A Little Me Time

by HappyBlushCalayapie

Sam didn't know why he left. He just wanted some 'me time', whatever THAT means. After going on his trip alone, leaving Dean in Las Vegas, Lucifer, just broken out of his cage, joins Sam, and promises not to judge anything that Sam wants to do. Sam knows better, but ends up getting close to him. He can't tell Dean, though. He just can't. Samifer, will have smut later on.

7. Chapter 7

Title: A Little Me Time

TV Show: Supernatural

Pairings: Samifer and possibly Destiel

Chapter 7

When Sam came out, all he had was a towel around his waist, and his hair was wild from being towel-dried. He looked at Lucifer, who, if asked, would have to admit that he was enjoying the sight. A few stray water droplets rolled down Sam's body here and there. Yum.

"Why are you half naked?" Sam asked.

"Waiting for my turn. Didn't wanna get this chair dirty in case I needed to sit here again."

"Well, go take a shower. I'm done." He walked over to the bed to put on his clothes, but Lucifer just stood there near the bathroom door. He was about to remove the towel, when he looked at Lucifer over his shoulder and said, "You mind?" Lucifer shrugged, knowing that he tried to get to see good things but failed, and then went to wash up.

He pulled his boxers off and left them on the counter. He'd use his powers to clean them so he could use them when he came out.

'Let's see,' he thought, looking at everything in his view. 'I've seen him do this before. His naked body is always a sight for sore eyes, though. Turn the knob to the right for hot water,' he did so. He nearly let out a loud moan of pleasure. 'Fuck, that felt great…' it went beyond stress-relief—not because he had never had a shower before like a human, but because angel's backs are sensitive. When aroused enough, their wings can come out. He willed them out, purely because he wanted to get them washed.

He felt horrified at himself. He hadn't groomed his wings in so long that it was embarrassing. Old feathers clogged the drain until he was standing in ankle-deep water, grim and blood washed out of the feathers that remained. He was glad he had decided to take a human shower. If Sam ever got to see his wings, he wanted them to be clean.

'Hello… what's this?' he noticed that the soaps were different this time. With his brother, they shared mainly, non-scented soap. Now that Sam was alone, he had strawberry-scented shampoo and raspberry shaving cream. 'Seems like Sammy felt the need to make himself extra masculine around his brother. Guess he thought nobody would know about it. Gonna love cuddling him in bed tonight.'

He had to cheat and use some of his powers to get some strawberry shampoo into his feathers and lather up. He moaned and wondered why he hadn't gone through this kind of hygiene-trouble before. It was relaxing, pleasurable, and damn-well worth it. He shaved his stubble off, washed his hair, face, and body, rinsed off with water that would have been considered too hot for humans, and then dried off with a fluffy towel. He sighed, clearly pleased with himself. He shook out his wings (which made the entire bathroom moist in every single corner of it), and made them disappear. At least if Sam saw them tonight, they'd be presentable. He used his powers again to clean his boxers, put them back on, and walked into the bedroom thinking,

'Showers are happiness.'

Sam was asleep. This was gonna be good.