Chapter 78

Eventually, Sam does catch up to Lucifer, who's just walking through the halls, clearly upset. When saying his name doesn't stop him, Sam tries to catch his arm, but Lucifer pulls it free easily.

"Lucifer!" Sam hisses. "Stop and talk to me."

Lucifer doesn't stop, but he does slow down slightly. "Why should I?"

"Why shouldn't you?" Sam counters. "I thought things were going pretty good last night."

"So did I. Looks like we were wrong."

Sam lets out a sigh. "Look, let's go to my room and we can talk."

"Maybe that's the problem," Lucifer snaps.

"What?"

"No one else can know, right?"

"You know how Dean is," Sam insists. "I don't want to fight with him."

"You were perfectly happy standing up for Gabriel," Lucifer reminds him.

"That's different. Gabriel was my boyfriend."

Lucifer just rolls his eyes, not giving that a response.

Sam looks down at him curiously. "Did you want to be the new Gabriel in my life?" he asks cautiously, not sure how he feels about that. He may have slept with Lucifer on multiple occasions, but he and Gabriel had a special bond that he's just not sure he and Lucifer have — or not yet, at least, but who knows what the future holds?

Lucifer finally stops walking, meeting his gaze as he answers, "I wanted someone I could count on. After Michael and Gabriel ditched me, I should have known it would be too much to hope you wouldn't."

"I never ditched you, though," Sam says.

"You do every time the sun comes up," Lucifer replies. "If you want to be with your brother and his pet, go ahead. But I don't want to be your last choice."

"So you're making me choose," Sam surmises.

"not making you choose; is."

"But this doesn't have to be an either-or thing," Sam insists.

"Tell you what. If you can talk to me in front of Dean without him going off on a tangent about how I've done too much to you for you to forgive me or whatever, I'll be the first to say that you can talk to both me and Dean."

"But why does Dean have to know?" Sam asks.

"Because Dean finds out and it causes problems. So you have three choices — Dean, me, or to somehow convince Dean you can hang with us both — and I know just what you're going to choose."

"Yeah? And what do you think I'm going to choose?" Sam challenges.

"What do you think? . You would do anything for him, and he would do anything for you, and that is the problem. So go back to your brother, tell him you told me to get lost, and pretend this conversation never happened."

"And what if I don't want to?" Sam challenges.

"Then you're not thinking it through," Lucifer replies, stating it as an undeniably true fact.

"Maybe I don't want to think it through," Sam says. "Maybe I just want to hang out with you."

"Well, maybe don't want to hang out with ."

Sam scoffs. "You're not fooling me, you know," he tells him.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I know I could get you to take back everything you just said," Sam says confidently.

"Really? How?" Lucifer challenges, obviously doubting it.

Sam pushes him against the wall, pressing their lips together. Lucifer doesn't hesitate, kissing him back immediately. One hand wraps around his waist, the other one running through his long brown hair.

Unfortunately, because they're still in the hallway, they can't go much further than that, and even this is risky, so it only lasts about a minute before Sam pulls away, running a hand through his hair to neaten it again. He remembers how jealous Gabriel used to get that he could do that — but now isn't the time for Gabriel. He has Lucifer in front of him now, and that's where his mind should be.

"Alright, that's — that's very tempting," Lucifer admits.

"Tempting enough to change your mind?" Sam asks.

Lucifer purses his lips for a moment, then says playfully, "I don't know. I think I need to see more of what's in store for me if I do."

Sam's mind flashes back to last time this happened. He specifically said it would never happen again. He was done having sex with Satan. But at the same time, it wasn't really until last night that he really understood just how bearable Lucifer is — enough so that he's questioning the use of the word "bearable." It was actually rather enjoyable, really. For all the hell he and Lucifer have been through — literally and figuratively — he's actually a pretty fun guy, but more importantly, he's a good fuck.

Finally, Sam says, "You know where my room is."

Lucifer smirks and teleports the two of them into Sam's bedroom. Instantly, their lips meet again, not wanting to waste any time. When Kasie starts whining, Lucifer swiftly pulls of Sam's flannel and tosses it over the cage, leaving her in the dark and making her shut up.

"I think it might take more than just a flannel to cover that," Sam murmurs between kisses.

"Guess we're just gonna have to take some more layers off, then."