Sooooo I AM working on Truth Syrup & In the First Place (naruto) buuut I've been UBER busy with school. Luckily, that's all done in two weeks! Still, I've had a little block, so I've been popping into the OhSam nov prompts and loving them! Probably a few shorties coming from those :)
From the November 2017 OhSam Comment Meme fic thing!
Anything with Sam freaking out about Lucifer being in the bunker in S11 (either just because of cage memories, or because Lucifer actually does something). Sam&Dean gen.
It's fine.
It's fine. It's fine, it's fine it's fine it's ok.
He had to be here. He had to be here because they needed his help. Because… last time. He helped last time.
It's fine. Fine.
Sam walked the halls. Every so often his murmurs rumbled up, bounced off the walls and back at him like reassurance.
It was fine. It would be fine.
He just…needed time. Space.
He stood at his bedroom door, still like a breeze might knock him down. The bunker didn't get breezes.
Sam slid inside, turned on all the lights, and sat on the edge of his bed.
"It'll be fine," Sam muttered, thumb digging into an old, pale scar on his palm. "You're fine."
"I'll say!"
Sam was a statue. He was stone, frozen in place while Lucifer crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.
"Mighty fine, Sammy. Might - Tee - Fine."
Sam looked up. The sight that met him - overcoat and tie and familiar blue eyes that burned with coldness. Ice that didn't belong where there was usually unbridled warmth.
He stood, slowly, wanting to rip the archangel out with his bare hands because Castiel – Castiel!
Sam knew. He remembered and the thought that Castiel would know now, too? Was suffering right now, between every breath and every heartbeat?
It made it all worse.
Lucifer watched him. Sam could read people – even cryptids and angels, demons.
Lucifer – he could feel Lucifer. The way he could feel Dean.
And it made him ill.
"Nice digs," Lucifer said as he strolled into the room. He closed the door behind him. "Spartan. I always liked that about you, Sam. So… efficient."
"Shouldn't you be talking to Chuck?" Sam looked away, grabbed a book like he'd had some purpose for being in his room that wasn't hiding.
"Aw c'mon, Sam. Such a thing as too much daddy time," the devil smiled, "Know what I mean?"
Sam shook his head, headed for the door.
"Y'know something?" Lucifer started.
Sam stopped walking. His grip on the book tightened.
"I'm not a knock off kinda guy. But you get what you pay for, right?"
Sam looked over with a frown, his brows knit. "Okay."
"And they never fit right. Crotch always rides up," Lucifer adjusted himself. Sam looked away again.
"Then change. There's extra clothes," Sam muttered, baffled by the concept of sharing closets with Satan. He started for the door again, the door that was closed but needed to be open.
"Oh come on, Sam. You think Army Navy Surplus is my style? Cheap isn't much better."
Sam scowled and reached out to open the door. "Deal with it. I've got to-"
"I prefer custom-made."
One hand on the doorknob, the other on the book, Sam white knuckled both. It wouldn't open.
"It's locked," Sam heard from somewhere in his room.
"Chuck-"
"-is preoccupied with auntie. And so is big bro, for that matter. But hey, I mean, this is just like old times, right?" Lucifer said as he sank down on the bed where Sam sat before. "You and me? Four walls and no way out? Color me nostalgic."
Sam let his hand fall, held onto the book like a lifeline, and turned around. He stared down, the face staring back at him distorted and not at all right.
"Square peg, round hole."
"Are you really doing this? Now?" Sam said, "Chuck is right out there. My brother is there."
"Sam – Castiel here- it's like squeezing into a size four when you're a six!"
Sam tensed at the angel's name, in that voice, in that tone. "Cas is…"
"Oh, brother's distracted. Tucked away, but it was so much more fun with you, Sammy!"
He wanted to be relieved. Cas was safe, alive – but the relief was buried. Lucifer mentioned it, mentioned then so casually. How it was, how it felt ..
"For you," Sam muttered.
"You can't lie to me, kiddo. I was in your noggin' – you and me, we're-"
"The second this is over you're back in the cage. And you're letting him go."
"Woah, ok. Cool your jets there, bucko. I mean, Castiel, he's no name brand, but-"
"You're going back."
Lucifer stared up at him, just smiled and slowly stood. Shorter in the vessel, but he still loomed like a mountain. "Little brother's distracted. He's fine for now, but Sam, I'm not gonna lie to you, man." He planted a hand on Sam's shoulder. "I'm just not sure how long I can guarantee it."
Sam stared back, frozen in place under cold hand on his shoulder. "..you can't."
"I mean it's not like I'm gonna do anything, but who knows how long he can contain me, right? If something were to happen-"
"You can't – Chuck-"
"Knows. Didn't say a word about it. Dad's got his hands full with auntie – you think he's gonna care if I have try on a few new outfits?"
"But-"
"Sam, look," Lucifer's hand trailed down his arm, "I'd just, you know, think about how much you really like having Castiel around. Sometimes casualties just can't be avoided. And it's for the greater good, after all."
Sam couldn't move. Could barely breath, but he felt his heart hammering, heard his blood rushing.
"And when he can't take it any more…well, I guess there's always Dean-"
"Stop it."
"I mean, he's not my first choice, obviously. Something about the crotch, Sammy, I'm tellin' you – always rides up-"
"Stop."
"Only one word for that. And that ain't it."
Lucifer eased away. He walked to the door and pulled it open, spared a look past his shoulder to Sam who stared at the floor.
"See you out there, buddy."
The door closed again and Sam stood alone in his room.
He'd take the couch tonight.
