Sympathy for the Devil

Chapter 3

 

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Tags: Handjob

 

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Sitting around in the lounge area after he came back from his visit with Sam, Dean was going over everything that went on with Cas and Bobby. There wasn't much to tell, really, just more his observations on things since the talk with Sam was just about general stuff, nothing too in depth since the head big, bad and nasty was riding him. However, he did want the angel to explain to him the touching bit as it was beyond bizarre. When he was finished with the rundown, he looked at Cas then asked, “So, since he said to have you explain things, how is he looking like he's touching Sam?”

 

Settling back in his chair, Cas asked, “Though he didn't touch Sam such as stroking or something, he was all but glued to him, wasn't he?”

 

Thinking over what he had seen, Dean then nodded, “Yeah, it was like they were sewn together.”



“That's quite a good analogy, actually,” Cas told him with a nod. “What you saw was just a visual manifestation of the fact that Lucifer and Sam are something like conjoined twins. They can't separate as they are occupying the same body. It would be the same thing if you could see Jimmy and myself.”

 

That explained some of it but not all. Many times he had seen Cas in a mirror but hadn't experienced what he had witnessed with Sam and Lucifer so that brought up his next question. “Alright, I get that but how can I see him when I haven't witnessed the same thing with you. You're both angels after all.”

 

“That's easily explained, Dean,” Cas told him in his normal deadpan. “Lucifer is an archangel and far more powerful than I. Because of that, he can manage such things. I can do something similar with Jimmy but you aren't able to witness it.”

 

Alright, that explained at least part of it in a way that Dean could understand but it still didn't give him clue one as to why Lucifer was being all touchy-feely with Sammy. So, that was the next thing that Dean asked the angel about.

 

Brow furrowing, Cas looked down and thought it over before starting to answer slowly. “As I told you before, Sam, as Lucifer's true vessel, won't deteriorate like Nick. He can contain him forever if need be. I do believe, though I'm not completely certain, that the touching you describe has more to do with keeping Sam happy than anything else. The happier and more content Sam is, the greater Lucifer's power will be. Since Sam is one of those beings that is more emotional and likes to be touched, I'm assuming that Lucifer is using that tactic to keep him content, at least to an extent.”

 

Though that made Dean twitch in a way he couldn't exactly explain, aside from the fact that it was more than a little creepy to even think about Lucifer caressing his brother in the way he had seen, he nodded, at least understanding what the angel that was always up their sleeve told them. More to himself than anyone in the room, Dean muttered, “Sammy seems to be alright,” as he stared at the floor, rolling the bottle of beer he was holding between his palms.

 

“He probably is,” Cas confirmed with a nod. “Lucifer isn't likely to treat his vessel badly as that would cause him to lose power.”



“How much more power does the son of a bitch need?” Bobby asked, tone incredulous. “Balls, he defeated Michael. That tells me he's about as powerful as one can get.”

 

Cas looked at the old hunter then said, “The more powerful Lucifer is, the easier things are for him. With the way he is, I'm sure he wants as much power as he can manage.”

 

Considering the ego on that being, Dean could understand it. Snorting, he took a sip of his beer then shook his head. But he was relaxed on topic, at least more than he was when he saw all that shit. It also heartened him to know that Sam was probably very well taken care of, aside from all the horrifying things he had to see or deal with in being Lucifer's vessel. But the whole power thing was triggering something, somewhere. He had a niggling that the reason Lucifer won was because he made a deal with Sam and that probably was his brother's way of protecting them. Though there was anger over that, something one would expect, it also made him want to grin. That was the Sammy he knew. And, honestly, he would have done the same thing in an effort to protect his brother so...

 

Shaking his head again, Dean took another drink then said, softly, “At least Sammy is fine.” Of all the things that happened, the only slight mood lightener was the fact that he know knew his brother was alright and being treated well. That took a load off his mind. It also lifted a lot of the worry he had been dealing with. But there was one more question he had before he would let the subject go, for now anyway. “When Head Evil Bastard touches him... can Sam feel that? Or is it more just for show?”

 

“Sam can feel it,” Cas nodded. “It goes back to the conjoined twins analogy, they are, essentially, one being. No one else could feel it if the Lucifer side touched them but Sam can because the soul resides in him. It's like having a ghost tethered to you. It's not the same feeling as if another human was doing so, but Sam can feel it.” He was about to end it there but decided, as an afterthought, to add, to soothe Dean, “I can assure you, it causes Sam no pain. It is just as you probably saw, nothing more than that.”

With a sigh, he leaned back and looked at his two friends. There was so much more he wanted to know but thought it best to observe when he could then ask later as he saw more of the situation. Taking another sip of his beer Dean then smirked and told them, changing the subject, “But, on the upside of things when it comes to this friggin' nightmare, we're getting a DVD player and movies. Plus, we get to start using the basement, it's a rec room of some kind apparently, and the pool to alleviate boredom.”

 

Eyeing Dean carefully, scratching his chin, Bobby asked, slowly, “Boy, what did you have to agree to so we get something like that?”

 

Looking at Bobby, Dean gave a small shrug, “Actually, nothing. Lucifer offered when Sam and I were talking about Jesse. I was saying he was bored and so were we. He seems to like the kid, understandably, and offered, nothing more than that.”

 

After scrutinizing the young hunter intently, Bobby then nodded. “Alright then, sounds good to me. At least we have something more to do that way. Just don't you go agreeing to shit, boy!”

 

“No chance, Bobby!” Dean chuckled. Settling back, he said, “It'll be nice to have something to do though!” Launching in, to change the topic, he started a conversation about what kind of DVD’s they wanted so they could put together an 'order' for Crowley, as Lucifer had told him to do.

 

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Curled up in the bed, Sam was flipping through the channels, trying to find something worth watching. Like Dean had said, there really wasn't much worth watching on TV anymore. But, after his brother had left, Lucifer had one of his peons call the cable company and turn on the pay channels for them so there was a better choice of nothing than before, it was just the chore of finding something that was the least amount of boring and/or annoying. At least there were now movies on most of the time that he could lose himself in as a distraction rather than just the other stuff.

 

Sighing, he shook his head, continuing to flip through the channels. Though he knew Lucifer could hear his thoughts and there was no way to mask them, he let them wander anyway to places like Dean, his friends, what all they had gone through, things that could have been done differently, etc. It didn't do any good to wallow, he knew that, nothing would change if he did, but he couldn't help it. On top of that, seeing and talking to Dean had brought back the longing to spend time with his brother like they had in the past. Their life, though it was something that drove him nuts quite often, was something that he was finding he missed, more than he ever thought he would. It wasn't so much what they did, more like the time and closeness that went along with it. Just spending time together, talking, wasn't the same. Especially since Dean had been uptight through the whole thing. He understood that, considering what was going on, but...

Sighing and shutting his eyes, Sam shook his head. It was so depressing! He just wanted the relationship back with his brother, nothing more. But, with the situation being what it was, that wasn't going to happen any time soon, something even more depressing.

 

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Lying there, holding Sam, Lucifer was staying quiet, listening to his vessels thoughts and gauging his feelings on the matter. The meeting with Dean had gone a long ways towards lifting the melancholy mood Sam had been in but not as much as he had thought. Though he viewed humans as something like more intelligent cockroaches, Sam, at least, had a complex and complicated thought process. The myriad of emotions that his vessel displayed were something that often had the archangel scratching his head in bewilderment. How could any being think and accomplish anything when they seemed to be torn in so many directions at once? If he had to deal with something like that, he was certain that he would never get anything done! That was one of the things that he still wasn't 'getting' when it came to these creatures. Nor did it seem that they were all happy and carefree about things, even when unmolested or tormented by demons. Oh, they HAD demons but they were of their own making, at least that's how it was when it came to Sam so he assumed others did as well.

 

Staring into the mirror that faced the bed, Lucifer pondered the look on Sam's face. It was confusing. He had obviously enjoyed Dean's visit with him, something that had been his goal when he set that up, but, with the good came more depression. All the visit seemed to do was even out when it came to the emotional aspect, not lift it up to a higher level as he wanted. Giving himself a mental scratch on the head, Lucifer pondered the situation. The best he could come up with when it came to the whole thing was that he had to give it time. The more time the brothers spent together, the more it would uplift Sam's spirits as he grew accustomed to the way the relationship was at this juncture. Hopefully, it would act like a curve and go upwards with time, growing, rather than just in spurts.

 

But, even with the excitement of seeing his brother again after so long of a time, the emotion that he had been looking for to experiment with wasn't there. It wasn't high enough to accomplish what he set out to do. That fact left him puzzled as to what to do to push Sam in that direction. Was there an element that he needed to increase the good feelings missing? Was it one he even knew of? That he didn't know but that told him he was going to have to keep a closer eye on his vessel and pay attention to what he was feeling in certain situations then take the clues in to assess what he might do next. Also, he made a mental note to venture into other areas with things to see reactions. Already, he was going to allow Sam to see his other friends on a regular basis and would probably be moving them up to the top floor where he was so that they could be in closer contact. It would add to the situation but he didn't think it was what he wanted.

 

Lying there, he curled up tighter to Sam, stroking him, not understanding all the feelings that his vessel was dealing with. It was strange, and beyond what he was used to but he was going to try to understand it, hoping that by poking around in Sam's subconscious while he was sleeping he could figure it out. He knew Sam wouldn't like it if he found out but it was the only way he had to deal with such things then gather information so he was willing to risk the tantrum from his vessel to do so. All he had to do was wait for Sam to fall asleep.

 

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Finding nothing worth really watching on, Sam gave up and flipped the TV to one of the premium channels that they now had. If he remembered right, this one ran movies and some original series that were geared more for adults. They were what was deemed hard-R in nature with some steamy scenes but plots that were more adult in nature. In the past, he would never watch anything like this if someone else where around but since Lucifer knew everything about him, he ignored the fact that he was sharing his body and concentrated on the TV.

 

Settling in, he vaguely remembered this series from seeing it before and liking it so, soon, he was enthralled by the imagery of what was going on. Unlike Dean, he wasn't into porn. What he liked was an erotic movie with a believable plot line that contained imagery that was more sensual and intimate rather than just overly sexual in nature. These kinds of series and movies did more for him than any porno ever thought of. And, as usual when watching such a thing, he felt his flesh stiffen then rise, body tingling. Though embarrassed by having Lucifer around while this happened, he had learned how to deal with this months ago so he did what was usual and ignored the archangel in favor of losing himself with the TV.

 

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Honestly, Lucifer hadn't been paying attention to anything with Sam or what was on TV. He had been going over what needed to be done the next day, things he still wanted to accomplish and how to move his goals along faster when something jolted him out of his internal ponderings. Something pleasurable, akin to bolts of lightning was dancing through Sam's body. It was jacking the 'good' feelings his vessel registered way up, closer to the goal of what he wanted than Dean's visit had managed. This startled the archangel then made him wonder what was going on.

 

Focusing on the feelings, Lucifer tried to figure out what was causing the sensations he was feeling because they still seemed to be growing. Glancing at that television thing, his brow furrowed slightly as it seemed that's what Sam was drawn to. Normally, it was something that he ignored, finding most of what ran on the thing, other than the news, to be utter rubbish but Sam and the others seemed to find it to be something that helped pass time. Eyes narrowing, he stared at the screen, trying to comprehend what he was seeing. From what he could gather, the images were of two humans engaging in a sexual act of some kind.

 

Staring at it for a minute, the evil archangel tried to figure out how watching the act on TV was something that could cause the feelings he was getting from Sam. Then it hit him... humans’ obsession with sex! That had been going on long before he had been locked in his cage. From what he gathered since being back on earth that obsession had grown with the technology, making it far more graphic and accessible. Just, well, Sam wasn't the kind to normally watch such things. They had run those ultra graphic porn movies before and his vessel seemed more embarrassed by them than anything. So what made this one different? That he didn't know.

 

Focusing on the television, he tried to determine what was different about this than the graphic ones. Quickly, he realized it wasn't as graphic. That, though you could tell what was going on by movement, you couldn't really see the act itself. Along with that, there seemed to be a believable plot to it and the acting was quite a lot better than the graphic ones he had seen. And Sam seemed mesmerized by it. The sensations that he was feeling stemmed from the sexual arousal Sam derived from watching the show. Those sexualized feelings were driving what he wanted from Sam higher. No, it wasn't at the level that he needed to give that one thing he wanted a try, but it was reaching there faster than anything else he had done. That was... intriguing.

 

Lying there, he paid close attention to his vessel and what he was feeling. From what he was getting, it seemed that Sam wanted release from the tension growing in his groin. The sexual excitement, it seemed, could be painful if it wasn't taken care of. As he hadn't paid much attention at all to all aspects of human sexuality, he hadn't really known this. Nor had Sam, since becoming his vessel, expressed sexual desires of any kind other than a few erotic dreams here and there, let alone ponder getting relief from them. It was fascinating for him to feel and observe.

 

Holding Sam, stroking a hand over his taut belly while resting his chin on his shoulder, Lucifer knew enough of his vessel by now that he realized Sam would rather be in pain than do something that might embarrass him. That was always something that made Lucifer shake his head. So, rather than feel the pain that supposedly came with the unrequited desire, Lucifer decided he should do something about it. Sam would, of course, protest this but he always won in the end. By no means was he an expert at what he was about to do. The truth was he hadn’t done it before at all. But he could feel what Sam did so he would let that guide him.

 

Nuzzling Sam in a way he usually did with his head, the archangel let his hand slide slowly down his vessel's stomach towards the bulge that was growing there. Using the boldness only someone like himself could possess, he slid his palm over his vessel's erection and rubbed it, feeling Sam stiffen up, hearing his quick intake of breath. Smirking to himself, he felt Sam try to pull away but held him still. “Hush, Sam! Don't struggle. I've seen you naked before and held onto you here when you've gone to the bathroom. This isn't much different. Let me assist.”

 

Starting to shake, Sam felt his heart hammering so rapidly in his chest he thought it would burst. This was wrong on more levels than he could count! And he should put a stop to it but that would be a futile attempt. Lucifer always got his way, always. If he was intent on doing this then there was nothing that could stop him. Rather than focus on the 'bad' aspects of it, Sam decided a huge fight wasn't going to be worth the effort then forced himself to relax and enjoy the feeling. Shutting his eyes, he moaned then arched his hips up into the hand that was caressing him.

 

Pleased that Sam gave up the fight so easily, Lucifer nuzzled him gently then pulled his hand away to undo the pants that his vessel was wearing. Pulling out the throbbing erection, Lucifer wrapped his hand around it then began to stroke slowly. Paying close attention to what Sam was thinking and feeling, he adjusted what he was doing accordingly until the younger Winchester brother was moaning loudly, hips lifting off the bed from the pleasure of it.

Concentrating to do it right, Lucifer's eyes sparkled. Oh the sensations Sam was feeling were sending the levels the archangel wanted soaring! Perhaps, this was the key he had been looking for. No, it wasn't exactly it as things weren't high enough, but it was a step the right direction! Now he just had to find the right key and he was ready!

 

Tightening his grip on the now throbbing piece of flesh, Lucifer moved his hand faster, wringing it slightly, something that had Sam quivering uncontrollably, his fingers digging into the bed sheets and babbling nonsense from the sensations it caused. Moving his hand faster as Sam's hips thrust more, Lucifer could feel the massive pleasurable buildup in his vessel and the sensations it caused washing through himself. The power that rippled from such a thing was amazing! Even Lucifer could enjoy that with the sensations that Sam was feeling from the act. Shutting his eyes, the archangel just felt what was going on, all but shaking from the feel of it.

 

Feeling his whole body throb then his balls tighten and draw up, that hot coil deep in his belly snapped, making Sam cry out as his orgasm washed over him. Stiffening up, he began to come, hips fully arched up off the bed as he bathed his own stomach with his spend, whole body feeling as though it were locked solid.

 

Even Lucifer himself had to bite back a moan at the wonderful sensations Sam's orgasm caused him. It was a huge, pleasurable rush that he hadn't felt before. And it was most enjoyable! This was, most certainly, something that they would be doing again!

 

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Lying there, still having an arm around Sam as he slept, Lucifer idly rubbed one of Sam's arms as he stared at the ceiling. He was waiting but thinking as he did. The power that came from Sam at the moment of orgasm was what he was pondering. That, he was sure, was what he was looking for. No, it wasn’t enough of it to accomplish his needs but it was the thing that was pointing him the right direction! Now all he had to do was figure out how to channel what he felt higher and he could manage.

Glancing at Sam as he let out a soft grunting sound in his sleep then turned over, Lucifer decided that it was time to take a walk around in his vessel's mind. He was sure that the clue he needed was in there, it was just a matter of finding it was all.

 

Turning on his side, Lucifer held Sam tightly then, slowly, being careful not to disturb the sleeping man, slipped into his mind. It took him a while of wandering around and sifting through things to find what he needed but, eventually, he managed. When he slipped out, he had a huge grin on his face. Apparently, what he needed to ramp things up was right under his nose. All he had to do was work towards putting the two factions together was all! Oh, this was going to be much easier than he thought!

 

Holding Sam close, still grinning, the archangel stroked the sleeping man's hair as he planned for his next move. Things would be happening as he wanted them, it was just going to take some effort was all!