"So he had this nightmare that had him bolt right out of bed," Ezekiel chuckled smugly.

"Ezekiel, don't tell them that story. I asked you not to tell anyone that. Why are you so mean to me?" His twin blushed, eyes sparkling with building tears.

"I'm sorry, Samandriel." He began caressing his brother's cheek "I didn't mean to upset you but you were so adorable when it happened that I had to tell them. I'm sorry," he smoothly replied, leaning into his brother.

"I forgive you," Samandriel weakly whispered back, resulting in the excessive shrieks of the two clients across the table.

"Ah! I've never seen brotherly love quite like that!"

"What are they so excited about. I just don't get it," Sam huffed, balancing a fresh tray of tea in one arm and a textbook in the other. Trudging along, he noticed two people strolling into the music room, significantly later than they should've been.

"Sowwy, we're running late," The smaller replied, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he was carried to his table.

"Hey Lucifer, Hey Michael! We've been waiting for you guys," a client welcomed, pouring herself another cup of tea which Sam had just placed on the coffee table tiredly.

"Sorry, I was waiting for Michael to finish his kendo meeting and I fell asleep," The younger yawned, joining the girls on the couch. "I'm still not completely awake," he rubbed his eyes more as a way to display his sleepiness. A sudden gasp surrounded the table before the multitudes of girls waiting for him rumbled in shrieks of comments like "So cute!" and others of similar effect.

All the new host could do was wonder how someone like that could possibly be a senior. Surely seniors would be making excessive sexual jokes and not acting so cutely. It had to be an act. No senior could be as naïve as that!

"Lucifer may seem young and childish but he's a prodigy, and then Michael's allure is his strong and silent disposition," Balthazar crept up behind the freshman, clipboard in hand. His explanations were strangely useful to Sam who still couldn't get used to this circus of a school.

"Sammy!" Abruptly, Sam was being swirled around by the short teen in question. Where did Lucifer get all his energy from?

"Hey, Sammy, do you wanna have some cake with me?" The question had a strangely menacing edge to it, regardless of how sweetly it was asked. He couldn't put his finger on it but there was something strangely dark about Lucifer.

"No, I don't really like cake," he slurred, dizzy from the hyperactive host. All Lucifer did in return was smile sweetly up at the Winchester which was extremely unnerving.

"Then how would you like to hold Bun-Bun?" He giggled, not fazed at all by the straightforward rejection, waving a bright pink stuffed bunny in the younger's face. This guy was extremely strange.

"No, I don't really like bunnies."

"Are you saying you don't like Bun-Bun?" Sam was too tired to negotiate with the dark yet cute upperclassman. He already had a test coming up and he wanted so desperately to return to studying. He couldn't afford to fail in his classes at all.

"Hmm, he is kind of cute," he remarked, taking a closer look before having the toy stuffed into his hands before a giggling Lucifer dived back to his couch before taking a giant slice of chocolate cake. Gosh, he was like a little kid, to think he'd be graduating soon!

Suddenly before even more tasks were forced upon the new student, the entrance to the host club swung open with abnormal force. Sam just stood there, mouth wide open in surprise at the newcomer.

Scuffed biker boots stomped over frequently polished floors, the loud thuds resonating through the now silent club room. The stained jeans and scruffy flannel shirt distinguished this person from the others, causing the most shock to the students. How could a commoner other than Sam gain entrance into the school?

"Who the hell is in charge of this crap?" The gruff voice seemed harsh against the frozen silence, murky emerald eyes leering at everyone in the room. Sam was too shocked to move at this point, still cuddling "Bun-Bun" tightly.

Gabriel suavely strolled towards the fuming young man, so much more graceful and elegant.

"I'm sorry but we don't let non-students into the Host Club. However, I am the boss here. Is there something you need?" Before he'd finished the sentence, he was pinned against the wall by brute force.

"You're the one who's been stopping Sammy from getting the grades he wants then," he growled, applying more force to the lapels of the Host's blazer.

"Dean! What are you doing here?" Sam was finally able to speak, frustrated that his brother had come into school to yell at Gabriel.

"This the clown whose got you running errands?" The shorter tried to interject but was interrupted by Dean's voice. The guy was strangely strong and Gabriel had no intention of dying any time soon.

"Dean, it's okay. Let him go. I owe this to him since I broke a really expensive vase and I need to pay them back somehow" Sam reassured, walking towards Dean calmingly.

"Is this true?" He asked, slamming Gabriel harder into the wall.

"Yes it is. Can you please let me go," he requested before the angry man reluctantly let go, dropping the dazed kid to the ground and turned to face Sam.

"Sammy, I don't care what dad says, I want you to do your best. You've wanted to come here for so long, don't let this jackass screw up your happiness 'cause of some debt."

"Dean it' f-" Sam tried to interject but his older brother had already turned to the Club's leader.

"I'll take his place then, I'll work for your Host Club."