(Okay, this is a continuation of my Destiel story, 'Angel on my right side' Enjoy!)
"Fine Dad! See if I care! Mom's dead and nothing can bring her back! So go ahead and kick me out!" a 10 year old yelled at his father, John. John just grumbled and walked off. "Sammy…." Dean had said, sadness in his eyes. It hurt Sam to see his brother so upset but he could never understand Sam. "Goodbye Dean." Sam said and stormed out. He walked a mile down the road from their cheep, musty motel and found himself in a small town. In front of a church at that. He walked inside, seeing that the library across the street was closed. He heard nothing, he was all alone but had never felt more safe. He looked up at the cross at the other end of the church. He knew at that moment that someone was out their watching over him, and he would never be alone again.
*20 years later*
Sam walked down the road, he heard a voice calling him and no amount of arguing could convince him otherwise. He walked into a cheap motel and bought a room for the night. He walked into his room and closed the door behind him. It was then that Sam saw Lucifer. Sam groaned and flopped over onto the bed. "For the thousandth time, you are in hell. I'm in the real world and you're just in my head because I've lost it." Sam said, rubbing the scar on his hand, the way he always did when he saw Lucifer. Lucifer smirked. "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. You just don't seem to get it. This may not be Hell but you're far from crazy. I held on inside you, like the leviathans did inside Cas. When Death brought your soul back, he brought me back too. Now lets kiss and make up, okay?" He said and leaned over Sam on the bed. Sam shot up and past Lucifer. "Sorry, but I'm not gay…." he said with a small, nervous laugh. Lucifer shook his head. "You would be more than willing if it were my little brother Gabriel…." He said, landing a kiss on Sam's cheek. Strange, how real it felt. "What are you talking about? Gabriel is dead. He died fighting you so why would I think about him that way?" He asked and walked off into the bathroom to take a shower, leaving a smirking Lucifer to roll around on his bed.
Sam took his time in the shower, hoping it would wash away his insanity. Fortunately for Sam, when he came back out Lucifer was nowhere to be seen. "Thank god." He muttered before the loneliness hit him. He sighed, falling down onto the bed. He yawned before curling up and drifting into an uneasy sleep. Sam had a strange dream. Gabriel and Sam were in the musty hotel room. Gabriel moved forward and so did Sam, both acknowledging the fact that they were about to kiss. They were just about to reach each other when Gabriel let out a scream, falling down on the floor with ember and charcoal wings around his small body, blood slowly trickling out of his mouth and a bloody wound in his stomach.
Sam woke up the next day with a start. He slowly came to his senses and realized he was staring into the cold grey eyes of Lucifer. "Gah!" Sam said, falling off the bed. Lucifer chuckled. "Well, if that scared you then have I got one Hell of a surprise for you!" He said and moved so Sam could see a short figure leaning against a wall, a candy bar in his hand. "But…..you….you're…I thought you were dead!" Sam said, rubbing his spot as Lucifer slowly started to dissolve. The man smirked and took a bite out of the candy bar. "Hey Sammy." Gabriel said, a soft smile playing on his lips.