Supernatural Oneshots

Dean and Sam/Lucifer-Who is who?

A request by bbgirl18  :D this is one where lucifer gets sick in Sam's body. I know that things happen a little differently but hey it's fanfic! Whatcha gonna do? Anyways enjoy!
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After lucifer had taken over Sam's body as a vessel, Dean wasn't all too happy at first with the archangel being inside his little brother. One moment it would be lucifer and the next it would be Sam. But after a short while Dean was able to accept his little brothers fate.
Dean walked into the dirty hotel room to see Sam sitting peacefully on the sofa, his head buried in a book. He looked over cautiously and waved a hand to catch his attention.

"Sam?" Sam looked up at him.

"Yeah it's me Dean. What's up?" Dean sighed in relief.

"Just checking that everything was ok bud. Ever since you became the vessel for lucifer everything has been a bit crazy that's all." Sam nodded. He went back to reading his book as Dean pulled out Sam's laptop. After a short while Dean looked over to Sam.

"Sam?" Sam's lips parted into a smile.

"Nope sorry deano. Me again!" Lucifer snapped the book shut and jumped off up the couch, dancing around like a lunatic.

"Ugh Sam! When was the last time you ate something that wasn't......leafy?!" Lucifer muttered to himself. He strolled over to the mini fridge and pulled out a couple of microwave burritos. Dean turned in his chair as he watched him heat them up in the microwave.

"Dude I seriously wouldn't consider eating those. They were here when we arrived. Must've been from the last guest." Lucifer shrugged as he watched them spin in the microwave. As soon as it dinged he pulled them out and ate them despite their temperature. He raided the fridge and are the entire contents until he felt satisfied. He sat down on the couch rubbing his now full stomach.

"All that food is going to make you sick you know that?" Lucifer raised a finger and shook it at Dean.

"No it'll make Sam sick. I'm just borrowing his meat sack as a vessel." He picked up his book and continued to read it. Dean kept secretly glancing over towards Sam, knowing that any moment his stomach would give in.

After a while Sam placed the book down and wrapped both arms around his stomach. He felt the sweat drip down his face as the bile rose in his throat.

"Sam you ok?" Dean stood up and rushed over to him. Sam pushed him out of the way as he ran into the bathroom and dropped himself in front of the toilet. He started to heave heavily but nothing came up. Dean rushed in after him and knelt down next to him.

"Ugh lucifer why?" Sam whispered as he heaved again, his body shaking.

"He was hungry Sammy. I'm sorry." Dean rubbed Sam's now sticky shirt. At long last Sam's stomach gave in as he lurched forward and was sick into the toilet.  He gagged before heaving more of the food from earlier.

"Ugh this sucks. Human bodies aren't useful for eating." Dean sighed.

"Serves you right lucifer." Dean grabbed a cloth and wiped Sam's forehead.

"Dean what are you talking about?" Sam vomited into the toilet again, sick dripping off of his lips.

"I was talking to lucifer." Dean looked bewildered.

"Of course deano. That's my name." Lucifer smiled weakly. He leant his head against the toilet seat as he wrapped his arms around his stomach.

"Ok I just wanna talk to Sammy and see that's he's alright. Lucifer could you do me that's favour?" He heard a loud sigh coming from Sam/lucifer.

"Dean? What happened?" Dean smiled.

"It's ok buddy. Lucifer ate too much food and made you very ill." Sam's face turned a very pale shade of white. Dean turned him around and faced him towards the bowl. His whole body shook as more watered down food came tumbling out of his throat.

After a short time Sam leant back against Dean, his whole body weak.

"I can't Dean. I can't let him take over." Dean brushed Sam's hair back.

"Who is this now? Sam or Lucifer?" Sam looked up.

"It's both of us Dean. I can't let lucifer take control of me and I can't let Michael win!" A mixture of two voices spoke softly to Dean. Dean shook his head.

"Ok. Sammy...I promise you we wil find some way to get this son of a bitch out of your body. And lucifer.....we can't make any promises." He picked Sam up off of the floor and half dragged him to his bed. He placed a trash can next to him and pulled the comforter over him.

"Try and get some sleep. We'll sort this out in the morning." Dean waited until Sam/lucifer had fallen asleep.

He clambered into his own bed and fell sound asleep, a million thoughts zooming around in head about his dear little brother.