(A/N: so thankyou to all the readers once more! Really you are my biggest push into writing this story! Please tell me if you are enjoying it or not :"D oh and one more thing. Pay close attention because soon here I am going to hold a little vote to decide how the story ends. All I'm saying is that one character will have two options and depending on the one that gets voted for the story will either have a happy ending or a tragic one ^^ though you won't actually know which option does what! Should be a fun game~)

Between the Lines

Chapter Nine

A "Supernatural" Fanfiction

For a moment, a fleeting and terrifying moment, Sam wanted to do it. He wanted to call for Lucifer and make a wish. Logic told him not to do so but everything else opposed logic. He was walking back to the shared hotel room though the morning dark. Sam took his time; he didn't want to see Dean knowing that those feelings would attempt to crawl out of his throat.

If there was ever any chance of Sam telling Dean how he felt, that was gone. Sherlock's story had made it painfully clear, that, at least Sam thought, Dean would not believe him let alone accept his brother's love. Sam found it hard enough to simply realize that he was in love with Dean and after mulling over whether to tell anyone or keep it to himself there was no way he would be able to find the words to say anything. Sherlock knew somehow, most likely because he related to the situation and had a lot of information on Lucifer.

Sam knew he had to at least tell Dean and Castiel the news about Lucifer, what he was doing. Though that brought up the same dilemma Sherlock had when he wanted to tell them what he knew. It meant that Sam would have to, at least indirectly, admit his strong feelings for Dean. It also meant that Sherlock would have to tell Dean the same story he had told Sam…otherwise the blank areas in the story would make Dean and Castiel beyond suspicious, too suspicious to focus on coming up with a solution.

"Sam!" a voice pulled him out of the clustering thoughts. Sam raised his head and not too far in front of him he saw the one person he wanted the least…and yet the most…to talk to. Dean grabbed Sam's arms and pulled him into a tight hug. "I was worried! Why did you go off like that and not tell us? I thought you would be searching online for more cases or that you would be out with us looking for that Hawkridge guy….Sam! Where were you?"

Sam grumbled and pushed Dean away from him. "I was talking to Sherlock. He gave me some more information which I was on my way to tell you about." Dean raised an eyebrow and started walking back to the hotel, looking behind himself and motioning urgently for Sam to follow. Disobediently Sam leaned against the wall of the store he stood in front of and sighed.

It took a couple seconds for Dean to notice and run back to Sam, glaring slightly annoyed yet concerned. "Aren't you going to tell me and Cas what that dude told you?" Sam gritted his teeth, he didn't really want to have this conversation.

"I want to…but it isn't an easy subject to talk about." It was all Sam could muster as an excuse to try and keep his feelings from them. Dean was about to say something when Sam spoke "Those notes though. Those were meant for our eyes, not the wish-makers." Dean closed his mouth and looked a tad enlightened, still befuddled however. "For some reason Lucifer wanted to get our attention. It can't be a coincidence we only found out about his doings when he had six hundred and sixty four out of six hundred and sixty six wish-makers. I am not sure if they are his vessels or minions though."

Dean smiled and waved his hand in the air. "Look, this may seem off topic but I am going to get this out of the way." Sam rolled his eyes and wanted Dean to shut up, but Dean continued talking. "I should have told you about Cas and me, and I'm sorry Sam. That wasn't the way you were supposed to find out about it. Though…you are acting a lot like my exes did when they saw me with someone new." Dean raised an eyebrow. "Are you jealous?"

"Who would I be jealous of?" Sam scoffed, vexed that Dean was on the right track to figuring it out. "You are off topic. We should be focusing on the case." Sam grumbled, even though his romantic feelings were very important to the case he knew that Dean was unaware of that. Sam was trying to drive Dean's attention away from where it currently was.

"Bro" Dean grinned "If you liked the angel you should have told me!" It appeared as if Dean was close but had come to the completely wrong conclusion. Sam winced, wanting to punch his brother. "I mean I sort of thought you did but, you know, I didn't want to jump to conclusions so…"

"What the hell, Dean?" the words expelled from Sam with a fierce velocity. "For your information there is somebody that I…feel strongly about, however you are not going to find out who that is." Sam was in a less than pleasant mood. He thrust the file of papers into Dean's arms. "I am going out to learn more on my own. Look those over with your boyfriend and see if you learn anything." Sam turned away from his brother and stormed off. He wasn't sure where he was going but anywhere was better than with those two.

Calls in the distance came from Dean as he followed Sam for a bit, before the crowd of people on the sidewalk engulfed his view and he lost him. Sam was glad that Dean no longer was following him.

There was one way to end all of this, one thought, one idea…one wish. Sam stopped walking for a moment and gazed above at the clear sky. Would Lucifer win? It seemed like it. Sam, more than anything, wanted to wish on him. He knew that would cause him to lose the battle, but what would he get if they won anyway? Seeing his brother with that damn angel?

"I want Castiel dead." Sam mumbled to himself and somewhere near him a shadow smiled.