#ic; lucifer

[hell-sam]

@blood-driven

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They were both curled up inside Nick's head, two twins only differentiated by their clothes laying together in the same old bed they met on all those years ago. The real body, in the outside world, was discarded in a nap-like state under a tree. While the archangel and the human soul rested off the journey in each other's arms, in the depths of his mind.

Things were peaceful for the longest time, until Lucifer opened his eyes just a crack. The faint orangish-red glow barely peeking from under the eyelids. He sensed something that Nick didn't, his nigh-omniscience stirring him even in his fatigued state. Lazily, Lucifer brushed his cheek up Nick's temple, his voice weak when he finally spoke.

"Something's coming, I need you to go out there."

The human, despite his weariness, perked his head next. He was about to protest or plead for his angel not to leave him, but when his eyelids lifted up his sight wasn't of his mirror image. It was a face he didn't recognize, youthful and large-eyed... those eyes felt wrong but Nick wasn't really one to experience fear, so he rested his head back down against the dead grass.

[hell-sam]

For a change... he says nothing. He does appear to be a tad judgemental, however.

[hell-sam]

Tousle (from Delilah because ✨️shes a girl✨️ and her dad's hair is long)

Sam's eyes shot wide open, shoulder jolting upwards as he tried to quickly straighten his posture and brush away the hand that touched him. Despite the surprise and breach to his space, Sam remained gentle - merely guiding the hand away from his body while the rest of himself tried to appear a bit smaller.

"Handsy that one, ain't she?" Lucifer snickered. But Sam ignored him that time, eyes remaining focused on the young woman.

"Hey... uh - sorry do I - do I know you?" He tried.

[hell-sam]

STARTER FOR @taleswritten

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If he wasn't lost before, he sure as Hell was now.

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to figure out where Lucifer had dumped them both in this time. He could see what looked like civilization in the distance. Sure. Why not. Things looked far from normal and therefore going into the heart of things was the most logical conclusion.

"Once a freak always a freak. Even in a world that has nothing to do with you, somehow you find a way to attract quite the gaze." Lucifer mused, tapping the tip of his finger against his puckered bottom lip. His blue irises darted around from face to face, normal humans seemingly, but clad in clothes that were too old. The armor stood out to Sam, and he soon found out that they weren't letting strangers in without some papers.

"Out of luck. To the woods you go." Lucifer waved his fingers at Sam, shooing him away from the iron-clad guard at the bridge. Sam shot him a look of annoyance and took a couple steps back to re-assess his next move. Society declined him, and something told him the wilderness wasn't going to be any kinder.

He tussled his hair, taking in a deep - fresh - breath of air into his lungs before exhaling slowly through his nose. At least pollution didn't seem to reach this world. He felt like he could at least partake in the appreciation of earth's current condition. Maybe that's why Lucifer chose this place.

"What now." He grumbled to himself, turning to stare at Lucifer as his arms folded tightly.

Lucifer mimicked him with a pout. "Think your little angel blade can handle what's in the woods?" He then grinned.

Sam blinked slowly, his ever-red eyelids fluttering a couple times as more air escaped his lungs.

"You'll grow bored of this place in two days." Sam replied, long legs beginning to walk away from the town and the men gawking at him for a myriad of reasons.

"Ahhh, but I wouldn't be so sure." Lucifer tutted in turn.

[hell-sam]

amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car . (Dean @vvaywardhunter)

"Dean, c'mon..."

Sam's plea fell on deaf ears. His eyes watched in defeated silence as his brother's fingers reached over and turned the music up, putting up a barrier between them. He blinked slowly, chest rising in a deep breath that turned into a sigh. With his shoulders slumping in defeat, Sam turned his side against the front seat, lowering his head.

He felt like a kid again. Shut down, invalidated, and pushed to -

"He has no respect to you at all." Lucifer snickered from his spot in the back seat. Somehow his hushed tone carried beyond the loud music, like something that was always destined to find itself in the depths of his bones. "Put you in time out like you're four again."

"Shut up..." Sam muttered to himself. His hazels shifted to the rear-view mirror, catching a brief glance of those blue eyes before turning to look out the window. Two thumbs found each other, one digging under another black and damaged one. Peeling at it slowly. Carefully.

[dismalice]

"Uh--" On one hand, get it girl! Slay! On the other hand, Hello? That's his fucking daughter???

[dismalice]

"Oh, now here's an idea," the taller snowman started, waving his hand as he spoke. "You've got a hat, and I've got a hat, but I need my hat to keep on livin'. Last time I checked, only I needed a hat to keep on kickin', so how's about we try this." Frosty reached over towards Lucifer's head and plucked his top hat off of it. The snowman then rose it up to his own head, placing Lucifer's on top of his top hat. He smiled innocently, being cautious to not move his head around. "Two's a pair, or, uh, I think that's how the sayin' goes."

"Hahaha! Classic!" Some awkward instinct causes Lucifer to laugh at the joke even though he has no idea what's supposed to be funny about it, or what that supposed saying even is. What on Earth is this guy's deal anyway, swiping his hat like that? How does he know Lucifer doesn't need his hat to live? That would have been a pretty fucked up murder. "You, uhhh... You wanna give that back, buddy?"

[hell-sam]

❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car . (sam)

Ask Prompt [Accepting]

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"I want to hold you close... Skin pressed against me tight, Lie still, and close your eyes, girl -"

Lucifer's voice was smooth, reaching Sam's ear from the back seat of the Impala. The tone going on and mixing with the contrasting rhythm that Led Zeppelin carried his lyrics with. He did his best to try and focus on Dean's music rather than the Devil in the back, teasing and planting uncomfortable ideas in his head. Sam closed his eyes and exhaled, leaning his head back against the seat.

"So lovely, it feels so right."

He tried to swallow subtly, bringing a thumb and an index finger to his inner thigh as he pinched the muscle through the jeans. Sam made the motion casual by rubbing his thumb over the spot afterwards. Like he just got itchy, the seam of his jeans was rubbing against the spot with the vibrations of the car. Nothing about it felt right. He had to sneak another pinch in.

"I want to hold you close, Soft breasts, beating heart,"

Sam rolled his neck slightly, opening his eyes to glance in the side mirror at Lucifer's smirking face in the back. He swallowed again, feeling the discomfort in his belly spreading into a heat that caused him to feel sick. Somehow, the fact Lucifer sang well rather than falsely, made the whole ordeal worse. If he was a shit singer maybe at least then it would be harder to take him seriously. But each word passing those rough lips made bile rise in the back of his throat. The genuine neediness mixing with the wrongness, the guilt, the shame.

"As I whisper in your ear..."

Lucifer leaned forward between the two front seats, invisible to one, but all too real for the other. Sam nuzzled the back of his head further into the seat, his palm rubbing down his own thigh as the sense of dread crept through him and tugged at something inside. The archangel's voice dropped, becoming dangerously low. His upper lip just barely brushed against the fuzzy hairs on the shell of Sam's ear the words purred out as both a threat and a promise.

"I want to tear you fucking apart."

Sam's eyes glazed over for a brief moment, his mind a foggy, damp haze of fear, disgust and desire. His body beckoning him to turn his head and press his lips against the one it perceived to be his owner. The air in the Impala had gotten too thick and difficult to inhaled with his nose, Sam gulping the air with his mouth in a couple rushed gasps as his arm shot out and turned Dean's music up, to deafen not only Lucifer's singing but hopefully permanently damage his own ears.