A/N: Had an idea after watching Sam and Dean become born again virgins.

Warning: Self Pleasure

"How dreadfully boring you've been Mr. Henry." The tone of his voice was smooth, the words dripping slowly from his lips. Pools of hazel hues drifted lazily over the strewn out figure of a man sprawled across a metal table. His skin oozed of blood through gaping wounds with a touch of burnt edges reaching in just enough to keep him from bleeding completely out. Lucifer draped a hand across the man's chest as it heaved with shallow breaths. Expelled grunts of pain filled the room, whispering into silence when Lucifer gestured a finger to his lips. "Hush little one." He drew closer, examining the twisted visage of agony carefully. "That is one of your many flaws, sadly. You're much too noisy. You remind me too much of those galling Seraphs crying Holy all the time." His sentence finished with a slight roll of his eyes, his body shifting just a bit further from the others. The man responded with a hushed whimper, fear stifling the agony building in his throat. "Now," he started abruptly with a loud clap of his hands, "how shall we proceed, hm? Perhaps w-." Sam. Lucifer paused a moment, a familiar tug pulling his interest elsewhere. Sam! There it was again, that grating voice searing through his mind. "Our time has run a bit short, Mr. Henry. I'm afraid I have other matters to attend to. You'll have to remain.. Indisposed for a bit longer."

Now came the incommodious task of withdrawal, returning to the source of his vessel's summoner. Though his time was spent, in his regard, not wasted, he also believed the adventure of pretension was much more gratifying. "Sammy?" The voice was much closer, more real and muffled behind a wall. As Lucifer appeared into the small confined room he found himself in great anticipation but yet felt a greater pull from within him. "Don't hurt him." A broken voice staggered into existence. "Dear Sam, that would be no fun at all! I know Dean will regale me thoroughly, if not I have means." The words fell ominously, not only suggesting but sealing his plight for mirth. Sam simmered for a moment, burning at the surface. "You don't trust me?" Lucifer felt compelled to ask of course, tightening his face into sorrow. "I'm hurt, Sam, I really am." There wasn't a response yet it felt like eyes piercing through his own. He waved a hand, offering a small smile before continuing to the door. "Dean, what's up?"

The older Winchester spun about with a perplexed expression across his face. He was silent, his mouth hanging open like he wanted to say something but no words found him. He started towards Sam slowly, reaching out to touch his shoulder just as he was in range. "Uh, you stayed out late." Concern writ on his face as well as etched in his words. Sam gave a small smirk then a tired nod. "Yea, I ran into a little trouble," he said groggily, looking down at the blood stains across his shirt and jacket. Dean quirked an eyebrow and began to nod slowly. "I guess you showed them.. Alright well, why don't you change while I pack, we'll be hitting the road in 20." Damn that authoritative nature of his. Sam, the puppy, following his elder's every step. It was a surprise he didn't trip on his own big feet. "Shut up.." Lucifer heard Sam again, this time his voice much more pronounced. "Should I ask him if he wants to the hold leash? Or do you think he trusts us?" He let out a small breath of a laugh. Sam, however, wasn't amused nor did he respond.

It took just moments for him to change, though he lingered in the room longer than he thought necessary purely for human dramatics as he so simply put. "Sam, you ready?" A voice followed by a quiet thudding on the door caused Lucifer to turn on his heel. "Yea, I'll be out in a second." He waited a second as the presence behind the door drifted away. "Alright I'll be in the car." As soon as he heard the door shut he exited the room and soon followed. "You're having too much fun with this." Sam finally said, his tone low and somewhat annoyed. "Why feign ignorance if you aren't prepared to go the whole nine yards?" Silence.

Unfortunately for Lucifer, he wasn't prepared for a long, extended drive of nothingness as a passenger but it seemed fate had other plans for him. However, it never meant he wasn't allowed to improvise, which by all standards, he was perfectly attuned and adept to doing just that. His eyes gazed down at the passing roadside, lost in a trance or rather in his own imagination running rampant of glorious and malevolent schemes. Luck would be on his side today for just as he looked up he spotted a church sign. Interesting indeed, though more for his own personal gratification. "Stop the car!" He called out, sitting up and staring back at the church they had just past. "What? Why? Don't tell me you forgot something.." Dean slowly pulled off the side, leaving the engine running and half prepared for a bat turn. "No, it's that church. I helped some people there before." He gulped, as if somehow worried for their well being which played off well. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to check on them, just hurry up will ya? We gotta kill a day already, I don't want to be on the road anymore than I have to right now." Sam nodded quickly to Dean then climbed out. Before he strode away he leaned in towards the window and regarded his brother with a look of something strangely resembling empathy. "I won't be long, just keep it running." Dean waved a hand, his interest lacking at the moment. "Yea, yea."

"What are you doing?" Sam piped up again, his voice climbing to the surface with ferocity as Lucifer neared the entrance. "Calm down, Sammy, we're late for a meeting." His response came as soon as he cleared the door almost immediately greeted by an older man garbed in a plain white robe. "Are you here for our group gathering?" Lucifer nodded, not offering any words but a small smile. "I must ask, I've never seen you around.." The man bantered as he guided Lucifer to a doorway that lead into a small classroom. "It's Sam, I'm, how do you say, born again." He entered and all eyes were suddenly on him. Even his presence alone caused a pressure in the room, however this was his intent. He found an empty seat, regarding each youthful face with subtle attentiveness. "Meat for the grinder." He mused. Sam seethed of worry. "Don't hurt anyone, Lucifer!" Lucifer grimaced, absorbing Sam's verdant energy. "Will you beg for them, Sam?" There was a moment that lingered in silence before Sam's voice came to life again. "Please, Lucifer... Don't hurt them." He pleaded quietly, his tone of a distant desperation as if the fight was almost out of him.

He licked his lips slowly, adjusting his position in the creaking wooden desk. "Good boy... Now just surrender to me, they will be okay." He could still sense Sam's shaky resolve floating on the surface, his uncertainty resting in his silence. "I will be gentle, I promise." It wasn't exactly the reassurance he wanted but he knew it was all he'd get. Silently, he phased back into the recess, leaving Lucifer to his own devices only able to watch from afar. His attention to Sam was short lived as he heard his named called by a petite, blonde girl sitting just across from him. ".. unexpected but welcomed, thank you Sam for joining us, why don't you tell us about the choice you made." A burning grin smouldered across his lips, daring to reach full potential. "Ah, abstinence. Maintaining frugality. It is an important choice isn't it? Or is it? Perhaps to heed to our desires is to strip away our own humanity, were we not given free will? We have the choice, thus we make it, but is it not out of our own vanity we choose this specific lifestyle? And is that not but one of the 7 deadly sins?" He sat up more, gaining the eyes of the entire room with his soft spoken conjectures.

"Pride.. " He began, inspecting each face and plucking at their thoughts of uncertainty and bewilderment. "In it's own, a vain existence in our mind of self inflicted conceptions of how we must appear to not only ourselves but the entire world. We live life like a huge eye in the sky is constantly watching us, judging us, holding each move we make against us. But when we realize what we perceive is the facade we conceived ourselves, we become more open to the reality that our wills are not limited nor confined for the sake of others." The room was becoming increasingly hot, the temperature rising steadily as he spoke. Each one of the youths stirred in their chairs, a rather uncomfortable wave of tension falling over them the more they watched and listened. "Tell me, if not tempted to break your vow, do you not find your needs satisfied by other means, to put it simply?" He questioned, the smirk rising on his lips as he bled the innocence from their minds. "But you're curious aren't you?" He reclined faintly, smoothing a hand up his chest at an agonizingly slow pace.

"When you have sworn to love another at this proposed right time, how do you fulfill yourself? Is it wrong to love yourself? Are you not supposed to love yourself?" Heads nodded slightly, sweat beading on their skin as their heart rate increased. He shoved buttons loose from their holdings, lost a layer of clothing, and began a methodically slow trace down his stomach with his hand. "You see, I do love myself, very much. And when I can't contain the love I have, I let it burn inside of me until it explodes. And it is glorious.. You see I take much pride in this.. vessel." He let out a low groan, causing a few of the girls to whimper. The energy in the room was filling with Lucifer's essence, each word sending a wave of his intent streaming into their repulsive gaping minds. His hand continued it's venture down his body, snaking down between his twitching thighs that burned with longing and between them, an aching erection that tanned the outside of his pants. "Hm, I can feel it building inside me.. It's twisting and twirling, fluttering and sputtering, tightening, but most of all it is a fanned blaze. With each touch I feel myself closer to the edge, ready to explode."

He started to reach down his thigh, pressing against it hard as he rubbed upward along his bulge, fingering the head with his thumb and index. The room was becoming moist, an air of static hanging about them as they squirmed in their chairs. He didn't offer anymore words, he didn't need to at this point. His actions alone amounted for the damage dealt to their will. He could sense their desire. It burned darkly in the brightly lit room, that shade of lust reaching out to him with tendril like fingers. "Lucifer, you're sick.." Sam breaths were short and ragged as they escaped his lips or rather Lucifer's, though one the same. However that voice was from within and only caused Lucifer to smile to himself. "But look how your body reacts to my touch. Hm, it wants it, Sam. You want it." He breathed lowly, sinking his hand into his pants. The warm touch of his hand sent shivers throughout his body and his swelling cock responded with more prominence, vibrating in his grasp.

He slid himself from it's constraints, finally unhindered the girth throbbing between his fingers. The room gasped, their legs tightening together, seeping of bodily fluids. He didn't care much for the stench but rather the act alone that pleased him the most. Long fluid strokes rewarded him groans and whimpers, not just from the room but from himself. The sound of Sam's low throaty rumble emanating throughout him was harmonious with his own. His body slumped further, opening his legs more and gaining more focus to his hips as he watched precum weep from the head. "Have you ever tasted yourself, Sam?" He asked in between breaths, shallow and hindering his speech. There was no response. How could Sam respond to that? He was fighting against the power of an angel who had utter and complete control over him, every single aspect taken over. He heaved heavily, unable to hold out against Lucifer. Just as he did Lucifer tensed, spraying his chest with cum as it pumped out of him, the release sending waves of pure ecstasy throughout him. The girls threw silent fits in their position, watching the display with their own desire crying out to them, yet it never truly reached.

He dragged his fingers along the mess and collected the substance, bringing it to lips and lapping it up slowly. "What do you think, Sam? How do you taste?" He mused, sucking on a finger then moving it gently from his mouth to hang on his lips until his arm fell loosely to his side. His eyes lazily moved about the room before he arose, gathering himself. He started to turn away, adjusting his shirt, the eyes of one girl following his every move. She blinked and could have sworn he was disheveled but suddenly appeared as he was before he spoke. The air lifted but their minds remained corrupted. It was all behind him as he left the church, approaching the car and sliding in quickly. "Took you long enough." Dean huffed, shifting into drive and speeding away. "Aw Sammy, I think you came just in time..." His sinister grin widening as Sam sauntered to the darkness in silent retreat.

A day's drive was over and they found themselves at yet another hotel room. Lucifer found it a perfect opportunity to continue his deeds. He entered a darkened room, only a dim light hanging from a thin wire swaying in the center. He approached the metal table, a long drawn out sigh escaping his lips. "You just couldn't wait, could you, Mr. Henry?" He asked, drumming his fingers on the lifeless mutilated body.