Dream a little dream of me.
Lucifer sat in silence for quite some time after Castiel left. He needed to get his mind back in place, calm himself, get complete control. He couldn't let any residual frustration slip through the guise and startle Sam. He could feel the man slipping away, coming close, and he would be able to pull him in soon.
His eyes fluttered closed for a moment while he let Jessica's form fog around his, taking her appearance on as his own once again. Pulling himself into position, under the covers, on the right side of the bed where she always slept, because he always slept on the left. Turning her back away, closing her eyes, she shifted him into this plain of his subconscious; where he would lie thinking he was still in his room, making this whole scenario more confusion for him.
And then... "Sam, Sam."
She heard him awaken in the dream, and then felt the warm press of his lips against the curve of her neck, meant to awaken her too. She rolled over, moving with him as he pulled back to look at her; moving in unison as if they were tied together. Lying back on the crisp material of the pillow she smiled fondly at him for a moment, looking at him just to watch him look back. He was becoming slightly more accustomed to this, to the fact that she was here, talking to him.
"So, this is your life now?" she asked, reaching a hand to caress his cheek, "think you can just live forever with your head buried in the sand?"
