(After 3.08 A Very Supernatural Christmas)

"Happy New Year!" Loki greeted Sam as he walked in with Max's usual doggy bag. Max trotted over with a party hat strapped to his head and a blow toy in his mouth. Max immediately sat on his haunches and kicked out his fore feet for his usual treat, which was expected of Sam now. Sam smiled a little as Loki offered him a tall champagne glass of yellow liquid and he took it, setting Max's food on the counter in the kitchenette. Loki had a ridiculous paper and glitter hat that welcomed in the year 2008 on his head and lifted his glass to Sam.

"Happy New Year." Sam greeted, feeling a little tight in his gut with the time that was passing so quickly, "You know what was 3 days ago."

"So?" Loki raised his brow, "We're allowed to celebrate for up to a week of the New Year." He sipped from his own glass, "And for the fact that I didn't have to go to the stupid bridge game with the Carrigans for their annoying 'We got more sacrifices than you this year' boasting." Sam paused.

"The... Carrigan's were friends of yours?" Sam asked cautiously. Loki eyed him lightly.

"Did you kill them?" Loki asked and Sam shrugged, tasting the drink and finding it much sweeter than he initially thought it would be.

"To be fair, they were going to kill us first." Sam omitted the part where he and Dean snuck into their house to stake them if they were the pagan gods killing people.

Loki shrugged a bit, "Nah... not too upset. They were kind of those neighbors that would send gremlin elves to your place if you didn't go to their games. They trash everything." Loki shrugged but he did look down at his glass, "Got to hand it to them though, they assimilated better than others." Sam shrugged and finally opened Max's doggy bag and gave him the skinned meat from KFC in a dish.

"So, what's this stuff?" Sam changed the subject, lifting his glass as Max scarfed down his food.

"Mead." Loki smiled and snapped his fingers, the bottle appearing on the table where Loki sat on the stool, "Honey wine."

"Of course." Sam leaned against the table, finishing the glass. It was good, better once he got past the initial surprise of sweetness, "So, what do you pagans do for the holidays?"

"laugh at you all for being copycats." Loki replied easily and waved his hand, another stool appearing. Sam sat on it and set his glass on the table. "I just had lots of sex."

Sam paused, frowning. He hadn't seen Loki in nearly two weeks and it felt like a jab when Loki said it. Sam hadn't been sleeping with anyone else... then again, why did he expect Loki to do the same? They'd agreed that they weren't tied down to one another. That was one of the perks after all. Logically, he had no reason to feel acid in his belly over it. But he still felt it.

"Oh don't give me a sour look." Loki lifted the bottle of mead to refill their glasses, "I would have invited you too but you said not to call you."

"It's fine." Sam said quickly, taking a mouthful of his refilled glass. What they had was sex, that was all. "I was busy."

"Yeah, I know." Loki shrugged and smiled a little, "But now that you're here, I can give you your Christmas present." Sam stared at Loki, confused.

"What?" Sam was sure that Loki had some sort of hidden joke because he just had that smile that said so. Then Sam felt a hand on his shoulder from behind. Sam turned quickly and found... Loki. Sam looked back to the Loki drinking mead, then to the Loki who shared a similar smile and was wearing nothing. Two Lokis. "Loki, what..." It clicked in his head and his skin burned with the thought, "Oh..."

"You're quick." The Loki behind Sam teased and leaned an arm over Sam's shoulder, nipping Sam's red tinged ear. The first Loki stood up and took Sam's glass from his hand, setting it on the table before he leaned on Sam's knees, leaning in face to face close with Sam.

"We're going to have lots of fun." Loki waggled his eyebrows and kisses Sam deeply.

"You look exhausted." Loki commented and Sam just laughed tiredly, arm over his eyes. He thought he was still riding the waves of bliss and his one leg curled up, body still tingling. Loki was just grinning, Sam could hear it in his voice, "You're wild, I hope you know. You just don't know when to stop."

"Had to try that at least once." Sam said hoarsely, feeling stretched and sore in his jaw and ass. Sam let out a lingering moan and finally rolled onto his side. He used his arm as a pillow as he looked at Loki; just the one now. "Probably the best Christmas present I ever gotten. Even if it's over a week late." Loki smiled, laying on his back. He was always recovered long before Sam did.

"You lie." Loki accused playfully.

"No, way better than gas station presents." Sam rolled closer, going so far as to slide his arm over Loki's torso to rest his head on Loki's chest for a bit. There was a streak of playfulness that Sam happily blamed on the mead from earlier; even if had only been a few mouthfuls. Loki ran his fingers through Sam's sweat slicked hair and Sam went quiet, feeling a strong heart beat through Loki's chest. Loki may have looked completely relaxed but his heart still sounded like it was working on getting back to its normal pace. Whatever that was for a god, "I didn't get you anything."

"I didn't really expect you to." Loki shrugged, eyes fixated on Sam.

"I mean I got Max a gift, but I always bring him food. But you, and THAT." Sam grinned, "That was so good." Loki laughed and sat up a bit.

"Me thinks you had enough mead." Loki said and Sam moved when Loki did. Sam lifted himself up and kissed Loki's lips. Loki paused, surprised for a second before his fingers curled in Sam's hair and softened his lips to it. It wasn't the normal lust driven lip contact they were used to. Sam was sedated with pleasure and the kiss was warm rather than hot. Slow and deep. Sam's arms encircled Loki's neck, swept up in the sensation and curling his fingers into Loki's damp hair. It was impulsive and intimate in a much simpler way. It felt comfortable. Loki curled his arms around Sam's waist, keeping him nice and warm.

And Sam wanted to stay.

Sam drew back when he thought that. Loki was smiling, in a half-dazed happy way that Sam wasn't used to, "I'll take that as a Christmas present." Sam swallowed and forced a shy smile.

"Merry Christmas." Sam pulled back from Loki, sitting up and he decided he should really clean up before going back.

"Leaving already?" Loki sat up, "I could take like, 5 or 6 more of those if you were giving them out."

"One present." Sam stood, a little wobbly, but still steady and he gathered his clothes, "I really can't stay late tonight."

Loki groaned, sitting up, "Mine counted as at least two, come on."

Sam cursed himself for wanting to give in for just the briefest of moments. To fall in bed and just stay in Loki's embrace. Sam felt duped. Loki charmed him or tricked him; he must have. Sam hated himself for falling for what ever it was.

"So... call me?" Loki asked curiously as Sam had hastily cleaned himself and redressed.

"I'll... I'll call you." Sam felt breathless and he closed the apartment door after him. He leaned against the door for a minute, feeling like his whole world had been flipped once and he was still dealing with the lurch it caused.

Loki was a trickster. He slowly reminded himself that as he regained his balance and half jogged his way back to the motel. Loki was dangerous. Loki was a monster. The only reason Loki wasn't hurting people was because they had the deal going. But, how could Sam trust that Loki wasn't doing it anyway? Sam had no right to feel comfortable in Loki's arms. He had not right to want to stay. Sam should not have felt fine going in unarmed anymore. Loki's place was not supposed to feel like a second home. He'd even drank some alcohol that he'd had no clue about without a hint of suspicion.

Dean looked up from cleaning his gun on his bed when Sam barged in the door and Sam froze, a deer caught in the head lights. Dean's eyes rose high, "Nice sex hair, Sammy." Sam's hand darted up, immediately brushing it down, though after he looked in a mirror on the wall, he found his effort fruitless. A wide smirk planted itself on Dean's face as he looked down the length of his barrel, "Jesus, you're allowed to go get laid Sam. Might loosen you up a bit." Sam definitely felt his world crumbling then. Dean wasn't allowed to ever find out; ever.

"Bite me." Sam slipped into the bathroom and shut the door rather hard.

"What? She not tip you or something?" Dean chuckled at his own clever joke.

"Jerk." Sam muttered, looking at the damage of Loki's love bites on his skin.

Sam buried his hands in his hair. He then buried his face in his arms on the counter. He was out of control, Sam decided. Sam had lost himself in sex with a trickster and he didn't know which way was up any more. He was so deep in gray that black and white weren't even visible anymore. He let himself get too attached with the enemy. In mythology, Loki could charm just about anyone with lies and stories and now Loki was doing it to Sam. That was the only explanation.

Sam took a deep breath, collecting himself. He had to remember that what they had was just sex. And it should be kept as sex. He stood up, letting out the breath. He could do it. It could just be sex. Playful banter and cute dogs weren't going to draw him anymore. He would lay off for a while, throw himself into the next few cases. Sam nodded to himself in the mirror, but he felt almost nauseous from the decision.