Falling For the Angels // Destiel & Samifer

Chapter Twenty

~Lucifer~

"Just keep drinking, Sam", I soothed him as he grabbed another can of beer.

I had appeared when Castiel went into Dean's room. Sam was more drunk than I could even imagine. I was helping him drain his sorrows. At least he couldn't ignore me then.

He slumped down on a chair and his head fell forward. It looked like he was on the verge of passing out so I grabbed his floppy hair by the roots and pulled tightly so he was sitting up again.

"Ow", Sam groaned.

He was quite cute when he was drunk.

"Lucifer", Sam muttered under his breath as he grabbed my wrists from his head and turned to face me on the chair.

I smirked down at him and he sheepishly grinned back.

"You've changed your attitude", I commented.

I was completely sober. It was Sam who was wasted which is why it was amusing for me to watch him. All the anger from earlier on was gone and I was back to having fun with messing with him.

Sam stood up, still holding his grip on my wrists. He was laughing for no apparent reason. I couldn't hide my smile.

"I think it's funny that you're really an angel", Sam started laughing again.

"Yes, it's hilarious", I went along with it as his grin grew wider.

His hands tightened on my wrists and he was pulling me along with him as he walked backwards to the sofa. Trailing up my arms, his hands soon made their way around my neck and suddenly Sam fell down on the sofa and I landed on top of him, straightening my arms beside his head.

I smiled devilishly down at him. Dean's bedroom door swung open which caused Sam to jump and fall off the sofa, grabbing my shirt and pulling me down with him.

Castiel was about to storm out before his eyes landed upon me. He stopped immediately.

"Lucifer", Castiel said, looking at me and then Sam.

I stood up, brushing imaginary dust off of my shirt.

"Castiel", I replied, "You're still wearing that trench coat?"

"Dean told me-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Dean walked out.

"Cas, look, I'm-" Dean paused and anger replaced his expression when he noticed me, "What the hell is this jackass doing here?"

Dean paced towards me, about to throw a punch in my face but I quickly grabbed his fist and spun it around so that I had him in a headlock. I moved my face towards his ear so he could hear every word I said.

"That's not the nicest way to greet an old friend", I scolded him, my arm around his neck harshly becoming tighter.

"Let him go", Castiel snapped.

"Or what?" I asked him.

Castiel didn't reply. I smirked satisfactorily in response.

"Ah", I nodded with understanding, "You haven't told Dean yet. Interesting".

Castiel's eyes slightly widened and I winked at him. I looked back at Dean who was struggling and let him go in one fluent motion. He almost fell to the ground but managed to stumble on his feet over to Castiel.

"Are you okay?" Castiel asked Dean and they both shared an awkward look.

"I'll let you two flirt", I walked over to Sam who was still on the floor, playing with his hair.

I crouched down and grabbed the back of Sam's plaited shirt, lifting him upwards.

"I'll return my bitch back to you later", I told them sarcastically.

I gave them one last smirk before flashing Sam and I both away.