Sam had never been asked out on a date before, so he carried the shock with him up until 5:30 pm the next day.
He'd have to start getting dressed soon and get down to the Green Library.
And it was all finally settling in on him.
Sam Winchester had been asked out by the prettiest girl on the Western side of the United States.
He had absolutely no idea where to start. He tried on a few outfits, ultimately deciding on something a little less... Flannel.
He was donned in a pair of his least holey jeans and his only black button down by 5:47 pm, running a hand through his mess of hair before shielding it down against his scalp with a black beanie.
He hated beanies.
After pulling on his boots and giving himself a once over in his mirror, he set out by 5:53 pm.
His dorm was fairly close to the Green Library and he knew he'd be early, but he couldn't stop himself.
And he wouldn't put it past Amber to be fashionably late.
But he really didn't care.
He was going on a date.
In all his gangly-ness and barely-there-stubble-ness.
He made it to the cafe at 5:56 pm, unable to shake the smile from his face when he grabbed a seat near a window.
He looked out it, so excited to see his date walking inside to meet him.
Sam knew something was wrong when an hour passed.
He'd initially began to worry at around a half hour, but figured it was just Amber caught up in the traffic of the later classes.
An hour and a half passed, next, and the inevitable was accepted.
He'd been stood up.
He had a mind to leave at 8 o'clock.
He really did.
But, of course, little Sammy always was one to hold onto hope.
Which was absolutely ridiculous in this situation.
But, he stayed for a while longer.
He was kind of glad he did.
"Sam?"
God, that fuckin' voice killed him every time.
Lucifer knew he shouldn't've even approached Sam, but he couldn't help himself.
He'd been in the café too, nursing his coffee for about a half hour before he noticed the boy.
Sam looked up, eyes widening.
"Professor?"
"Jesus, Sam. We aren't in class. You can call me by my first name. It's Lucifer, if you hadn't heard from your classmates." The teacher laughed a little, but it sounded almost bitter. "I'm sure you've heard them call me 'Satan,' at least."
For just this reason, he really never told people his real name.
It wasn't that Lucifer was ashamed of his name, per se. He was ashamed of what people thought immediately after hearing it for the first time.
But Sam seemed so different.
He barely had any type of reaction at all, let alone a bad one.
He sat down across from Sam, coffee still in hand before taking another small sip.
He let out a pleased 'ah' kind of sound when he finally set the beverage down on the red, chipping paint of the table.
"This seat isn't taken, is it?"
Sam let out a deep sigh.
"I guess not."
Mr. Morningstar-Lucifer was quiet for a few moments.
"Can't imagine anyone'd ever stand you up."
He absolutely regretted it the second the words left his lips.
Sam looked up, eyes widening at the statement his teacher had just proclaimed to him.
Just good 'ole false hope.
"Really?"
"You're kidding, right? You're, uh, really smart and athletic and you've got awesome hair. Speaking of-"
Lucifer reached across the small table, ripping the beanie off of Sam's head and holding it out in front of him before letting it fall to the table.
"I barely recognized you with that thing on. And you're not wearing flannel. I'm only a little bit terrified."
Sam could help but laugh a teeny bit.
God knows he needed that right now.
"So, who was this mystery man of yours?"
"I'm not gay." The words left Sam's mouth before he had any kind of chance at stopping them.
Mr. M just stared for a few moments, furrowing his brow.
Lucifer wanted to laugh, honestly.
"Uh huh. So, tell me about this mystery girl."
"Amber Peters."
"Jesus Christ."
There was another long silence, in which Lucifer ran his finger along the rim of his mug, chuckling and shaking his head.
"Really, Sam? Do you always go for the crazy slutbags?"
"No."
"Hah. Now that's a good one."
Sam turned his head, pulling his gaze away from the glorious God of a man in front of him, looking out the window again.
"She asked me out."
Lucifer chuckled.
"She may be the stupidest human being I've ever taught."
"As opposed to... Aliens? Vampires?"
Another chuckle.
"Something like that."
"Don't tell me it was Greek Gods."
Sam discovered that he liked Mr. M's genuine smile more than he loved his laugh.
He wanted to make him smile more.
"No. No Greek God's."
"Thank God." Sam tried his luck again, looking back over to Lucifer with a lopsided grin.
Lucifer rolled his eyes.
"Okay, that one was bad."
Sam simply shrugged, letting out a soft sigh. "What are you even doing here?"
"One of my brothers works here. Thought I should pay him a little visit."
Sam looked down at the table, pulling at a peeling edge a bit absently.
He didn't like talking about brothers.
"Sam?"
He must've been quiet for a too long.
"Huh?"
"Something bothering you? I mean other than getting stood up by the most popular girl at Stanford."
Sam glared.
"What? It's true."
Sam sighed.
They just sat in a sort of comfortable silence for a while, sipping at their respectable drinks every so often.
Sam had ordered a coffee and a muffin at some point, and he couldn't help but see the striking similarities between this and a date.
Except it wasn't a date.
It was just Sam and his teacher. Talking about... Things.
"-yeah, I'm not joking! It was my second year here, I'm at a party, tons of girls everywhere. Booze, drugs, sex, the life. There was this one guy, he was, I don't know, probably streaking with the other naked people. And he's jumping on the couch, yeah? He hits his head on the overhead fan. Blood everywhere. I'm covered, the guy passed out, and I'm trying to fix him. Put all the blood back in, y'know? So, I'm scooping up handfuls of blood and probably fractured skull and trying to put it back in his head. But, since I'm completely high off my ass, I'm convinced I just got my period. So then- Hey! Don't laugh! There was blood all over my pants! It was a logical assumption!"
Sam snorted, laughing so hard his stomach was threatening to burst.
"This didn't happen."
"Yes it did! You can ask Dr. Saxi. He was the naked dude that busted his head open all over my carpet and pants!"
Sam sighed and simply shook his head in disbelief before glancing down at his watch. He jerked up straight, a look of total fear on his face.
"Shit." Sam cursed aloud, eyes frozen on his watch.
"Is everything all right?" Lucifer asked, reaching across the table to Sam.
The student shook his head and began gathering his stuff.
"I'm sorry Mr. Mornin- Lucifer. I have a paper due tomorrow and I haven't started yet and oh god it's already ten and I don't even know what format to write in and I really don't even know what the hell class I'm taking that I need to write this for but I need to go. Thank you for talking with me, and I'll see you tomorrow!" Sam rushed out, picking up his belongings and half-running out the door, leaving his dishes on the table.
Lucifer sighed, not having time to say goodbye to the kid, and picked up the forgotten plate, taking it over to the washing bins.
As he dumped out the half-eaten muffin, Mr. Morningstar realized Sam had forgotten his beanie in his rush.
He swiped it off of the table and headed out the door after paying, looking around to see if there was any chance that Sam was still in the area.
Of course he wasn't.
Damn those giraffe legs.
He'd have to give it back to him on Wednesday.
...Or maybe not.
He clutched the hat close, looking down at it almost longingly.
It smelled like Sam.
Maybe he wouldn't miss it for another few days.
