Born Under a Bad Sign // Supernatural

eight

Born Under a Bad Sign: eight

Sam's staring. Blank-eyed staring.

This man, a man he met so briefly so many years ago was here. Sam didn't think he would ever see him again and yet here he was, so suddenly like one of god's archangels appearing before him. His minds flashes back to that dark night all those years ago, of an alleyway and a slip of white paper falling from his grasp.

"Aaron?" Lucifer asks, he's staring right back at Sam with wide eyes. But there's something else there, the same look Sam had been seeing in Dean and Castiel's eyes, the look in his father's eyes when he shot him, like the look of a screaming victim before they bit the dust.

"What?" Dean cuts in, his face dark and cold. Sam glances at him and suddenly he feels very, very small.

"You're that kid, from the bar, in the alley." Lucifer interrupts, that looks almost vanishes and he lets out a loud laugh. A laugh that felt warm, it plucked at Sam's heart and he felt something that he had never known before. "I thought I'd never see you again, you never called."

"You two...know each other?" Dean continues, Lucifer glances to him and nods.

"The bastard gave me a fake name though." He laughs again, though it's not warm anymore. Sam says nothing, Lucifer steps over and shakes his hand and smiles, he doesn't mention that kiss they'd shared and Sam doesn't mention the knife he held in his jacket that night.

It's after a roast dinner curtsy Chuck that Sam finally escapes, Castiel's family was all like him. Smiling, ignorant and cruel, they spoke to Dean as if he was one of them, and Dean hardly spared him but a glance, he held Castiel's hand after the meal and he'd smiled and laughed like he never had before. Dean was slipping away from Sam, eventually he would leave him for this new family, the Winchester family was little, and broken, and it was just Sam really, and Dean wanted more, he thought he should have more.

But all Sam wanted was Dean. To stay with him on the road forever, Dean used to smile a smile he saved only for Sam who never returned it but he smiled that smile anyway, but now, now he only gave that smile to Castiel. Castiel who returned that smile.

"Cold?" A voice asks softly, Sam glances up from his seat on the curb in front of the Novak household. Lucifer steps towards and sits down beside him, Sam glances to him a tilts his head to the side ever so slightly.

"I'll take that as a 'no'." Lucifer chuckles, he looks up and gazes at the stars for a second like he's waiting for Sam to speak. But Sam doesn't say anything.

"You don't talk much, do you?" Lucifer smiles softly, a crooked smile that crinkled up the edge of his eyes ever so slightly, "we should start again. That evening six years ago wasn't much of a first impression."

Sam looks at him, really looks at him. He likes Lucifer, he likes his blonde hair and bright eyes. He likes how he holds himself and how he doesn't talk to Sam in an odd way like most do. He holds out a hand, Sam takes it hesitatingly. "I'm Lucifer."

"Hi Lucifer, I'm Sam." Lucifer smiles again and shakes the Winchester's hand.

"Say Sam, would you be at all interested in going out on a little date of sorts, this Friday night?"