So I got this prompt in my ask box on tumblr and it kind of just exploded into this multi-chapter thing that I'm hoping will go on for a long time. Anyway here was the prompt I was sent. Lucifer appears in Sam's dream, begging the hunter to tell him where he is, and for whatever reason, Sam finally relents and gives Lucifer the name of the motel. Whatever he was expecting to happen, it certainly wasn't for a bleeding archangel to crash-land outside. Whatever happens after that is up to you.
Disney World was a great place. Sam was so ecstatic that he and Dean could actually take some time off that the fact that they were in fucking Disney World hadn't really set in. Cinderella's castle towered high above the brothers and Sam couldn't help but grin at Dean. "Oh shut up you big girl." Dean said laughing as the two of them walked into one of the large shops that sold many things with pictures of Mickey Mouse on them.
Sam all but pulled Dean over to the rack of hats with mouse ears attached to them and pushed one of them into his brother's hands. "This is stupid." Even as Dean denied it he had a smile on his face. Not even a hunter could resist the happiest place in the world. "Just put it on, Jerk." Sam smiled right back. He picked up a hat that had the design of R2D2 on it while Dean chose a pirate themed hat. Once they were satisfied Sam sent Dean off to get food while he collected the hats to take them to the pay counter. They even had lines to pay for things at Disney! Sam laughed quietly to himself at the thought as he finally got his turn. He placed the hats on the pretty counter top and raised his gaze to the man behind the counter.
He was shocked to see a familiar head of blonde hair which caused his jaw to drop. "You are dreaming. I need you to tell me where you are." Lucifer spoke very quickly as if he was in a rush. "No." Sam said simply taking a step back from the counter. He turned around to shout for Dean but now there was no one else in the store. He turned back to Lucifer with slight panic in his eyes. He was supposed to be rid of him already. "Sam." Lucifer gasped out as if he was in pain. "Have I ever lied to you?" He sounded out of breath. Sam shook his head. The Winchester had no idea if he should be horrified or concerned. "Tell me where you are. I need you." Lucifer gasped out again looking into Sam's eyes. There was a feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him that this was going to be a very bad idea but there was something in those blue eyes that spoke of such pain and terror Sam just couldn't deny him. "Angel's Inn." Sam had a quick moment of worry, what if this was a trick? Lucifer let out a pained laugh "That's ironic."
Sam's eyes sprung open and he was back in the motel bed he had fallen asleep in. There was a deafening crack of thunder and a flash of lightning that light up the room as bright as day that was followed by the sound of something crashing outside that shook the building. Sam threw the sheets off of him, yanked the motel room door open, and hurried outside. The rain was coming down as hard as hail but only a few steps outside of the room was a wet, bleeding archangel laying on the road in the center of cracked concrete. "Sam." Lucifer whispered again before he passed out in the human's arms. He managed to pull the soaking wet angel inside of the room and slammed the door shut. Dean was beginning to stir and Sam hadn't even been able to locate the source of Lucifer's bleeding. He deposited Lucifer on his bed and let out a groan. Dean was now fully sitting up staring at his wet brother and the bloody angel on the bed next to him. "What the fuck?" Was all Dean could manage. "He came to me in a dream, asked where we were and then this happened." Sam spoke quickly as he continued to look over the man's broken body. It was almost impossible to find the source considering how much blood there already was.
He had quite a few broken bones which Sam knew would heal on their own but the main problem came from a deep wound right above Lucifer's left hip. There was no reason for it to still be bleeding if it had been a normal angel blade so Sam knew he must have been attacked by an archangel blade. But why did he come to Sam? Going into medic mode Sam snatched their first aid kit up and laid the things he thought he would need on the bed. He wasn't even processing the scolding things Dean was saying behind him as he worked. Sam disinfected the wound then began to stitch it up. He had no idea if these stiches would even stay in an archangel but he did the best he could. Sam wrapped the wound with gauze and got rid of the bloody shirt Lucifer had been wearing. He then moved with a warm wet washcloth to attempt to clean him up. There was blood everywhere and he knew there was going to be some explaining to do to the hotel staff in the morning. During the whole process Lucifer never moved an inch; he just lay unconscious in Sam's bed. Finally after doing everything that he thought he could Sam released a breath he had not noticed he had been holding and moved away from the bed.
Dean didn't say a word he just looked at his brother with those disapproving green eyes. "Why did you tell him where we were?" Sam didn't have a good answer for that. "He seemed like he really needed it." He shrugged it off trying to ignore the building guilt inside of him and moved to the bathroom to splash some water on his face. He was covered in Lucifer's dried blood now too. "He's Satan!" Dean was clearly getting pissed off with his little brother's recklessness. "Enjoy your devil; I'm sleeping in the car." Dean hissed before storming out to brave the weather outside. Sam closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. This was probably one of the stupidest things he had ever done. He ripped his cold, damp clothes off as he got in the shower trying to warm up and to clean off all of the bodily fluids that did not belong to him.
When he exited the bathroom Lucifer was no longer passed out on his bed, he was sitting up, snuggled in the covers watching Family Feud on the TV. He gave Sam a genuine smile when he noticed him. Sam approached the side of the bed before sitting down and looking very hard at Lucifer. He didn't look all the way better; he looked as if he had just had the flu, with sunken in eyes and pale almost greenish skin. "What happened to you?" Sam asked softly. Lucifer pulled the blanket up to his neck and shrugged slightly. "Michael. What else?" He spoke in regards to his older brother. Lucifer looked genuinely sad and it did funny things to Sam's chest that he chose to ignore for the time being. Sam's mouth twitched into a frown at the angel's comment, he really didn't like how upset he was. "And you came to me?" That seemed to be the only piece of the puzzle that Sam was missing. "I don't exactly have many friends." He seemed slightly bitter about the fact.
"No, to answer your question. I would not go to the demons." He answered before Sam could ask. He gave the angel a bitch look for reading his thoughts but opened his mouth again. "No one ever made a fallen archangel blade. There was no need for one." Lucifer answered again the question Sam was planning on asking. "Stop that. I'm trying to help you." Sam moved away from the edge of the bed Lucifer was on and sat himself down on the one Dean had been occupying. For some reason the sight of the Satan burrito made Sam laugh so hard he had to clutch his sides. "Why are you laughing?" Lucifer looked horrified at the only other being in the room. "You look adorable." Sam finally managed to choke out after he caught his breath.
"I am not adorable. I deserve to be feared." Lucifer spat back looking more embarrassed that Sam had chosen that word to describe him. Said Winchester seemed to also regret what had some out of his mouth almost immediately. He had just called the angel who is desperate to wear his skin adorable. That was beyond crossing the line, even for him. Sam pushed a stray strand of his long hair out of his eyes before really looking at Lucifer again. "What did you mean by you 'don't have many friends'?" Part of him hoped what he had implied was true, but the other half dreaded it. "Yeah Sammy, you are pretty much the only person I know that I can go to and not worry about getting killed." The sentiment almost made Sam go into another laughing fit. "Maybe me, but I'm not so sure about Dean." It was the first time out of the shower that Sam's mind had even begun to wander to his pissed off older brother outside.
An uneasy silence fell over the room and charged the space between the two men. Sam had practically admitted that he actually did not want Lucifer's head on a stick, but that he couldn't promise the same from his stubborn brother. Every few seconds their eyes would glance back at each other but dart away as soon as their gazes meet. Sam almost felt like he was back in middle school. The tall man stood and stretched a tiny bit. "Let's take a look at that wound." Sam said moving back over to the other bed. Lucifer reluctantly let the covers be ripped away from his body and he let out a small gasp as the cold wind rushed over his vessel's sensitive skin. Sam carefully unwrapped the gauze he had so tenderly laid down earlier. It was already soaked through with blood. Lucifer's hip bone jutted out from his slim frame right next to the wound and it caused a slight bit of distraction to the human while he was working on cleaning him up once again. When he moved to check the stitches the task proved harder than it should have been with Lucifer's shivering. Sam assumed that it had something to do with how long he had been in the rain and his lack of a shirt.
Wanting to get things moving along Sam yanked off his flannel shirt and handed it to Lucifer. He pushed his arms through it but left the buttons undone so that Sam could continue to fix him up. The man was pleased with how well the stitches seemed to be staying in even this early in. He was one to fully appreciate the accelerated pace of angel healing. He was still very concerned with the man lying on his bed because while he was very familiar with human anatomy, he was not so sure about angels. "Are you ok?" Sam asked softly as he pressed around the tender skin around his wound. The hole was surprisingly clean and seemed as if it had been inflicted by a surgeon if he had not known better. Lucifer nodded. It was a lie. He felt like he was dying even though he knew he really wasn't. He shouldn't be alive after that. He was weaker than Michael now and he could think of no reason that he would have survived. The only thing he could think of would be that his father was taking a bit of pity on him and had some greater purpose for Lucifer.
Sam sighed and gave his stab wound a new, clean dressing and he took special care not to push him too hard. "Stop taking care of me." Lucifer whispered as Sam continued to fuss over him. "Why?" Sam was not really planning on stopping as he cleaned the new blood off of his own hands. "You hate me." Lucifer pointed out to the human. "What's your point? I'm not just going to leave you here to die." Sam frowned back up at the fallen angel, but he did not deny the former statement. Lucifer sighed deeply and looked the human right in the eyes. "Sammy, no one is nice to me, I don't need it, and the principal of it all is what's important though. But every few millennia or so there is one person that my father seemed to make the right way and they make me want to rethink everything that I'm doing. Do you know what happens them every time I find one of those people? They die, Sam. And not in the way that I get them back in Hell. They are just gone forever. I've been waiting forever for you because you are the one that isn't supposed to die." Lucifer spoke very slow and pointedly, making sure that he hit every syllable. His deep blue eyes never left the hazel ones belonging to the taller human.
Sam's chest tightened and turned in ways that he had not been expecting. What the hell was he doing feeling for the devil? Lucifer never lied to him, and Sam knew that near death experiences had a weird tendency to make people open up. Sam had no idea what came over him but the constant debating in his head seemed to stop and he gave into his body. Sam opened his eyes once he realized that that they had been closed and found his lips pressed on the thin cool ones that belonged to Lucifer. When he jumped away Lucifer simply raised a brow at the human who looked shocked with himself. "If that's how you want to play it…" Satan had not been expecting that reaction from Sam but he was pleasantly surprised with it. "I'm sorry. That was wrong." Sam felt like punching himself in the face for that little stunt. Could he be physically attracted to a regular human again, just for once? Sam's self-depreciating train of thought came to a sudden halt when the angel caught his gaze again. He felt something in the area behind his heart pulling him into Lucifer and he did not have the strength to stop it, nor did he want to.
"I didn't- I-" Sam was stumbling over his own thoughts trying to make sense of everything in his head as he continued to approach Lucifer again despite his words. The archangel wrapped his long fingers through Sam's lengthy hair and pulled him back in for another kiss, only this one was more passionate, it was filled with all of the fires of Hell and the joy of Heaven. Lucifer had not had any ulterior motives, he had just wanted someone to stitch him up, but now he just wanted Sam to be able to see past the front he had built up for so long he wasn't even sure where it ended. Sam was the one who could do it, for so it was written. This was his purpose, or so Lucifer was beginning to think, to trick him back into being 'good'. Sam opened his mouth ever so slightly allowing Lucifer's forked tongue entrance. The devil's hands ran delicately over Sam's tan back taking time to feel every muscle beneath the skin. Sam let out a small moan into the angel's mouth as he pushed the borrowed shirt off of the smaller man's shoulders. He wrapped his strong arms around Lucifer's waist and pulled him closer. The smaller man broke the kiss for a moment to place a hand on Sam's cheek. He took a few seconds for the human to really process everything that he was about to get himself into, because as tender as the feeling Lucifer had towards him once he had something it was his and no one else would ever touch it.
"I want you." Sam breathed out panting a bit. He had never been with a man before but that pull in his chest was begging him to get as close to the angel as possible. The smaller man simply gave the human a pointed look before leaning into him again. As they shared more seconds of passion Lucifer's wicked fingers played themselves down from Sam's shoulders, down his chest, and rested at the waistband of his jeans. This would not do for him at all, Sam being this clothed. Carefully the angel unbuttoned the pants and was very pleased with the bulge that was protruding almost obscenely from the boxers Sam was wearing. He made an evil sound in the back of his throat that made Sam shiver with anticipation to what Lucifer was going to do to him next.
Dean was sitting in the Impala and was beyond pissed off. Sam thought he could handle himself with the fucking devil? Fine, let him do what he wants. Dean wasn't going to let any real harm come to Sam but Satan seemed pretty beat up so he thought he might have a few hours to calm himself down before there was reason to worry. There was a flutter of wings in the passenger seat next to him which just exhausted Dean further. "Cas, what am I supposed to do with him?" He looked over to the angel. Castiel was not looking at Dean; he was staring at the motel very pointedly. "Why did you leave Sam alone with Lucifer? You know what he is capable of." Cas was still not looking at him. Dean chose not to answer the stupid question. Of course he knew, but that didn't change the point that Sam was being an idiot. "We should go help him." Castiel said finally. Dean sighed and gave into his angel. Cas was probably right that it wasn't the best idea to leave Sam alone with someone who wanted to wear his skin.
Dean thought he had been angry when Sam first brought Lucifer in the motel. It was nothing after seeing the image of Satan making out with his little brother. Everyone in the room agreed that Dean had probably never bellowed 'Sammy' that loud in his life. Sam was across the room in seconds with a look on his face like a deer in headlights, while Lucifer stayed put on the bed looking smugly between his brother and Dean. The four of them looked at each other with a dumbfounded looks, none of them had any idea what they were supposed to do now. "You can shoot me again if you want." Lucifer finally offered to Dean after the long silence. He took the Devil up on the offer unloading one of the guns in his jacket into his skull. They healed almost instantly but it did make the older Winchester feel slightly better. He let out a long breath and gave his younger brother a look that would have smote him if he had the power. Sam walked very quickly with his head down out of the motel. Dean was on his heels and slammed the door with all of his might.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Dean all but screeched. Sam still had not made eye contact with his brother and kept his gaze locked on his shoes. "You know I've got half a mind to kill you right now and let you be with your new boyfriend in hell." He spat at his taller-little brother. This made Sam's head shoot up like a rocket, Dean would never wish hell upon anyone. "I-" Dean did not let his brother speak a word, he was far too angry for that. Sam had his speaking privileges taken away. "Did you stop to think about what that might cause? He wants to kill you and use your body Sam. How could you be so stupid?" He spent his entire life looking after this kid and trying to keep him safe and this is how he gets repaid?
"Dean stop." Sam finally spat out. He had to place his hands on his older brother's shoulders to stop him from vibrating with such rage. "I don't really have any way to explain but it happened so, maybe this is a good thing." Dean shook out of his brother's grasp and turned away from him. "A good thing? No Sam, it's not a good thing." "You don't know that." Sam offered weakly. Castiel appeared in front of Dean with Lucifer clinging on to him, looking worse than before. "He's turning human." Castiel said releasing his own brother once he was sure that he could stand on his own. Lucifer sat himself down on the curb and frowned at the ground. "Can we not go back inside?" He was a millisecond away from pouting at all of the other men. Sam sighed and sat down next to the (now formerly) devil looking sympathetic. "Being human sucks." Castiel tried not to notice the flare of the small amount of grace his older brother had left when Sam came near him, but it was so clear he could feel the surge in power. There was only one thing that Cas could think of that would cause that, but there was no way that could be. Lucifer was far too old and Sam was far too angry.
"Dean." Castiel said warningly. He was beginning to panic, this would be very bad and could almost ensure the apocalypse. "What Cas?" Dean snapped at the angel while he was busy glaring at his brother. "We need to go somewhere right now, somewhere away from here." The angel looked almost pale. Dean groaned because he knew that look almost too well that he agreed. There were angels coming and it was not going to be a good thing for the Winchesters. Sam helped Lucifer up and into the back of the Impala where he joined Cas while the two human brothers sat in the front seat as they drove away.
I just wanted to be clear that I do not own Supernatural in anyway and I'm not making any money off of this. Thanks for reading!