worldfelldown: (happy } smile)
"Dean, come on. They let you use their car port at least." His car wasn't exposed to the elements outside as much as it would be if they parked outside the motel they were now stuck at for who knows how long. A huge snowstorm was blowing in and chances were good they'd be stuck for a while. Strangely enough, Sam wasn't too bothered by it.

At least not tonight.

A few days being trapped with Dean and boredom might change his attitude, but for now? He was just trying to get Dean to stop sulking over the damn car and the snow. They couldn't do much about it now. "Let's go grab some shut eye. It might be better in the morning."

But probably not.
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Sometimes, Sam looks across the tiny motel room and at the guy sprawled on his bed and wonders how it ended up like this. Lucifer riding shotgun... the real Lucifer. It's a million kinds of bad news and yet here they are, hunting, and probably slowly driving each other crazy.

Sam knows he's got to be going a little crazy, because sometimes Lucifer's company isn't even really that horrible. He's useful on hunts too. He knows plenty of lore, can pinpoint weaknesses with frightening accuracy.

And for now at least, Lucifer seems to accept that Sam's not going to agree to be his vessel again and that the apocalypse is off the table.

Shaking his head and clearing his thoughts, he nudges his laptop aside. "You want to go out? I'm starving now."

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