Lucifer darted in for another hungry kiss before releasing Sam to get whatever he needed. He trusted Sam's answer, that there would be no regret the next morning, no recrimination and none of the rather typical Winchester self-doubt. Neither of them should want this, but that wasn't stopping him from watching Sam with an almost predatory gaze as he rummaged in his bag for supplies.
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Date: 2014-01-18 02:16 pm (UTC)