A/N: Okay, just a heads up, in this story, I will probably use real spells. And what Sam does to cast a circle and present offerings to the spirits and creatures of each direction, that's just what I use when I cast spells. It's not what everyone uses, because everyone is different. And I'm pretty new to all of this myself, so my information might not be totally correct at times.

As always, I do not share any views expressed by any characters in this story. And I own nothing in this story.

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Sam lay in a field of grass that grew above his head, eyes closed peacefully as a breeze rippled across the plains. Underneath his eyelids, his eyes shifted constantly. His arms were stretched out at his sides, fingers curling and uncurling in the tendrils of grass. In the distance, he was sure that he could hear chimes lazily falling against each other. When he inhaled deeply through his nose, the air was dusted with the scents of dirt, pine gum, and brown sugar. Sam wasn't sure where the smell of pine came from, because, as far as he could tell, there were no trees around. The smell of sugar stumped him as well.

A new sound emerged in the distance, coming closer – footsteps. Not only footsteps, but humming as well. Sam was sure that he knew the tune from somewhere, but without hearing lyrics, he couldn't place it. Though his curiosity bubbled, Sam kept his eyes closed, pretending to sleep. The wind picked up, creating tidal waves in the grass which tickled Sam's arms.

As the smell of sugar became stronger, and the footsteps drew closer, Sam cracked his eyes open, immediately being punished by the blinding sunlight above him. He snapped them closed once again, seeing pink and green dots inside of his eyelids. Sam turned his head to the side before opening his eyes again.

When his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out feet coming towards him. They were naked feet, attached to hairy, naked legs. Sam remained still, watching the feet as they approached. It was then that he heard lyrics being added to the humming. "I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream… I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar agleam…"

Sam reached out gingerly when he thought it was possible to touch the feet, and his fingers grazed the tough knuckles. The skin was incredibly cold, as if this person had just come inside from swimming in a frozen over river. "And I know it's true that visions are seldom what they seem…" Then, this person leaned down over Sam, but Sam could not see his face. They touched his cheek with a smooth hand as Sam slowly sat up, and Sam found himself smiling. "But if I know you, I know what you'll do. You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream."

"Sammy, God dammit, wake up already!" There was loud banging at his door. "You're gonna be late!"

"But if I know you, I know what you'll do. You'll love me at once…"

More pounding at the door. "Get up! Don't make me have to break down this door, because I will!"

Sam sat up quickly, panting for breath as he looked around his bedroom frantically. With a glance at the clock, he saw that it was 7:47. He looked down at himself to see that he was without a shirt and in his favorite pair of sweatpants. In a panic, he leapt out of bed, slicking back his hair. "I'm up, I'm up!" he called back to his brother.

"You don't have time to shower. Just get dressed and come out here. I've got some eggs for you." After that, Sam heard Dean's footsteps retreat into the kitchen and he hurriedly picked out a shirt from his closet. As he slipped the shirt over his head, he considered keeping on his sweatpants, but then he groaned upon remembering that he'd worn the same pair the day before.

Dean waited for Sam in the kitchen, sitting at the bar as he drank his coffee. He glanced through a car magazine of some kind, not reading the words, just looking at the pictures. Sam dashed out, one sock on, the other in his hand, and slid into his bar seat, digging into his fried eggs that Dean had prepared. "Sorry," he said with his mouth full of egg, "I had a good dream, I guess. Just didn't wanna wake up."

With a chuckle, Dean nodded. "I understand, little man. You're growin' up; it's okay to have dreams like that."

Sam quirked a brow, looking up at his brother. "What?"

"I don't need to hear any details, just try'n save dreams like that for the weekend, okay? Puberty is a bitch, I know." Dean smirked, taking another swig of his coffee.

Sam choked momentarily. "It wasn't a wet dream, Dean."

"Then you have no excuse to be late for school. No dream is worth sleepin' in for unless it's dirty." He smiled when Sam groaned, shoveling more egg into his mouth. "Don't kill yourself, now. Bring your plate, we've gotta go."

The ride to Sam's school wasn't long, so he still found himself scarfing down the eggs like his life depended on it. This wasn't the first time he'd had to eat fast. Hell, growing up, Dean had been a bit chubby, so Sam had always had to inhale his food before his brother could steal it off his plate.

After their dad had died, Dean and Sam moved in with Bobby, a friend of their dad's that was pretty much like an uncle to them, and his wife Ellen. Dean worked in the garage with Bobby, and he turned out to be a decent mechanic, but Sam could tell that Dean wanted more. They stayed with Bobby until Dean turned eighteen, which was when Dean dropped out and they moved back into their old house. Bobby had hated to see them go, but he didn't give them a hard time. Ellen gave them a blackberry pie as a house-rewarming gift, and Sam noticed how she was trying not to cry.

Now, it was just he and Dean, and sometimes it was nice. They had their own rules and were pretty much free to do whatever they wanted, but other times it was lonely. Sam was seventeen and didn't have many friends. Just the week before, his girlfriend Ruby had broken his heart when she said she just "didn't feel it" anymore. He didn't know it, but it was possible that the reason behind her loss of feelings was her new crush on Michael Sterling, Gabriel's older brother.

Gabriel was Sam's best friend. Sam always knew that he could count on Gabriel to have his back. He didn't know how guilty Gabriel felt, having been the one to introduce Ruby to Michael one of the times that she dropped by to pick up one of Sam's X-Box 360 controllers. Sam also didn't know about the secret feelings Gabe harbored for him – feelings of unrequited love. Though Gabriel acted like king of the mountain, he was shy when it came to how he felt.

Sam's life was flooded with secrets, such as his own secret about what he started doing late at night while Dean was out for drinks. Ruby had been the axis on which Sam's life revolved for seven months, and moving on from her wasn't in his future plans. She had made it apparent that she didn't want to take him back, so that didn't leave Sam with many options. Out of desperation, he turned to spells he found online. At first, Sam didn't think much of witchcraft, but if there was any truth to magick and what it was capable of doing for people, he wanted to be a part of it. He didn't think he could live without Ruby, so she left him with no choice but to force her to fall back in love with him again.

The first time Sam cast a spell, he sat at the bar in the kitchen because he had to burn candles and he didn't feel comfortable doing that in his bedroom. If he burned wax on the floor, Dean would never forgive him. He had been nervous while casting the spell, sitting on a barstool with pictures of himself and Ruby, chanting things over them before pressing them together and tying them with yarn. Sam hid the bundle in his underwear drawer, thinking that maybe things would get better.

Still Ruby didn't return his affections. If anything, she acted even more distant than before, feeling awkward even having lunch with him or exchanging small talk in the hallway. The next time Sam tried a spell, he decided that he might as well go all out. When Dean went out one night, he took a cardboard box from the garage and spray painted it black, then he found an old red curtain to lay overtop of it. He set up the makeshift altar in this bedroom, using yarn to make a circle on the floor, being sure to tie the ends to complete the circle. That night, he tried a new, stronger spell, and Sam honestly felt like his magick was working.

The next day, Ruby hardly even looked at him, so Sam was almost ready to give up. What had he been thinking? Witchcraft? Had he gone insane? Sam wanted to stop with the magick, but he decided to read about it more instead, thinking that maybe his methods had been wrong. Then he read about how love spells don't work if the love isn't true, and that magick isn't manipulative, it just takes existing affections and makes them stronger. Sam cried that night, realizing that Ruby truly didn't love him anymore, if she had ever loved him in the first place.

A few days later, Sam cast a spell that would help heal his broken heart, hoping that it would get him to move on with his life. He tried to keep faith that the magick would work, and he pleaded with various gods and goddesses for their help. It worked, because the next day Sam felt much better. He missed Ruby's company at times, but he didn't feel like his world was crashing down. Instead, he felt ready to fall in love with someone new so that he could get over Ruby once and for all.

That night, Dean stayed in, which surprised Sam. Dean was 21 now, and since his birthday, he'd been gone nearly every night, getting drunk and sometimes not coming home until the early hours of the morning. Luckily, he never brought home any women, because Sam wasn't sure how he would handle that situation. "Hey," he said, leaning over the back of the couch where Dean sat, watching TV, "what're you doing home? You usually go out."

Dean nodded, taking a swig of his beer. "There's a game tonight. Besides, I shouldn't be leavin' you home all the time. I don't want you to feel like I'm tryin' to abandon you." He turned back to look at his little brother. "And I'm not settin' a good example if I'm out every night getting drunk."

Sam frowned. He knew part of the reason Dean got drunk was because he'd always dreamed of doing more with his life than being a mechanic. Dean had been so excited to go off to college before their father died, and Sam knew he'd been crushed because he'd lost his dad and his dreams. "I don't mind it that you go out."

"Why don't you sit down and watch the game with me?" Dean asked with a small smile. "I thought maybe we could spend some quality time together tonight."

As he looked down at his socks, Sam replied, "I would, Dean, really I would, but I've got a lot of studying I have to do tonight."

Dean cocked a brow. "On a Sunday?"

Sam sighed with a nod. "Yeah, it really sucks, but I've got this big test tomorrow, and if I fail it I might as well kiss any scholarships goodbye."

Turning back to face the TV, Dean said, "That's a bitch. Well, I'll try to keep it down."

That signaled that their conversation was over, and Sam dragged his feet back to his bedroom. He really felt awful lying to his brother, and even worse for not spending time with him, but casting this newest spell was important to Sam. He knew that once he found love, he'd be more fun to be around, and then maybe he could start fixing his life.

Sam went into his room, locking the door behind him. He prayed that Dean would stay occupied with his game and that he wouldn't hear his little brother casting spells in his bedroom. Before he started, Sam made sure that he had everything he needed with him in the circle, because it was very dangerous to leave the circle during spell casting. Once he was set, Sam lit small tea light candles all around his room then turned out the lights. He stepped into the circle, and placed offerings at the north, east, south, and west, lighting a candle with each offering.

At the north, Sam had a small pile of salt on a saucer, and he sprinkled salt around the candle, saying, "Blessing to the spirits and creatures of the north." Then, he moved to the east, where he had a pile of broken glass. Here, he also sprinkled salt and said, "Blessing to the spirits and creatures of the east." He repeated this for the south, where he had a pile of burnt matches and a stick of lit incense, and also for the west, where he had a small cup of water. When he was done, he meditated in front of his altar, then chanted, "I conjure thee, O Circle of Power, that thou beest a meeting place of love and joy and truth; a shield against all wickedness and evil; a boundary between men and the realms of the Mighty Ones; a rampart and protection that shall preserve and contain the power that we shall raise within thee."

After this was done, Sam was able to start his spell to bring himself true love. During this, he noticed that the candles outside of the circle flickered, one going out, and he became nervous. He could feel that true magick was at work, and his stomach churned at the thought. Sam took a deep breath, pausing to meditate again so that he could clear his mind. Soon after, he finished his spell, and stood to thank the gods and goddesses before walking around, taking back the offerings he'd put out. Before taking back each offering, he would say, "Thank you and blessings to the spirits and creatures of the…" and he would say the direction he was at.

When he was done, he chanted his Circle of Power chant backwards, then asked permission to leave the circle. Sam took a deep breath, happy that when he set foot outside of the circle it didn't start an earthquake. He walked around, blowing out each of the candles he'd set out. Sam didn't realize until he'd blown out the last candle how dark it'd gotten. For a moment, he stood still, admiring the dark. He felt calmer than he had in a long time, and that in turn made him feel uneasy. He quickly reached for the light switch, but before he could get to it…

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…"

Sam's heart must've stopped. He would go to his grave swearing that it did. He wanted to move for the light, but he was frozen. That was when he smelled the brown sugar.

"I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar agleam…"

Sam didn't even remember reaching for the lights. All he knew was that one moment it was dark, and the next, it was light, and he was standing as close to the door as humanly possible, a hand on the light switch. There was no one else in the room with him, but that didn't ease Sam's now galloping heartbeat. Slowly, he took a step forward, looking everywhere wildly. "Who's there?" Sam asked, his voice shaky.

After a moment of debating, Sam realized that he had to turn the lights back off. He chuckled once in fear, stepping back. His legs were trembling. As he reached out to turn the lights off once more, he held his breath, afraid of what might happen in the dark. Sam's fingers hesitated on the switch, as he gave the room one last look over. He swallowed, letting out his breath, and flicked the switch down.

At first, there was nothing but silence. Sam's eyes darted around the room, though he could see nothing. His breathing picked up, feeling anxious at the suspense. "Where did you go?" he asked the nothingness. When there was no immediate reply, Sam laughed, thinking about how stupid he was being. He really needed to stop this witchcraft before he drove himself mad. Then, he heard the man's voice singing to him again.

"And I know it's true that visions are seldom what they seem. But if I know you, I know what you'll do."

Sam was afraid he would start hyperventilating soon. "Where are you? Wh-who are you?" He could now feel steady breath on his face. The smell of brown sugar had grown stronger

"You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream."

Sam slapped the light on, and in front of him stood a man. Every part of Sam wanted to scream out in terror, but he didn't. He wanted to open the door and go running out, but he didn't. He just stared up at this man's face. The man looked about 20 and had soft, blue eyes and short blonde hair which also reached his face in a thin beard. He cocked his head to the left, and a smile spread on his face. Sam didn't feel threatened by that face, though he maybe should have.

As he struggled to find his voice, Sam swallowed. "You…you're not the true love I wished for, are you?"

The man in front of him chuckled, shaking his head ever so slightly as his eyes glided over Sam's face. "I am your familiar."

Sam was beginning to feel claustrophobic between the door and the strange man in front of him. "I'm sorry, what? How did you even get in here? What's a familiar?"

It was unsettling to see the man in front of him go from smiling to looking confused. "Are you not my Wiccan?" Before Sam could muster up an answer, he added, "But, I thought you were the Wiccan I came to in a dream a week ago."

"That was me," Sam responded all too quickly. "You were the guy that smelled like sugar and didn't wear any shoes." He glanced down, then gasped, slamming backwards into the door. He choked on his words for a moment before stuttering, "Y-y-y-you…you're…did you know that you're naked?" The man nodded. Sam covered his eyes, waving towards the bed. "Okay, okay will you just go over there? Wrap yourself in a blanket or something." At first, the man stayed put, but then he moved towards the bed, where he sat down and pulled Sam's comforter into his lap. "Okay," Sam started after uncovering his eyes, "will you please explain to me why you are naked and in my bedroom?"

"I am your familiar."

Sam sighed, nodding. "Yeah, you said that already. Care to tell me what that is?"

The man on his bed narrowed his eyes. "If you were truly a Wiccan, you would know what a familiar is."

"Yeah, well I'm not really a Wiccan. I've just done a few spells so I don't feel like a lonely loser. I didn't expect to conjure up a naked man in my bedroom." Sam huffed, putting his hands on his knees.

"But…" The man rose off the bed, holding the comforter to his crotch with one hand, and Sam swallowed. "If you are not a Wiccan, then why am I here?"

"I'm kind of waiting for you to tell me."

The man sighed. "I am a familiar, an assistant to the Wiccan that is chosen for me. The purpose of my life is to serve my master and to aid them in their spell casting. When a person first becomes a Wiccan, their familiar finds them, and the Wiccan is given a dream to alert them that soon, they will be visited by their familiar."

Sam's eyes widened. "So that dream a week ago, that was you telling me that you were coming for me…" He shook his head. "But I had that dream before I cast my first spell. I definitely wasn't a Wiccan then, and I doubt that I'm one now."

"Then perhaps I am meant to lead you as you become a Wiccan," the man suggested.

With a groan, Sam covered his eyes. "Can't you just find a new guy to be your master?"

The man shook his head, coming closer to Sam. "I can't. A familiar is bound to their master eternally, mind and soul. I must serve you, it is what I was created to do."

Sam took in a deep breath, rubbing circles in his forehead. "Okay, well first thing's first. I have to find you some clothes before we can really figure anything out. You look like you're Dean's size…" He opened the door, peeking out, then looked back at the strange, naked man. "Wait in here, and be quiet. My brother can't know you're here or I'll never hear the end of it."

Once he was dressed, Sam felt more comfortable around the stranger. "Okay, so do you have a name, or am I supposed to name you?"

"Lucifer. I am Lucifer."

Sam nodded. "Okay, not the best name, but it'll work." He held out a hand. "Umm, nice to meet you, I guess, Lucifer. I'm Sam." Lucifer shook his hand and smiled, which made Sam's stomach toss a little. His skin was just as cold as Sam had remembered it. After releasing Lucifer's hand, he stuffed his hands in his back pockets. "Okay, well, I was gonna sleep, so you can head home, or whatever."

Lucifer looked confused again. "My home is here with you. A familiar is never supposed to leave the side of their master."

In disbelief Sam collapsed on the bed. "You can't be serious…" For a minute, he was just quiet, concentrating on his breathing. "Well, how am I supposed to hide you from my brother?"

"That's easy."

Sam looked up to see Lucifer shift into a brown and white border collie, and he practically yelped, but covered his mouth to keep most of it in. He sighed. "Will you warn me before you do that next time?"

Lucifer just smiled up at Sam, panting with his tongue hanging out.

"You're officially creepy."