A/N: Look who's back! I haven't given up on this story... just was fighting some minor writer's block... and lots of inspiration for my one shots. If you haven't read 'em yet, it's a collection called Listen to the Music check it out!

When Charlie woke up, she had a massive headache. She smiled as she remembered the night before. It had been a long time since the gang had been together and had fun like that. She looked down at the floor and saw that everyone was up except for Lucifer and Sam, who were spooning on the mattress. She smiled and snapped a few pictures, after all, what's a girl to do without blackmail pictures? She sent one in a text to Dean and the Novak boys as she walked out toward the kitchen, where she could smell eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast.

She groaned as she walked in, "Who's cooking? What is wrong with you?"

"Well, darlin', not all of us suffer from hangovers like you and Dean," Benny said from the grill, where he, Alastair and Balthazar were cooking.

"What hangover? Maybe I just don't like the smell of grease in the morning," she grabbed the aspirin from the counter where it was left, she guessed by Dean.

"But, sis, bacon!" Balthazar goaded her.

As Charlie poured a glass of orange juice, she glared at her brother. "I don't care. You three just want to torture the rest of us."

"Which rest of you? Dean? Cas is already at work, as are his brothers, well, Gabe and Mike anyway, and that leaves us." Benny said, smirking.

Alastair looked around at the group, "Wait, where's Luce and Sam?"

It was Charlie's turn to smirk as she pulled out her phone. She laughed at the guys' reactions.

"No. No way!" Benny said, looking at Dean.

"Charlie! Put the damn phone away!" Dean growled.

"What's got into you, Dean?" Charlie asked, putting her phone away. Looking at Dean, she saw his jaw clench. "Wait. Why don't you like this? Don't you want Sam to move on? So help me if you go into some homophobic rant, cuz well, sorry, bro, but that one you would lose."

"It's just, he's the devil!"

"Sam? Nah.. he may be a pain sometimes, but..."

"You know who I meant."

"So? He's been like a puppy since Sam got here, and you know the minute your kid bro leaves, Luce is going to look like a wet kitten again. Are you just mad cuz Luce is Cas' brother?"

"No! It's just... I don't know!" Dean began to pace, "I mean, Luce has a horrible track record, and I don't want to see Sam getting hurt."

"Dean. Did you see this picture? This is not the same love 'em and leave 'em Luce we know. Lest we forget what you were like before Cas."

Dean shot her a withering glare that was cut short by the sound of shouting.

As Dean and Charlie made their way to the back, they could hear Sam yelling, "...what the hell, man!"

"What? I don't know what happened last night but I didn't see you fight too much to get away till just now!" Lucifer said quietly, voice full of disappointment and anger.

"Dude! I was plastered! I don't remember anything past learning Cas drove a Lamborghini!"

"Well, then you remember more than me!"

"That doesn't mean you have the right to spoon with me! My fiancée just fucking died!" Sam's voice broke, and he got quieter, "I just can't do it. I was drunk, and didn't know what I was doing."

Dean and Charlie watched Lucifer get closer and try to hug Sam, who pulled away. Lucifer's face dropped, "Well, if this means nothing to you, then I don't see any reason to stick around."

Lucifer walked past Charlie and she could see that he was close to tears. Sam realized what he'd said, too late, and ran after him. "Luce, wait up!"

"What, Sam?! You came through loud and clear, what more can you want to say?"

Sam sighed, "I didn't mean it like that."

"I don't care. You said what you said and now you've got to stick to it."

Charlie watched with wide eyes as Luce left and she could hear his Renovatio rev up as he peeled out to god knows where.

Dean looked at his brother and pulled him into a hug, holding him until he stopped crying. "Sammy, just because it hurts doesn't mean you can treat Luce like that. No need to be a bitch."

Sam smiled through the tracks of his tears, "I overreacted, jerk. What do I do?"

"Well, give him a little bit to cool off and then talk to him about it."

"So give him an hour or so?"

"For you, probably," Charlie laughed as she rubbed his back.

A/N: So I felt so bad for Luce at the end of this, but damn, I WANT HIS CAR! It's a Tushek Renovatio T500 (yay Slovenia!). It's absolutely gorgeous.