AN: Please don't hate me! *covers face*
And again sorry for any spelling errors.

If he concentrated enough, he could create small men that scuttled across his desk while he worked. They were made of the led shavings from his pencil and stood only a few inches off his desk. The more and more he created them the stronger they got. Each had small wings that they would use to flutter across the desk, one even caught his work on fire.

That was about the time his dad reached the point to where he thought Dean couldn't be trusted. Within two days of his paper catching fire, unknown to Sammy that it wasn't his fault, a lock was installed on his bedroom door and was permanently removed from school. If he wanted to leave his dad would tell him he was shit out of luck. If you can't control your powers, you can't be around anyone. So now Deans only link to the outside world, besides the occasional walk from his room to the ball room to work on controlling his Angels with his dad, were Sam's stories of his day to day life. Dean had become accustom to their schedule and was grateful that Sam was a stubborn ass kid and wouldn't listen to Dean when he told him to go away.

::=::\FIVE YEARS LATER /::=::

"What do you mean you're leaving?!" Dean exclaimed angrily at his dad, red sparks fizzling out of his fingertips.

"Dean Honey," Marry said warningly her eyes on Dean's hands, "Being queen and king of a kingdom comes with responsibilities."

"Mom, I'm a responsibility as well! You can't leave me locked up in a room for two weeks while you two fly out to a STUPID wedding!" Dean shouted and without warning intense rage filled Dean's body and almost like a bomb red sparks shot like bullets into the air. The dust and pollen in the air were pulled into one giant black statue. Its arms were bulky that slid into hands were longs spikes and it stood taller then all three of them. It stood defensively in front of Dean. Instead of the blank eyes, it was filled with the red goo.

"Dean," John said carefully keeping his eyes on the black thing his hands up in a sign of surrender, "You're 17 now, we've worked on this. You have control of it. Not the other way around."

"That's right," Dean yelled more red sparks followed by another statue creating itself, "I'm 17 dad! You shouldn't have to lock me in my room! In four years I will be announced as the price who will be taking over the kingdom! Hardly anyone has seen my face. The three men who see me every day are the only ones! I shouldn't be locked up!"

"How about we make a compromise?" Marry asked taking a tentative step forward towards her son her light green eyes pleading with her son, "You stay here…in the room with the door locked and we will allow you to see Sam more and we introduce you to our newest help. He will hold the key to your room while your father and I are away"

"I want to go outside. Feel the sun on my skin mom, and not through a filtered window." Dean said his voice cracking his bright green eyes leaving his parents and staring longingly out of the window.

"We will talk about that when we get back Dean," John said calmly, "But right now…while we are gone. We can't risk it."

Dean was about to protest again, the feeling of anger growing in his belly again when a sharp knock sounded on the door and a voice made Dean freeze in spot a feeling of panic now filling him, "Dean….are you still cutting my hair tomorrow?" The two guard statues fell to the floor in a whoosh. Dean's hands were now shaking as he clutched them close to his chest, small black sparks flying from the tips.

"Yes. Of course Sam." Dean replied his voice cracking. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths and held it in as best as he could his hands closing into fists. He then looked to his parents, "Yes we will talk about it when you two return.

-SAM-

Sam woke up early, he usually slept in till two or three on weekends but today he would get to see his brother. He jumped out of bed, ducking just in time so he didn't hit the top of his bed frame. He would have to remember to talk to his mom about a new bed. He had recently sprouted up again and stood at six foot. He slid easily across the room in socks, quickly pulling his fingers through his shoulder length hair. Instead of going straight to Dean's room he ran down the hall way and up a floor to his parent's room. Three servants, that were carrying five bags each, passed Sam each nodding slightly.

"Mom I need a new bed, I grew too tall for it aga…" Sam started and stopped midsentence as his hazel brown eyes landed on a pair of light blue eyes.

"Good morning Sam." The young man said. His smile was genuine and his blonde hair was spiked up into a foe hock.

"Ummm hi?" Sam said confused stretching his hand out to the man to shake. Sam stood only slightly shorter than him. Sam couldn't help but admire how handsome this man was. He had a confidence in how he stood and his smile was almost too dazzling.

"My name is Lucifer, but everyone calls me Luc. I hope we become…" Luc said looking Sam up and down a satisfied smile spreading over his face, "Close friends."

AN: What do ya'll think of Lucifer? Reviews PLEASE :) hope you liked Chapter 5