When It Rains…
Summary: Sam and Lucifer decide to spend the rest of the day in bed.
Rating: ‘E’ for Explicit
Tags: Slight Asphyxiation
This fic was written for Team Fuck Lucifer.
There’s rain pouring and it’s creating a foot deep trench of mud outside, a unanimous agreement made without interacting that today would be spent inside. Even from his room Sam can hear the sound of rain, faint but there, the rumbles of thunder making itself known whenever Sam feels the storm has passed.
It staves off his hunger and ritualistic grab of morning caffeine, instead only making his eyelids feel heavy and turn to the cooler spots on his pillow. It’s a relief the being next to him kisses the uncomfortable heat of his cheek away, having been buried into his pillow for hours upon hours away. It pulls and sinks him back into another hour of sleep.
rating: E | length: 71,262 words | pairings: sam/lucifer, dean/casConvinced by Dean to do him a favor, Sam finds himself filling in for his first few days on the job as a new roadie with Misplaced Grace. But by the time Dean shows up to take his place, Sam’s smashing straight into a big fat sexuality crisis in the form of the band’s lead guitarist, and isn’t quite sure he wants to spend the summer knee deep in law books after all.Meanwhile, Dean’s determined to have the best summer ever and do a job he’s actually good at with his favorite band. Particularly one favorite bassist. That is, if he can manage deal with the ten year crush he’s been toting around with him first.
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Gorillaz | Crystalised
drown me in this cover, pls
Just because Lucifer’s human now doesn’t mean everything’s fun and games. He still shouts and sulks and bitches, refuses to do things, mocks anyone and everyone, and is generally obnoxious enough that he puts even Dean to shame. Some days, Sam finds himself idly considering murder as he pulls Castiel and Lucifer apart or has to unwrap Lucifer’s hand from around Dean’s throat (or vice versa).
The days, though, aren’t a patch on the nights.
Lucifer has nightmares. Loud, screaming nightmares that end up with the whole of the bunker awake and Lucifer on the floor of his room, tangled in blankets and soaked in sweat. Sam’s always the first on the scene - the only one, now Dean’s ascertained that it’s not someone breaking in, and after Lucifer hit Castiel the last time his brother tried to offer comfort - the first to find the ex-archangel shivering and wide-eyed, arms wrapped around him as if he can squeeze the horrors out of himself by force.
Sam doesn’t know what to do. How the hell can he? He’s not had nightmares, not since he was five and Dean gave him a knife to put under his pillow so he could kill the monsters that lived under his bed, and he’s sure as hell never had to comfort an archangel before.
Hahaha oh my, I had so many problems doing this, some of them moral, some other anatomical :XD: Hahaha So……
(I’m in finals week, but I’ll try to upload one every day… BEWARE, there will be dicks!) (BTW I will be super tagging this so kids won’t be scared! xD)
This is specially dedicated of course!
In which an old friend turns up and everyone else gets a bit too drunk.
She continues to eye him. “No, seriously, where the fuck did he come from? Did he escape from a football soap opera? Shouldn’t he be crying over his high-school girlfriend’s grave somewhere with The Fray playing in the background?”
Luke snorts out a laugh.
“Hey!” Sam snaps.
“What?” Luke simply shrugs. “You’re very Americana.”
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