Chapter 67

Sam is sitting in the hallway, his back against the wall and his legs pulled up to his chest. He's just staring off into space, reliving his favorite memories with Jess because there's really nothing else to do.

He's not paying attention to his surroundings, so when someone almost trips over him, he's brought back into reality immediately. Looking up, he sees Lucifer stumble slightly, but he catches himself quickly. Clearly, Sam wasn't the only one one not paying attention.

Lucifer looks down at him for a moment before asking, "Shouldn't you be with Gabriel?"

"I'm not do anything," Sam snaps. He looks back at the wall, silently telling himself to stop. He's not getting in it with Lucifer. That never ends well.

"Okay, don't you be with Gabriel?" Lucifer amends.

"Long story," Sam replies, then adds, "And not one I want to tell you."

"Alright, I get it," Lucifer assures him. "But you're in my pacing path, so scram."

"Go pace somewhere else."

"Well, I'm pacing the hallways, so that's not gonna do a lot of good, now, is it?" Lucifer replies.

"You know what? I don't care. Just leave me alone."

Lucifer looking around, tapping his lips with his finger as he thinks. Finally, he says, "How about I fix your room, you go to sleep there, and I get the halls to myself?"

"You're welcome to fix it," Sam tells him. "Doesn't mean I'm gonna use it."

Lucifer sighs. "God, you're annoying. Well, you can't just sit here, so where do you want to go?"

"Doesn't matter," he replies. "We're stuck here."

Lucifer rolls his eyes. "Satan, remember? I can make you think you're somewhere else, and then you can get out of my way and we're all good, 'kay?"

"Unless you can get me out of the bunker, I'm not interested."

Lucifer pauses, thinking that over. Finally, he says, "I guess I could get you out of the bunker, but not quite how you'd think."

"Seriously?" Sam says in surprise. He stands up immediately, not wanting to wait any longer to get out of here. "Yes, please, get me the hell out of here."

Lucifer teleports them to the roof, expecting him to be disappointed in it. That was the whole goal, really. He's definitely not trying to help Sam out, though the fact that he made the boy watch his girlfriend burn to death is probably proof enough of that. Any minor disappointments are worth it.

Instead, Sam grins, taking it in. "Oh, thank god; fresh air. I don't know what I'd do if I was stuck in that bunker much longer." He takes a deep breath, letting the outside air fill his lungs before looking over at the angel. "Lucifer, you're a life saver." He pauses. "I can't believe I just said that."

"You realize this is just the bunker's roof, right?" Lucifer asks. "I didn't bring you to Disney World."

"I haven't left the bunker in ," Sam reminds him. "At this point, I'm getting desperate." An escape's an escape, no matter how small.

"In that case, voilà. Welcome to the roof. Glad you like it. I'm gonna go."

"Then how do I get down?" Sam asks.

Lucifer smirks. "Good luck."

"Lucifer..." Sam says, his voice a warning.

"What? You just want me to sit up here until you get bored?" Lucifer demands.

"Do you really have anything better to do?"

Lucifer opens his mouth, pauses, then shuts it. With a sigh, he sits down, stretching his legs out in front of him. This is just great. At least he gets to be outside, though. It's better than just doing nothing the bunker.

Sam lies down a few feet away, looking up at the stars. It's actually a pretty sight; something he's never really taken the time to look at. Part of him wants to ask Lucifer if he knows anything about them — why they exist, mainly — but talking to Lucifer never ends well, and the odds he'd get anything other than a sarcastic remark out of him are slim.

The nerd in him wins, and he asks, "Do you know where the stars came from?"

"My brothers and I made them, so watch it," Lucifer snaps.

"I wasn't going to trash them," Sam says defensively. "Chill."

They lapse into silence again, both pretending the other isn't there because they know the whole experience will be a lot more enjoyable like this, and they aren't wrong.