Falling For the Angels // Destiel & Samifer

Chapter Twenty Two

~Sam~

Lucifer flashed us into a strange room with red walls and a black chandelier. I ignored the location and turned back to Lucifer with a suggestive smirk.

"Let's continue what we started back there", I flirtatiously winked and snagged my arms around his neck.

Just before I could reach his lips with mine, Lucifer's hand blocked our mouths and he gently pushed me away.

"No, no, no", Lucifer shook his head with a small smile, "As much as this is entertaining me, we're never gonna go that far".

I pouted.

"Not when you're drunk anyway", Lucifer muttered under his breath as he walked to lean sideways against the wall, his arms crossed.

Had I heard that right? Probably not. I couldn't even make out what I was saying at the moment. I decided not to make too much of it.

"But Luciiii", I whined but soon cheered up when I spotted a mini cocktail umbrella decoration scattered on the floor, "I love these things!"

I placed the pink and yellow mini umbrella in my hair as an accessory and I suddenly felt fabulous.

Lucifer laughed slightly before clicking his fingers and a bed appeared in front of me. Without any second thoughts, I fell down stomach-first onto the bed and buried my face into the mattress.

"I'll be back when you're awake and sober", Lucifer informed me.

I tried to sit back up but my body was pulling me back towards the comforting pillow-like mattress. I heard the door shut and I felt lonely.

Sleep soon took over my body.

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Waking up in the morning was one of the hardest tasks I had ever faced. I was greeted with the worst hangover that I wouldn't even wish upon my worst enemy. Enemy...Nemesis...Villain...Devil...Lucifer.

Lucifer.

I couldn't remember it all so well but I had a horrible feeling in my stomach when I woke up. I vaguely recalled making an idiot out of myself with Lucifer. We didn't...do anything, did we? I knew I got flirty when I was drunk. And I knew I got stupid.

Suddenly, the door swung open. In walked the last person I wanted to see. Lucifer.

"Oh, good", Lucifer nodded, "You're awake".

He clicked his fingers and a radio randomly appeared right next to my head on the pillow. I jumped with fright when Angel of the Morning started playing in full volume on the radio. I quickly slammed my hand onto the radio, pressing the off button with ultimate force.

"Not a Pretenders fan?" Lucifer joked, an innocent look on his face.

"Not a fan of loudness during a crap hangover", I moaned, rolling over with tiredness.

"I like drunk Sam Winchester", Lucifer commented and my whole body tensed up.

I suddenly jumped up and looked around frantically.

"Wait", I realised, running my fingers back through my hair with panic, "Where are we? Where's Dean? Why are you even here? Why...Why is there an umbrella in my hair?"

I pulled the umbrella out and stared at it with confusion before dropping it onto the floor.

"One question at a time, Sam", Lucifer raised his eyebrows, "We're just in a random place I happened to teleport us to. Things with Dean and Castiel were getting irritating so I got us out".

"Us?" I asked.

"I wasn't just going to leave you there, lying so preciously on the floor", Lucifer cooed sarcastically.

"Why aren't you threatening me?" I questioned, "Punching me, strangling me, torturing me, anything. Why are we just...talking?"

Lucifer laughed slightly and approached me, lifting his hand.

"See you soon, Sam".

Lucifer pressed his hand against my forehead and, before I knew it, I was back home.