Author's Note: Takes place during Chapter 7 of Fingers Tap Into What We Were Once.

Sorry for the wait- this chapter is not beta'd so any mistakes are my own. Please enjoy!


To say that Sam was a mess was probably putting it lightly. He didn't quiet understand exactly why he was so nervous, after all being around Jess was one of the easiest things Sam had ever experienced. She even ranked above Dean in how easy it was to be with her and Dean was Sam's brother, the one person in his life that he was probably too invested in. Still the last time Sam had felt so nervous he was fourteen asking Sarah Blake if she wanted to check out the small art museum in town that had just opened an exhibit of Greg Mort's space watercolors. It didn't help that Lucifer was finding his nervousness extremely entertaining if the large grin he in no way tried to hide was any indication.

Lucifer let out another low chuckle as Sam threw yet another plaid shirt onto the bed before rummaging once more through his closet, half of which seemed to consist of Dean's clothes for some strange reason. "You're supposed to be helping," Sam groused and Lucifer held his hands up in surrender, grinning.

"What about that paisley button down, or the floral? I thought both were quite fetching." Sam would deny it but he did let out a small whine at Lucifer's suggestions as he turned towards him with his brows pulled together and upwards, what Dean would call 'puppy eyes' out in full force. Lucifer tried to look contrite but failed miserably and Sam found himself huffing as he stripped off his plain t-shirt in order to try on yet another button down (this one was a light green oxford from Express Men that one of his friends from Stanford had bought for him when it had become obvious that Sam hadn't owned more than flannel.)

He didn't notice Lucifer's appreciative gaze as he focused his attention on fastening the tiny pearl buttons though he did hear the quiet sigh once he had finished the last one. He looked up at his friend and held out his arms in question. Lucifer nodded slowly as he approached and swept the wrinkles from his shoulder and fiddled with the collar. He grabbed Sam's wrist and buttoned the cuffs before he stood back and looked Sam up and down. "You should roll the sleeves up, make the shirt a bit more casual," Lucifer stated after a moment before sitting back down on the bed.

Sam undid the cuffs and rolled the starched fabric up his forearms as he turned to look at himself in the full-length mirror by his closet. He fiddled with his shirt and frowned and started to unbutton the shirt when he heard the now familiar low chuckle. "Leave it, Sam. You look fine." He dropped his hands sullenly to his side and starred at himself, his lips pulled downwards in a frown. "Come on, you and I both know that Jess would still go out with you even if you wore sweat stained rags and smelled like horse shit." Sam wrinkled his nose and looked over at his friend.

"I highly doubt that, Luc." Lucifer shrugged his shoulders as if to conceded his point and patted the spot on the bed next to him, beckoning Sam to him. "Sorry I'm so…"

"Ridiculous? Stupid? Worrying about absolutely nothing?" Lucifer supplied and Sam lightly pushed him away while breaking out into a soft grin, sitting down on the bed, feeling the mattress sink with his added weight. "I swear Sam, not even Anna ever got as worked up about what to wear on a date as you just did, and let me tell you that girl was very particular about what to wear." Sam laughed and Lucifer grinned, wrapping an arm around Sam's broad shoulders and pulling him into his side. "It's okay, I won't tell anyone."

"Good. If Dean heard about this," Sam trailed off, rolling his eyes as he pushed himself up off the bed and out of Lucifer's loose grip. He began gathering his shirts to hang back up as Lucifer flopped back on his bed, his arm folding over his eyes as he scratched lightly at the skin of his hip.

"Speaking of Dean…"

"Luc," Sam warned, subtly shaking his head as he hung another shit up. Lucifer grinned and pushed himself up on his elbows.

"He seemed pretty upset about something when I ran into him down at the lobby." Sam heaved a sigh and shook his head but otherwise didn't answer Lucifer's unasked question. "You don't have to tell me, it's pretty easy to figure out what exactly has your brother's panties in a twist."

"I really don't want to talk about it," Sam groused, yanking another shirt off the bed and placing it back on its hanger. Lucifer shrugged his shoulders and yanked one of Sam's legal journals off his nightstand and began flipping though it. Sam paused, leaving the two shirts still on the bed untouched as he sunk down next to Lucifer frowning. "What do you mean easy to figure out?"

Lucifer gave an exaggerated sigh and let the magazine fall to his stomach as he gave Sam a pointed stare. "You're brother's in love with my brother of course. My guess is that it was recently brought to his attention, by you, and he thoroughly denied it." Sam shook his head slowly and leaned back against the headboard next to Lucifer, brushing his shoulder slightly as he focused his gaze on the closet before him.

"Not exactly. I might have inferred that he might not be able to keep Anna due to his past with Castiel." Lucifer huffed a laugh and tossed the journal back onto the nightstand before turning onto his side and propping up on his elbow. "You're right though, he is in love with Castiel and he definitely does not like to be reminded."

"Can't blame him. Cassie is a lovable little dude," Lucifer replied, shrugging one shoulder up as his fingers fiddled with the fabric of Sam's sleeves.

"Shouldn't you be upset? My brother is in love with another dude while dating your little sister."

"That other dude he's in love with happens to be my little brother and Anna's a big girl. She can take care of herself," Lucifer supplied, waving his answer off as if it was obvious as to why he should lean more towards Castiel in that situation. Sam frowned, his brows pulling together in confusion as if he couldn't understand Lucifer's reasoning and in truth, he really couldn't. Lucifer sighed and lightly nudged at Sam's side. "Is it what I want for Anna? Of course not, but at the same time I think you and I both know that relationship is not going to last. Now Castiel…" Lucifer trailed off and once again met Sam's gaze with a pointed stare and Sam found himself nodding to the unfinished sentence.

"Yeah. I've never seen Dean get so worked up over anyone before." His expression screwed up into one of frustration as he looked away from Lucifer and once again focused on the closet. "My brother is an idiot." Lucifer pursed his lips and nodded along, causing Sam's frown to deepen. "So is yours."

"You'll get nothing but agreements from me." Lucifer kept quiet after, letting Sam sort through his thoughts as Lucifer took the time to sweep his gaze up Sam's torso, imagining the smooth, tanned skin underneath. Sam raised an eyebrow when finally noticed Lucifer's intense stare and Lucifer merely grinned as he leaned forward, eyes darkening slightly. "We have plenty of time before Jess and your brother get here," he said, his voice lowering to a slight gravel as he raised his own eyebrows, once, twice. Sam rolled his eyes and lightly thumped Lucifer on the shoulder before he pushed himself up and off the bed.

"Yup, plenty of time for you to help me cook dinner." Lucifer let out a small whine as he fell back onto the bed, hips rising slightly as he fisted his hands in mock frustration.

"You're a tease, you know that? I don't know how Jess puts up with you." Sam laughed loudly, head thrown back, and held out a hand, pulling the older man up off the bed before slinging his arm around Lucifer's shoulders and guiding him out of the bedroom.

"Sure thing, whatever you say."