A/N: In regards to the events of season 7, I just couldn't resist. It may not seem like Fight Club at first but this is just part one. Be patient young ones! XD

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My name is Sam Winchester. My life hasn't always been what you'd call 'normal'. I've been a hunter my whole life. No, I don't hunt deer, or duck. I hunt the creatures that usually keep your kids up at night. Demons, werewolves, vampires. You name it, I've hunted it.

I'm not like most hunters. See, most hunters move around and never stay in one place. It keeps them safe from the creatures they hunt and from the authorities that are usually after them. I stay in one place because I can. I'm not one to brag but I'm really good at what I do and I'm not worried about any creatures getting to me. At least that was what I said before that demon with a flamethrower destroyed my home.

Hold on, let me back up a bit.

Being a hunter doesn't pay much of anything; in fact nine and a half times out of ten you don't get paid at all. So of course, I had a normal job. I worked as one of the head project managers at Blue Cross and Blue Shield Health Insurance, specifically cancer and tumors. It took me quite a while to get there and I was just as good at that job as I was hunting.

I was a favorite around the office. People liked seeing me and greeted me all the time. I was the go-to guy for almost everything. Big job means a big salary and man did I use it. I had a condo on the top floor of a condominium complex on the upside of town and I had an expensive car (a black 2012 Dodge Charger blacktop).

I was living the high life.

And he ruined everything.

This dick Gabriel Novak, the new guy. He comes in that office, all jokes and smiles and a damn lollipop in his mouth and he thinks he knows what he's doing. He didn't work in my department but he was close enough that I had to see his stupid smirk every day.

Every day it was the same thing. He walked by my cubicle, his shirt only half tucked in, his tie a mess. He had a yellow lollipop that day. I could smell it. It was pineapple flavored. He smiled at me, all lips and no teeth, and then continued on his way to the copier. I glared.

If I had a tumor, I would have named it Gabriel.

So, about that demon and the flamethrower. He had been watching me for a while. At least that's what he told me. To make a really long draw-out story short, he had a flamethrower and he ended up using it on my condo before I could stop him. I managed to exorcise him just before the fire department showed up.

That was the first step that pushed me toward my bizarre situation that involves me living with a man that went by the name of 'Lucifer'.

I didn't want to be a bother to the other hunters in the city, so instead of asking them to let me stay with them, I took to staying in different hiding places at night. I knew that in most parking garages, people never parked above the seventh floor. So I stayed on the ninth. Always better to be safe than sorry.

The whole hermit deal went on for about 2 weeks before I met him. He approached me one day while I was sitting having a beer at one of the bars in the shadier side of town. Probably not the safest idea since I was wanted by a lot of dangerous people and creatures but hey, a guy's gotta get his booze somewhere.

"Sam Winchester, right?"

I looked up at the sound of the smooth voice addressing me. Standing next to my booth was a tall blonde man in jeans and a t-shirt, a contrast to my button up shirt and slacks I had worn to work. I stared at him for a moment before nodding.

"That's right."

He stuck out his hand, smiling.

"Nick DuBois." He said. I took his hand, surprised at his grip.

"Sam Winchester, but you knew that." I said with a smile.

"May I?" He said. I nodded and he sat down across from me, still smiling at me. I called for another glass and Nick poured himself a glass of beer, swallowing it down easily.

"You're probably wondering how I know you." He said, hands in his lap. I shrugged. I was pretty well known, as a hunter and as a project manager.

"I've heard your name through the grape vine. Word on the street is you're a pretty good hunter."

Okay so it was the hunter part he knew. I smiled and shrugged again.

"I'm alright I guess. I'm not fantastic. Who'd you hear about me from?" I asked because honestly I think I'd remember the name 'Nick DuBois'. Nick gestured vaguely.

"One of my hunter buddies said to look you up. Heard about your condo. Bad luck, man." He said, soberly slightly. My smile faded a little but I just took another sip of my beer.

"Yea most demons don't like me very much. What can I say, I'm good with Latin."

Nick chuckled and poured another glass for himself.

"I'm pretty good with demons too. I've earned the name 'Lucifer' somewhere along the way. That's the name most people know me as and I go by more often than not."

I laughed, feeling pretty relaxed around this guy already. He seemed really relatable and down to Earth. From there we chatted idly about hunting; what we've encountered, what method did we use to kill it, what our track record as far as the law went was. We had a lot in common I discovered and I found myself liking him a lot. Before I knew it, it was late and we had gone through 3 pitchers of beer.

We left the bar through the back. I slipped my jacket back on and awkwardly shoved my hands in my pockets. I wasn't totally smashed but I was more than a little buzzed and I was kind of worried about getting to my hideout safely. Of course I wasn't about to say anything.

Nick, sorry, I mean Lucifer put his hands in his own pockets and turned to me expectantly.

"So where are you staying now? You know since your condo is currently out of commission?"

His tone was a little mocking but I knew he meant well. At least that's what the alcohol was telling me. I looked around, shrugging. I had done a lot of that this evening.

"Wherever I can stay hidden from the cops. Top floors of the parking garages usually."

I heard him snort and then chuckle slightly.

"That's pretty smart but you know what'd be smarter?"

I turned to him and hummed in response. He clapped a hand onto my shoulder with a smile.

"Staying in a safer place. Come stay with me."

I may have been staring because he shook me slightly.

"Come on it'll be fun. I could use a roommate." He looked at me with both eyebrows raised and I let out a sigh, nodding my consent. A smile spread across his face and for a moment I felt a little nervous. There was something predatory about that smile. I quickly forgot about it because he was speaking again.

"Awesome. Let's go get your stuff and then we'll head to my place."

He slung his arm around my shoulders (as best as he could since he was shorter than me) and we set off, leaning on each other slightly.

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A/N: This is sort of a chapter story but that's mostly because I like the idea of splitting it up into big pieces. Stay tuned for the next one! :D Coming soon!