The Devil wears a leather jacket
Lucifer was being more insufferable than ever, after the... incident.
Sam would be sitting in the cafeteria with Jessica and Gabriel and he'd sneak beside him. And Sam would ignore him, Gabriel would start cracking uncomfortable jokes and Jessica would make small talk with Lucifer, who wouldn't take his eyes off him.
Then he would ask Sam if he changed his mind, and Sam would spit his coffee out and start shouting like the over grown 13-year old girl he was.
Or he would be sitting in class minding his own business, when a paper roll would land on it. Written inside
' Are you single, male, and hot?
Yes ( Then you should date Lucifer)
No ( Lucifer will still have you )'
And he would make a show of throwing it across to the basket.
Or he would go back to his apartment, which he shared with his brother, Dean. Throw away the clothes and bag on the floor, seat himself neatly on the bed, laptop on his knees, open up Facebook, see who was up to what, a couple of notifications bleeping red.
The first one an invitation to a frat party.
Pass.
The second one a message from Jessica concerning some gossip she had to deliver.
Reply.
And the third one...
A post on his wall.
He opened it to see a youtube link of African Queen from 2Face Idibia.
Sender: Lucifer
Sam glared at the lyrics 'You are my African Queen' that stood above the link.
Sam was no African Queen!
He was not Lucifer's African Queen!
He quickly deleted the post, blocked Lucifer from friends and curled in the sheets, fisting them harshly from all the pent up frustration he felt.
What was this guy's deal?
Why, why was he so set on dating him!
He could have any guy or girl he wants from all the worship he's been getting!
That Ruby chick that tries too hard has been pining on him for years!
And, and that british guy, Crowley what's his name, he's been practically falling on his knees for Lucifer!
Sam shut his eyes, trying to will himself to sleep, promising to stop acting like the Samantha his brother kept calling him.
-/-
Dean was speeding in his car, his destination: Library!
The car speakers were blasting Enter Sandman from Metallica, but inside, his headphones connected to his phone were playing 'Whitney Houston - I Will Always Love You'.
He had a reputation to stand up to! Bad boy, womanizer extraordinaire!
But still a closet romantic with a thing for boy's with blue eyes.
Unfortunately that side was ever rarely seen.
So now, he was going to go to his nerdy dude, and let the romance in him flow!
He pulled up by the library, grabbed the flowers he had bought in his car and hurried inside.
Nerdy Dude was at the counter of the library, rummaging through some books.
The glasses he wore just added fuel to Dean's raising libido.
He walked slowly towards him, big shit-eating grin plastered on his face. His pearly whites should do the deal. There was no way he was gonna get rejected now. No way!
He harrumphed in front of his guy, hence the dude just wasn't letting go of his books.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes widening significantly upon seeing Dean.
-"These are for you. Castiel."- Dean grinned as he spotted the name tag. And what a lovely name to go with that lovely face.
Castiel wrapped his hand insecurely around the flowers, examining them with a look like he just watched 'The Secret'.
He turned his furrowed gaze to Dean who just about sparkled with glee.
-"My name is Dean. And I would love to take you out."- He said, his confidence radiating from his words.
-"Dean."- Castiel rasped, his gaze unchanging.
-"Yes?"- Dean prompted.
-"You thought some flowers and a smile and everything will be fine, right? A date, and then back to your place?"- Castiel surprised Dean with his choice of words, and that undertone of threat much like last time.
So yeah, he might have been right, but he didn't have to bed him after their first date. Yeah, sure, it would have been a total bonus, but not necessary.
-"I'm sorry to disappoint. The exit is that way."- Castiel said nodding back to where Dean came from, turning back to his books.
Dean stood astounded.
-"But..."- His voice strained and mousy, but he tried.
-"I have work to attend to. Please."- Castiel dismissed him with a wave of his hand, not even glancing at him.
Dean's macho bravado was back in the game, stomping away loudly through the library.
On second thought...
He quickly jogged back to Castiel, grabbed the small bouquet and trudged off the library.
Fuck him.
Fuck.
Just fuck it.
He just made an ass of himself, with the flowers and being polite and bullshit!
And for what?
Nothing!
This time, driving away with his car, he let Metallica blast off, without the interference of Whitney Houston.
-/-
Sam did end up going to that frat party. Jessica and Gabriel managed to convince him to attend.
He was having such a bad time.
He couldn't drink alcohol, because he had an exam tomorrow.
He couldn't dance, because all they played was some disco bullshit.
Sam couldn't even mash potato.
The food was just chips upon chips.
And all of his friends were hitting it off with somebody else.
Even Lucifer was nowhere to be found. At least, with him he'd have somebody to be annoyed to. Or just be given some attention...
He quickly brushed that thought away, making his way outside the house and to streets, to find his car.
He found his car.
He also found a fight in front of his car.
Four guys were piling on some guy. Although the other guy seemed to be the one doing the beating. He jogged to them, shouting.
-"Hey! Hey, back off!"- The group spotted him, making a run in the other direction. He found their faces bloodied, frightened.
The badass guy was standing over his car.
Who happened to be Lucifer.
-"Hey, uh, dude you alright?"- Sam asked worriedly. Because, besides everything the guy was still in a fight and over his car, so he just had to be worried, okay?
Lucifer finally turned his face to him, gasping for breath. His face had a couple of scratches and a gash or two, who were bleeding heavily.
-"Shit! We gotta get you to the hospital!"- Sam found himself panicking, taking Lucifer's face in his hand, twisting it from side to side, examining him.
Lucifer seemed completely unfazed, not even remotely scared, just curious as he searched Sam's face in wonder.
-"There's no need. I'm fine."- He brushed away Sam's hand stepping around him to walk slowly back through the street.
Sam stood bewildered.
-"What do you mean you're fine, you're not fine, you're... Just let me clean them, please?"- Sam shouted back to Lucifer, who turned slowly to him, with a puzzled look on his face.
-"I have a first aid kit in the back. Please."- Sam pleaded. He didn't even know why he was so worried. It was Lucifer, he should be glad about this! But he was never that kind of person. Lucifer might be bothersome, but he had never been mean to Sam. Not in the slightest. And he is hurt, badly. He deserves his help.
Lucifer trudged unsurely to Sam, who opened the Impala's side door to let him in. Lucifer seat himself down unsurely.
Sam brought back the first aid kit from the back and seated himself on the driver's seat facing Lucifer.
He poured some ethanol on a clean towel.
-"This is gonna hurt, a little."- Sam said in warning.
He put the towel softly to Lucifer's temple, expecting a hiss a grunt a cry of pain.
Lucifer just blinked back at him.
-"So, uh, what was that fight about?"- Sam swallowed his surprise, trying to talk to keep himself calm. He wasn't sure why was he the one freaking out in this situation.
-"They wanted to trash your car. Jealous, probably."- Lucifer spoke leveled.
Sam furrowed his brows, surprised once again.
-"Well, uh thanks for, intervening."- Sam sounded lame even to himself.
-"You didn't have to."- He said quickly his gaze focused on pouring more ethanol on the rag.
-"I would have killed them if it weren't for you."- Lucifer said calmly through the night air.
Sam slowly brought his head to look back at Lucifer who looked completely calm.
-"Uh, what?"-
-"I would have killed them, but I thought how you would be disappointed if I did."- Lucifer replied softly.
Well he had the idea right ,although not completely. Sam would be more freaked out, if he did kill them, and he would probably blame himself for their death for the rest of his life, and report Lucifer to the cops.
But, yeah.
-"That's... Thank you."- Sam decided a thank you felt right.
-"Lucifer, is there something I can do? I mean, take you to the hospital, ah , give you a ride somewhere?"- Sam trailed of weakly. He sort of felt responsible for what had happened to Lucifer.
-"You can say yes."-
-"To what?"- Sam questioned him confused.
-"To a date."- Lucifer deadpanned.
Sam couldn't help his bitch face. Even in this kind of situation all that Lucifer could think about was a date?
-"Okay, fine. Yes."- Sam huffed his words, giving up.
-"Thank you."- And Lucifer sounded genuinely grateful.
Sam turned to Lucifer who looked very pleased.
He really didn't know what he got himself into.
So I know I really let myself go with this one. But I just wanted to do a piece in which I can literally write anything I want to and not be worried, without limitations. So i hope people will find it fun, if very crackish.
Reviews keep me motivated. :3