Sams face turns another shade of red when he fumbles with the lock on his locker, again. Normally he isn't this clumsy, but any other day he also doesn't have a senior paying way to much attention to him.

It all started when he was put in an AP English class. It wasn't that he didn't want to be in there, he was good enough to be and Dean was proud of him, though now he isn't sure if it is as good a thing as previously though. Seeing as from the moment he walked into the class, a pair of eyes zeroed in on him and haven't left since. Every one knows who Lucifer is, he's got a reputation thats longer than a mile and always seems to find something knew to get in trouble with. At the same time, Sam had seen him from afar and didn't mind what he saw, but having his attention on him, was something different.

"Need some help with that?" A voice purred in his ear, making him jump and spin around.

Lucifer's smirk was sharp, giving Sam a few chills as the older male leaned towards him a little.

"I got it." Sam said, his voice cracking a bit.

"You sure? Seems like it was giving you some trouble."

Sam nodded, slipping out of the space between Lucifer and the lockers, grabbing the lock again, this time the thing opening with a click. Trying not to let out a sigh of relief, he tried to ignore the other male, who was now leaning next to the open locker.

"So, are you doing anything after school today?" Lucifer asked, looking at the random things Sam had stuck to the inside of locker door.

"Homework."

"Well that's just boring, I'm sure we can find something more fun to do." Lucifer said, running his fingers over Sams arm.

Stepping away from the older boy, the blush was back as he closed his locker and put the lock back on it, a blush on his face again. Blinking a few times he turned on his heels, listening to the small sound of Lucifer chuckling, his heart speeding up a few notches.

The rest of the day went by with out anymore visits from Lucifer, though Sam wasn't sure if he liked that or didn't. Spinning his combo on his lock, he knew he needed to hurry, so he wouldn't leave Dean waiting for too long. Opening the door, he jumped a little as a piece of paper fluttered out, landing on the floor before he picked it up. It was a simple piece of paper folded in half. On the inside was the word 'Date' with the words 'yes or yes?' under them. Sighing a little, he shoved the paper in his pocket, before putting the books away he didn't need and grabbing the ones he did. Closing and locking the locker, Sam headed out of the hall and through the doors and held the stairwell. Letting out a little gasp, he was pulled to the side and pressed lightly against the wall, Lucifer looming slightly over him.

"So, do you have an answer for me?" Lucifrer smiled, hands on the wall to either side of Sams head. "A date? Yes or yes?"

"Or." Sam replied, slipping out from under Lucifers arms and moving fast down the stairs.

"What took you so long?" Dean asked him, when he had gotten out to the car, slipping into the passenger seat.

"Got caught up, geez I was two minutes late, sue me." Sam mumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, that's two mintues more I could have been sitting watching tv."

"Or calling your girl friend."

"Hey, leave Lisa out of this." Dean grumbled, messing Sams hair up, even more than it was.

Sam just chuckled and swatted at Deans hand.

The next day, Sam opened his locker, again a piece of paper falling out. Rolling his eyes, he picked it up, blinking a few times. On the paper this time it read 'I'm sorry'.

"Huh?" He said out loud, turning the paper over a few times.

"It says I'm sorry." Lucifer said, leaning against the locker next to him again.

"For what?"

"Being so pushy. Cleaver way to ignore my question yesterday, but it made me realize I was being an ass."

"Just a lot."

"And I'm saying I'm sorry for that."

"It's ok." Sam said, putting the paper in his locker and changing out his books.

"Though I would like to take you on a date, if you would like that is."

Sam looked at him, tilting his head a little. This side of Lucifer was much different than the other side that he had seen. He was still a little flustered about him in general, but if this was part of him too, maybe he could live with it.

"Where would we go?" Sam asked, blushing a little at the way Lucifers eyes sparkled a little.

"Well we could just grab a bite to eat after school and start there?"

Sam nodded, closing his locker. "I'd like that."

"Awesome. So can I walk you to class or do you want me to leave you alone?"

"I wouldn't mind walking there with you."

Lucifer just smiled and motioned for Sam to lead the way, following beside him while he started walking.

Sam usually looked forward to lunch, but he had a feeling that today it was going to involve some over protecting from Dean. So with a sigh, he got his lunch and headed to the little table that he and Dean ate at, sometimes with Lisa, sometimes with out. He was hoping a bit for both, that she was there so Dean wouldn't be so irate, though hoping she wasn't so he could talk to Dean in private. Luckily it seemed that she was with her friends today, leaving him alone with Dean.

"Why do you look like you have something to tell me that I'm not going to like?" Dean asked, shortly after Sam sat down.

"Because I do." Sam said, fiddling with his sandwich.

"Please don't tell me that Uriel kid is picking on you again? I thought."

"No, he's not, the beating you gave him last time has made him stay away."

"Oh, then what's up, Sammy?"

"I... have a date after school."

"Well that's...wait, why are you so nervous about telling me then?" Dean asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"It's... with Lucifer." Sam said, ducking his head a little.

"Lucifer... as in, Lucifer Morningstar?"

Sam nodded, peeking up at Dean through his bangs.

"How... wha... Sammy."

"What?"

"How does that even happen and have you not heard all the things everyone says about him?"

"Of course I have, but."

"But?"

"Well at first, he was being really pushy about me saying yes and wouldn't leave me alone, but today he said he was sorry about the way he was acting. I just, I don't know, want to give him a chance." Sam said, looking up at Dean.

Dean let out a sigh, scratching the back of his neck. "I don't like it, he's got way to much of a reputation but if this is what you want, I'm not going to stand in your way."

"Really?"

"Really. But you know if he does one thing to hurt you."

"You'll rip his lungs out, I know the drill."

Dean just rolled his eyes a little. "No one likes a smart ass, Sammy."

Heading down the hall to his next class, Lucifer jumped a bit as a hand grabbed his shoulder and pushed him against the wall. Lucifer cocked an eyebrow at the male in front of him.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm here to let you know, you hurt my little brother in anyway and I'm going to kill you, do you understand me?"

"And who exactly are you?" Lucifer asked, a little confused.

"Dean Winchester. Sam's older brother."

"Oh."

"Yea, oh. I don't like the thought of you guys going out, I don't like your reputation, but I'm not going to stand in the way of what makes him happy. I'm just here to tell you, you hurt him, you deal with me. Got it?"

"Yea, I got it," Lucifer nodded, not really wanting a fight. "Just know, I don't plan on hurting him."

"Good," Dean nodded. "Then we shouldn't have a problem."

Letting go of Lucifer, Dean turned and headed back down the hall the way he came, leaving Lucifer watching him for a moment before moving again. He really didn't have any intention of hurting Sam, that was the last thing he ever wanted to do, though how much Dean cared for his little brother was cute in a way.

This time when Lucifer showed up at his locker, Sam barely jumped at all, giving half a smile at the older male.

"Ready?" Sam asked, hitching his backpack onto his shoulder.

"Yep, I take it you already told someone that you didn't need a ride today?"

Sam blushed, making a small bitchface. "What did Dean do to you?"

Lucifer chuckled a little, leading Sam towards an exit. "Just a small warning, that I would be dead if I did anything to hurt you. Nothing big."

"I'm sorry, he's... slightly over protective."

"I couldn't tell at all. Someone hurt you in the past or something?" Lucifer asked, unlocking Sams door.

Sam shook his head, hanging it a little.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I won't bring it up again."

"No, it's, it's ok. It's just kind of a long, pretty painful story. But I don't mind telling it, if you want to listen."

"How about we grab some fast food and go sit in this little park I know of and you can tell me. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good."

Climbing in the car, Lucifer started it up and headed out of the parking lot, taking a right turn. After stopping at Burger King, where Lucifer insisted on paying for both of them, they headed off again. The park wasn't one that Sam was expecting, just a little thing with play groud equipment, but more a nature park. They drove deeper into it and Lucifer stopped by a little beach, pulling so the back end of the car was facing the water. Both of them got out, moving to sit on the trunk, looking at the herons and ducks on the water. Sam took a few bites of his burger, before licking his lips a little.

"Well, to start the story of why Dean is so protective, it started when I was six months old." Sam started, taking a drink of his shake.

Lucifer looked a little shocked, but nodded for him to keep going.

"When I was six months old, someone threw a fire bomb through my bedroom window. My mom heard a noise and got out of bed, going to check on me when it smashed through the window. She was almost immediately up in flames." Sam stopped for a moment, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

Lucifer frowned, moving some of the things between them and pulling Sam close, wrapping his arms around him.

"I take it she didn't make it?"

Sam shook his head. "No, I would have been hurt too, but my dad pulled me out of the crib. Then he handed me to Dean, telling him to get me outside as fast as he could. Me or Dean never did get a clear story on what happened then, but we're both guessing that he tried to save her."

"Did they ever catch who did it?"

"Till about a year ago, no. That's the second part as to why Dean's so protective. My dad moved us away, I spent most of my childhood moving from one motel room to another, all the while my dad trying to hunt down the guys. He would leave for days, weeks sometimes, leaving Dean to look after me. 'Take care of Sammy', that's what he would always say and Dean took it to heart. Though I think even if dad wouldn't of said it, Dean would have."

"And the guys that did it?"

"About a year ago, my dad found them. They had been on the run, committing random acts of violence, which is what our house fire was. There was a note left, saying that no one should have been in that room, which when they had scoped the place before, there wasn't. Well, my dad found the place they were hiding and... well, returned the favor, taking himself with them."

Lucifer pulled Sam closer, resting his cheek on Sams head. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, I mean, I loved him don't get me wrong. But he wasn't up for parent of the year."

"So who do you live with now?"

"With our, we call him uncle, Bobby. At least until Dean is 18, then the insurance policy that my mom had will go to him. And he has a part-time job at the moment and once that money is his, he's going to move me and him into an apartment, letting both of us finish school here."

"That's sweet of him. I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Sam said, looking up.

"About all you've gone through, I thought my life was bad, my mom walking out and my dad never being home."

"That still is pretty bad." Sam said, leaning the point of his chin on Lucifers shoulder.

"You're really something else."

"In a good way or a bad one?"

"A good one, defiantly a good one."

Sam smiled softly, wiping the last of the tears that fell down his face off, moving a little closer to Lucifer's warmth, resting his head on his shoulder again. The elder ran his hand up and down Sams back, head resting on top of Sams.

"I'm sorry, I'm probably a lousy date." Sam mumbled, linking his fingers against Lucifers side.

"Nah, it's not that bad. I was on a date once where first the girl made me wait an hour for her to come downstairs and made me talk to her cat."

"Like, literally?"

"Yep. And the date lasted a whole 45 minutes, before she insisted on eating seafood and I ended up wearing it."

"Ew."

"Yea, it was pretty bad. Took her home, stayed until she stopped throwing up, then waited till her parents got home, so she wasn't alone."

Sam tilted his head up, making Lucifer look at him. "How did you get such a bad rep, if you're not that bad of a guy?"

"Because I am a bad guy, just not to the people I care about. I did a lot of things when I was younger, stole, vandalized and things like that. I got the rep with dating, when girls would flock and I wouldn't say no."

"Hmm?"

"Like two girls would come and ask for a night and hey, I'm only human."

"Ah." Sam said, resting his head back down.

"And the rest is just rumors, I would never touch another person if I was dating someone," Lucifer tilted Sams chin up so they were looking at each other. "I promise."

Sam smiled and nodded, flushing when his stomach made a soft grumbling noise.

"I suppose we did forgo the food in order for story time." Lucifer chuckled, as Sam pulled away, picking up his forgotten burger.

"That we did." Sam said, before taking a bite.

They were silent once more as they finished off the food, Lucifer tossing the garbage in a trash can before coming and standing between Sams legs.

"I think it's about time for me to get you home."

Sam nodded a little solemnly. "Yea, I suppose."

"And then maybe this weekend, we can go see a movie and dinner?"

"I'd like that." Sam smiled, hoping off the hood as Lucifer backed up.

Getting into the car, Sam watched the scenery go by as Lucifer did a loop around the park before heading out. It took Sam giving a few directions before they were sitting in front of Bobby's house, Deans Impala sitting in the drive way.

"Well I get to go get grilled about our date." Sam said, rolling his eyes a little.

"Just don't tell him anything bad, black eyes aren't fun." Lucifer smiled.

"No worries," He chuckled, opening the door. "I had a really good time, see you tomorrow."

Leaning over, Sam placed a kiss on Lucifers cheek before getting out of the car and closing the door behind him. Watching Sam walk to the house, Lucifer touched the spot Sam had kissed, smiling to himself. Once Sam was in the house, he pulled away, heading home, already planning the next date.