Chapter two

Lucifer

Sam was starting to be truly sick of it. He opened the locker every morning to find a new green post-it, with a brand new line - stupid, romantic or creepy as it was - by a stranger who seemed to be trying to seduce him.

First, he had thrown away the post-its. He had took it out on those pieces of paper, like doing that could have daunt their author, tearing them apart and crumpling them up and even eating a particularly embarrassing one.

Then he had started to keep them. He glued them to the back of his notebook, and kept telling himself he was doing it just to have proofs against the stalker. Truth be told, a little part of him was flattered by those attentions, but he kept shutting it down and hiding it in a figurative closet. Gabriel never stopped mocking him for it. Sam suspected that his best friend knew perfectly well who those post-its came from, but just had too much fun watching how things would develop to reveal Sam who it was.

That morning, when he had found a post-it with something extremely embarrassing about his abs while he showered written on it - how the stalker could have seen him showering was far beyond him - he resolved that he really had to do something about it.

The only problem was, he hadn't the slightest idea of what he could actually do.

Right then, staring at the stranger's quite sick attraction written in broad letters, he was caught by a sudden need to know why. He took out a red pen from his pencil and quickly scribbled who are you? He stared at the sentence for a moment and thought it surely wasn't worthy of him. So he added after three weeks putting up with you I think that I at least deserve a name, and a bit under that this doesn't mean I'm flirting back.

Then he looked at what he had just done and asked himself what kind of madman had he to be, to approach such a stalker. He sighed and closed the locker's door.

He had opened the locker again, to put his math book down, before heading to the canteen, and a new post-it was there instead of the previous one. There was written: Ask around about Lucifer. Sam stared at it with a frown. The whole thing was getting stranger any minute, it seemed.

He wondered who could he ask information to without looking insane, and finally decided Dean would have been a pretty good start. It wasn't like he thought his brother could have any answer, of course, he was as a newcomer in that school as him, but he was always hanging out with Castiel Novak, Gabe's older brother (he would have asked directly to him, if he only had thought Gabriel would have answered), and he surely had to know something. He smiled to himself – who could have guessed that someday his brother's secret crush (so secret that even himself didn't know about it) would have been useful?

He found them in the canteen, sat at one of the more secluded tables, deep in conversation. Castiel, as usual, was staring at Dean like he was the most brilliant star of the sky or the second coming of Christ or something.

Sam reached them and placed his tray (mixed salad and healthy fruit salad shake) on the table before them. "Do I interrupt something?"

"Of course not!" Dean answered straight away.

Castiel tore away his eyes from Dean, looking slightly bothered, and stared at Sam. "Being completely precise, Sam, you interrupted a conversation. Not that it particularly matters…"

"It doesn't." Dean confirmed.

"Easy there, I won't take up much of your time." Sam said, failing to hide a smirk. "I know you have a lot to tell to each other."

"Well… not really…" Dean mumbled, with that particular expression Sam had started labeling as 'I must defend my heterosexuality from these trench-wearing external attacks' and never ceased amusing him.

"I just wanted to ask you if you've ever heard of someone here in school who's called… well… Lucifer." Sam asked. His brother looked at him as if he had gone mad, while Castiel sighed, half exasperated and half sympathetic.

"Is he by any chance bothering you?"

"Yeah, I guess…" Sam quickly took back what he had said when he saw the worry on Dean's face. "Nothing serious, anyway, he's just a little annoying, but I can take care of it myself. Cas, do you know him?"

"Believe me, I'd like not to." Castiel answered, sighing. "Luke can be way too annoying sometimes, I'm sorry you have to bear with him, Sam."

Dean frowned. "So you know him quite well, right? Are you… uh… intimate?"

Sam had to bite his lips not to giggle: here you saw Though Guy Dean become all jealous because of his Darling Cas.

"I guess intimate is a quite apt term," Castiel said, and Sam couldn't help but laugh a little at the look of clear terror in Dean's eyes. "Luke is my older brother."

Okay, that surprised even him, Sam had to admit that. "Your brother? Seriously?"

"Well, not all Novaks are born with the good genes, you know, the ones who gift common sense. I think you already guessed that associating with Gabriel." Castiel answered, and Sam nodded, knowingly.

"I get you, man."

"But I think I don't get it" Dean said. "Sammy, is the guy bullying you?"

"No, it's not that, he's… well… I think he's hitting on me?" Sam said, and Dean almost choked on a bite of his sandwich. Castiel gave Sam a sympathetic look.

"He's a bit… rash, in this kind of things, but I can assure you he's not that bad. By that I'm not suggesting that you should give him a chance, merely asking you not to denounce him, please; my father wouldn't take it well."

"I'm not going to do it" Sam assured him "I just want to speak with him, say I'm not interested, and hope he'll leave me alone… no, Dean, I don't need your help" he added a moment later, reserving his brother his better exasperated expression. "Eat your damn sandwich and shut up."

"Wait, wait, wait, are you telling me there's a… a gay guy who's like… stalking you?!" Dean grumbled, coughing and trying to start breathing again. Castiel awkwardly tried to help patting him on his back, and only managed to make things worse.

"A gay guy four years his older" Castiel then clarified, when Dean had collected himself. Both Winchesters turned to face him with an identical horrified look.

"Even a pedo!" Dean cried.

"Please don't tell me he was ploughed!" Sam almost shouted.

"Twice." Castiel confirmed. "Because of his attitude. He burnt a desk once, you know."

"How were the other marks?"

"Never lower than A-."

Sam sighed in relief.

"You… there's a fucking pedo who burnt a desk stalking you and you worry about his marks!" Dean shouted, pointing at Sam accusingly.

"Well, I could never associate with him if he were stupid. Hell, I'd stop talking to you too because of that, Dean, but sadly you're my brother." Sam replied.

"Bitch." Dean grumbled.

"Jerk." Sam answered lightly. "I'm leaving, I've got lit class next and I haven't taken the books yet."

"Goodbye, Sam." Castiel said smiling happily, eager to take his complete attention back to Dean.

"Call me if you need someone to punch the stalker!" Dean said, looking slightly worried. Sam waved his hand at them and hurried back to his locker.

When he opened it, he wasn't surprised in the slightest to find a new post-it.

So, have you find out who I am yet? Was written on the slip of paper, and Sam felt just a bit proud taking out his red pen and writing: Don't you know not introducing yourself is very rude, Luke Novak?