Yep, I have another story.

Yep, I am posting it now.

I started this one while I was working on my other ones. It was just supposed to be for funsies, but I really liked the way it is turning out. I wanted to share, and see if you guys like it also.

I am going to go back to finishing up the next chapter of my other story.

~Enjoy~


Lucifer stared up at the shop sign that read 'Winchester's Auto Shop' and let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. He had moved to town about two weeks ago, and had applied for jobs at six different locations in the last few days alone. He always got shot down because of his age and inexperience. He thought about lying and saying he was older than 17, but if his past had taught him anything, it was that lying never worked out for him in the end.

This shop, sitting on the corner of a somewhat busy intersection, felt like the last place left to try. His savings were running thin and he was getting all kinds of desperate. The place looked a little run down, but that might have just been because the 'backyard' was filled with broken, rusted cars(used for parts no doubt). It was protected by a chainlink fence that ran from the side of the building, down the street and back around until it came back around to the other side of the shop(encircling the whole 'yard'). He couldn't see too far into the back, thanks to the cars, but he could've sworn he saw someone walking around. With a deep breath, and one more check that his black jeans and grey T-shirt were in order, he pushed the glass door open. A bell rang through the shop and he paused for a second, waiting for someone to show themselves. There was a loud crash from the back followed by a curse.

"Balls...Be with ya in a minute!" A man yelled, then mumbled something under his breath. Lucifer walked up to the counter, putting his hands into his pockets and shuffled nervously. An older man came stomping out of the back, putting a ball cap on his graying hair. He took one look at Lucifer and frowned. "Jesus...do you punks just come in plus size nowadays?" Lucifer gave an odd look until he realized he was talking about his height, but bobby waved him off and continued before he could respond. "Sam's not here, try later kid."

"Uh...Wh-who is...?" Lucifer had no idea who this guy was talking about.

"You're not one of Sam's school friends?" When Lucifer shook his head the man crossed his arms. "Then what do you want?" Before Lucifer could answer another man appeared from the back. He was covered in grease and sweat from his ripped blue jeans all the way to the top of his dirty white tank top; there was even some smeared on his face, hands, and arms which he was wiping off with a dirty looking rag. He stepped next to the older man.

"Bobby, this is why you don't get to run the register." He huffed, but smiled charmingly. Bobby shrugged, going back through the door. "Ignore him, he isn't much of a people person. What can I do for ya?"

"I was wondering if I could talk to the owner?"

"You're lookin' at him." He pointed to himself, another grin on his face. Lucifer looked surprised. This guy didn't look old enough to own a business.

"Oh...I was hoping to apply for a job." He said as calmly and clearly as he could.

"Sorry, but we aren't hiring." The man with the greenest eyes he'd ever seen said, turning to head back to his work.

"Wait, please, there has to be something I can do." Lucifer didn't mean to sound so desperate, but he couldn't control it anymore. This was the last place he could think of to go. "I really need some money, please." He wasn't sure if it was that desperation, or the look on his face that made the man stop. He raised an eyebrow, looking the blonde over.

"...You got a name kid?" He sighed out.

"Lucifer. Lucifer Knight." He held a hand out to the brunette, who grabbed it after a moment.

"Dean Winchester." He smiled, letting go of the other's hand. "Lucifer? How the hell you get a name like that?"

"...Long story." Lucifer shrugged. "I don't like talking about feely things...If you don't mind." His past was something the boy was trying to escape. Dean grinned wider at that.

"Me and you would get along just fine kid, but I really don't have the budget to hire-"

I'll work for whatever you can give!" Lucifer interrupted, feeling hope growing in his chest. "Please...I have my bills paid up for the next few months, but I need money to buy formula and..." He quickly closed his mouth. Damn it, he said too much.

"Formula?" He looked surprised. "You got a baby?" Lucifer looked away, but nodded his head. Dean rubbed the back of his neck, looking the boy over again. He didn't look much older than Sam, and he had a kid? "How old are you?"

"I'm..." Lucifer frowned, looking at the floor. "I'm seventeen...but I swear, I will work hard and as often as I can. I've tried everywhere in this town...This is pretty much my last hope." He admitted quietly. If laying it all out there was what it would take to get this job, he was willing to do it. So much for not getting personal. "If...If I don't have a job by the end of this month then social services will be take her away from me."

"Her? You're baby?" He clarified. The teen nodded. Dean stared at him a moment longer before sighing loudly and shaking his head. "...You at least know something about cars, right?"

"Yes." Lucifer was quick to answer, a hopeful smile growing on his face. "I used to...uh...I've worked on a lot of vehicles in my life." He coughed awkwardly, and Dean squinted at that. He knew the kid was hiding something, but seemed to let it go for now. "I can also run the register, I'm great with money and people."

"...Alright, listen, I'll give it a try."

Lucifer had to stop himself from hugging the man, settling for grinning excitedly instead. "Thank you!"

"Yeah, yeah, calm down." Dean chuckled. "Just make sure you're here tomorrow mornin' at Eight."

"Eight, got it." He continued to smile, shaking Dean's hand again. "You won't regret it, I promise. Do I need to fill out an application, or...?"

"Eh...paperwork can wait..." Dean smiled, looking at his captured hand. It was about three seconds ago this went into awkward touching territory. "So, right...See you tomorrow then." He laughed out, pulling his arm away from the excited teen.

Lucifer gave an apologetic look and slowly backed up to the entrance. "Tomorrow." He confirmed, walking out of the shop. He cheered silently when he was out of view of the windows and nearly skipped down the street.

When Dean walked back into the work area Bobby gave him a look. "Don't start with me...He has a baby for crying out loud, how was I supposed to turn that away?"

Bobby scoffed. "You're such a pansy you know that princess?" He smiled shortly after though, Dean flipping him off before going back to the garage where a car he'd been working on sat. He wasn't really upset, he knew how big his oldest nephew's heart was and loved him all the more for it.

"Well, at least it keeps me off that damned register..." Bobby grumbled, going back to doing the inventory.