Hiya, guys! So, I've been working on this for the last couple of months. It's been hard, but I managed to pull it off. Slightly different from what I did in my other stories. Since I don't really read/write angel related fanfictions, I actually wrote one. The story is complete, I'll post the chapters in between 2 or 3 days (it'll depend from my personal life), but the story is definitely complete.

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Title: A Thousand Year

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Samifer

Additional/background pairings: Dean/Cas(tiel), Gabriel/Kevin, Charlie/Meg 2.0.

Rated: M

Warnings: mentions of self harm, description of self-harmed scars (i think you can call it that), drug addict, mentions of drug use, violence (only a tiny bit), soulmate fanfic, angels, mentions of God/Heaven/Michael, angst, drama, romance, hurt/comfort, OC/OOC, AU, High school.

Word count: 50k+

Chapters: 1/12

Summary: In order for angels to gain their powers back they'd need to find their soulmates. What happens when Luke (aka Lucifer) finds that his soulmate is damaged and broken?

Chapter 1/12:

Sam's eyes snapped open as his table clock started to ring early in the morning. He reached for it to shut it off. He groaned as he stretched on the bed and then flipped on his back. He blinked up at the ceiling.

His bedroom's curtains were drawn, but from how it glowed, he knew that it was a sunny day. He yawned as he sat up, swinging his legs off the bed and sitting hunched over, face in hands. He felt tired. He stood up and then trudged out of his bedroom, scratching the back of his head. He made his way towards the bathroom. Assuming there wasn't anyone in there he opened the door and stopped short.

"The fuck…?" His brother, Dean, who was pinned against the bathroom sink by his boyfriend. And they were kissing. Sam wasn't sure which hands belonged to his brother and which to Castiel. He shook his head, "Jesus, guys? Guys! Don't you have a bedroom, Dean?" Sam asked, exasperated.

There was a loud sloppy sound as the boys pulled back. Dean smiled at his brother, "Hiya, Sammy." How could anyone be so damn cheerful early in the morning, was beyond Sam's imagination. "What's up?"

"I'd like to use the bathroom, and I'd rather use it alone," said Sam, looking at Dean.

"Oh, yeah, right," said Dean, then he grabbed Castiel's hand and tugged him out of the bathroom. He was blushing hard. Sam wondered if Castiel owned any other clothes other than the white button down shirt with a trench coat on it. Sometimes, he would wear a blue tie too, which would make him seem a lot older than he looked. He was weird in some ways, and more than once, Sam asked himself what he saw in his brother. They were different, but they were so in love that it sometimes made Sam sick.

But what was strange, was that Sam never saw Castiel coming and going from their house. He'd get there at different times of the day, and night, and Dean would just let him in and they'd be in Dean's bedroom for hours. And it was weird seeing him up so early in the morning, already ready for the day ahead. Sam shook his head and relieved himself, and then turned on the sink. He didn't look at himself in the mirror. He hadn't looked at himself for quite some time now. He splashed some water on his face, fingers grazing over his light stubble. He had to ask Dean to shave it for him. Since he wasn't allowed to get close to sharp things.

He splashed some water on his face, the sleeves of his shirt getting wet from it. He didn't mind it. He dried his hands and face and then left the bathroom to go to his bedroom to get ready for school. First day of school. First day of talking to any human being that wasn't wearing white robes and didn't look at him like he was in his dying bed.

He heard his brother bark out a laughter from downstairs, followed by Castiel's voice. He said something that made Dean laugh ever harder. Sam's lips twitched at the sides.

He started getting ready for school. He wore a long-sleeved shirt. Even if it would be stifling hot outside, he couldn't wear any other shirt. He made sure it covered his arms. He still felt self-conscious about it. He wasn't sure he'd ever feel otherwise about it.

Closing his bedroom door after him, he bounded down the stairs, making sure to make as much noise as possible. He wanted to make sure that they'd know he was coming in because he didn't want to stumble on Dean and Castiel in a compromising position.

He sighed in relief as he saw them in a normal position, standing side by side, making breakfast. They were whispering about something, that Sam couldn't hear.

As Dean turned he looked at Sam and then shook his head. "Don't you have a mirror in your bedroom or something?"

"Why?" asked Sam, he looked down at his outfit. He looked acceptable.

"I'm not talking about what you're wearing. What's your hair doing?" Dean said, as he dumped some pancakes in the plate in front of him.

"What about it?"

"It's a mess!"

So is my life, Sam thought. But he run his fingers through his hair. "Satisfied?"

Dean looked at him for a moment, and then nodded. "Yes. Presentable."

Sam rolled his eyes and started to eat. Castiel sat at the table with a plate full of pancakes. He poured a heavy amount of syrup on top of them and started to eat. Sam thought he learned that from Dean, because he was doing the same. Sam shook his head at the two of them.

"Are you excited to get back to school?" Castiel asked him in a friendly tone. Sam tensed for a second, but then remembered that it was okay for him to ask that kind of a question. After all, he was there with Dean by his side.

"Yeah, I am," he answered.

"Did you know that Cas' brothers are coming to our school now?" asked Dean, shoving pancakes into his mouth.

"Oh, no. I didn't know that." As far as Sam knew, his brothers were going to school abroad. Sam didn't know the reason, nor did he care about it. But knowing how school kids were he was sure he'd find out about it the second he'd step into the building.

"Yes," said Cas. "I don't know what classes they're going to take, but I think one of them will be in the same year as you."

"Cool."

At that moment, Cas' phone started to ring and he excused himself from the table to go and answer it. He walked out of the back door from the kitchen and shut the door after him. Dean turned and looked at Sam. He hesitated and then asked. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Dean," Sam said, already knowing where this conversation was heading to.

"If anyone says or does something, you come to me, yeah?"

"Dean, I'm not a baby."

Dean held up his hand. "I'm not saying you are a baby, I'm just saying, be careful, okay?"

"Yes, I know."

"And don't say or do anything if you stumble on Crowley."

"He is still there?" asked Sam, tensing again. His stomach started to churn.

"Yes, he is."

Sam took a steadying breath. "I can take care of myself."

"I know," Dean said.

Sam closed his eyes and then counted to ten, trying to calm his rising anxiety. His leg started to bounce. "I can take care of myself." Sam repeated.

"Dude, calm down, I know-"

"No, you don't." said Sam and then stood up. "If you knew we wouldn't be having this conversation now." He turned and walked out of the kitchen. "I'll wait for you in the car," he yelled after him, and then slammed the door shut.

As soon as he was out, Cas came back in. Dean had his head in his hands. Cas felt sorry for him. He walked towards him and laid a hand over his neck. He leaned in and kissed the top of his head.

Dean sighed. "I'm just worried about him."

"I know," said Cas.

"He can't blame me for worrying, right?" Dean said, looking up at Cas. Cas laid a hand over his forehead and smiled down at him.

"No, no one can blame you for that," Cas leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Dean calmed down considerably. "Let's clean up and then go to school, yeah?"

Dean nodded and then stood up to do the dishes. They cleaned up quickly, grabbed their bags and kissed another kiss before going out of the front door.

Sam was waiting for them at the backseat of the Impala. He had a book open in his lap as he read through it quickly. He started as they got in and placed their bags in the backseat beside him.

The ride to school was kind of silent. Dean was blasting off some music and was singing with it so out-of-tune that it made Sam cringe. Castiel had this smile on his face that made Sam roll his eyes. He never understood them, to be honest. They were so different from each other. While Cas was silent and would talk with carefully picked words, Dean was the complete opposite; loud and full of swear words. They didn't have anything in common. Sam never understood them and he was sure he'd never understand.

The thought would scare him sometimes.

He shook his head as Dean parked the car at the school parking lot. Sam gave them their bags and took his own. He stepped out of the car and walked towards the building, not wanting to talk to anyone. Of course they'd question his disappearing at the end of the school year before summer and in summer. He didn't really know his classmates, he wasn't sure that he'd recognize them by their faces, but he was willing to make a friend or two. He just needed to stop panicking whenever people actually did talk to him in a friendly tone of voice.

But first things first, he had to go to the principle's office.

He opened the door to the receptionist office, where the principle's office was at too. Making his way towards to the desk where Erica, the secretary, was sitting, he said a quiet 'hello' to her.

She was typing on her computer and didn't seem to notice him at first. But then her eyes reluctantly left her computer's screen and focused on him. She blinked several times and craned her neck up to look at him. She raised an eyebrow at him and then took of her glasses and looked at him.

"Yes?" she said.

"I'm Sam Winchester, Mr. Harper requested my presence this morning. Is he in?"

She blinked and then nodded, "Yes, he is in. I'll just let him know you're here."

"Thank you," said Sam.

She informed Mr. Harper about his presence, who replied with an affirmative. "Go in, Winchester." She said and Sam turned around, rolling his eyes at her.

Sam knocked on the door first and waited for Mr. Harper to call him in. He entered the office and shut the door behind him.

"Ah, Mr. Winchester. Come on in," Mr. Harper was an old-man. He had been a principle of the school or a long time now. As far as Sam knew, he had been a principle even before he was born. Sam was impressed by it. "Have a seat."

Sam walked towards one of the chairs that was in front of the desk and sat on it, placing his bag on the floor by his leg.

Mr. Harper smiled at him, "Tell me, Mr. Winchester, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, thank you for asking. How about you?" Sam answered, respectfully.

"You know why I'm asking, Mr. Winchester," he looked at Sam through his glasses, a small kind smile on his face.

They were silent for a moment. Sam shifted in his seat and then hunched over to get the file that Mr. Harper said to bring with him from his bag. He gave it to him and sat back.

"They said I was stable enough to come back and interact with people. Make new friends and stuff," said Sam as Mr. Harper looked through the files.

He read the doctor's note and then nodded.

"Do you think you're ready to come back?" he asked.

"Well, if they weren't sure about it, I wouldn't be here, would I?" he answered, feeling defensive.

"And I'm not asking them. I'm asking you." he said patiently. "Are you ready to come back?"

Sam felt embarrassed about his outburst, but then he thought about the question. It'd be good to come back and talk to people, make new friends, but... was he really ready to face them all? Was he ready to answer the inevitable questions that he was sure people would ask? Was he ready to face Crowley and his gang? The last thought scared him.

But Dean was there. He was there to help him if he'd need him. Cas was willing to help as well. With that in mind he looked at Mr. Harper and nodded.

"Yes, I'm ready to come back."

Mr. Harper smiled, as if he knew the answer was going to be just that. "Good. Excellent. Here, take the file to Erica and tell her to get two copies of these, yes? One for me and one for the school nurse," said Mr. Harper as he gave the file back to Sam. He grabbed his bag and stood up, taking the file from Mr. Harper, he smiled hesitantly and then left the office.

As he walked towards the front desk he noticed that Erica wasn't alone anymore. Instead, in front of her were two boys around their age, but somehow they looked a bit older. They were fairly attractive compared to the people of Kansas City.

One of the boys were talking to Erica rather animatedly, making her giggle and laugh. And the other one was resting against the desk and was lazily riffling through a flyer that Erica always had on her desk.

The 'animated' one was wearing a blue fitted button down shirt, sleeves-rolled up, and tight jeans. While the 'lazy' one was more of a motorcycle type. Sam was pretty sure he had a motorcycle. He was wearing black skinny jeans, and black leather jacket. His hair was carefully styled and Sam thought that Dean would be jealous of it as soon as he'd see it.

While it was pleasant looking at them, Sam still had to get back to class. So he walked towards the desk and cleared his throat to get Erica's attention.

"Yes?" she said. She looked somewhat annoyed for being interrupted from her flirtation with the guy.

"Mr. Harper said to copy these papers, one for him and one for the school nurse."

"Yeah sure," she said offhandedly. "Did he say when he wants them?"

"Uhm, no, he didn't. Can I come back for them after school?"

"Yes."

"Okay, cool."

As she took the file from him, the 'animated' one turned and looked at Sam and promptly stumbled back as soon as he did so.

"Holy shit!" he almost yelled as he stood beside the lazy one.

The two of them were standing close to each other and they were staring at Sam with wonder in their eyes. Sam felt his alarms go off and he quickly looked down at his arms. Which were, thankfully, still covered with his shirt. He frowned and looked up.

"Yes?" he said instead.

"Who are you?"

Sam raised an eyebrow and answered slowly, "I could ask you the same."

"I asked you first," the 'animated' one was quick to answer.

Sam thought of leaving and not answering, but then he thought better of it and said. "I'm Sam Winchester."

"Winchester?" said the 'animated' one. "As in, Dean Winchester's brother?"

Sam eyed him suspiciously before nodding. "Yes, do you know my brother?"

"Well, I will be damned," he said and then turned and looked at the lazy one, shaking his head. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Sam glanced at Erica who was looking at them curiously. Sam shrugged and then adjusted his bag on his shoulder. "Uhm I have to get to class. I'll see you later, Erica."

She nodded and Sam quickly left the office, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as he was out the 'animated' one turned and said, "Did you see that?"

"Yes, I did," said the lazy one, he sounded almost bored. But his eyes were telling a different story.

"No, seriously. Did you see that?"

"Yes, I did. And stop panicking, you're frightening Erica here. Done with your flirting, so we can go to class," his voice held a tone of warning.

"You're a pain, you know that?" but he reached out and took the form they had to sign from Erica. They signed them, and then left the office, but not before the 'animated' one got her number and gave her a wink.

"You're not even going to call her," said the lazy one, as they walked down the hallway.

"Oh dear brother, you have so much to learn from your elders." The 'lazy' one gave him the look. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You're older than me blablabla, but we both know I'm smarter than you."

The 'lazy one just rolled his eyes and then walked down the hall towards his classroom, while the 'animated' one just laughed after him. "I'll see you after school, bro!"

The 'lazy' one waved at him behind his back and walked down the hallway. His mind was racing. It was too soon. He just got back from Europe and he already found him. It was seriously too soon to face him. He wasn't ready for it. He wasn't ready for him.

But deep down he knew that he had no other choice but to accept it. There was a pull at his gut and he groaned miserably. It had started and there was no turning back.

But the most important question was; how was he going to lure a mere broken human being into his crazy life?