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wantedthedevil (wantedthedevil) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2013-01-26 13:23:00

Entry tags:

lucifer, sam winchester

WHO: Lucifer & Sam Winchester
WHAT: Lucifer misses Sam. He does something that he knows is probably a truly horrible idea. But he really wanted to say hi.
WHEN: January 26th; Afternoon
WHERE: Sam's Apartment
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

So, he hadn't went out of town for the weekend. Instead, Lucifer was pacing his apartment, trying to think of something to do. As it was, he didn't really feel much like going out. The appeal of just blindly wandering the city wasn't really making its mark like it normally did, and while he supposed he could have gone and pestered Claire to see if Meri could come out and play, she and Dean were having more than enough issues of their own without him sticking his nose in and being an irritant. He could have gone and bugged Gabriel, but considering his brother's reaction to everything that had happened the last few days, Lucifer figured it was better to just give him his space and allow him to try and cool his head. Gabriel wasn't someone who got angry often, and when it happened, it was better to try not and set him off. Otherwise, you might end up in the middle of a massacre or a smoldering crater.

As it was, Lucifer just really wanted to talk to someone, but his options at the moment were severely limited. Especially when it came to who he actually wanted to talk to. It was a horrible idea. Sam was still just getting used to the idea that he wasn't a hallucination. To just randomly appear in his apartment would probably send the kid into a coronary. But Lucifer had to prove he was harmless somehow and keeping his distance, well, that had never really worked as a strategy for him. He was more the smother someone with annoying affection until they relented and loved you back type. And that had to work with Sam. He was willing to put money on it.

Stopping in the middle of his apartment, Lucifer turned, glancing left and right, before taking a slow, deep breath. If he was going to do this, he might as well do it now. That way, if Sam decided to kill him, he could -- hopefully -- come back before Gabriel laid the place to waste.

Shifting without a single bit of effort, Lucifer appeared in Sam's apartment in the exact spot he'd been standing in his own. "Knock, knock. I hope you don't mind, but I let myself in!"

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gradeafreak
2013-01-26 07:52 pm UTC (link)

To anyone who knew the sort of life that a hunter leaded, who knew the types of motel rooms they often called home, who knew about the greasy meals they ate whenever they could find the time, they would have been hard pressed, when faced with his apartment, to believe Sam Winchester had ever been a part of any of it. For starters, there weren't duffel bags of clothing and various weapons tucked away in convenient to reach locations. The few weapons he had were either on his person or put away. His clothing was hanging in the closet and put up in the drawers. There also weren't any pizza boxes or empty fast food bags lying about, littering the counters or filling up the trash can. Instead, there was a bowl of fresh fruit, purchased from a locally-grown market down the street, on his table. Yes, there was beer in the fridge, but there was also things like milk and juice. Not to mention actual meals that could be cooked, complete with containers to store any leftovers.

Most noticeably though, at least for anyone who knew the sort of life Sam had lived and what he'd been through, was the lack of anything keeping angels or demons away. There were no sigils on the walls, no traps hidden beneath rugs or on the ceiling. For all intents and purposes, the apartment was well-kept, organized, clean, and most definitely did not look like it belonged to someone who had spent his entire life being raised to be a hunter. Which, for someone who had wanted normalcy for as long as Sam had wanted it, it was definitely a nice change of pace.

That is, until Lucifer appeared in the middle of his living room. Then, Sam's rather resolute decision to not have means of both banishing, and trapping, the angel didn't seem like the smartest one he'd ever had. In retrospect, he wasn't sure why he'd ever thought it was a good idea, to not be prepared. Yes, he'd wanted to be able to have some place that wasn't seeped in the supernatural that he could call his own, but he really should have known Lucifer was not going to just stay away too.

Still. Unlike Adam, who was completely terrified of the Archangel, Sam wasn't so crippled by memories of his time in the cage that he couldn't deal with what was happening. In fact, he wasn't very afraid of Lucifer at all. More like despised him, and everything he stood for. Which had been a good thing, back home. Here, he wasn't sure what it was supposed to mean. He also didn't really care. People could judge him all they wanted for his opinions. They weren't the ones dealing with impromptu visits from the guy. That was all him. And now, he had to deal with it.

"Seriously?"

One word, spoken incredulously, was all Sam initially said as he stepped back inside from his porch. Shutting the door behind him, he fixed Lucifer with a hardened look. His jaw twitched slightly. He couldn't attack the angel? Fine. Nobody ever said he had to be nice, though.

"Get out."

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wantedthedevil
2013-01-26 08:21 pm UTC (link)

Lucifer's automatic reaction was to pout even if he'd completely expected this reaction. Actually, this was restrained compared to what he had actually expected Sammy to do. But there were no sigils to be seen, no angel blades laying out within easy reach, in fact, for a Winchester apartment, this placed looked surprisingly...normal. Glancing over at Sam, Lucifer's shoulders sagged at the command, "But I just came to say hi," He said. "Check up on how you're settling in. Can't I do that?" He asked, looking both confused and hurt even as he understood all too well.

"I would have brought a gift, but it was a spur of the moment decision," Lucifer said, offering Sam a sheepish smile. "I was trying to decide whether it was worth risking you stabbing me in the gut, but from the looks of things, I don't really have anything to worry about," He said, moving to one of the walls if only to glance away from Sam's expression. Lucifer wasn't really overly affected by Sam's patented bitchface, but it wasn't exactly something that he could stare at without feeling at least slightly bad about dropping in unexpectedly.

"Not even a sigil on the wall to try and keep us all out," Lucifer said, glancing back at Sam with a hint of a smile. "I must not be all that threatening, then."

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gradeafreak
2013-01-26 08:37 pm UTC (link)

Sam's jaw twitched again, his teeth only just barely avoiding being ground together out of frustration. This, he decided, was ridiculous. It was one thing to be stalked by Lucifer when the guy wanted to wear you to the prom. It was another, however, to be stalked by him when he didn't. It was far more unnerving, mostly because Sam didn't know why Lucifer was doing it. If it was just some way to annoy him, it was definitely working, but there seemed to be more to it than that, somehow.

Not that Sam was entertaining the thought that Dean was right and Lucifer was actually trying to do right, for a change. He knew what Lucifer was like, knew how deep-seated his disgust and hatred for humans ran. No one, not Dean, not Lucifer, not even God Himself, was going to convince Sam that the guy was capable of turning it all around after a year or two on another planet. It just didn't add up.

Of course, all of that was neither here nor there at the moment. No, all that currently mattered was getting through this little meeting in one piece. The rest of it he could figure out later. Which meant acknowledging Lucifer now, as much as he was loathe to do so.

"I didn't want to keep Cas out," he finally said in regards to the lack of sigils. His tone was mostly flat but was also laced with an undercurrent of frustrated acceptance that yes, this was apparently a conversation that was going to take place, like it or not. "And, if I ever meet people and have them come over, I don't really feel like explaining why I have a bunch of drawings on my wall." The second bit was offered as an explanation mostly because it was the truth and Sam knew that trying to lie to Lucifer, even a little, would probably come across as though he had something to hide. Which would make Lucifer all that more interested in him.

Stifling a sigh as the reality of the situation hit him once more, Sam turned and calmly locked the door leading to his porch. Then he headed past Lucifer, into the kitchen. "And I'm not going to stab you," he finally admitted, raising his voice slightly to call it out over his shoulder. "Not until you've done something here that deserves it. I've dealt with your family enough back home. I don't want to be up to my neck in angels here, too, for not following the rules." Opening his fridge, he peered quickly inside before grabbing a beer. If this was going to take place, if he was really going to entertain the devil, he was having a drink. Screw it.

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wantedthedevil
2013-01-26 10:16 pm UTC (link)

"Come on, Sammy. Really. Your brother's been here long enough that pretty much anyone you meet, barring the locals, are going to know why you have drawings all over your walls," Lucifer said, knowing that as much as that bit about not wanting to keep out Castiel was true (that was always the hitch with those protections when you had the help of the same thing you were trying to keep out), there was definitely more to it than Sam was saying. "Though, to be fair, it'll be nice to have some place that isn't a minefield to jump into. I've got to be careful which part of Dean's house I pop in on, or I end up getting more than a bargained for."

Or at least, he had. There wasn't really so much of that anymore, but Lucifer figured that it might make Sam feel like his brother wasn't going nearly as loco as he might come off hearing that there were traps that he had encountered.

"And Mom help me if I try to go anywhere near Adam's place. I would end up screwed over six ways to Sunday on that one," Lucifer said, glancing at Sam with a slightly sheepish expression. "Not that I would really try. I've hurt him enough lately just on accident." Pausing to watch Sam, a bit confused at the fact that he wasn't being forcibly ejected even if he wasn't going to be stabbed, Lucifer shuffled a bit, at a loss for what exactly to do. "Sooooooo. Getting used to the place?"

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gradeafreak
2013-01-26 10:34 pm UTC (link)

Sam grit his teeth when Lucifer used that damn nickname of his. It was one thing for Dean or their dad to call him that. It was another thing entirely for Lucifer to do it. However, he also knew that to make a big deal out of it would just encourage the Archangel to keep it up, so instead of commenting he simply removed the cap on his beer and took a long drink.

It didn't really help, but it bought him enough time to listen to what Lucifer was saying without commenting. At least, not at first. When asked a direct question, though, Sam knew he couldn't keep up the "pretend Lucifer is just an annoying voice on the television" routine any longer. Although, before answering what he'd been asked, Sam instead fixed Lucifer with a hard look.

"You are going to stay away from Adam."

The words were spoken with a firmness that left no room for doubt as to whether or not he was kidding. There was no negotiation to be had, no potential halfway point they might meet. Either Lucifer was going to stay away from Adam, or Sam was going to make sure he did. That was all there was to it. And, one of the very few perks of dealing with the devil meant that you never really had to spell out the "or I'll" part of it. If anyone knew how twisted humanity could get when they set their minds to it, it was him. Especially when it came to what Sam, himself, was capable of doing for his family.

So instead of tagging anything else on, or even trying to comment about Dean - although Sam was pretty surprised to hear there was any place in that entire house that an angel couldn't tread - Sam just took another drink of his beer then snorted, "And yeah. I'm, you know, settling right in. It's a great little vacation spot. I'm loving it. Really."

He couldn't have spoken in a dryer tone if he tried.

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wantedthedevil
2013-01-26 10:49 pm UTC (link)

Lucifer slumped, a sudden heaviness coming over him at Sam's statement, at the words that come out with such insistence. It wasn't like he was planning on traveling down that path again. He'd done enough damage just by trying to help. He'd made a huger mess of things, and as he looked at Sam, an expression that almost looked pained on his features, he just dumbly nodded, "I know," Lucifer said. "I've already made enough of a mess with that one, both on purpose and trying to fix what I'd already done. I really... don't want to make things any worse. Which I would do, ultimately. Seems to be the one thing I'm actually any good at, screwing things up."

It was rare, if ever, that Lucifer doubted himself. He was the second most powerful angel, the Lord's favorite (or at least, before the fall, he had been), both brilliant and skilled, but when it came to actually interacting with humanity, with not breaking them in the ways that he had always indulged in, or at least, allowed his own children to indulge in, Lucifer was more than lost most of the time.

More often than not, what he thought would help only ended up hurting or making a situation that much worse, and he was barely getting the hang of not doing that at the moment. So as Sam made his last comment, two parts warred inside of him. One which wanted to offer to try and make Sam more comfortable, and the other which told him he would only end up screwing it up again.

In the end, Lucifer went with the obvious winner. Since when had he ever erred on the side of caution?

"I could probably help that that, if you want," Lucifer suggested. "Make it actually a little more vacation-y."

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gradeafreak
2013-01-26 11:08 pm UTC (link)

For a long moment, Sam didn't respond. It wasn't the offer that had thrown him off his game, though. It wasn't even the fact that he had no intention of taking Lucifer up on that offer and Lucifer should have known as much. No, Sam paused because, well, between Lucifer's obvious shift in posture at the mention of Adam, coupled with the unusual expression that was almost remorse of all things, Sam wasn't quite sure what to say or do. Until that moment, he'd been completely convinced Lucifer was just manipulating all of them, just biding his time until he could make whatever move he was going to make, with no one lining up to stop him. And yes, a very large part of Sam was still convinced that was the case.

But a small part of him was starting to wonder.

With a slight scoff, and a shake of his head to clear his mind a bit, Sam took another drink of his beer. "Yeah, no," he remarked in what wasn't necessarily a light tone but wasn't quite as filled with rage and loathing as it had been. "I've seen your idea of a vacation. Definitely don't need a repeat." Not that he actually thought Lucifer was referring to trying to destroy all of mankind or anything. In fact, the comment was far more sarcastic humor than anything else.

"So does this place ever settle down? At all?" Sam asked almost immediately after that. And that was what he was talking about. Why had he asked that? Why had he asked Lucifer that? Sure, he'd thought it, but saying what he thought should be something he could control.

Except, apparently, in Colligo.

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wantedthedevil
2013-01-27 12:05 am UTC (link)

"Ideas change," Lucifer said, peering at Sam intently before moving to sit himself down, flopping back on the couch and making himself comfortable. There really wasn't any reason that he had to stand awkwardly other than he felt like he probably should. "Enough time passes, and your whole perspective can shift," He said, glancing back at Sam with a thoughtful expression. "Which I imagine is probably impossible to believe, but this place, it's a hell of a thing once you actually let it impact you."

Throwing his hands up behind his head, Lucifer had to laugh at Sam's question, shaking his head slowly, "Depends on what you mean by settle down. We do occasionally gets breaks from the random forced insanity, but all and all, it's one thing or another throwing itself in the way. You just got hit at an rather bad time, what with all your family practically flooding in at once," He said with a bit of a snort. "Your Dad's made a wonderful first impression on everyone here, by the by. In fact, I wouldn't be too horribly surprised if there was a very awkward divorce in his future."

All right, maybe that was going a bit overboard, but Mary didn't seem exactly impressed with the way that John was behaving or how he had decided to raise their boys. Lucifer would be sincerely surprised if something didn't break eventually between Mommy and Daddy.

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gradeafreak
2013-01-27 02:43 am UTC (link)

There were a lot of things that you could say to Sam and get away with it. You could insult him all you wanted. You could even insult Dean and their father, to a lesser extent. But if there was one thing you didn't do, or one thing that Lucifer, at least, should not have done, it was bring up the topic of Mary. Because while it was true that Sam didn't have any memories of his mother from when he was an infant, and now knew she wasn't quite as perfect as John had always made her seem to be and Dean wanted desperately to believe she was, she was still his mother. And okay, so technically what Lucifer was saying had far more to do with his dad, but Sam really didn't care. The mere idea of Lucifer even thinking about her made his skin crawl and his blood all but boil.

"Shut up."

His voice trembled slightly even as he said the words softly. Deceptively calm, he set his beer down on the nearest flat surface before turning a hardened look onto the Archangel. "You don't get to speak about my mother," he stated firmly. "You don't know her. You don't know my dad. You don't know any of us, not half as well as you think you do, I don't care how close you've managed to get to Dean and his family."

Of course, the real problem with all of this was that Sam knew there was still the chance that Lucifer was right, because it's not like Sam knew his mom at all and he and his dad had never been terribly close. So, for all he knew, they really were on the path toward divorce. And that wasn't something he wanted to even consider.

Still. Sam wasn't going to let his own uncertainty provide Lucifer with fodder to keep going. So rather than voicing all of that, he simply focused back on the Archangel and continued in an angry tone, "You think I'm going to spend enough time in this place that I'm going to what, exactly? Learn to tolerate you? Learn to like you?" He snorted and shook his head.

"That," he said, "is never going to happen."

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wantedthedevil
2013-01-27 03:03 am UTC (link)

Yup. Definitely crossed over the line on that one. The second that Sam started telling him not to speak on it, Lucifer raised his hands in a surrender. He hadn't meant to cross nearly that far into a dangerous territory, only point to the fact that John wasn't just upsetting the other supernatural entities around here. But he supposed he could see where the insult could be taken from. He imagined he wouldn't be very thrilled if someone just came in and started talking shit about his Mom and how eventually she was going to let them all die from sheer neglect or something along those lines.

Maybe back home, but certainly not here, and he wouldn't have stood for it if someone even tried to make those sorts of allegations.

"All right. Cease and desist noted and upheld," Lucifer said, lowering his hands and running them over his knees, smoothing out the wrinkles in his pants as he thoughtfully considered Sam's other statement. Well, that sounded familiar. He was pretty sure it was similar to what Dean had once yelled at him while holding a gun in his face. And now, while he certainly knew that Dean would so not claim him as a friend, Lucifer certainly considered them to be on civil terms. He'd even managed to use the phrase 'You really like me!' on him without being faced with immediate objections.

"A year ago, your brother tried to shoot me in the face," Lucifer said, casting a sidelong gaze at Sam. "And now, I'm spending the week at his house basically having a slumber party with his kids. Come on, Sammy. Do you really think you're going to be able to hold out indefinitely? Dean hated me more than you did. We were at least on the same wavelength. Sympatico, dontchaknow? And you can admit it. If I hadn't been such a sadistic ass who was obsessed with murdering the whole of humanity, we could have gotten along. We would have. Are you going to admit it, or am I going to have to call you a liar?"

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gradeafreak
2013-01-28 04:12 am UTC (link)

The more Lucifer tried to goad him into admitting that they could have, and eventually would, get along, the more frustrated Sam became. "I am nothing like you!" he finally exclaimed, but there was the slightest bit of hesitation there. Because that was the thing. While Sam wasn't like Lucifer in the ways that really mattered, they did have far more in common than he ever wanted to admit. Even to himself. So his kneejerk reaction was to do what he'd always done: simply deny it with everything he had in him.

"Just because you want to think there's some kind of connection between us doesn't make it true, Lucifer. I'm not like you, I'll never be like you, and yeah. I'm pretty damn sure I can hold out on that indefinitely." The rest of what he had to say wasn't spoken with quite as much loathing as the initial denial, but it was obvious he was not happy to have been compared to the Archangel in the first place. Crossing his arms over his chest, he added stubbornly, "And there is nothing, other than your own word, that you aren't still a sadistic ass."

Because obviously that was the important part of all of this.

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wantedthedevil
2013-01-28 04:33 am UTC (link)

"You don't think I was always like that, do you?" Lucifer asked, not being wholly surprised by the outburst but still a little hurt by it. Because he'd never really said that Sam was like him in the ways that he found appalling. They had similarities, similarities in their existences, in their arguments with their fathers, in wanting to live their lives in ways that made sense to them, not because it was dictated that that was how it must be done. Some of their similarities might have come from his darker side, but most, most weren't. Most were from the person that he was without all of that history. His love for his brother, his dedication to what he thought was right no matter what the world around him said, his willingness to flaunt the rules should it mean a more beneficial outcome (or at least, what he believed would be a more beneficial outcome).

They were the same, no matter what Sam wanted to think, and as he looked sidelong at the young man, Lucifer sighed, shaking his head at Sam.

"We existed long before I fell," Lucifer said, closing his eyes. "It seemed quick to us, this falling out, but you have to understand, where you lot stand, it was thousands upon thousands of years between all of these events, between where we started and where we ended up, and I was an angel once. A right and proper angel with none of the bitterness or desire for vengeance with the worst vice I possessed being my pride. And I will tell you something. If there is one thing I have that you don't, it's the pride. But maybe that's a good thing," Lucifer said, opening his eyes and glancing back over at Sam with a slight half smile. "It's what allowed you to throw my ass back into that cage, after all. Protection of the brother at the expense of the self. Definitely not something I was capable of."

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gradeafreak
2013-02-28 03:40 am UTC (link)

Great. Story time. Because that was exactly what Sam wanted to do. Sit in his apartment, drink a beer, and listen to Lucifer wax poetic about his time in Heaven. Sounded... about like his life, really, now that he thought about it. He really hadn't been kidding when he'd told Dean their lives were weird. They really, really were.

Of course, weird or not, it was his life and, truth be told, he wouldn't really trade it. Even if there were times, like right now, that he sort of wished he could.

Sighing softly as Lucifer spoke, Sam eyed him closely. When the Archangel finally stopped, he replied simply with, "Yeah, no. Gabriel already tried selling me on the things we have in common. It didn't work then and it isn't going to work now. And I don't care what you were like before you became what you are. You are not like that now."

He wanted to stop speaking, with that. He really wanted nothing more than to clamp his mouth shut and not say anything else. However, much like with before, the second another thought flickered through his mind, it was passing his lips whether he liked it or not.

"And it wasn't Dean, that helped me take back control, that day," he admitted grudgingly, as much as he hated to do so. He tried his best not to say another word but, with a brief pause, the words still came. "I wish I could say it was, but it wasn't."

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wantedthedevil
2013-02-28 04:02 am UTC (link)

"No. I'm guessing it probably wouldn't have," Lucifer said with a hint of a smile. Whatever the situation, he knew his brother, and Lucifer would have bet anything that Gabriel hadn't delved beyond what was important in the immediate moment, beyond what he'd thought could get him the results that he needed, but as Lucifer looked at Sam, he was seeing more than their rebellious side or their birth order. He was seeing strength, cleverness, devotion, determination, loyalty, the things that he'd once embodied only to throw them away. "But the difference right now, Sammy, is that I don't need you as an overcoat anymore. I'm just looking for a little understand, maybe a bit of patience and tolerance on your behalf."

Blinking a bit in the face of the confession, though, all thought of himself was forgotten (all right, not forgotten... shelved for the moment), and instead, he turned to the statement that Sam had made.

"It wasn't?" Lucifer asked, obviously interested. "I could have sworn... But I suppose, I have been wrong about these things before. You Winchesters, so darn unpredictable."

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gradeafreak
2013-02-28 04:20 am UTC (link)

Sam had hoped, however faintly, that Lucifer wouldn't ask. Hell, he had hoped he could refrain from even saying it in the first place. But, as was typical, luck was definitely not on his side. Not that he was too surprised Lucifer asked. Anyone probably would have, so he couldn't really be angry because of it. It did annoy him, though, that he felt almost a compulsion to answer even if he wanted nothing more than to change the subject to pretty much anything else.

"No," he finally admitted grudgingly, his brow furrowing a bit at the memory. It hadn't exactly been a pleasant experience for him. Not that he needed to tell Lucifer that. With a soft sigh, Sam gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. "It was the car."

Realizing how utterly ridiculous that sounded, he was quick to elaborate, "I mean, it was the memories associated with the car. Riding around in that backseat with Dean while dad dragged us all over the country. Carving our names into the upholstery, melting army men into the door handles. It was..." He considered for a moment how to really explain it then settled with, "the emotions that went with it all. I mean, yeah, Dean was a big part of it, but it wasn't Dean that brought me back. Just the memories reminding me I was human."

A brief pause and Sam let out a loud breath of air, asking in frustration, "And why am I saying all of this?!"

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wantedthedevil
2013-02-28 04:47 am UTC (link)

"Maybe because I have a trusting face?" Lucifer suggested with a grin and a bat of his eyelashes just to make a point before shrugging a bit. He had absolutely no idea why Sam was telling him all of this, much less so freely and openly, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Just take what he could get out of it and be satisfied. "It's not just you lot that have things like that," Lucifer said, suddenly feeling a little defensive, as if humans were the only ones capable of pure emotions, of emotions so overwhelming that they would enable them to a feat like Sam had performed. "I remember my brothers in the same way, not with tangible ties most of the time, but as fondly," He said, trailing off with a frown. Why did this suddenly feel like it was a competition? Angel vs. Human. The bout to settle who had it better.

"Maybe if my memories had been a little bit fresher," Lucifer said with a shrug, trailing off for a moment before tacking on. "Who knows. Just because you're human doesn't make you anything special in the caring about those close to you department."

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