story for the sam to my luci
Title/Prompt: Broken
Pairing Sam/Lucifer
Rating PG-13 for themes
Word Count 820
Author's note Written for queen_insane because a. she prompted me, and b. she is just getting home from being in Europe way too long for my liking.
It is two months, three days, seven hours and twelve minutes from when Lucifer first appears to Sam in his dreams until the moment Sam says yes to the Morningstar.
At first Sam spends his time attempting to keep from falling asleep, but after a week, he can't help it any more. Lucifer becomes a constant companion, of sorts, always there when Sam closes his eyes.
He doesn't push after the first night, though, which surprises Sam. He gets used to the quiet interactions in his dreams - Lucifer settled on the bed beside him, talking calmly and soothingly about what life has been like for him. Sam tries to avoid interest, but the stories capture him anyhow, and he finds that he almost understands.
A month into their interactions, something changes. Lucifer appears, but he is not speaking of his own life, he is speaking of Sam's. He begins with small things, things that Sam barely recalls about his childhood. Moments when he feared for his dad. Hours waiting in hotel rooms for Dean to come back.
The time he ran away, and found a dog. The first time he kissed Jessica.
Lucifer paints the pictures so perfectly, weaving the colour of memory with that heartfelt brush of desire, and Sam hates that he yearns towards what the Morningstar says. Hates that he yearns toward Lucifer himself.
Every night becomes the same, Lucifer slips onto the bed and breaks Sam's heart a little more, reminding him of all the times he ran to... something. Ran to him.
One night he is drunk when he falls into bed, and something in him snaps as Lucifer speaks of Jessica.
"What do you know?" he yells, flailing wildly at the angel. He feels so torn apart inside, and Dean hasn't answered any of his calls, and he is scared because he actually is starting to like having Lucifer mind stalk him.
"I know that you miss your brother," Lucifer says quietly.
Sam chokes back a sob.
"And I know that you want me here, because while I am not him, I am here," the angel says, stepping closer and touching Sam's cheek lightly. "I am here, and I will not leave unless you demand it of me. Even then, I'll come back when you call," he says, half a threat and half a promise, and Sam doesn't know which part he fears more.
"Leave," Sam says brokenly. "Please."
When he turns around, Lucifer is gone.
He sleeps without interruption for a week. He calls Dean daily, leaving messages each time. One day he doesn't get the voice mail message at all - instead of Dean's voice, it is a woman telling him that the number he has dialled is no longer in service.
Lucifer comes that night, though something is different. He simply stands there, waiting for something.
Sam knows what Lucifer is waiting for, and he gives it. His fury is unleashed and he is lashing out at the angel with fists and feet. He calls Lucifer all sorts of names, and at some point the angel's face becomes Dean's and Sam doesn't even stop. He rails against the authority of his brother, the anger of his father. He swings his fists at the monster that he sees himself to be, and all the while, Lucifer takes it.
He stands there, letting Sam hit him, letting Sam see him as all those against whom he rages, and he doesn't move until Sam stops, sliding to the floor in exhausted tears.
That's when the Morningstar kneels next to Sam and asks him, for the first time since he first approached his vessel, "Where are you?"
The difference is that this time Sam answers, the words a broken sob as he presses his lips to Lucifer's.
He awakens to see Lucifer reclining on his bed.
"You were weeping in your sleep, Samuel," the angel says, a statement that might have been out of concern, if there were any emotion behind it. "You feel so deeply."
Sam tries to look away, but Lucifer has his chin between his thumb and forefinger and forces him to remain as he is.
"I am here, Samuel. I promised I would come when you called me," he says, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb and licking the offending droplet away. "How odd that your tears are sweet to me," he murmurs, and Samuel shudders at the inquisitive wonder that he hears in Lucifer's voice.
Sam watches the angel with wide eyes, and swallows audibly when Lucifer looks at him with a soft smile.
"Samuel," he says quietly. "I am asking for permission. All that anger... all that sorrow - I will protect you from all of it if you will let me."
Sam only hesitates for a moment before he gives his answer, and his mind is firmly upon Dean as he speaks.
"Don't leave me. Ever."
Lucifer smiles and the world is engulfed in light.
Pairing Sam/Lucifer
Rating PG-13 for themes
Word Count 820
Author's note Written for queen_insane because a. she prompted me, and b. she is just getting home from being in Europe way too long for my liking.
It is two months, three days, seven hours and twelve minutes from when Lucifer first appears to Sam in his dreams until the moment Sam says yes to the Morningstar.
At first Sam spends his time attempting to keep from falling asleep, but after a week, he can't help it any more. Lucifer becomes a constant companion, of sorts, always there when Sam closes his eyes.
He doesn't push after the first night, though, which surprises Sam. He gets used to the quiet interactions in his dreams - Lucifer settled on the bed beside him, talking calmly and soothingly about what life has been like for him. Sam tries to avoid interest, but the stories capture him anyhow, and he finds that he almost understands.
A month into their interactions, something changes. Lucifer appears, but he is not speaking of his own life, he is speaking of Sam's. He begins with small things, things that Sam barely recalls about his childhood. Moments when he feared for his dad. Hours waiting in hotel rooms for Dean to come back.
The time he ran away, and found a dog. The first time he kissed Jessica.
Lucifer paints the pictures so perfectly, weaving the colour of memory with that heartfelt brush of desire, and Sam hates that he yearns towards what the Morningstar says. Hates that he yearns toward Lucifer himself.
Every night becomes the same, Lucifer slips onto the bed and breaks Sam's heart a little more, reminding him of all the times he ran to... something. Ran to him.
One night he is drunk when he falls into bed, and something in him snaps as Lucifer speaks of Jessica.
"What do you know?" he yells, flailing wildly at the angel. He feels so torn apart inside, and Dean hasn't answered any of his calls, and he is scared because he actually is starting to like having Lucifer mind stalk him.
"I know that you miss your brother," Lucifer says quietly.
Sam chokes back a sob.
"And I know that you want me here, because while I am not him, I am here," the angel says, stepping closer and touching Sam's cheek lightly. "I am here, and I will not leave unless you demand it of me. Even then, I'll come back when you call," he says, half a threat and half a promise, and Sam doesn't know which part he fears more.
"Leave," Sam says brokenly. "Please."
When he turns around, Lucifer is gone.
He sleeps without interruption for a week. He calls Dean daily, leaving messages each time. One day he doesn't get the voice mail message at all - instead of Dean's voice, it is a woman telling him that the number he has dialled is no longer in service.
Lucifer comes that night, though something is different. He simply stands there, waiting for something.
Sam knows what Lucifer is waiting for, and he gives it. His fury is unleashed and he is lashing out at the angel with fists and feet. He calls Lucifer all sorts of names, and at some point the angel's face becomes Dean's and Sam doesn't even stop. He rails against the authority of his brother, the anger of his father. He swings his fists at the monster that he sees himself to be, and all the while, Lucifer takes it.
He stands there, letting Sam hit him, letting Sam see him as all those against whom he rages, and he doesn't move until Sam stops, sliding to the floor in exhausted tears.
That's when the Morningstar kneels next to Sam and asks him, for the first time since he first approached his vessel, "Where are you?"
The difference is that this time Sam answers, the words a broken sob as he presses his lips to Lucifer's.
He awakens to see Lucifer reclining on his bed.
"You were weeping in your sleep, Samuel," the angel says, a statement that might have been out of concern, if there were any emotion behind it. "You feel so deeply."
Sam tries to look away, but Lucifer has his chin between his thumb and forefinger and forces him to remain as he is.
"I am here, Samuel. I promised I would come when you called me," he says, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb and licking the offending droplet away. "How odd that your tears are sweet to me," he murmurs, and Samuel shudders at the inquisitive wonder that he hears in Lucifer's voice.
Sam watches the angel with wide eyes, and swallows audibly when Lucifer looks at him with a soft smile.
"Samuel," he says quietly. "I am asking for permission. All that anger... all that sorrow - I will protect you from all of it if you will let me."
Sam only hesitates for a moment before he gives his answer, and his mind is firmly upon Dean as he speaks.
"Don't leave me. Ever."
Lucifer smiles and the world is engulfed in light.