Supernatural One Shots/Ships/Rare!Ships

It's okay Lucifer, I don't bite (Samifer)

Sam, Sam would help me. And if he didn't then I would make him. I was standing in the field where I was put back into my cage. There was a crack, I took my chance. My wings were bloody and broken-well more than usual- with char marks and red and brown stains covered what were once resilient white feathers that glowed bright, but now they were just a wreck, dragging behind me like a sack full of dead weight, the humans around couldn't see them anyway. It was my entire vessel that looked like shit now.

I could feel Sam's presence about a mile off, I had been walking for days, just going on the feeling of Sam. I knew it well you know...we were bunk buddies. And when I got to the underground bunker that was in Kansas, I felt around for any hint that the oldest Winchester was home.

There was none. It was just Sam.

Now why did I want him to help me? Because I have a particular love for the moose boy. And if he doesn't help me he will kill me, and I was alright with it. I was done trying, trying for my fathers love, trying for forgiveness, trying for somebody, anybody to love me. I was done. I would gladly accept death. So there I was, knocking on the door, to the place where the attractive Sam Winchester lived.

It was wonderful to see his face again, even if it was contorted in fear, that part hurt just a little. "Lucifer? What the he'll are you doing here?" he took a step back, trying to get away from me I suppose. I guess torturing somebody for three years didn't make them very fond of you. It was just a...love...torture?

"I need help. I broke out of the cage and I-"

"Why would I help you? You're the devil, you're evil, and you have done no good to anybody or anything since you came here." he recoiled when I stepped inside of the door, shutting it behind me.

"You got me there Sammy, but since I have resurfaced I have harmed no one, I have talked to no one, I haven't changed the weather, and I don't want to start another apocalypse after my overly successful attempt last time." I brushed past him and went down the stairs, looking around. "Look, I'm not asking your hand in frikkin marriage Sam. I'm just asking you to fix me, my powers are slim to none without my body and wings in at least okay condition. And I'm not here to hurt you in any way, it's just that you're the only person that wouldn't have killed me on sight." I said, he scowled at me and took a step closer.

"I don't trust you, and I don't intend to help you, in any lucifer. Because you are not welcome here. You should be put back where you belong. In that cage." he spat. I shook my head and walked forward, taking his throat in my hand and squeezing slightly, he may be strong but my angel strength still held.

"Don't you ever say that again. I know I'm not a great person, and I'll accept that you want to kill me, but I wouldn't wish what I've been through on anyone! You hear? Now, are you going to help me or not because even though I'm an angel, I feel as though I might pass out." I let go of Sam and uncloaked my wings. Sam let out a gasp. "oh, now you care hm?"

"Lucifer what happened?" he asked, I shook my head and chuckled.

"The burn marks are from the on schedule torture that just makes my day a blast, if you mean the blood and the broken bones? That's also torture, but the reason they're scraped and hanging is because I had to break them to crawl through the crack and get to the surface. So I ask again, will you help me?" I looked into his hazel eyes and after a few minutes, he nodded. Sam went and got the overly large red trunk with a white cross on it. I raised an eyebrow.

"We get injured a lot," he said and I chuckled. Next he grabbed a backless chair that you would normally find in bars and told me to sit. After several hours of clenching my jeans so tight I thought my fingers were going to fall off, he had finished. He had to cut my shirt off because it was grimy and dirty, and so he could put my wings into place and bind them, wrapping the ace bandage to my body so that they would stay in place.

Next thing I knew he had a bucket of soapy water and a pair of shorts and boxers in his hands. "you can't get your wings wet so I thought you could at least wash yourself off with a wash rag. And these are for when you're done." he handed the items to me with a crimson face. "I'll be in the next room waiting for you." but I was already taking of my pants. I didn't mind, but Sam seemed very uncomfortable.

"Sam will you help me wash off? My entire body aches and I have almost zero energy." I hadn't put on my shorts yet because I needed to wash my whole body off. "Don't worry I won't bite." I said with a small smile. He picked up the bucket and started to wash off my arms, it felt nice to actually have somebody care for me. He washed off my chest and my legs, then on to my face, there were still some sensitive cuts on my face but I didn't flinch. He kept staring at me, looking into my eyes. I reached out and touched his face. But he didn't flinch away like he usually did.

"It's okay Lucifer, I don't bite." he smiled slightly. I gave him a bitch face. But I kept my hand on his face. Just looking at his eyes, his cheeks, his shiny brown hair, but especially his lips. 'He will probably hate me for this.' I thought, that was before I pushed forward and my mouth met his, it hurt a little because my lip was split. But Sam didn't pull away. He kissed back and it was nice. Once he pulled away he smiled before Going back to cleaning me up.