Hello. For the purpose of this fic, Sam is 16, Lucifer is 17 and Dean is 18. Sam is also shorter than everyone. Sorry for any mistakes. Thank you for reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.
Once again, Sam is late for class thanks to his stupid locker. The damn thing just never opens when he wants it to. After 5 minutes of trying to get it open, he succeeds. He takes out his English book, slams his locker closed and runs to class. As he rounds the corner, in the corridor, he hits something hard. Sam is knocked back and onto the floor, his book and papers flying everywhere. When he looks up, he realised he had run into Lucifer. Lucifer was a year older than Sam but, because of how smart Sam was, they were in the same chemistry class.
"Um ... I-I'm so s-sorry. I didn't m-mean to run into you."Sam said, or rather stuttered.
Even though Sam would never admit it, Lucifer was hot and that made him nervous. Sam stayed on the floor and began gathering the mass of paper around him. Lucifer looked down at him.
"It's alright," he said.
Lucifer knelt down in front of Sam. He picked up Sam's English book then waited for Sam to pick up the rest of his papers. Once Sam had sorted them all out, Lucifer handed him his book.
"Thank you."Sam said as he took the book from Lucifer.
Lucifer rose from his crouched position and held a hand out. Sam took it and allowed Lucifer to help him up.
"You're welcome," he said, "but next time, be more careful. There's a reason you aren't allowed to run in the corridors." Lucifer chuckled quietly. Sam gave a nervous laugh.
"Yeah, well. If my locker wasn't such a douche, I wouldn't have had to run to class." Sam said. Lucifer gave him a confused look.
"Uh. The lock's broke. It doesn't really open when I want it to." Sam smiled sheepishly. Lucifer laughed.
"Ah. Locker 221. I had it last year." Lucifer said. "It was annoying." He smiled down at Sam.
"Yeah. Half the time I'm carrying all my stuff around because of it." Sam explained.
"You're in my chemistry class aren't you?" Lucifer asked.
"Yeah. I skipped ahead in that. My year chemistry was too easy." Sam said. Lucifer's smile seemed to get bigger.
"Well, I best let you get to class. That way you might end up in the same English class as me as well." Lucifer said as Sam blushed. They said their goodbyes and Sam walked to class, grinning the whole way there. Lucifer was the only thing on Sam's mind during class.
When class was over it was dinner time. Sam sat down across the table from his brother, Dean.
"Hey, Sammy." Dean greeted through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
"Hi, Dean." Sam said, "Did you have fun in math?"
"You know me Sammy, I loved it." Dean said sarcastically. Dean noticed Sam's lack of food. "You not gonna get anything to eat?"
"Na, I'm not hungry." Sam replied.
"Are you feeling okay?" Dean asked.
"I'm fine, Dean." Sam replied. Dean finished his food and pushed his tray away. Dean began talking about this new girl he was interested in, when Lucifer walked past.
"Hi, Sam." Lucifer said.
"Hi." Sam replied, as Lucifer walked away. Both Sam and Dean watched him to the table in the far end of the cafeteria, and then Dean turned to Sam.
"What was that?" Dean asked.
"What was what?" Sam retaliated.
"Don't play dumb. I saw the way he was looking at you." Dean said.
"Dean..." Sam started.
"No Sam. He's trouble. I don't want you anywhere near him, do you understand me?" Dean stared at Sam waiting for an answer.
"Ok, Dean." Sam said.
"Alright then. Now, where was I? Oh yeah..." Dean continued to speak about his new love interest, but Sam wasn't listening. All he could think about was Lucifer. It seemed that Sam was on Lucifer's mind because every time Sam looked at him, he was looking back.
When the bell rang for the end of dinner, Sam rushed to his locker. He knew he should have left earlier, he was going to be late again. Sam was frantically trying to open is locker, but was unsuccessful. He was just about to give up when heard a voice behind him.
"Need some help with that?" Sam turned around to see Lucifer staring down at him.
"It's alright. I can do it." Sam said. He turned back to his locker, fiddling with the dial before letting his hands drop to his sides.
"You sure you don't want some help?" Lucifer asked. Sam just smiled at him and moved to the side, allowing Lucifer access to the locker. Lucifer went to it and within 10 seconds, it was open. Lucifer stepped back and looked to Sam.
"Thanks, you'll have to show me how you do that." Sam said as he started to unload his locker.
"If I show you how to do it, I wouldn't be able to help you." Lucifer said. Sam stopped packing his bag and turned to look at Lucifer.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.
"You're going on a date with me." Lucifer said. It wasn't a request, more of an order.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Sam said, as he put the final book in his bag. He closed his locker and began to walk off. Lucifer looked shocked and began to follow Sam.
"What do you mean?" Lucifer said, stopping Sam in his tracks.
"I mean, no. You can't just tell someone that they are going on a date with you. You didn't even ask me, you just expected me to say yes." Sam said.
"Fine!" Lucifer shouted. He walked off in the opposite direction, leaving Sam to go to class on time for once.
After class, Sam went back to his locker. He knew Lucifer wouldn't be around after what had happened, so he was there for 5 minutes trying to open it. When he still can't get it open he gets frustrated and starts banging on it. He looks at his watch and knows Dean will be angry for taking so long. Suddenly, he feels hands on his shoulders, moving him off to the side. He looks up and sees Lucifer, who opens his locker. Lucifer bends down slightly, so he is eye level with Sam.
"I'm sorry Sam. I should have asked you on a date instead of telling you to go on one with me. Do you forgive me?" Lucifer asked.
"Yes." Sam said. He got the books out of his locker, closed it then began to walk off. Lucifer followed Sam towards the exit.
"So?" Lucifer asked.
"So what?" Sam replied.
"So...Will you go on a date with me?" Lucifer asked. Sam looked out of the window that he and Lucifer had stopped at seeing Dean, leaned against the Impala, checking his watch.
"He doesn't want you to go out with me does he?" Lucifer asked, slightly disappointed. Sam looks up at him and they start walking again.
"He didn't say that. He actually said to stay away from you." Sam said, shyly. "But...I suppose I can talk him round." Sam smiled up at Lucifer and saw that he was grinning like an idiot.
"Really?" Lucifer asked.
"Yeah." Sam said. They stopped just before they got to the exit.
"Okay," Lucifer said, "Well how about I pick you up tonight at 7."
"Great. Just give me your number and I'll text you my address." Sam said. Sam gave Lucifer a pen and proceeded to write his number on Sam's hand. Once he was done, he capped the pen and handed it back to Sam.
"I'll see you tonight then, Sam." Lucifer said. Sam nodded.
"Bye, Lucifer." Sam said. He opened the door and walked to Dean who looked frustrated.
"What took you so long?" Dean asked.
"Sorry, Dean. I had trouble with my locker again." Sam said. Technically it wasn't a lie. He did have trouble with his locker.
"Yeah, whatever. Come on." Dean said. He walked round to his side of the car and got in. Sam hesitated before he got in. He looked back at school to see Lucifer walk out. He smiled at him even though he was sure Lucifer didn't see it. Sam turned back and got into the Impala. Dean, as usual, had his music on full blast, quietly singing along. Sam texted Lucifer his address and turned down the volume of the radio. Before Dean could complain, Sam spoke.
"Dean I have something to tell you." Sam said. Dean took a quick glance at Sam and saw how nervous he looked. Sam was slightly angled towards Dean, wringing his hands together and his head bowed.
"Sure. What is it?" Dean asked.
"Well, do you remember at dinner when Lucifer walked past? You told me to keep away from him," Sam said. Dean gave him an inquisitive look, which Sam took as a queue to continue. "Well...I-I may h-have a date with him." Dean kept his eyes on the road, but Sam saw his grip on the wheel tighten, a lot. After what felt like hours of silence, Dean spoke.
"When?" Dean asked.
"Tonight." Sam answered, in a quiet voice.
"Did this happen before or after I told you to stay away from him?" Dean enquired.
"After. It was after school. Before I came out." Sam answered, again. Dean sighed audibly. Sam felt the car slow before it came to a stop at the side of the road. Dean turns in his seat to face Sam.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Sammy? You've heard what people say about him. He's a bad guy." Dean said. Sam thinks it over for a couple of seconds.
"Yes. This is what I want. I don't believe he's bad, just misunderstood." Sam said. Dean looks at Sam and smiles. "What are you looking at me like that for?" Sam asked.
"When did my puny little brother get so grown up?" Dean asked. Sam hugs dean and thanks him. "No need to thank me, Sammy. But if he hurts you, I get to kick his ass." Sam smiles.
"Deal." Sam says. They both sit forward and Dean begins driving again. Sam turns the music back on and they ride the rest of the way home in silence.
TBC