Here's chapter 3. Sorry that it took so long. I had to re-write a few scenes until I was happy with them because they just seemed awkward otherwise. And then it just ended abruptly without Michael making any actual physical appearance, and I just didn't like that. So, I fixed that.
Anyway, I thought it was moving too fast with Sam and Lucifer so I backed off just a bit and then Michael stepped in and things are...Well, read it. You'll see what I mean.
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Chapter 3
Dean felt something vibrating next to him. He groaned and pulled his phone out from under the blankets. He hit the snooze button and rolled over. A large grin spread over his face and he broke down into a fit of silent giggles at the sight that lay before him.
Sam was snuggled into Lucifer's chest and Lucifer had his face buried in Sam's hair. His arms were wrapped around the younger boy.
He grabbed his phone, turned on the camera, and snapped a few pictures of his brother and best friend before standing up and leaning over them to get more pictures at other angles. Sam was going to kill him for this, but it was totally worth it. After he was finished, he pocketed the evidence and cleared his throat.
The older boy blinked the sleep from his eyes and took in his surroundings. Dean was standing above him and Sammy was…Where?
"Wha?" Sammy mumbled from Lucifer's chest.
Lucifer smiled as he felt Sam stirring against his chest. "Hey Sammy," Lucifer greeted somewhat sleepily in a happy tone, his arms still wrapped around his crush.
"It's too early," Sam mumbled, burrowing his face further into Luci's chest.
Dean's grin grew wider and he knew Lucifer was torn between loving this and feeling very awkward—Especially if Sam suddenly realized whom he was snuggling into.
"Do we have to go to school today?" Sam asked. "I just want to go back to sleep."
Lucifer looked up at Dean. "I don't want to go either. I'm not too keen on seeing Michael today."
Dean let out a groan. "Come on you guys. We aren't going to miss the second day of the school year. Lucifer, I'll be with you all day today. We have all of our classes together. There is no way I'll let Michael come anywhere near you. Sam, you'll help me guard Lucifer, right?"
Lucifer scoffed. "You just want to see Cas," he said, sly smirk on his face.
"I'm gonna go us coffees so you two have some sort of energy," he said as if he didn't hear what Lucifer said about Castiel.
"Tea please. Two sugars," Lucifer said.
Dean slid into his jacket and walked toward the door. He shook his head. "You'll have what I buy you and you'll like it," he said, door closing behind him.
Sam yawned and rolled over so that now he and Lucifer were spooning. Lucifer smiled and buried his face in Sam's hair. "Please, don't do that," Sam requested quietly, nervously.
"Oh," was all Lucifer said, but he backed off instantly, tilting his head further back on the pillow. His arms were still wrapped around Sam, but he didn't really know if he should keep them there. He held them there a bit longer, and then removed them. He suddenly felt awkward. He sat up on the bed and then stood up. "I'm…gonna go…take a shower," he said awkwardly as he gestured to the bathroom.
Sam's heart was pounding as he heard the door slam shut. Had he offended Lucifer? Had he hurt him? He hoped not. He was confused, but he didn't want to lose Lucifer as a friend. He didn't even understand why he was feeling so awkward right now.
Maybe that's why he never had any luck with girls—Besides Fiona and Phoebe. But he felt like he was better off having them just as friends. They were pretty and wonderful, but the bond between him and the girls was a strong bond of friendship, companionship. They each knew how the other was feeling.
Phoebe barely even remembered her mom. She had drowned before Phoebe had gotten to know her. Sam could relate to that. His mom died in a fire when he was six months old.
Fi traveled everywhere with her family and her brother. She had friends back home, but she never really made friends on the road. It was hard with all the moving around she did. There had been a few instances here and there when she made friends in a town she visited but that was few and far between. Those few times, she had emailed Sam, telling him about them.
Both of these girls had each lost a parent at an early age so he had at least one thing in common with both of them.
He smiled as an idea hit him.
He had no idea what he was feeling but weren't girls more attuned to their feelings? Maybe if he talked to Fiona and Phoebe, they could help him straighten out what he was feeling.
He called Fiona's phone and then called Phoebe's, making it into a three-way chat.
"Hi ya, Sam," Phoebe answered. "Haven't talked to you in a while," she said. "What's the occasion? Is Dean single?" she added jokingly. She had had a crush on Dean since, well, forever. Well, the first time they met.
"Well…"
"Oh hey, Sam. What's up?"
"Fiona?" Phoebe asked.
"Hi Phoebe!"
"Okay, what's up?" both girls asked simultaneously. They giggled, hearing the echo. "Girl problems?"
"Um…" Sam hesitated. "Well…" He coughed, avoiding the question, suddenly feeling very awkward.
"Awww! How cute," Fiona cooed. "Sam's got a boy-crush."
"He's finally come out of the closet."
"What's his name?" they asked simultaneously.
Sam could practically hear the smirks in their voices and was very confused. "Wha—" he started but was cut off by Dean re-entering the room, three cups in both hands. "Gotta go. Bye," he said in a rush and quickly closed his phone, effectively terminating the call.
"Who was that, Sam?" Dean asked, with one slightly raised as he asked the question.
"N—Nobody. Why would you ask that?" Sam said quickly.
Dean narrowed his eyes at Sam in confusion. "O…kay." He shook his head quickly as he set the cups down on the table. "Where's Lucifer?"
"Sh—Shower," he stammered.
"Is everything okay?" Dean asked. "What the hell happened after I left?" he asked. When he didn't get a reply, he sat down at the table and took a sip of his coffee. Dean continued to watch his brother as he sipped on his coffee.
"What!" Sam exclaimed. Dean watching his ever move was just a slight bit unsettling.
"You're just acting a bit strange. That's all," Dean explained, holding his coffee cup in both hands. "I want to make sure you're okay."
"Well, don't, okay! Stop staring at me, Dean! I am FINE! I'm not going to spontaneously combust!" he shouted at the same time that the bathroom door opened.
Lucifer slipped out and Sam silently pushed passed him, not even giving him a glance.
"I have totally missed something," Dean said, glancing up at Lucifer. "Care to explain?"
Lucifer shook his head. "Not really," he said as he sat down across from Dean. "Did you get me my tea?"
Dean picked up a cup and sniffed it, making sure it wasn't Sammy's hot chocolate, before handing it to Lucifer. "Two sugars, as requested."
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Sam didn't know why he was angry with Dean or so awkward around Lucifer. It didn't make sense. None of it made any sense!
He was halfway into the shower when his phone alerted him of a text message. He pulled back from the water and grabbed his phone to check the text. It was from Fiona.
Check your email is all that it said.
Sam smiled and shook his head. He wondered what she sent him this time. Another report of how she made new friends? Or did she want to talk about the random phone call?
Either way, he replied. Ill check it after school.
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A crisp English-Irish accent wrenched Castiel out of his thoughts. "Do you have a pen?" it asked. "I seem to have left mine at home."
"You left it sitting on the table. Gabriel may have swiped it. You have pencils, though, Crowley," Castiel pointed out.
"Oh, that Trickster," Crowley said wistfully. It seemed like an on-going thing with those two, they had some sort of odd give-and-take relationship.
Gabriel could pull a prank on anybody in school—including the upper-classmen—and Crowley would grant him amnesty. Only Crowley could get away with protecting the devious Trickster, because everybody respected him. And by "him", I am, of course, talking about Crowley. He was the only person in the whole school to ever be able to finish any crossword puzzle without ever getting any of them wrong. He even did them in pen to assure he never erased a mark.
"Sure, I have pencils, Castiel. But I like to do my crosswords in pen. They don't call me the King of the Crosswords for nothing, you know."
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Gabriel sat atop his desk a few classrooms over, Crowley's pen in hand, clicking it continuously. "I bet he's pining for a pen right about now," he mused mischievously.
"Who?" Sam asked curiously.
"Crowley," Loki replied, plopping back into his seat. "He's known as the King of the Crosswords by everyone in school. Every single crossword puzzle he does is always done perfectly and it's always done in pen." He chuckled as he clicked Crowley's pen. "I made sure to remove all of his pens from his bag last night after Cas and I made a mad dash to his house from Uncle Zachariah's. He's gonna kill me at lunch, but it's totally worth it."
"What is up with you and Sam?" Dean asked him again for what felt like the thousandth time.
Lucifer set down the pen he was using to doodle with. "Nothing, okay? Nothing. Now just drop it." He laid his head on his desk, facing away from Dean.
Dean gasped. "Did you kiss him?" he asked in excitement.
Lucifer quickly snapped his neck around to gaze furtively at Dean. "No!" he exclaimed. He laid his head back on his arms. "Nothing like that," he mumbled and turned his head away from Dean again. "Would you just drop it?" he asked.
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"You are so pining over him," Dean said in an amused tone as he stuffed his books into his locker.
Lucifer ran a hand through his hair in annoyance. "Would you stop it with that, all ready?" he all but snapped.
The reaction he got out of Lucifer just made Dean's grin even wider. "You are!" He sidestepped as Lucifer made a pass at him. He chuckled "Look, if you want my opinion, tell him how you feel."
Lucifer groaned.
"I realize he has a crush on Anna but I think after seeing how she did nothing last night, that may have changed."
"That's not the problem. The problem is that I'm afraid he won't accept me. I'm—I… What if he thinks that I'm a freak, Dean?"
"Lucifer, look at me," Dean ordered. When Lucifer didn't look at him, Dean gently grabbed his chin and turned his head until they were looking in each other's eyes. "I'm not straight."
Lucifer scoffed, small grin on his lips as he narrowed his eyes at Dean. "You do like Castiel," he said.
"Sam knows that I'm not straight. He doesn't care."
"Yeah, because being bisexual is different than being flat out gay."
Dean dropped Lucifer's chin with a scoff. He shook his head a bit, a mysterious twinkle in his eye. "I didn't say that I'm bisexual." He grinned. "Just tell him," he said softly.
"Can we just go?" Lucifer asked. He slammed his locker door and started walking toward the cafeteria.
Dean slammed his locker as well and jogged to catch up with Lucifer.
They got in line to buy lunch and then they found an empty table. Within a few minutes Dean and Luci were joined by Loki, Cas, and Sam.
Lucifer caught Sam's eyes and both boys quickly looked away. Castiel caught Dean's eye and raised his eyebrow in a quizzical look.
"They're in denial," he mouthed.
"Where's Crowley?" Loki asked.
"Right here, love," Crowley said as he slid in next to Gabriel. He set his lunch down and held his outstretched palm out to Loki. "Give it," he said, annoyance lacing his tone.
Loki cocked his head to the side in mock confusion. "Give what?" he asked innocently.
"You know perfectly well what."
"Do I?" he asked. "Care to jog my memory?" he asked, a sly smile on his face, mischievous sparkle in his eye.
Crowley scoffed at his friend. "No, I do not. I don't need lower myself to your level when I can just as easily get what I want from somebody else." He turned to Sam. "Do you have a pen I can use?" he asked the younger boy.
"Yeah," Sam said. "I have one in my locker. I'll go get it."
"Oh, no, no, no, my dear. You don't have to do that. It's all right if you don't have it on you. I could easily snag one from anybody in this room," Crowley assured, giving Loki a pointed look. He smirked at the look of envy on his friend's face.
In Loki's eyes, Crowley may as well have just have broken his heart and been done with it. All Crowley had to do was say please to get his pen back. Gabriel huffed, which made Crowley's smirk grow.
Sam glanced at Lucifer and then quickly glanced away. "No, it's fine. I need to grab something anyway." With that, Sam stood up, ignoring the gaze that stayed on him as he walked out of the cafeteria.
"Well, that was painful," Castiel said as he watched Sam's retreating back.
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Sam opened the cafeteria doors and walked down the hall toward his locker. He turned into the corridor where his locker was located and was stopped by sound of loud, obnoxious laughter coming toward him.
"Oh hey Sammy," Michael slurred, walking up to him.
Sam recoiled. Michael reeked of smoke and booze.
Two girls walked up behind Michael.
"Oh, how adorable," the blonde girl cooed. "You must be Sammy. Dean talks 'bout you 'lot," she slurred. "You're—hic—cute."
"Look at that," the second girl said. "He's nervous. Look at how precious that is." She held up the bottle of whatever they had been drinking and put it her lips, taking a few swallows of it.
"You are cute," Michael said, curling his lips up in a malicious smile, taking a few predatory steps toward the young boy in front of him.
Sam's eyes grew wide, filled with fear. He wished he hadn't bothered with getting Crowley a pen, he wished he hadn't felt like he had to get away from Lucifer, he wished he wasn't frozen where he stood.
"Are you guys drunk?" a new voice asked.
Sam's eyes shot to the source of the voice to see another girl. She had curly brown hair, brown eyes, and full lips that were dressed in a deep pink lipstick.
"Who is that?" she asked, trying to peer around Michael. She got a glimpse of a young boy who was trapped behind Michael. "Oh my god, you guys. He's like ten. Leave the kid alone."
"Mind your own business, Meg," Michael growled. "This one is mine."
Sam's eyes widened even more and he backed up further until he was right up against the wall of lockers. Oh my god! He was sick and twisted. Did he mean to…Oh, god, let's hope not!
"Leave him alone, Michael!" she shouted when she realized he was just furthering his advances. She didn't need to do much to put the girls on the ground. One quick shove of the brown haired girl sent her sprawling into the blonde and they both knocked into the wall of lockers opposite Sam. Then she ran and slid under Michael's reaching arms, blocking Sam from his reach. "You are a sick, twisted bastard. Is this what you do to Lucifer?" she asked through gritted teeth. "It's no wonder he cuts. It's no wonder he'd rather come live with me. You sick son of a bitch." She looked back at Sam. "You should move. Over there," she said, pointing to the far corner of lockers, away from her and Michael. "This might get messy." She waited until he moved and gave Michael a roundhouse kick, connecting her foot to his cheekbone, sending him sprawling backward beside the girls.
"Bitch!" he hissed, moving to get back on his feet.
"Run, kid!" she exclaimed and Sammy made a break for it. He ran all the way back into the cafeteria, all the way back to the table, where he collapsed, his mind racing.
"Sam," Dean said, his eyes wide. Even without anything being said, Dean knew when something happened to his brother. This time was no exception. "What happened?" he snarled, his eyes on the cafeteria door. "Who did this to you?" He could practically feel the fear rolling off of his brother in waves.
"I—It—They…No pen. I forgot the pen," Sam finished, eyes on Crowley.
"No one cares about the damn pen, Sam," Dean bit out. "What happened?" he asked urgently.
"I—Michael—and then Meg…" he trailed, his eyes wandering over to Lucifer. He shook his head. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea."
Lucifer wordlessly stood up and walked around the table. He knelt in front of Sam. "What happened?" he asked quietly, gently pushing Sam's bangs away from his face.
Sam's eyes flitted around the ground at his feet as he tried to compose his thoughts. He blinked a few times, his eyes slowly meeting Lucifer's. "He was drunk," Sam slowly recalled. "He reeked of smoke and booze. There were two girls with him—A blonde and a brunette with straight hair. They were both drunk as well." Sam gulped. "He—Michael, he—he tried…" Sam swallowed the thickness rising in his throat. He could feel the tears stinging his eyes. He took a deep breath, releasing it shakily. "He called me cute," Sam sobbed. "He was advancing on me. I think he wanted to…" Sam didn't finish his sentence—he couldn't. He broke down into tears instead.
"Shhh. Shhh," Lucifer said. He stood up and sat next to Sam, holding the younger boy in his arms, rubbing his back reassuringly. "I won't let him near you. You've protected me. Now it's my turn to protect you."
Dean was on his feet in an instant. "Son of bitch!" he exclaimed. He knew exactly what Sam was trying to say. "I'll cut the bastard. Nobody threatens to rape my little brother and gets away with it," he snarled.
"I've had just about enough of the supposed 'golden child'," Gabriel growled. "Anybody agree?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"I say it's time to stand up and fight. This takes Michael's power trip to a whole new level. He may have Uncle Zachariah wrapped around his finger, but it's going to take a whole lot more than an angelic front to have us convinced," Castiel announced.
"Count me in. Michael has always rubbed me the wrong way," Crowley agreed.
"Does he really abuse you sexually?" Sam whispered in Lucifer's ear, tears in his voice.
Lucifer shook his head sadly. "No. He just abuses me physically and verbally." He slowly shook his head. "He takes his frustrations out on Anna though," he whispered fearfully.
Sam wrenched himself out of Lucifer's grip, a mix of fear and disbelief in his eyes. "Then that's why—!" he exclaimed. "She doesn't want to anger him, give him more of a reason…" he trailed off, looking away. Sam could feel his heart breaking even more. He had totally misjudged Anna—she wasn't being weak last night, she was just protecting herself. Sam could feel the anger building in his chest. He balled his fists at his sides. "That bastard! How dare he!" Sam exclaimed.
So, I hope you guys don't hate me for what I did with Michael. With the way he so easily sold Lucifer out to Zachriah in the last chapter, there was obviously something else there. I had that kind of thought out for awhile. Like Sam and/or Dean would find him on school grounds drinking and wreaking of smoke. I wasn't expecting it to turn out the way it did, though. And also...IDEK. I'm not sure if I should go "Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" with it and have Zachariah in on Michael's general sleaziness or if Zachariah should be blind to it all.
I'm not sure what I did with Loki and Crowley either. Like, I'm not even sure what their interaction was, besides Loki showing his affections for Crowley the same way a little boy would show his affection to his school-yard crush. Like...IDK. Should I continue with that? It kind of seemed like Crowley could see that Loki has a crush on him? Didn't it? Or is that just me?
(I can't be the only author who has her characters run away from and create their own little strings to add to the plot. Can I?)
And, I already sort of have a plan on what is going to happen to Michael and a few other things, but that's in a few chapters from now. I'm not really sure what is going to happen in the immediate future. I want to try to keep Lucifer and Anna away from Michael.
Also, I was going to try to keep Raphael and Uriel out of this, but I'm not sure now. Uriel may end up being Michael's best friend and Raphael is going to be Uriel's older brother. And I see some kind of conflict between Raphael and Balthazar because they are the same age and out of school. I imagine Raph in college and Balthazar is like a traveling actor or maybe a carnie or something. I'm not sure yet.
Reviews are much appreciated. And those of you who did review, I love you to bits!