A/N: This fic belongs to Raven, forever and truly! And I hate her tremendously for it! It was just supposed to be a oneshot! And then it became a UNIVERSE. Which means there'll be more fics, branch offs. Destiel, Crowley/Meg, Anna/Jo, and so on and so forth. But yeah, I'm updating this fic every wednesday, I can promise to do this for about a month, but hopefully I'll be able to keep doing that until it's finished. Hope someone enjoys this piece.

Chapter 1

Hash Pipe by Weezer

Going to college is more of a whim than anything. His father never cared what his children did, he plays the role of 'absent father' too well sometimes, but Lucifer doesn't mind, even though he's stuck with a father that named his child Lucifer. But now that he's at college, now that he's going to classes and figuring out what he'll do while he's here, spending his father's money on an education he doesn't care about having, he's happy he's come, if only because of a freshman taking all advanced courses.

Sam Winchester is brilliant and intends to become a lawyer, he graduated at the top of his class in high school and has one brother and a father. The fact that Lucifer broke into the student files to find this out is not a sign of becoming a stalker, it's more like idle interest. So what if he knows the guy's schedule? It doesn't mean anything! He just wants to understand an underclassmen and has shown an interest in him. Sure, he's doing some things that are considered illegal, but hey, it gets the job done. He's learning the facts. And so that's how he found himself outside of Sam's class on a Monday waiting for his Religious Studies class to finish. He stood outside of the class, hiding out more in the alcove than the hallway, Lucifer waited for Sam to come out.

"Um… you're being suspicious and I need to grab something I left here… is there any way I can interrupt your creeping on the classroom to grab the textbook by your feet?" A voice asked making Lucifer turn. The guy is a few inches shorter than him, maybe a head, his hair is dark, his eyes are shining, and his mouth is curved into a tired frown. This man isn't nearly as attractive as Sam, doesn't even compare, but he's cute in his own freshman way so Lucifer moved and continued to watch the classroom. Sam will be released in ten seconds… "Are you stalking someone?"

"No. I'm partaking in the activity of enjoying the appearance of someone fairly attractive at every opportunity and doing all that I can to get to know and understand him but in a discreet manner that comes from secondhand information." Lucifer explained wistfully just as the bell rang, sure enough, Sam is one of the first few out. He's sighing and running a hand through his hair as he looked down at some paper that everyone in class seemed to have. After a moment he stretched his arm then threw it away in a nearby trashcan before heading to his usual place for coffee. Lucifer didn't hesitate; he quickly grabbed the paper out of the trash before anyone else could throw something away.

"You're stalking Sam Winchester." The man said softly, he shook his head then sighed, running a hand over his face. The guy really needs to shave before his facial hair becomes the makings of a beard. Beards are disturbing, Lucifer really doesn't like them; they should die.

"No, of course not, but how do you know him?" Competition is something that Lucifer seems to be lacking since Jessica and Sam broke up last semester, but it's always a good idea to keep on the lookout for potential threats. He was actually the one who set them up, but Sam probably doesn't know it, and he's actually the reason they broke up too. But that's a long story.

"I'm friends with his brother, Dean. My name is Chuck by the way, not that you asked. What's your name?" Lucifer pulled the paper out and tried his best to smooth out the crinkles. It's a personal essay! The topic is 'write about a time when you had to be brave' which is ridiculous, they aren't in middle school anymore, but the essay isn't short. It's got to be around fifteen pages, but it belongs to him now! Apparently Sam made an A on it rather than A+ but that's probably because the teacher's a complete bitch and doesn't see Sam's hidden potential.

"My name is Lucifer, Lucifer Novak. I should be going now… I don't want to miss being at the tables… he only sticks around for thirty minutes after all." Lucifer murmured to himself, staring at the pages in front of him as though they were a gift from God.

"Lucifer… your parents hated you so much they named you Lucifer?!" Chuck asked, his eyes wide as he stared at him like the world just showed him the ocean for the first time and didn't just show him, it shoved him into shark infested waters where he knows he's going to die.

"Wait… why was your textbook in the alcove?" Lucifer countered, looking up curiously. Instead of answering, Chuck just smiled nervously and took off in the direction of Sam.

…

"So other than following Sam Winchester on campus, what else did you do today?" Castiel asked, his nose in a book waiting for Lucifer to pour his heart out to him. He learned early on not to call it stalking which just leads to Lucifer needing to drink… a lot, and dragging Castiel along with him for the ride. So instead, Castiel comes up with other words for it.

"I met someone named Chuck; he's apparently friends with Dean Winchester." At the mention of Sam's older brother, Castiel visibly flinched. Lucifer expected as much. Something happened a few years ago with them and it took Castiel a long time to pull himself together. Lucifer shouldn't have mentioned Dean's name so carelessly. "Yeah so Dean's got himself a friend, who knew, right? It's been ages since we've seen him, maybe you and I should pay him a visit." Lucifer smirked and watched Castiel sink lower and lower in his chair.

For the most part, the only way to find Castiel is to go to the library, he practically lives here working on his thesis. This is his last year of school, and then he'll be off as a professor somewhere, blowing everyone's mind away with his ideas and controversies. Castiel started college at the age of sixteen so finishing up at the age of twenty-two really isn't all that bad, especially with a PhD. Lucifer is working on one of those, or five. There's really no reason for him to stay in school but he's doing it anyway. Some of the benefits of having a rich father who feels guilty for what he put his children through, is that he's willing to pay them back for it with money.

"What's Chuck like? You rarely ever talk about anyone other than Sam." Castiel tried, obviously thinking that ignoring the mention of Dean will make him disappear. Lucifer is dying to know what happened between the two of them, but odds are, he never will. Well he might if he gets in good with Chuck.

"He's weird; only saw him for a couple minutes." Lucifer nodded and pulled a chocolate bar and peanut butter and pickle sandwich out of his bag. Castiel rolled his eyes at the food but then seemed to think over Lucifer's response.

"But you remembered his name in those couple minutes." Castiel pointed out with a soft smile, as though realizing something that Lucifer hasn't yet. He hates it when Castiel does that… it usually means that Lucifer's drunk or just being especially stupid that day.

"Do you always read too much into things?" He drawled, taking a bite of his chocolate bar. Castiel didn't reply he just went back to his studying and taking notes. That's all he ever does, that's all that seems to matter to him. It wasn't always like that but Dean screwed things up. It's a miracle Sam came out of his family as amazingly as he did… with broad shoulders, muscles everywhere, those big puppy eyes, and that incredible hair…

"I normally don't complain when you drool on the library books but your drool has chocolate in it. Please leave me alone for the remainder of the month." Castiel said stiffly, not even bothering to look up at his big brother. Lucifer isn't drooling quite yet but there's saliva building at the side of his mouth so it'll probably start soon.

"Fine, but not for the rest of the month, it's only the fifth of August." Castiel goes to school all year long every year, but this will be his last. It should mean that he has to be nice to Lucifer but odds are, that won't happen, and it's not like they share the same opinion about what's kind or cruel anyway.

"Don't remind me." Castiel murmured darkly.

...

"I should be scared… you stalk Sam well enough to know he's in the 'I hate Zachariah' club." Chuck said with a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

"Actually, I'm the one who created the club." Lucifer informed him briefly before rushing over to the other side of the room. Zachariah is the chairman of the board of the school, or something like that. He runs the whole thing and is a Novak, just like Lucifer and Castiel. They don't know him well but from going to his school, it's clear that he's a douche. Lucifer made this club his freshman year and is always surprised the entire school hasn't joined the club yet, then again, they don't advertise for obvious reasons.

He leaned against the podium in front of the abandoned classroom in the art hall. Half the rooms in the art hall aren't used because the students who want to major in something art related dwindle each year. So most of the rooms are empty and they always get more money than they need so the students tend to create much more than other schools would allow. Lucifer only knows this because he's been involved in the art section of the school for years, then again, Lucifer's been a part of everything you could possibly get a degree in at this school. He can graduate at any time but he refuses to, and thanks to his father's voice, no one is trying to force him, besides, the school loves his father's money.

The room is small, about the side of a pool which is ridiculous but then again there's a side exit that leads outside to a patio of sorts. So it's not all bad. Besides, they switch rooms monthly so dear old uncle Zachariah can't find the club, although he knows it exists apparently. Chuck stared at Lucifer in shock and so he just smirked in return. Sam only joined this club last month, and this is Chuck's first time coming. Lucifer would talk to Sam… but he loses himself completely to the urges of a seventh grade girl whenever he does, so instead he talks from his podium and makes the crowd laugh then they all play games that essentially make fun of every fiber of Zachariah's being.

"Wait… so this is the chairman Zachariah? I thought this was about the guy in my psych 105 class." An Asian girl said slowly from her seat. She slowly got up and grabbed her things but Lucifer stopped her with a smile.

"I think I know who you're talking about. He's a TA right? Someone really should make a club all for hating his guts. But you know… stick around, the games are fun. Just pretend we're talking about your Zachariah, just for today I'll be ambiguous and not go into details, and then you can play 'yank off Zachariah's balls and feed them to the snakes,' 'who's Zachariah,' or 'Who did Zachariah fucking kill this time?' I promise if you hate your Zach as much as we hate ours, you'll have a blast!" Lucifer promised, taking both of her hands in his. "So what do you say?" He murmured, looking into her beautiful dark eyes, searching for the hatred that lies within.

"Sure… but just for today." She breathed allowing him to let her go and move back to the front of the room. Chuck was staring at him in open mouthed shock but he's kind of used to that, and Sam is forever ignoring everything Lucifer does without noticing it.

"So we all hate Zachariah, right? Well… he's trying to get me to graduate this year with my brother, Castiel. Obviously, I won't allow this to happen. I only just started getting into the Literature department and the tech department has barely been scratched either! So… I am going to throw a party next week at my brother's boyfriend's place and we'll get smashed, listen to Nirvana, Sum 41, The Killers, Marilyn Manson, The Blow, Postal Service, Three Days Grace, Bush, and God knows what else I have in my car. Mostly guy bands, unless I can find some of my decent CDs with girls singers… but it'll be a fantastic party with hard liquor, the expensive kind and the cheap as fuck kind, and it'll be more than just us there. Go, be wallflowers, hate on Zachariah, hate on life, and let's get fucked!" Lucifer shouted raising his hands to the air and allowing his attentive audience to clap. It was six or eight people clapping, Sam and Chuck were silent, Chuck gaping while Sam just sort of stared at nothing in particular. It seems as though he's trying extra hard to avoid Lucifer accidentally today.

"Shoot me an email if you want to come, otherwise go fuck yourselves and die. Now let's move onto the games!"

Everyone pretty much ditched to do their own thing then, some people played the Zachariah games, the Asian girl was one of them, but a couple guys just hung out, talking and trying to figure out what to do with their lives. It's dull so Lucifer interrupted. "Chuck… we need to talk in private." Lucifer said softly, looking away as he stood in front of Dean's friend. He could feel the guy staring at him which is good, it means this is working.

"Oh… um, yeah, sure, let's talk for a moment. Be right back, guys." Chuck smiled then walked with Lucifer out of the room and onto the patio. "Are you okay, man? You look… like someone just threatened to kill Sam." Okay, so obviously Chuck doesn't know him in the slightest. If someone threatened to kill Sam, he'd be murderous, he wouldn't look depressed!

"Chuck… we need to talk about how you're stalking me. It's… I understand that I have what is known as 'sex appeal' but that doesn't mean that I'm interested in men who look but don't touch and don't even attempt to flatter me. You're a terrible stalker, I deserve better than you, and I just wanted to let you know before things get awkward between us." Lucifer informed him with a sad sigh and ran his fingers over Chuck's cheek. "Don't worry though… life gets better. Just give it some time."

"You… are insane! This is the second time I've seen you in my life! How the hell am I stalking you?!" Chuck demanded looking furious, he has a cute little pinch between his eyebrows but Lucifer knew it would be counterproductive to mention this.

"Denial won't help the grieving process now that I've rejected you, it'll only make things harder. How about I walk you to your dorm? Your room is in the freshmen block, color purple, door seventeen, right?" He asked soothingly.

"You're stalking me! Holy shit you moved on from Sam and are now stalking me! Is it because I talked to you? Oh shit, I should never have spoken to you. I should have known you were crazy from the start!" Chuck moaned, covering his face with his hands, almost falling forward onto the hard concrete, but Lucifer made sure to catch him. After a while, all the words coming out of Chuck's mouth was incoherent babble, without even hesitating, Lucifer brought him back inside then took Chuck back to his dorm.

Well that was amusing. He didn't expect Chuck to react like that… but apparently Lucifer was only seeing things, Chuck isn't stalking his brain and he isn't in love with Lucifer. For some reason… this dampened his spirits, just slightly.

…

Lucifer was just leaving Tribal History when he bumped into someone he hadn't expected to see. Running into people you don't expect to see happen often. Like when Lucifer used to fuck Meg, Ruby, and Lilith without the three best friends knowing they were all being fucked regularly by the same guy… that ended badly, but luckily they all valued his friendship. Making him make a blood oath never to fuck a woman ever again also helped him earn his way back into their fold but these women know what they want and he can respect that, even though he's fairly sure that Lilith had made the oath into a blood ritual with a demon.

But anyhow, Lucifer ran into someone he didn't expect to see. Someone he never expected to see again. But sure enough, there's Dean Winchester in his ripped jeans, oil stained white t-shirt and leather jacket. Obviously he's a whore now and selling himself out to the enriched minds at the college in the hopes that the only STDs they carry are ones that'll improve his brain's capacity, when really, he's a fool and sorely mistaken.

"I don't know what the fuck you're thinking, and I really don't want to know, but it's making me want to punch you in the face. Where can I find Cas?" Dean growled making Lucifer hold up his hands with a smirk. It's a beautiful day outside, the darkness in the sky is swirling and there are tornado warnings around them and the wind is trying to take down some nearby trees but there's still school and Dean Winchester chose today of all days to try to talk to Castiel.

"I'm not going to tell you where he is, in fact, I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you from ever seeing him again." There are few things in this world that Lucifer will fight for… but he only just got Castiel back. So he's not ready to let go just yet or do anything to betray his trust.

"Stop being a jackass and do something for Cas just once." Dean sighed; looking tired and cold and just pissed off. Lucifer crossed his arms over his chest and glowered at Dean Winchester.

"You don't know a damn thing about Castiel and my situation. You don't know how much I've done for him or haven't done. So don't come in here, insulting me, and expecting me to do you a favor because you think it'll help Castiel. Dean, he's fucking fine, doing better without you. I don't want him to break because you're a dumbass and want to come back into his life. Don't thrust your selfish desires on me, or my brother."

"Seriously Dean, just back off, I get why you want to do this but… it's not worth it. Lucifer's right, you'll probably only make things worse." Chuck said from behind him.

"Chuck… I can't…" Dean said with this desperate look on his face. Desperation rarely helps anyone. Lucifer knows this, probably better than most, but there's no way that Dean will believe him.

"I know… let's talk about it later, when others can't overhear and use this to their advantage." Chuck nodded vigorously and reached for his friend, but Lucifer saw something there… Chuck didn't come to help out Lucifer. He came to help out Dean. Odds are, the guy still hates his guts, both Dean and Chuck's, but right now Lucifer sees something that he knows no one wanted him to witness.

Chuck Shurley is in love with Dean Winchester, and they've done things together that best friends shouldn't do. Lucifer knows this because Chuck's arms are trembling and Dean allowed the hug. He knows this because of their eyes… that are full of love, but Chuck's has more love than Dean's, his seem to be empty except for the slight spark. Lucifer knows that Dean would never choose Chuck because of the way the world works. So Lucifer watched them for a moment longer then decided to play the role of the bad guy to make things easier on everyone.

"Well isn't this cute. Obviously I'm going to have to take pictures and show them to poor Castiel, who's practically sobbing himself to sleep every night. Just kidding~! But I really should take pictures; this is too cute not to become my wallpaper…" He murmured, pulling out his phone, before he could take a picture though, Chuck punched him. Lucifer's been punched loads of times, and most of the time he fully deserves it, like at this moment. But he can see the look of humiliation and anger on Chuck's face.

Lucifer snapped a picture of Chuck's face from the ground where he'd landed just as Dean kicked him in the gut. He didn't complain, didn't even groan, Lucifer just held his breath and did his best not to react much. It tends to piss people off more but it makes him seem as though he's been involved in these situations often. The fact that he has, doesn't really matter. If he can make himself seem stronger than he is, it makes people hesitate when it comes to making him their opponent.

He feels as though someone has literally dug in there and ripped out his stomach but his face is just a dull throb now but he knows it's bruised. Chuck obviously doesn't hit people much. Pulling himself to his feet, he smiled cheekily at Chuck and Dean then turned around and left, holding up his hand in a wave before leaving to go find Castiel. It's either he finds someone who he loves or he'll be stuck finding the people he hates with a passion. But just because you hate someone doesn't mean you should abandon them, they can serve as an amazing distraction.

When he got to the library, there was Castiel with his laptop out, furiously typing away looking incredibly frustrated and upset, seeing Dean would have shattered him. So Lucifer doesn't mind the abuse as long as his brother is alright. No one will ever believe that though, and he's fine with it. No one has to believe him, and no one has to know how hard he tried to be there to be there for everyone, but he was taken away from the situation entirely leaving his siblings to handle everything alone. But Lucifer's a douche. So it's only natural that no one will ever believe him.

"Lucifer, I don't have time to deal with you today, go away or I'll start doing all of this in my room with the door locked and bolted so you can't get in." Castiel threatened, not even bothering to look up.

"Alright then, I'll leave you alone." Lucifer nodded and turned around to leave.

"Are you okay? You're walking oddly." He called after him. It's strange that Castiel would care or bother to mention it, but stranger things have happened. He thought about Chuck's obvious love for Dean… yeah, stranger things have happened.

"Just got into a fight protecting you, nothing to worry about," Lucifer smirked, not bothering to turn around, odds are a bruise is already forming on his face and he can't let Chuck see that.

"Very funny, just… take care of yourself alright? You can stay if you want…" He didn't want to make the offer, which is obvious, so Lucifer won't intrude.

"No it's fine, I'll hang out with your boyfriend and Meg for a while, work on your studies."

Castiel didn't say anything else and Lucifer didn't stay, instead he looked for his friends, the people who only like him for his money and family.

…

Meg had a piece of steak pressed to his face while Crowley was looking over his selection of brandy. "So Dean wanted to see my Castiel?" He asked in that stupid British drawl he has. Castiel and Crowley have been dating for about a year, they aren't serious, but Crowley treats them like they are. Castiel could care less though with his graduation coming up.

"I stopped him; I don't think he'll try again, not for a long time anyway. So how's the black market going?"

"It's going. Castiel is helping me with my business now. His input is… amusing."

"Lucifer if you struggle against me one more time I'm going to stab you with a spoon." Meg murmured lovingly in his ear, forcing him to relax against her firm grip on his arm. "He's just teasing; Clarence still refuses to get involved in illegal activity, because it'll ruin his pretty white record. I told him his pretty white underwear has already been ruined so why hold out on Crowley now? Apparently he didn't like my joke."

"That's because your jokes aren't funny, you little whore." Crowley informed her, just as he pulled a bottle out of his stash and filled a glass for himself. His house is large, almost worthy enough to be called a mansion. This is because he deals in the black market and has made quite the name for himself; well this is what he tells us anyway. No one knows for sure what he does, not even Meg or Castiel, but then again no one cares. Crowley only hangs out with Lucifer because of Castiel, and Meg only stick around to mooch off of both of their fortunes.

"Lucifer, you don't think I'm a whore, do you? After all, I'm taking care of you right now." Which is true, he's essentially strapped to a wooden chair as she manhandles him with a piece of steak.

"A whore is a whore is a whore." Lucifer smiled pleasantly making her push the chair over onto the ground, causing it to break apart and causing Lucifer even more pain.

"You're paying for that." Crowley grumbled.

"But I hurt Lucy-fruit, so that should count for something."

"That chair was handmade by a war chief in Africa."

"That chair was a piece of shit."

"Fine, but you owe me for this."

Obviously, Lucifer was being an idiot when he decided to come here, but he just stood up and grabbed himself a glass of whatever drink was by the cart of glasses, and downed it all in one gulp.

"I hate you all."

"Yes darling, but you keep coming back for more."

…

The one thing Lucifer hates more than anything is walking into his dorm and being stuck in a room all by himself. He never had to be alone until college came around, and it's awful. He loves college; the idea of learning about anything and everything is exciting and he loves knowledge and the idea of having all this knowledge at his grasp, is thrilling, but being alone… completely alone, is terrible.

He tried to get Castiel to share a room with him, but it was a flat 'no.' Meg and Crowley don't go to the college, or any college. Crowley is rich enough to get by without schooling and Meg works as a stripper at a local club, so she makes enough money to pay for her shithole apartment. For a while she tried to flirt with Lucifer and Crowley, trying to see which one she can keep around so she has a steady flow of cash, but it didn't work out. The blood oath was a deal breaker for Lucifer and the fact that Crowley fell for Castiel was… unfortunate, for both Meg and Lucifer.

Lucifer stripped off his clothes, everything but his boxers, then crawled into bed, his face is still slightly swollen and a bit red and purple, and he didn't dare look at his stomach. Dean's been into fights before; Lucifer knows this thanks to Castiel. He can also tell thanks to that stupid kick. Meg pushing him didn't help either. But he's used to the abuse, not so much physical, but he's used to it enough to where he never complained. If someone took Lucifer seriously, then maybe he'd voice his complaints, maybe he'd be honest, and maybe things would change. He might even finally graduate.

His guidance counselor has pretty much given up on attempting to have Lucifer graduate with his degrees then continue going to school. The guy really seems to think that Lucifer will be much happier holding the many different diplomas in his hand. It doesn't matter if he has proof or no proof that he's accomplished so much in school. It really doesn't matter.

Lucifer placed a cold pillow on his stomach and held it there as he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. Tomorrow he might drop off by the nurse to see if he needs to check in at the hospital to make sure that Dean was smart about his kick and not a complete idiot by kicking whatever he could reach. The last thing Lucifer needs is for people to start asking questions and if he's hospitalized then there will definitely be questions from inconsiderate brats who spend their lives pretending to care about people they really don't give a damn about.

Closing his eyes he tried to remember what it was like when he was a kid, when Castiel used to smile all the time and Michael wasn't such a hard ass; the time when Gabriel was a complete prick with his stupid pranks and would do them to everyone, back when he used to care, and when Anna hadn't lost herself, back when she drew just to draw and never because of some mental imbalance and scary delusions.

Lucifer wishes every night that he could go back to that time, but it's over now and there's no going back. Everyone is scattered and everyone is broken, and no one wants to see Lucifer because of false beliefs. But anyone can believe whatever they want to believe. Lucifer turned on the lamp next to his bed and grabbed the book resting beside it. He likes to read those cheesy adventure novels where there's a problem and the guy goes and solves the problem, eventually winding up with the girl. Those books… are an incredible distraction from reality.