It had been a week since Loki had invited himself into Sam's apartment. Sam tried to ignore him. He kept researching for a way to save Dean of find Lilith. He just followed any lead that would help. Loki kept constant food on the table and Sam found himself picking at it. He never quite finished a full plate and treated Max to most of the meat products. When Sam ran into another dead end, he picked up the rotgut and drank. Loki just gave him an annoyed look most of the time and Sam snapped that if he didn't like it, he could leave. But Loki didn't leave. He wasn't there all the time, but he never left for long.

"Your liver is going to end up failing." Loki sat on the edge of Sam's bed.

"Oh well." Sam had the bottle neck between his fingers. He'd finished his last book with no results and Loki rolled his eyes. Max was laying down on the bed next to Loki and huffed tiredly.

"Even Max says you stink." Loki said and when Sam gave him a raised brow, Loki waved his hand, "You're not exactly spring time fresh. And you've barely touched any food all day-"

"I don't care." Sam snapped, gripping the bottle tight, "I never asked you to stay or help, so if you don't like it, leave." Loki's face tightened.

"Well excuse me for not wanting you to drink yourself into the grave. You're a full grown man that should be able to take care of yourself." Loki folded his arms and rolled onto his back, grumbling.

"Then stop treating me like a child." Sam leaned heavily against his kitchen counter. That was it, Loki decided.

"Fine." Loki clapped his hands in the air loudly and sat up, snapping both hands. All of Sam's cluttered mess of books and notes disappeared from the table and so did the bottle in his hand. Sam also felt suddenly -despairingly- sober. Sam gave Loki a torn expression, as if Loki was making him face the horrors of having no way to save Dean with no alcohol in his system. Loki stood, hands on his waist, "Sam Winchester, you're an adult, and you've been moping in here since Dean died. Drinking yourself into a coma is NOT what Dean would have wanted. You're lucky I've been watching your drunk ass because otherwise you would be dead, by your own devices or by some demon's. You're not bringing Dean back and you're not hunting Lilith." Sam's eyes widened and Loki threw his hands into the air, "I'm not stupid, Sam. You've already gone through all of the resurrection books humanity has and now you've moved onto demon books. Just stop it. You're still obsessing over Dean."

"I'm not going to stop looking for Dean or Lilith, and you can't make me!" Sam yelled. He pointed to the table, "Put back, my, notes."

"No." Loki folded his arms, "Not until you take a shower. Not until YOU start taking care of YOU. Because you're right. You are NOT a child and you are better than THIS." he gestured to Sam in his 3 day old clothes and halfway to another breakdown. Sam was red faced with rage and he kicked over the table and a chair, causing a lot of noise and scaring Max off the bed and back through the doggie door Loki had made (Which was a portal back to Loki's apartment).

"Fuck you!" Sam stood over Loki and Loki narrowed his eyes, "You think just because you're a god you can tell me to do, but you don't rule my life!"

"I'm doing this for your own health you ungrateful asshat!" Loki yelled right back, "Believe it or not, I care whether you break your neck or go insane from grief. I'm definitely not doing it for my own sanity because you are driving me INSANE. You're insufferable!"

"Then leave! I never wanted you around anyway! I hate you!" Sam yelled, Loki's nose scrunched up and he really wanted to knock some sense into Sam. Oh yes, he wanted to punch Sam's mouth. He could put him back together just fine, even make Sam forget the whole thing. Instead he snapped his fingers and he disappeared, finding homage in his own apartment.

Loki was nearly vibrating with anger and he spotted Max hiding under the couch, poking out his nose to see who was with him. Loki took away the doggie door and folded his arms, "Stupid, stupid, Winchester..." Loki spat the words and his body just vibrated with pent up aggression. Luckily he knew how to take care of that. He knew some People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals that could use some trickster punishments.

Hours later after some entertaining animal attacks and one impalement, Loki found himself more relaxed than he had been in months. PETA really sucked when it came to animals support. Loki popped back into his apartment and Max was pining at the door.

"Hey, bud." Loki scratched Max's head and walked in with a cake in a shopping bag. There was that one corner store that he'd heard good things about and he was eager to see if there was a new roller coaster for his taste buds to enjoy. He set it on the table, expecting Max's curiosity to get the best of him. Because Loki had a small dog friendly cake in there with it. But Max was still at the door and he whined at it. Loki rolled his eyes.

"Not right now, Max. Just leave Sam alone for a few days. He's intolerable." Loki brought out the cake, "I got something for you. It's vanilla~." Max didn't come and Loki only heard scratching at the door. Scratching where that dog door had been. Loki sighed and put down the small cupcake, "Fine. Fine. We'll check in on him. Make sure he hasn't impaled himself on a pen or something."

Loki walked over to the door and picked up Max, flying them both back to Sam's apartment. It was already dark outside as well as inside. Sam was curled up in the cot and Max's paws wiggled, eager to go and see Sam again now that he wasn't yelling and kicking furniture. Loki put Max down and the small dog skittered over to the cot, hopping in bed and greeted Sam with wet kisses. Sam woke up and his arms instantly wrapped around the small dog, hugging him close.

"Hey, Max." Sam spoke with a gummed up voice and Loki slid his hands into his pockets, watching from a distance. At least Sam was alright, he thought. Loki felt like he was failing in his quest to get Sam better. Failing to change the path Sam was on. If he couldn't get Sam to let go, he was going to start the apocalypse. If Sam didn't trust him then Lucifer was going to wear Sam for eternity and beyond. Not only that, Loki was starting to believe it every time Sam said he hated him and maybe there was nothing he could say or do to ever get back what they had.

Loki waved his hand, bringing back the doggie door for Max in case he wanted to go back home and was about to go home himself. No use letting Sam know he'd brought Max there.

"Loki?" Sam sat up slightly, looking for him and Loki stopped. Damn, Sam Winchester for looking like a kicked dog.

"What?" Loki walked to the end of the bed, giving Sam a deadpan look. Great, Sam looked guilty. And he damn well should because he was a real pain to care for.

"I... I'm sorry about earlier." Sam said and Loki walked around the bed.

"You should be. You're a pain and a half when you're like that." Loki looked away from Sam's broken expression, "Go back to sleep, you look like a wreck." He went to brush his finger's through Sam's hair and Sam caught it when it curled around his ear. Sam leaned his cheek into it.

"Stay?" Sam asked. Loki hesitated but nodded, because those damn eyes begged him to.

"Sure." Loki agreed and when Sam didn't let go, Loki knelt on the bed. He was eventually tugged down into a warm hug and Sam nuzzled his nose into Loki's hair. At least Sam smelled better. Loki smiled and squeezed his arm around Sam's middle, squeezing back a little.

"At least you smell spring time fresh now." Loki commented.

"I did need a shower." Sam admitted slowly and Loki patted his back.

"Me and Max appreciate it." Loki smiled and speaking of, Max climbed from behind Sam to squeeze between them so Sam had to loosen his grip. Loki caught Sam's smile and smiled back. Sam pursed his lips to wet them, a flicker of his tongue showing in the streetlamp light.

"Do you know how weird this is?" Sam asked slowly.

"Well you don't often shower, and I should tell you it's good for you." Loki quipped. Sam had maybe showered twice since he'd been there. And Sam got sweaty and ripe in the non-sexy way.

Sam rolled his eyes, "I mean having you here. All the time. And there's no sex." Loki thought about it for a moment.

"Do you want sex?" Loki asked.

"Well..." Sam trailed off so Loki continued.

"Because I got the distinct impression that you're still pissed at me. And I don't generally sleep with people who hate me. Angry, sure. Aggressive, yeah, why not. Alcoholic, with a side of grieving, that's cutting it close. But honestly, I haven't felt like it. Not with your mood swings." Loki trailed his fingers down Sam's back, idly tracing Sam's spine. Sam was quiet and he squeezed Max and Loki a little tighter.

"I don't hate you. I was angry." Sam said sadly.

"You're like, Hulk angry. It's not sexy." Loki knew angry people that could be sexy when angry, but that definitely wasn't Sam.

"I know. I'm sorry." Sam gave him those eyes again and Loki sighed, rubbing Sam's back again.

"I'll forgive you. But really, I'm a god, not a saint. I only have so much patience." Loki told him and Sam nodded.

"Okay." Sam eyed him steadily and leaned in, giving Loki one of those sweet kisses that had started only a few months ago. The ones that were sweeter than chocolate and never failed to bring a smile to Loki's lips. He'd missed those. He watched Sam fall asleep and he stayed. He was a little bored, yes, but he stayed.