Waiting for you (Sam x Lucifer)

Part one: Truth Or Dare

Lucifer P.O.V

I walk toward the other side of the place that is the cage, skipping over the puddles of hell fire in my way. I cover my ears with my hands. I really do not want to listen to what Micheal has to say. After he had to hop out of Adam's body he thought that was a reason to try and bother me.

"Luci, please we need talk," Micheal begs me.

"Shut the Hell up! I don't want to deal with you," I respond. I am not in the mood to deal with him. 

"Is that jealousy I hear," Adam sing songs. 

"No!" I lie. I guess I was a bit jealous... of a lot of things. The fact that I got kicked out heaven is one of them. But I also I feel like Micheal has a stronger bond with Adam than I have with Sam. Sam just... hates me, but I don't hate him.

Micheal jogs over to where I'm standing and places a hand on my shoulder. "Look I'm sorry that this had to happen. I have never wanted to hurt you like that, I-," 

"I don't want your apology. You had your chance, before the fight. I never wanted to fight you," I push Micheal's hand off my shoulder and walk farther away.

I turn my head for quick second and see Micheal go to talk to Adam. I turn my head back around and walk a few more feet before I sit down criss-cross. I put a still damaged hand on my forehead and close my eyes. I imagine earth, all of it, the tiny imperfect humans, the beautiful trees and flowers, the monsters that haven't been killed and sent to purgatory yet. All of it.

Sam P.O.V

I look up from my laptop and see him again. Lucifer. It has been months since he has messed with me. I thought that I was finally okay, but I guess not.

"Hiya Sam," Luci said with the biggest smile I've seen in a while.

I look around the motel room I'm in. Me and Dean just happen to be working a job right now, right timing Lucifer. I get up out of my chair and walk to the bathroom. I place my hands on the edge of the sink and look at my reflection in the mirror. Lucifer walks up behind me and looks eye to eye at my reflection.

"What do you want?" I ask, which might not be a good idea. But I want to know why he is here.

"Yay! You're talking to me, that makes me happy," Luci wraps his arms around me, but I can't really feel since he is just a vision. "I want to talk to you. That's why I'm here."

"That's all?" I'm kinda confused at his request. "What about?"

"You. Us. Everything... I don't know. I just want someone to talk to. Micheal is getting on my nerves," Lucifer places his hand on the side of his face while he thinks. "Let's play truth or dare."

"Really? Do I have to?" I ask.

Lucifer nods.

"Fine," I sigh. "Dare."

"Hmm... I dare you to rub ice cubes all over your face... in front of Dean," Luci finishes his sentence with a devilish smirk.

"Are you serious?" I ask with a pout, I really don't want to do this.

"If you don't I'll fucking torture your brain with the worse thing possible," Luci just smiles at me. It's creepy.

"Okay then...,"

We walk out into the room where Dean is sitting on the bed drinking a beer. Lucifer sits on top of the table where my laptop is sitting. I walk over to the fridge and open the freezer door and pick up an ice tray. I hesitantly dig a few cubes out of the tray and place them in my hand. I put the tray down on the counter and walk in front of Dean.

"Sam?" Dean looks up at me. "What are you doing?"

I look Dean straight in the eye and start rubbing the ice all over my face. Lucifer couldn't keep himself from laughing at me. I let the ice fall to the floor when my face is completely wet and silently walk back into the bathroom and lock the door behind me.

I hear Dean bang his fist against the door. "Sam, what was that! Is something wrong?"

"No, everything is fine," I try to say calmly as I push Lucifer into the open shower behind him. 

"Sam open the door. I can tell you're lying," Dean says as he tries to pick the lock.

"No I'm not," I reply as I turn the water on and push Luci back down.

Lucifer decides that he doesn't want to deal with what's happening right and poofs his image back to Hell. Dean opens the door and walks in to see me covered in water, one foot in the shower and the other on the floor.

"What the Hell happened here," Dean asks me with wide eyes as he looks at me and the room around me.

I try to step out of the shower, but I slip on the water on the floor and fall on my face.

"I don't want to talk about it," that's all I say as I try to stand up. I place a hand on the sink and pull myself up. I grab a towel and dry my face and hair and then the rest of me. I put the now damp towel on the sink and walk past Dean out toward the beds and lay down. I wrap myself in the blanket on my bed like a burrito.

Dean pokes me asking what's wrong and what happened but I don't answer him. Soon Dean gives up and walks over to his bed and flops down without a blanket on top of him.

'Damn it Luci,' I think to myself. What does he really want? I will admit that was a bit fun seeing Dean's reaction as I rubbed the ice on my face. What other ideas does Lucifer have?