I don't know about anyone else, but I love love loved Mark Pellegrino's portrayal of Lucifer on Supernatural. Soooo, I decided to write some loosely related one-shots about him and Sam. However, in my fics, Sam is a girl(Gender-swap). Just so everyone knows, I am not a devil-worshipper in any way, shape, or form, I just think Mark Pellegrino is incredibly hot!
"Carry on my wayward son! There'll be peace when you are done!" Samantha Winchester sang loudly as she danced around her hotel room. It was the middle of a beautiful summer day and she had an old radio blaring. The windows were open and she didn't care. It had been more than two weeks since she and Dean had split up and gone their separate ways and she was sick of moping around missing him. "Lay your weary head to rest!" Samantha shook her hips to the beat. "Don't you cry no more!" Then she heard clapping.
Sam whirled around to see who was in her room, bracing herself for a fight. She glared at the man standing in front of the door.
"Lucifer," she said, her lips curling in disgust. The tall blonde man grinned at her and took a step forward.
"What, you're not happy to see me?" he asked, a smirk on his lips the whole time.
"Get out of my room," Sam demanded. Lucifer pursed his lips, like he was disappointed.
"Come on Sam, admit it. You're a little glad to see me," he insisted. Samantha turned around and turned the radio off before looking back at him.
"No, I'm not happy at all that you're here," she said, leaning against the dresser behind her and crossing her arms. "Sorry, but I don't exactly want the Devil anywhere near me, much less in my bedroom."
Lucifer crossed his arms, mirroring Sam's position. "Then let's talk somewhere else," Lucifer said casually, as if they were two old friends going to hang out. Samantha inclined her head towards him in disbelief.
"Seriously? You expect me to go somewhere with you? That's not happening," Sam said defiantly. "You told me last time that I am your predestined meat-suit."
"And that we were made for each other in every possible way, spiritually, emotionally, physically-" Lucifer said before Sam interrupted him.
"Okay stop!" Sam said, raising her voice. "I don't need to hear that speech again."
"But it's true," Lucifer said, coming even closer. "You should just save us both a lot of time and suffering and accept it. We're going to be together in the end."
Sam looked away from him, not wanting to listen to him anymore. "Look, can you just go? We're not going to get anywhere, it's just going to be me saying that I won't say yes to you and you saying that I will."
Before Sam even realized what had happened, Lucifer was right in front of her. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that she was only wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt and she didn't like being so exposed to him…or at least that's what she was telling herself.
"Watch your tone," Lucifer said darkly. Sam looked up at him, her brow furrowed. "You may be my true vessel, but I still would like to be treated with the respect I deserve." Sam inhaled sharply as Lucifer's hand shot out in front of her face. "Come with me. I promise I'll bring you right back here."
Sam hesitated, glaring up at him. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth. Lucifer's hand gently touched Sam's forehead and a moment later they were standing in one of the most amazing places Sam had ever been in her life. They were standing in a meadow of tall, soft grass, flowing back and forth in the wind like an ocean. Samantha slowly spun in a circle, taking in the space around her. She realized that they were in a clearing in the woods. The trees were full of green leaves and the bright sun seemed to give everything a golden shimmer around the edges. It was overwhelmingly beautiful.
"Now is this really so bad?" she heard the voice of Lucifer's vessel behind her. She turned to face him. Sam shrugged, not wanting to admit how impressed she actually was.
"It's alright," she said nonchalantly. Lucifer didn't seem to take offense to this. He gazed around the meadow, like he too was fascinated by this place.
"This is one of my favorite places in the world, you know," Lucifer said glancing at her momentarily before resuming raking his eyes over the meadow.
"I thought you wanted to roast earth like a marshmallow," Sam said confused.
"Most people tend to think that. But it doesn't make any sense. Why would I want to destroy my Father's last perfect creation? This planet is stunning. It's the vermin plaguing it that I want to get rid of," Lucifer replied.
"If you hate humans so much then why do you want to live inside one for all eternity," Sam asked, unable to contain her curiosity. Lucifer had been strolling around the meadow while they spoke. He stopped walking and looked sideways at Sam.
You're not a human. You are perfect," Lucifer said sincerely. Sam was silent for a minute, taken aback.
"I'm flawed," she argued. Lucifer shook his head.
"No. Any flaws that you have simply add to the amazing creature that is you," Lucifer insisted.
"What are you saying…" Sam trailed off.
"I'm saying that I've been waiting to be able to be in the same room as you for centuries. Now that we're here it is incredibly hard to stay away. You can't get rid of me now," the Devil said darkly. He resumed slowly pacing around the meadow. Sam stared after him, her mouth hanging open. Then she thought of something to say in response.
"It doesn't matter how many nice things you say to me, or if you take me to a pretty meadow. I'm not saying yes to you," Sam said, trying to be gentle, but firm. In a rush of wind Lucifer was standing inches away from Sam's face again.
"I'll change your mind," Lucifer assured her. "In fact, I think you're already starting to like me." He smirked before walking away from her. Sam was momentarily speechless. She stormed after him.
"I am not starting to like you, and even if I was starting to like you, that doesn't mean I would say yes to you wearing me to prom," Sam said.
"You will eventually," Lucifer said calmly for the hundredth time.
"No I won't!" was Sam's answer yet again.
"I think you will."
"You're wrong." Just as the words were out of Samantha's mouth, Lucifer whirled around and captured her lips in a hard kiss. She was so taken off guard that she didn't even think try to stop him. A few seconds later he pulled away. They stared at each other, breathing heavily.
"Screw you," Sam growled.
"Please do," Lucifer said with a devilish smile. Sam made a noise of disgust. As she turned around to walk to the other side of the field, she realized that she was somehow suddenly back in the motel room.
"What the-?" Sam spun around again, but this time, she was alone in her room. Out of the corner of her eye she saw something red lying on her bed. She hurried over to it, realizing that it was a flower from the meadow. She carefully picked it up. It was gorgeous. Sam groaned in frustration to herself. "Damn it. Why did Lucifer have to pick a vessel that is so hot?"
