So, this is the side story I promised for my Destiel fic, Inheritance. For those who don't know, this is actually the point of view of Lucifer and Sam while still in the universe of my main fic. If you are confused by the story, refer to the main fic, and follow along.

So now I'm going to put in warnings, all of which would not fit in the description box. There, of course, will be explicit content in the future, drug use, violence, and many other things. Though if a chapter contains the more explicit themes, I will place a second warning.

(BLD)

Lucifer had started smoking when he was 14, being pressured into it by his older friend, a 17 year old who got into a lot of petty fights on the street. Lucifer can't remember why he even hung out with him in the first place. Cain was his name. He had a younger brother that would follow them around, but Cain would always scare him off, threaten to cut him up if he told their mother. A lot of people would've stopped hanging out with Cain a long time ago, for any number of things he'd put Lucifer through.

But not Lucifer. No, he stayed by Cain's side threw thick and thin, and almost got himself arrested multiple times. A lot of people asked why Lucifer stayed with him, why he put up with it. Cain hardly treated him like the loyal friend he was, hitting him, verbally abusing him and even accusing him of some of the crimes Cain himself had done.

He would reply to those people by saying that he didn't mind. He didn't care that Cain was an asshole to him, because not once did Cain tell him to leave. Yes, he'd warned Lucifer that being around him was dangerous, but at his age he wasn't looking for anything safe. He'd been tired of being so sheltered his whole life, and when Cain moved to town, so many years ago, Lucifer knew right away he was different. He drove a motor cycle and wore clothes he'd never seen before. Cain taught him how to fight, and more importantly, how to win. He'd taught him how to wield a knife, how to use it, and how to hit vital organs. The things Cain had shown him were so taboo, there was no way he could tell his brothers he hung out with him. He knew for sure Michael would tell their parents, and Lucifer would be forbidden from seeing him again. It's not like Lucifer would've obeyed anything his parents would have told him, but he didn't need his parents breathing down his neck.

The last time he saw Cain, Lucifer was 16, and he was on his way to meet him at his house, but he found him loading his book bag with clothes and supplies outside, next to his bike. He told Lucifer he was running away, and he wasn't coming back. He told Lucifer that he wished he could bring him with him, because Lucifer had been the only friend he'd had in a long time, but he couldn't. Lucifer was too young, and he was afraid he'd get Lucifer hurt.

Lucifer had argued, saying his life was going to go back to the way it was before, and no one could fill the void that Cain would leave.

And then Cain kissed him.

He told Lucifer to remember him and make something of his life, because he had the means to, and because Cain didn't, not anymore. If Lucifer could be someone then he'd save Cain, in a small way. Lucifer hadn't realized he'd been crying until Cain wiped his tears away with his bandana.

Cain said good bye to him and it was the last he'd ever heard from him.

Lucifer sat on his back balcony, smoke rolling out of his mouth as he stared at the shifting branches of the giant sycamore tree that grows behind his home. He doesn't smoke as much as he used to, and as far as his family is concerned, he's quit a long time ago. But today had been hard, serving a food critic always gets him a little frazzled. This one had been from California, with hair a firey red color. Lucifer was certain she'd been drawn to the theme of the restaurant, because when she came in, he observed her tattoos of demonic references and her evil-esque aurora about her. Though she might have seemed novel, her praise is highly sought out on most of the west coast.

He didn't dwell on her, though, he knew he passed her inspection with flying colors. She raved about his place on her website. A few of his bus boys pulled it up on one of their smart phones and showed him while he was still on the line.

So really, his smoke break was more like a reward, like when Paul Sheldon finishes a book in Misery.

Lucifer sighed, leaning back in his chair. He thought about finishing off the grape juice in his fridge. Though he had only opened it a few days ago, Lucifer felt wine lost its taste with everyday that past after it was opened. Before he could debate over it any longer, Lucifer forced himself to stand up, smashing his cigarette out in a small clay pot, filled with sand and a few other butts.

Lucifer closed his balcony door behind him, sauntering through his living room, and pressed play on his sound system that sat on a built in shelf beside his TV. As he went to his kitchen the sounds of The Doors played throughout his house.

"Now touch me, babe…" Lucifer mumbled as he opened a cabinet and pulled out a wine glass. "Can't you see that I am not afraid?" he sang under his breath, reaching into his fridge and pulling out the nearly empty bottle of Pontet Canet. But before he could set it on the counter and start pouring, his phone began to vibrate in his pocket.

He sighed, setting his glass and bottle down on the counter and quickly pulled his phone from his pocket. He noticed it was Michael, and judging from how late it was, it must be urgent. He quickly went back to his sound system and pressed pause, "Michael? What's going on?" he asked, already concerned.

For a very long time, Michael didn't answer, and Lucifer was starting to think maybe his brother had accidentally butt dialed him. But after about a minute of silence, he finally spoke, "Lucifer… You need to come home." His voice was quiet, yet deadly serious.

Lucifer's brows furrowed, "What's wrong." He didn't ask, but demanded to know. His drink was forgotten as he went for his bedroom, going to slip on a jacket before he grabbed his keys.

"I just need you to be here right now. I'll tell you when you get here." And without another word, Michael hung up on Lucifer, leaving him floundering in his living room.

"Fuck…" Lucifer cursed. He then stared at his phone shaking his head, then shoved it into his jacket pocket. His house was a 15 minute drive from the family home, but Lucifer was determined to make it in less time, like he has before.

Lucifer quickly got out of his corvette, almost running to the front door. He'd noticed Kali and Gabriel's cars in the drive, realizing that this involved them as well. What did Michael need to tell them that involved Dad, Gabriel, Kali, and him? Whatever it was, he was about to find out soon enough. His heart was pounding, and whether it was pounding anxiously or merely out of the physical exertion of running the whole rest of the way to the door, he didn't know.

He flung the doors open, glad they were unlocked, and was quickly greeted by Michael. He stood just in front of the doorway to the living room, near the left staircase. "We're in here." He told him, his tone void of emotion, before turning and heading in himself.

Lucifer huffed, trying to regain his breath there for a moment. "What the fuck…" he groaned to himself. He ran his fingers through his short hair as he made his way to the living room. He felt his stomach roil, a sinking feeling setting in. He knew it was bad, whatever it was.

For a split moment he thought maybe something had happened to Castiel in Seattle. He'd always been worried about his youngest brother living out there by himself, so maybe today his nightmares were realized.

Once he got to the living room, he saw Gabriel standing, looking into the fireplace, then quickly turned to him, "Finally." He groused, "Can you please tell us why we're here now, Michael?" he asked, annoyed, looking to their older brother.

So Michael had made them wait for him to get there before he said anything. At least he had the decency to tell them all at once. But before Michael said a word, Lucifer saw Kali sitting on the couch, but there was no one else in the living room with them.

"Where's Dad?" he asked, looking to Michael. They were all gathered at the man's house, he should be throwing a fit like Gabriel was.

Michael then sighed, rubbing his hand over his face for a moment, "That's what we need to talk about." He told them, keeping his eyes covered for a moment.

Lucifer's eyes went wide. His body went ridged, a chill running up his spine, "Where's Dad…" he repeated, his tone serious.

Michael then let his hand fall away, taking in a large inhale, "Dad called me a couple hours ago… from the hospital." He began, and Kali gasped, while Gabriel exclaimed, "What!?"

"He told me he collapsed, and he thankfully had his phone on him to call an ambulance." He told them all, making sure to look each one of them in the eyes at one point or another.

"Well is he okay? Did he break his hip or something?" Gabriel began to ask.

"No…see… Dad told me that he'd collapsed… but his collapse happened a week ago. He's in the hospital because they're administering chemo to him." He told them, the last part he said more slowly, more deliberately.

Gabriel looked to Lucifer, and he gave his brother a glance back, "What are you saying, Michael?" he asked, though he knew exactly what he was saying. He just wanted to hear him say it.

"Dad's been diagnosed with brain cancer… and its terminal."

For a long time the room stayed silent, and Lucifer was no longer staring at his brother, but staring past him. He was having a hard time processing this information. Sure, he hadn't come by and seen his Dad in a while, maybe about a few months, but how had this gone on unnoticed?

Why hadn't he come and visited? Lucifer was suddenly realizing how little time he'd spent with his Dad this last part of the year. He'd been so busy lately with the restaurant, it had honestly slipped his mind. Lucifer felt a sudden rush of guilt, knowing he should've come by more often, even just to say 'Hi'.

"Michael…" he called out to his brother, his voice choked, like he were drowning, but he couldn't form words, he didn't know what he even wanted to say. So he reached out to him instead, trying to grasp onto him. But when he couldn't reach far enough, Michael gripped his forearm, squeezing it.

"Apparently this has been going on for some time. I don't know why he hasn't told any of us until now, but what we need to start doing his making phone calls." He told them, his hold on Lucifer tight.

He then looked toward the fire place, "I need to start getting his medical equipment in his room, so he's not staying in some hospital room for his…" Michael stopped himself before finishing his sentence, and Lucifer was certain he'd have said he didn't want Dad spending the last of his days in a hospital room. "I'm gonna be moving back in, to stay closer to Dad." He continued.

"I will, too." Lucifer finally spoke up, looking to Michael.

Michael gave him a tense, reassuring smile, "Okay, Lucifer."

"Me too." Gabriel piped in, taking a look back at Kali, as if to ask if it was alright, and she gave a small nod, telling him yes, it was fine.

"But…" Gabriel looked back to his brothers, "What about Castiel?" he asked, knowing this wasn't any easy task. They all knew that Castiel would be the one that took it harder than anyone else.

Lucifer began to slowly shake his head, "We can't tell him over the phone, one of us has to go to him-" "I'll do it." Gabriel interrupted Lucifer, volunteering himself immediately.

"If anyone is going to tell him, it's going to be me…" he told his brothers, his expression solemn.

Lucifer looked to Michael and he knew they were in agreeance, "Leave out tomorrow morning, early." He told Gabriel. "And don't be a jerk." Lucifer looked to Gabriel, sternly. "I know how you can be."

"Lucifer…" Gabriel looked to his brother, clearly shocked, "I think I know that now is not the fucking time to be joking around." He growled.

"Ya'know what, some times I can't tell if you know you've past a boundary, okay?" Lucifer barked at Gabriel, inching closer to him, threateningly.

"Jesus Christ, why don't you ever trust me?!" Gabriel yelled at Lucifer, emotions running high in the both of them. Before Gabriel could make more of an argument, and really lay into Lucifer, Michael pushed him and Lucifer both firmly in the chest, sending them at least a foot away from each other. Not only did it create more distance between the quarreling brothers, but it knocked the wind out of them, calming them down some what.

"You both need to shut the hell up." He glanced at the both of them, wanting each of them to see how serious he was now. "Gabriel, go home and start packing." He told their youngest brother, using his absolute authority glare at him, making sure he got no lip back.

As Gabriel rubbed at the spot on his chest that Michael jabbed, he glared at Lucifer, slowly walking from the living room without breaking eye contact. Kali sighed, standing and following after Gabriel, but before she left the living room she commented to Michael, "I'll make sure he's ready to go early in the morning." And she was gone along with Gabriel.

Lucifer glared at the wall ahead of him, "I can't believe we're arguing…" he mumbled, not making any attempt to own up to the fact that he'd been the one to start it.

Michael sighed, "I've been on the phone with the hospital most of the day, trying to get equipment. I still need to hire private nurses." He shook his head slowly, "The least you can do for me is let the family know." He told Lucifer, sauntering out of the living room. Silently, Lucifer followed after him.

"Tell Aunt Naomi and Uncle Metatron first, then our cousins, then everyone else." He spoke, making his way to the den, where he undoubtedly wanted to make himself a drink. "But for the love of God…" he turned around swiftly to Lucifer, needing him to look him in the eye for this. "Tell them to not say a word to Castiel."

Lucifer furrowed his brows, not comprehending why, but then realized, "Right. You don't want them beating Gabriel to the punch." He mumbled.

"Exactly." Michael exhaled, "That's all I need right now, a thousand different people calling and texting Castiel all at once." He scoffed, delicately handling the scotch bottle while he poured two glasses. He then turned slightly to hand one off to Lucifer. "Even though he hasn't said it, I know he feels bad about leaving us all behind here."

Lucifer nodded, "I know." He took a small sip from his glass. "He's never been very vocal about his feelings, but we can read him like a book…" Lucifer looked to Michael, "How do you think he's going to take it?"

Michael shrugged once, "We can't say for sure. I know he was closer to mother, and we know how that ended." He pointed out, "I know he'll be shocked at first, like we were. He'll have a lot of questions. Some of which I don't even have answers to yet." He looked back to Lucifer, "Did you know that Dad didn't even want the hospital to call me? The only reason he eventually let them was because if they didn't call me he wouldn't be allowed out without a signature from his next of kin." He shook his head.

Lucifer sighed, "That man…"

Michael and Lucifer carried on for a while after Gabriel left, but eventually Lucifer had to make his way to his house before it got too late. Michael said equipment should be arriving in the afternoon tomorrow, and that night their father would be transported from the hospital to the house after things were all hooked up properly. He said he'd hoped to have hired some nurses before then, but he didn't know how many would be so readily available.

The drive back to his home was dark, and without the desire to listen to the radio it was quiet. His mind kept wandering, and there was more than one time that he drifted to the side of the road and needed to adjust himself back on the path.

Lucifer neglected to turn on the porch light before he left, so he fumbled around with his keys for a moment until he found the keychain light to help him to the door. Once inside, he took a deep inhale. He then dropped his keys to the floor.

He slowly drifted through his house, ghosting down the halls. His jacket ended up on the main hall floor, its importance forgotten for the moment. After finally getting to his room, Lucifer barely made sure that when he sat, he'd end up on his bed, and just collapsed on his bed, like the pressure of what he'd been told added an extra weight to him now.

He'd already decided that he wasn't going to be calling anyone right now, or at all for the rest of the night. In fact, he wasn't even going to be packing or heading back over to the house. All of that didn't seem important that moment, and he bet he could stay there, just like that, for the rest of his life and the world would keep turning. Things needed to be done, but for the life of him he couldn't find the care to do them.

No, Lucifer was going to sit on his bed and try to hold back tears for his father…