wet outline through the curtains, water sliding over his body. Oh, yes, Loki would pay for the wall thing.

Loki was a bit surprised to see Sam, naked and hard, as he ripped aside the shower curtain and shoved the Trickster against the wall. Water was getting them both wet, but neither noticed.

"Well, Sammy, this is a welcome surprise-" Loki was cut off as Sam shoved him facefirst against hard shower walls. The hot water was only making this hotter. Loki loved it when Sam was rough. When he took what he wanted. Without being a bore.

"Shut up, Trickster. You sound-proofed the walls all right. But you only sound-proofed them one way. We can't hear Cas and Dean, but they can hear us, CAN'T THEY?" He slammed into Loki, his cock slick from the shower water. The Trickster grunted and moaned slightly. Sam grabbed his hair and yanked his head back so he could answer.

"Well, Loki? Did you? Did you just think this is one of your little cute jokes? Now Dean and Cas...now they know we're...I'm...FUCKING YOU! I'd have preferred them not to know."

Loki grinned, though it was hard to manage, when he wanted to only moan in pleasure and allow Sam to thrust further into him. "Yes. I thought it would be funny. I knew you would give in...maybe not here and now, but I turned out to be right. My little jest-"

Sam thrust harder into Loki, making the Trickster stop talking and merely able to moan and scrabble at the shower walls. "Yeessss, Sammy, harder, faster. Take me, baby..."

The Trickster's irritating talking was getting on Sam's nerves. He just wanted to take out his anger on someone. "Shut up. Just don't talk. I'll take you. Like I always do. But shut up. You pissed me off, now you're going to pay."

"Ohhh, is this relationship based on ABUSE?" Loki giggled, then grunted as Sam reached around and grabbed his cock, squeezing it tight.

"There is no RELATIONSHIP! You wanted to fuck? Fine. I'm your fuck. Thats it. No relationship involved."

"Whatever you say, Sammy." The Trickster was gasping and moaning by this point. Sam was thrusting in and out of him, in time with the strokes he was applying to Loki's cock. Loki let out a cry of pleasure and pain as he came in time with Sam, his semen coating the shower walls, and then quickly being washed away by the still-running hot water.

Loki could feel Sam still inside him. Could feel Sam's cum leaking from his ass. He gasped in pain as Sam roughly pulled out of him, then shoved him on the floor of the shower and exited, toweling off and likely waiting back in the bedroom.

Loki licked his lips and stood up. He liked Sam's rough sex. The way he took everything he wanted exactly the way he wanted...but he'd some day like to...make love...to Sam. Not just fucking. Making love. Sam may not feel that way about Loki, but Loki didn't deny his feelings. He loved Sam. Somehow, he always had. Ever since he had seen the man. Their relationship just hadn't played out like Cas and Dean's had. It wasn't the perfect, sweet romance...

Sighing, Loki cleaned up and finished showering, eventually exiting and toweling off himself. Using Sam's towel. He hugged it to himself and smelled it. It smelled just like his beloved Sammy. He couldn't stay in the shower and obsess over a Sam-smelling towel forever though. After dressing, he exited the bathroom.

Sam was sitting on the bed, glaring at him of course. Loki just grinned.

"That was fun, Sammy. Lets do it again! I like shower fucking!"

The other man just shook his head and started to leave, to go back downstairs to the others. Loki hesitated. It was now or never.

"Sammy! Wait. I uh, wanna say something."

Sam stopped. "What, Trickster? I don't have all day to listen to you make stupid jokes or something like that."

"Its not that. I uh, just wanted to say...fucking. I don't want to keep getting fucked by you."

Sam snorted. "YOU started it. And now you don't WANT to keep doing it? I thought you LIKED it. I thought it was like your dream or something. Or wait, do YOU want to fuck ME?"

Loki rubbed his head. This was harder to say than he thought it would be. "I don't...care. Who fucks who. But I don't want it to be just fucking. I uh, want to make love to you, Sam Winchester. I know we may not have known each other long, but...I love you, Sam. If you want to keep using me as a fuck buddy, I'm sorry, I can't do it anymore. I'll go away and leave you alone forever. You said I was your friend. But I can't be just friends or just a fuck buddy when you need it, Sam. I love you."

Now that Loki had got that mouthful out, he only had to await the fallout. The part where Sam would tell him to go away and they would never see each other again. He loved Sam, but he couldn't keep doing this without knowing if Sam felt the same way.

Sam was baffled. Loki...loved him? REALLY loved him? No one had loved him...he didn't think anyone COULD love him...he thought it was his fate in life to be unloved forever, except of course by Dean. Even then, when Dean and Cas's relationship came to light, Sam wasn't sure where he fit in.

Loki's words had touched him. Had hit a part of him he didn't know existed. A part of him that WANTED to be loved. Wanted to be in a relationship. Sam's silence seemed to mean something to Loki, and the Trickster turned to walk out the door. Sam caught him by the shoulder and flipped him around, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

He loved Loki. Gabriel. Whatever he was, whenever. Always had. Loki didn't remember, but he'd told Sam he loved him once before, before Lucifer had killed him. Sam had held out hope that perhaps Gabriel wouldn't die and perhaps something would come of those words. But Gabriel had died. And Sam had given up all hope of love. When he said yes to Lucifer, part of it was to avenge Gabriel's death. That his love, and the death that came with it, wasn't in vain.

Eventually, Loki and Sam parted. Loki just stared at him, looking a bit confused. "What...?"

"Loki...I don't want to fuck you either. I want to make love to you. I love you too. I didn't...I didn't think I was lovable, I guess you could say. I didn't think anyone could love me. Ever. I just didn't..."

The Trickster was stunned and elated. Sam loved him. Truly loved him. He could feel emotions, but hadn't felt Sam's because he respected him, until now. He still respected Sam, but he had to know for sure. And Sam did love him. Loki just wrapped Sam in a hug and almost cried. Millions of years of discipline kept him from doing so, but it was hard.

Sam just held Loki. The Trickster seemed happy, at least. Sam was happy. After so long, he'd finally found love. A love that was literally willing to die for him, and had, though unknowingly. Sam realized he was crying. A tear trickled down his cheek and landed on Loki's wet hair, though he didn't seem to notice, too wrapped up in embracing Sam to do anything else.

When Loki spoke, it was in a thick voice, as if he'd been crying or trying not to, "I never though...I never even hoped...I just thought I was a fuck buddy or an outlet for your frustrations. Sam, I'm sorry. For all the shit..."

Sam shushed him with another kiss, tilting the Trickster's face up so he could kiss him. Sam spoke through his kisses. "It doesn't matter. Some of it was even funny, I admit. I know why you did it. Why me...and...thank you, for loving me." Sam continued kissing him, pulling him toward the bed, this time gently.

Sam and Loki fell on the bed, smothering each other with kisses. Finally, they had found love, both of them.

Elsewhere, beyond golden gates and brilliant light, and a Garden that was always in bloom, God smiled. His children had found love. Sam, the one who so long had cursed Him, cursed God, that he was unlovable, that no one could ever love him, that he was an awful person, had finally found love. Love in God's own creation. His own former archangel.

It was a bit of a hard task getting Heaven back in order after having been absent so long, but He was managing well. The remaining loyal angels were helpful and making sure the former Purgatory souls found a place in Heaven. It was all coming together nicely. God smiled again, for his children. There were two more that needed to find love, but it would happen, eventually. You couldn't rush everything.

In a white truck, Bobby and Rachel drove to the nearby cemetery. Bobby parked the truck near some of the older graves and he and Rachel started looking. The woman's name had been Ella Wesson. Rachel wondered if she were really just a dead woman looking for revenge on her murderer or an old pagan goddess trying to stay alive by demanding blood sacrifice. They could really use Loki for this.

As if on cue, Loki appeared, with Sam in tow. He appeared to have his arm wrapped around Sam's waist. Bobby blinked a bit. Odd couple, but who was he to judge? He just sighed beckoned them over.

"Right on time, Trickster. We've been meaning to ask you, this hag bitch, she demands a blood sacrifice every once in awhile. I know some of you old pagan gods need that. Whats your opinion? You think we just got a right nasty ghost on our hands or something much worse?"

Loki detached himself from Sam and started examining the graves, being helpful for the first time in weeks.

"I'm not sure. I'd, like, have to see her in person to be able to tell. Seeing her grave won't tell me anything except whether or not there's bones down there. Even if there AREN'T bones, it doesn't mean we're dealing with some ancient goddess. It could just be she hid her bones. She's been around awhile. Seems pretty slick." The Trickster knelt down before a grave, rubbed some of old dirt caked on it off.

Sam spoke up. "What is that? Did you find the bitch's grave?"

"I think so...Ella Wesson? You said that was her name? Well, this is our Ella. But I'm afraid to say there are no bones down there. Don't bother digging. This isn't some joke or trick either. She's got a grave, but no body."

Rachel sighed and rubbed her head. She had a migraine. Oh how she wished just for a small second she was an archangel again! "So either a really nasty ghost or an ancient goddess. Damn. I was hoping for a quick solution to the problem here. Seems we're stuck in this damned town for a while longer. People are dying, Loki, Sam, Bobby. We need to do something."

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Don't you think I know that by now, Rach? What can we do when we don't know what we're dealing with? When even our resident pagan god doesn't know?" Bobby pointed at Loki, who was once again attached to Sam. Neither one appeared at all embarrassed or concerned that Bobby and Rachel were there. "We just have to wait until she shows her face again and Loki can get a good look at her. Hell, maybe if she is a goddess he knows her and can reason with her. Or something. I have no clue."

Bobby threw up his hands and walked back to the truck. Rachel grimaced. She hadn't meant to piss him off. She just wanted...what DID she want from him, really? As an archangel, she'd been male, but as a human, she was female, and as a woman...well, she DID want him. In every way a woman could want a man. She just had to make him realize he could love again. Love beyond the death of his wife.