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Tweak says, "merfie lerfie!"

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 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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