Here is my first attempt at a strictly Supernatural fanfic. I have lots of other SPN fics gathering on my mac, but they are cross-overs. I could never think of a plot for a strictly SPN fic until now. So here it is. Enjoy. I realize that it's a high school fic. I couldn't think of anything else.

All characters are all humans. There are no monsters or demons, but I can't help alluding to that, so sorry if it gets kind of confusing later on. The only thing I can think of John doing for a living besides saving people and killing things is being a traveling mechanic or an iron worker. I know they travel a lot for work.

Let me know what you think. I'm thinking the whole fic may be Lucifer!centric. So be warned. And he's not evil, just misunderstood.

Enjoy =)

Chapter 1

"Dean, why did we have to move again? I don't want to go to a new school. I had friends at my old school," Sam complained to his older brother.

Dean rolled his eyes as he stared out at the new middle school slash high school that their dad enrolled them in. "Dad's job moves him around a lot. You know that. And as a result of his ever-moving job, we constantly change schools."

Sam sighed irritably. This was going to be a bad day. He could feel it already. "I know that. But why can't Dad put us in a boarding school or something? I hate always losing the friends I make. I was this close," Sam said, illustrating his point by showing Dean his thumb and forefinger, which were only mere millimeters apart, "to asking Jess out."

Dean snorted, pulling his gaze from the horrid school building to his baby brother. "Yeah, right," he laughed. "You were not. Did you even talk to her?"

Sam huffed indignantly. "Course I did."

Dean laughed. "Let me guess. 'Can I borrow a pencil?' Or—Or how about, 'Wanna study with me?'"

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. "Come on. If we don't get going, we're gonna be late." It was the only way Sam could get away from Dean before he hurt him. Not that Sam could actually hurt Dean. In order to hurt Dean, he had to actually make contact. And for that to happen, Dean had to stay still. That was never going to happen. They both knew it.

"Well?" he heard Dean ask.

Sam tore himself from his thoughts to see Dean already standing outside the Impala, pack slung over his shoulder.

"Oh, yeah, right," Sam said, flustered. He wished Dean hadn't been so right on about the way he had interacted with Jessica. It made him feel like a fool. He was no good at talking with girls and it didn't help that the only people he had to ask for advice were Dean—Psh. Right. Like that would ever happen—and Dad—but he was always on the job. The rest of the time Sammy didn't feel like bringing it up because he was afraid of feeling foolish.

Sam grabbed his backpack from the back seat and slung it over his shoulder in imitation of Dean. Well, this year was going to be different. He'd pick himself out a girl, get to know her habits, and then…Well, then he was going to talk to her. If he could even say more than ten words to her and perhaps get her to make eye contact, then he'd be 1000% better with girls this year then he ever had in the rest of his twelve years of existence.

Sam followed Dean into the principle's office. He watched as Dean told the Principle—Principle Carver—that they were new and that they didn't know where their homerooms were. Principle Carver handed them each their own class schedules.

"Bye, Sammy," Dean said, ruffling his brother's hair on his way out the office door. He stopped and looked back at his baby brother. "Unless you want some help finding your home room."

Sam swallowed hard as he gazed into his brother's eyes. He hated new places. They scared him. Sam was always afraid he'd never make any friends. Dean had always been better at that. Better at talking to people. Sam shook his head. He couldn't—he wouldn't—hold his brother's hand—figuratively speaking—through the year. He needed to stand on his own two feet, no matter how hard it was.

Dean smiled knowingly, watching his brother's mental debate. "Don't hesitate to ask if you need help," he said, before walking out the door.

Sam closed his eyes, mentally berating himself. Of course he could use Dean's help. When couldn't he? If it hadn't been for Dean, Sammy would already be dead. Several times over—And that's not even including the fire when he was six months old.

Sam groaned when he heard the late bell. This was going to be a long day. He walked out of the office, scrutinizing his class schedule and comparing his homeroom number to the numbers on the classroom doors. After a few minutes of searching, he found it. He slowly opened the door, his heart pounding.

"Ah, there's the last of the bunch. You must be Sam Winchester," the man at the front of the room assessed.

Sam nodded as he slipped into an empty seat somewhere in the middle of the room. "Yes, Mr…" Sam narrowed his eyes at the nameplate on the desk. "Mr. Mine*?" he finished, gazing questioningly at the teacher. F. A. Mine is what the nameplate on the desk read. F. ? Famine? Well…That was a bizarre name…

Sam was startled out of his thoughts when he was practically pounced on. He jerked back fell out of his chair. He groaned, rubbing his sore head. Yep. This wasn't starting out good at all.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I just want to be friends."

Sam felt a hand grip his arms and pull him up, first, into a sitting position, and then when he felt like his wasn't going to explode, onto his feet. "Thanks," he said quietly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Hi! I'm Gabriel Novak. Wanna be friends?" he asked, his eyes sparkling.

Sam felt his lips quirk up slightly, against his will. "I'm Sam," he said, taking the boy's outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you." He glanced back at the teacher's desk.

Gabriel followed his gaze and grinned. "Weird name, huh?" Sam nodded and Gabriel laughed. "We have a few other teachers with strange names as well."

Sam snorted. "Can't be any weirder than being named after a Horseman."

Gabriel opened his mouth and then closed it again, shaking his head.

"What?" Sam asked him.

"Nothing. I'm sure you'll figure it out as the day goes on."

And the class bell rang.

Sam looked over his class schedule. Drat. Math was next. "Gabriel, what class do you have next?"

"Call me Gabe." Gabriel shook his head. "Y'know what? Better yet, call me Loki." He pulled out his class schedule and glanced at it. "English," he bit out. "I hate that class."

"That's too bad. I have math next. Such an awful class."

Gabriel grinned. "I actually like that class. Who do you have?"

"You like math?" Sam asked incredulously. "I have Mr. Thurman."

"No, I like the teacher. Thurman is awesome. He was originally the history teacher, but Principle Carver became concerned he was becoming obsessed with the way that all the historical icons died, so he was moved to math and replaced by Mr. Warrha."

"That's…" Sam wasn't sure what the right word for that was—Strange, bizarre, creepy, disturbing, etc.

"My cousin is also an aid in that class," Loki continued, as if he didn't hear Sam. "She makes it so much easier to understand."

Sam nodded slowly. "Okay. Is she cute?" Sam asked absently.

Loki gagged. "Ew! Dude, she's my cousin!"

XxXxXxXxX

Dean wandered through the door of his Chemistry class and took a seat at an empty bench at the back of the room. He hoped Sammy was getting on better than he was. The late bell rang and Dean still didn't have a Chem partner. Well, this was great.

"Sorry, I'm late, Mr. Lence!" a voice called as the classroom door flew open. The boy in the doorway looked flustered and rushed and like he had just rolled out of bed.

"Lucifer," the teacher said in a condescending tone. "Late again, I see."

"It's not my fault," he said, slipping into the only seat still open. "Michael reset my alarm. Again."

"I'm tired of this excuse, Lucifer. It's just as bad as saying that your dog ate your homework."

"But I don't have a dog," Lucifer pointed out.

"That's my point."

"Are you trying to say I don't have a Michael at my house?"

"I'm trying to say that Michael is your cousin."

Lucifer shook his head and glanced at Dean. "The man's a lunatic," he muttered through his teeth. Dean covered his mouth, masking his laugh as a cough. Lucifer turned his attention back to his Chemistry teacher. "Michael is my brother. Gabriel and Castiel are my cousins."

Lence rolled his eyes. "Don't let it happen again. Don't you have a cell phone? Try to remember to use it as a backup alarm. Or is that too much for your little mind to comprehend?" he sneered.

"Right. Backup alarm. Really wish I had thought of that," Lucifer replied snarkily.

The conversation was dropped when Mr. Lence turned around and wrote his name on the chalkboard. "Pete Stile Lence is my full name. But to you my name is Mr. Lence."

Lucifer grumbled in irritation as he leaned down to retrieve his Chemistry book from his backpack. "I really had thought of that, you know," he muttered as he plopped his Chemistry book down on the table. "But Michael is sneaky. He thinks of everything. So along with resetting my digital alarm clock he also reset the alarm on my phone that I set for seven. The only time I can think of when he did that is when I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth." He scoffed. "And Anna did nothing to stop him. Some sister, huh?"

"Wow, if I did that to my brother…He'd kill me," Dean replied. "And my dad would have something to say about it too."

Lucifer scoffed. "I wish my dad would do something to Michael. But no," he said, tone full of resentment. "He's the golden child of the family. Probably because he's first born or something. Glugh, gag me with a spoon. So, where are you from?" he asked, feeling the need for a subject change, lest he go off on a Michael tangent.

"I'm originally from Kansas, but I've been moving around my whole life."

"Oh," Lucifer said in understanding. "You're an army brat. I get it. I'm Lucifer. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand to Dean.

Dean smiled. "Dean Winchester," he said, taking Lucifer's hand. "Nice to meet you."

"So, which parent?" he asked nonchalantly. Dean's expression looked startled and Lucifer laughed. "Which of your parents serves?"

"Oh," Dean said, understanding now. He thought Lucifer had meant something completely different. "My—My dad." His mind jumped to that night in Kansas and he could feel the lump begin to rise in his throat.

His expression must have betrayed the pain he was feeling because Lucifer looked uncomfortable. "Sorry. I forget that can be a touchy subject with some people. So, who's your brother? Is he your only sibling?"

Dean swallowed the lump that had risen in his throat. "It's all right. I don't mind talking about that. I just thought you meant something else and I just can't talk about that."

"Oh." Lucifer decided to drop that subject completely. He coughed and asked, "So, siblings?"

"Just the one—My brother, Sam. I could never see doing to him what Michael did to you. Not for school at least. Maybe if he had a date or something. And that would only be as a joke. I'd still get punished for it, either way, though."

Lucifer laughed quietly. "Remind me to never let you and Gabriel hang out. God only knows what kind of chaos you two could cause together."

And with that, Dean Winchester had his first friend, the first real friend he'd had in ages besides Jo and Ash.

"So, what's up with that guys name?" Dean asked Lucifer as they exited class together. "Pete Stile Lence. It is too weird."

"No weirder than our Home Eck teacher having the name F. A. Mine."

"How is that weird?" Dean asked, stuffing his new Chem book in his locker.

"Write it down," Lucifer suggested.

And so Dean did. "F. A. Mine," he read. "FA Mine." He glanced at Lucifer. This was ridiculous. "Fa Mine. What is it—Chinese or something?"

Lucifer let out a good-humored sigh and shook his head. "Here," he said and Dean gave him the pencil and set the paper on the shelf of Lucifer's locker. Lucifer wrote something down and handed the paper and the pencil back to Dean.

Dean looked at the paper and back to Lucifer. "Famine?" he asked. "Are you serious?"

Lucifer nodded his head.

"Wow. A Home Eck teacher by the name of Famine. There's got to be some sort of poetic irony in that, right?" he laughed. "It is Home Eck that does cooking, right?" he asked.

Lucifer laughed. "Yeah, yeah it is."

XxXxXxXxX

"Mine is our Home Eck teacher?" Sam asked Gabriel as they walked back into the room conjoined to their homeroom class. "Isn't that some sort of poetic justice or poetic license or something? Famine teaching cooking?"

"As long as we're not cooking our own lunch, I'm okay with the irony of that," Gabriel said as he and Sam found a table together. "Isn't this the class that we have to sew in?" he asked hesitantly.

"Don't worry, I got that part covered."

"You sew?" Gabe asked incredulously.

"I know how to sew up wounds."

"I don't think this is that kind of sewing, Sammy."

"Don't call me Sammy, Gabe."

"Don't call me Gabe, Sammy."

"Sam," Sam said, correcting him.

"Loki."

"What kind of sewing is it then, Loki?" Sam asked.

"Clothes. Stitching."

"We have to make clothes too? Oh, you've got to be kidding me. I'm gonna fail this class with flying colors."

"I'm asking Anna for help. She aced this class when she took it. I love her clothes. Her stitching is right on. I'm sure she wouldn't mind helping you as well."

Sam was silent. He had met Anna. He liked Anna. She was pretty and she was nice and she had helped him with his math, but if had to actually be in close proximity with her by himself, he was pretty sure he would choke.

"You okay, dude?" Loki asked. He glanced at Sam and laughed at his slack-jawed friend. "Oh, don't tell me that you already have a crush on Anna." He laughed.

"She's pretty. And she's nice. And she's smart."

"As long as you're not crushing on her just for her looks."

"Of course not. Girls aren't possessions to be owned. They're human beings and should be treated as equals."

XxXxXxXxX

The bell rang for lunch. "Oh finally. Do they serve pie here?" Dean asked Lucifer as they walked to their lockers to drop their stuff off.

"Depends on your definition of pie," Lucifer replied as he tried his locker combination for the third time in a row. "What the heck!" he exclaimed. "Stupid locker!" he said as he kicked it. He fished around in his pockets for his locker combination. "Oh," he said as he read his combination. "I was using my combination from last year still. That explains so much."

Dean smiled at his friend. He struck gold with this one. He didn't even swear. If it were Dean dealing with that locker, he would have let loose a string of profanities by now.

Lucifer could feel Dean gazing at him. "What?" he laughed. "Can't take your eyes off me, huh?"

Dean shook his head. "Just thinking about how easily we hit it off. I don't usually make friends on my first day at a new school. Actually, it's hard for me to make friends in general. I've found a few here and there, but we've sort of lost touch. He let his mind wander to Fiona and Jack. He wondered how they were doing, if Fiona ever found her dad. Then his mind wandered to Jo and Ash.

Lucifer fixed his gaze on Dean. "Well, no need to worry about losing contact with me," he said with a smile. "I won't let it happen. Now come on. I'll introduce you to the rest of my family."

Dean followed Lucifer into the cafeteria and listened as he introduced him to his family.

"Michael," Luci said, a cold, humorless edge to his usual humor-filled voice.

"Lucifer," his brother replied in the same cold edged tone. Dean could have cut the tension with a knife.

"Hi, I'm Dean," Dean said. The tension was putting him on edge. He reached out his hand but Michael ignored it completely, not even batting an eyelash. He quickly retracted his arm "Right then."

"Dean!" he heard a familiar voice call out.

Oh thank god—A reason to get away from the icy tension! Dean whirled around and scanned the cafeteria for his little brother. "Sammy!" he called out, jogging toward his baby brother.

"Dean, this is Gabriel," Sam introduced.

"Dude!" Gabe exclaimed. "Not Gabriel," he hissed.

"Oh, right," Sam said, catching his mistake. "Dean, this is Loki."

"Loki?" Dean asked, intrigued. "Like from Norse myth?"

"The one and only."

"Trickster. I like it. Maybe you'll rub off on my brother a bit."

"Who were those boy you were with just now?" Sam asked.

"Michael and Lucifer."

Gabriel gagged. "Ew. Sorry you had to see that."

"You could cut that tension with a six inch knife and still not cut both sides."

"How'd you get in the middle of that?" Loki asked.

"Lucifer and I have all of our classes together it turns out. We've become friends. He wanted to introduce me to his family and we thought it would be best to get the big brother out of the way first, but, well, you can see how well that worked out." Dean turned back to see what Lucifer and Michael were doing and they hadn't moved an inch since he left. They were having some sort of staring match to the death.

"Is this a normal thing between them?" Sam asked.

"This—the staring match of doom? No. They're usually at each other's throats." Gabriel was silent, thinking. "I haven't seen them do this in forever. Wonder what's changed?" Gabe asked with a sly glance at Dean.

"What? Me?" Dean asked incredulously. "No. Nu-uh. I mean…You think?"

"You might be a good influence on him, Dean-O."

Dean blinked at Loki. "Don't call me that," he deadpanned.

"Sorry about that."

Dean turned around to see Lucifer bouncing over to them.

"Hello, Gabriel. And who's your friend here?"

"Lucifer, this is my little brother, Sam. Sam, this is Lucifer."

"Aww, aren't you cute?" Lucifer asked.

"Um…Sure?" Sam replied. He'd never been called cute before, especially not by another guy.

"Well, this has been incredibly awkward. Go introduce him to Anna or something," Gabriel suggested. "Any way to get us away from you."

"Well, if you guys are gonna go see Anna, I wanna go with you," Sam said.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Fine. Go. Just leave me to my lonesome."

"Thanks, Loki," Sam said. He dashed off after his brother.

Gabriel stood up, not sure what he was doing now. "Well, I guess I'll go find Castiel." And the Trickster did just that.

XxXxXxXxX

"You're brother is cute," Lucifer informed Dean as he dug through his locker for a pencil. He seemed to have lost his somewhere in the cafeteria. Michael ganked it, no doubt.

Dean glanced at Lucifer, his locker door blocking his view. "You think so?" he asked. "I didn't realize that you swung that way. Not that I mind," he added as an afterthought.

"I—Well yeah." Lucifer could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. He shouldn't have brought it up. He was glad that he had his face buried in his locker. "I mean, I know there's a three year difference between us and I don't know his preferences, except that he seems to have it bad for Anna."

The boys were silent after that until they got to class.

"You know, I didn't introduce you to Castiel."

XxXxXxXxX

Dean followed Lucifer out of the school building.

Lucifer caught sight of the tail of Castiel's tan trench coat. "Cas!" he called out. "Castiel!"

Castiel stopped where he was and waited for his cousin. "Lucifer," he greeted with a nod of his head when his cousin found him.

"Hey Cas. This is—"

"Dean!" Sam called out from the steps of the school building.

Dean and Lucifer turned around at the sound of Sammy's voice. Lucifer felt his heart skip a beat as Dean waved his brother over.

God, why did he have to be so awkward?

"Hi, Luci," Sam chirped.

Lucifer smiled at the nickname and raked his fingers through his hair, his smile fading as he felt more and more awkward. Why? Why did he have to be so awkward? He flashed Sam a smile and practically whispered, "Hi, Sam." Lucifer didn't miss Cas' not-so-subtle glance between him and Sam. Lucifer cleared his throat. "Castiel, this is Dean."

"Hey, Castiel," Dean said with a wave.

"And this is Sammy."

"Actually, I prefer Sam."

Lucifer nodded. "Dually noted."

"You guys should come over for dinner," Gabriel suggested, practically coming out of nowhere.

"What the hell!" Dean exclaimed, practically jumping out of his skin. "Where did you come from?"

Gabriel turned his unblinking gaze to Dean. "Did I mention my brother is the God of Thunder?" he asked in a serious manner.

Dean gave a single nod. "Trickster god, right. I suppose appearing out of nowhere is in the job description."

"Castiel, please make sure you never leave those two alone together for any amount of time," Lucifer asked Castiel. "The thought of that makes me fear for the sake of humanity." Nobody outside their family ever understood Gabriel's Loki references, so to have an outsider catch on so quickly could not be a good thing.

"So, dinner," Gabriel said, drawing attention back to himself. "The six of us are having dinner together already anyway. If we have company, Lucifer and Michael may not go for each other's throats."

"Six?" Sam asked, counting on his fingers. "But aren't there only…Loki, Luci, Michael, Anna, Cas. That's only five."

"Oh right," Gabriel said, correcting himself. "Sorry. Miscounted. I meant seven."

"Seven?" Sam asked. He was missing something and he knew it.

"Oh, right. You two don't know everything about our crazy, disjointed family yet," Gabriel said.

"Go on," Dean said with a 'continue' gesture.

"We have another cousin," Lucifer supplied. "His name is Samandriel. His father is our Uncle Zachariah."

"He's technically our legal guardian since both of our fathers haven't gotten in touch with us in ages."

"Fathers?" Dean asked.

"Yes, our dad," Cas said, gesturing between him and Gabriel.

"And our dad," Lucifer said. "'Our' includes Michael and Anna as well."

"Wow. No dad?" Sam asked. He knew he had a messed up family but if he didn't have his dad at this time in his life, he didn't know where he would be.

"Why didn't Sama come to school today?" Gabriel asked Cas. "Is he still not feeling well?"

Castiel nodded.

"I want to bake him a cake. Or sugar cookies. Those are his favorite."

Lucifer wandered away when the conversation turned to bakery confections. He didn't want to see Uncle Zachariah today. If he had been informed that Lucifer was late to school today, Zachariah would have his head. He wouldn't even care that it was Michael's fault. That would just be seen as an excuse, a cop out. He hated it. He felt as if he was the screw up of the family. He wasn't even straight. He hadn't come out to anybody except Castiel, who just sort of picked up on the fact. He was slick that way sometimes. He was quiet and bookish, but, dang, if he wasn't slicker than an ice cube sometimes.

That meant he wasn't allowed to be himself. He had even tried on one of Anna's dresses when he was younger. He was alone of course. He wasn't on a sports team, no matter how many times Zachariah suggested that he try out for this sport or that sport. They were only suggestions. But that mean that he wasn't able to dress the way he wanted to either. Sometimes, he wished that he had been born a girl.

His whole family was hardcore Christian, so to come out to any of them would probably be the hardest thing ever. Not to mention, every single Sunday (and Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday and Friday and Saturday) Uncle Zachariah drilled into them all how homosexuality was a sin and a choice and how everybody who practiced it was going to hell. Most of the family understood it, whether they liked it or not.

Anna was getting tired of it and had tried rebelling a few different times. She didn't go as far as getting a girlfriend or anything like that, but she was hardcore into feminism. He had the feeling that she might understand but he wasn't sure that she would accept it. He understood that. He was her baby brother and knowing that her baby brother was gay…Well, she may understand but she probably wouldn't accept it.

Cas understood him. Lucifer wasn't sure what Castiel's preferences were—girls, guys, or if he was just going to reproduce asexually—but whatever it turned out to be, Lucifer wished him the best.

Gabriel…Was Gabriel. He was a goof ball and spaz sometimes but he knew in his heart what was right. He didn't argue with what Uncle Zachariah said, but he didn't agree with it either.

Samandriel, the poor boy had to be confused what with Zachariah constantly pounding it in his head that being anything that straight was a sin. Hopefully he didn't turn out to be a Michael clone but then, the way Lucifer saw it, Michael wasn't exactly his favorite cousin of the bunch,

And then there was Michael. He had this notion that everything Zachariah said was the word of God or something. There were times that he almost pushed Lucifer over the edge with his words. He'd continually say how if he found out any of his family wasn't straight, he'd personally disown them.

Maybe that was one reason he and Michael never got on well, Luci mused to himself.

Unconsciously, Lucifer had grabbed his right wrist and was dragging his fingernail against it. "Stop that," he berated himself. "You stopped doing that, remember?" He glanced at his wrist and noticed that the scars looked exceptionally white in the sunshine. He sighed,

He jumped when he felt arms envelope him. "I'm sorry about your dad. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have my dad."

His palms got sweaty when he recognized Sam's voice.

"I mean, it usually is just me and Dean on our own for spans of time, but our dad always comes back."

"I can't imagine moving around all the time like you guys do. How do you make friends?" Lucifer asked.

"I don't, usually. I mean, I do have a few. I have a friend named Fi who is always on the road. Her mom is a touring musician. She does her schoolwork on the tour-bus with her brother, Jack. But I don't make friends at every school we go to. I'm lucky if I even make one." Sam gazed at Lucifer and smiled. "But this time is different. I've made a few friends on the first day. That never happens." Sam stood up, still looking at Luci.

"Y'know, I know what it's like," Lucifer said, his eyes fixed on the sky.

"Know what what's like?" Sam asked, plopping back down next to Lucifer.

"To be the youngest. I'm the youngest of my disjointed siblings. Michael's the oldest and we're complete opposites." Lucifer shook his head. "I don't want to go to Uncle Zachariah's. If he finds out that I was late today…" Lucifer shook his head, tears filling his eyes. His homophobic uncle and older brother weren't the only reasons he cut.

"Then don't," Sam said.

Lucifer looked over at him startled. The thought had never occurred to him.

"I'll even skip out with you."

But then again, he'd never had anybody to skip dinner with. But what of Sama? "I'll gladly go grab a bite to eat with you, but not tonight. No matter how much I don't want to go see Uncle Zachariah, I want to see Samandriel. He just recently got home from surgery and I haven't seen him in a while."

"Okay. Well, count me in then. I'll make sure nothing happens on my watch."

And just like that, Sam's day got all that much brighter. He had made so many friends today. He wasn't expecting that.

*Pronounced "Mean"

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