#abelleinabrokenland

[morningstarendeavors]

Two ideas in one fic!

He woke up with his head on Lucifer’s chest. They’re alone in the backseat of the Impala, because the just-turned-fifteen-year-old Dean insisted he was old enough not only to properly join in hunts, but to have the honour of riding in the front seat. Sam had minded for a while, until his dear guardian angel offered to keep him company.

Something which, of course, dad and Dean were oblivious to.

Sam felt a little guilty about that, admittedly, but he couldn’t help but like it as well. Dad never told him things and even Dean kept stuff from him at times (though usually for more noble reasons), so Sam liked having something that was just his. His secret.

He sat up slowly, turning his head to look up at Lucifer who smirked and silently placed a finger to his lips. Sam nodded.

Dad was focused on the road while Dean fiddled with the radio. Sam sighed silently and let his weight rest against Lucifer’s side once more, smiling shyly when his angel placed a hand on top of his head and stroked his hair.

They arrived at a drab little motel a while later, exiting the car and gathering their bags from the boot, pulling duffel bags from amongst the stacks of weapons and supplies.

It’s the usual routine. Dad dons a suit, grabs some papers and fake ID and leaves them alone with a few scrunched up bank notes to buy dinner with. There’s a small corner shop attached to the hotel so Dean goes and buy them some ready-made meals to be eaten straight out of their plastic containers.

Dean’s gone a long time. He returned trying not to smile and obviously very distracted.

“Hey, Sammy, you’re alright for a few minutes. Maybe a couple of hours. Tops. Cause, you know, this chick in there- real hot, by the way- she really digs me and-”

“Go, Dean,” Sam insisted, rolling his eyes and sitting down at the small table, pulling one pack of food towards him.

“You’re the best, Sammy,” Dean called on his way out the door, stopping only to double-check the lock and that Sam had a gun within arm’s reach before leaving.

“My brother’s an idiot,” Sam muttered to himself, picking up a plastic spork and smiling as Lucifer dropped down into the seat opposite.

“Your brother cares about you, Sammy,” Lucifer said mildly, leaning back in the chair and folding his arms.

Sam pulled a face, twirling instant noodles around the spork as best he could. “I guess. But he’s still annoying. What do you know about brothers anyway?”

“I have a brother,” Lucifer replied. “An older brother, like you.”

Sam blinked up at him surprise. “Angels have brothers?”

Lucifer nodded. “I have lots of brothers. And sisters, too. But only one big brother, just like you.”

“Really?” Sam swallowed his bite of food. “Does he take care of you, too?”

The previously content smile on Lucifer’s face dropped slightly, his eyes flickering downcast. “He did,” came the vague reply. “I haven’t seen him in a long time.”

Sam bit his bottom lip. He thought that was sad. “I’m sorry.”

Lucifer smiled once more, reaching across the table to gently brush his hand against Sam’s cheek. “It’s okay, Sammy. I can take care of myself. And I’m here to take care of you.”

Sam nodded, though a slight flush spread across his face. He was suddenly glad Dean wasn’t here. Dean was off with a girl. Sam had a vague idea of what Dean did with girls.

“Why do boys like kissing girls so much?” he blurted. His blush darkened as he realised how silly that sounded, especially how silly a thing it was to say to an angel like Lucifer, but his companion just tilted his head to the side and smile as if amused.

“Because they like them. But it doesn’t have to be girls they kiss.”

Sam frowned curiously. He had heard about such things, but he was rather unknowledgeable on the whole area of relationships. “So anyone can kiss anyone?”

“Yes,” Lucifer said. “If you like someone, you can kiss them if they want you to.”

Sam thought about it. “I like you,” he said.

Lucifer simply stood up in response, moving the short distance around the table before crouching down beside Sam’s chair so their heads were level. He placed a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder, before leaning in and tentatively pressing their lips together.

It only lasted a few, brief moments, but Sam was quite certain he liked it.

Lucifer leant back slowly, before standing up straight, smiling when the boy threw both arms around his middle and hugged him, burying his face in Lucifer’s shirt almost shyly.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Sam,” Lucifer said. “You know I’d never deny you anything.”

Sam snuffled into the soft fabric, nuzzling closer. “I know. I’d never deny you anything either.”

Unseen to the boy, Lucifer’s eyes took on a keen glint, his hand moving up to gently pet Sam’s head. “Oh, I know that, Sammy. In fact, I’m counting on it.”

[askyourqueen]

Prompt: Henry tells regina he loves her

It was a soothing balm over an open wound, to hear Henry say what she'd longed to hear since the portal at the well, and she knew then that it would be the last time.

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[askyourqueen]

If you ever read comics then you know that you are a lot like Raven from teen titans, misunderstood, dark(which is okay) , tortured, alone. I don't ever want to say I 100% understand what you've went through but why I love you like a mom or a sister is because I feel like we've shared the same pain with the whole *family wants A for you when you want B and they treat you bad for it* I too have been betrayed by so many "Friends" so you're not alone my queen! Stay strong.

Comic books were Henry’s thing, not mine. I read some, just to make sure I wasn’t  buying him anything too violent or bloody, but not enough to know details.

Thank you for your kind words though, they were very nice.

[askyourqueen]

abelleinabrokenland answered your question: Not even a platonic hug?

When have I ever enjoyed any hug that wasn't given to me by Henry?

And why the hell do so many of you try to insist on touching me? No. I don't want to be touched or hugged by anyone.

I'm starting to get angry now, and no one will like me very much when I'm angry.

[askyourqueen]

You should know thanks to your example I stood up for myself against my family so that I could choose what I wanted instead of what they did

I'm proud of you, dear. I sincerely hope you get to live the life you want for yourself now.

[askyourqueen]

Um *Bows Respectfully* How's the sea my Queen?

I hate it.

[morningstarendeavors]

I had far too much fun with this...

Gabriel looking that manically happy was never a good sign. Still, what neither of them had expected- which was probably the only reason he got away with it- was the archangel to suddenly slap a pair of handcuffs on both their wrists before flying off cackling.

Lucifer had rolled his eyes before going pull the metal off, only to stop short when it resisted his strength. Upon closer inspection, the handcuffs were lined with enochian symbols that prevented any celestial being wearing them from doing anything about it.

Lucifer had then launched into an angry stream of Enochian cursing while Sam just stared dumbfounded at their joined wrists.

After another minute or so Lucifer’s anger was growing to the point of making the window shake so Sam snapped into action and fumbled in his pocket. “It’s okay,” he said quickly. “I’ve got a lock pick.”

Lucifer gave him a dry look. “Sammy,” he said, as if speaking to a slow child. “Do you honestly think something resistant to an archangel is going to succumb to being poked at with a bit of metal?”

Sam put his picking kit back in his pocket. “So, now what?”

“We find my idiot brother,” Lucifer said, tugging his wrist toward himself which in turn caused Sam to nearly fall over.

“Easy,” the hunter cried, stumbling to regain his balance. He shook his head to get his hair out of his eyes before giving Lucifer an unamused glare. Sighing heavily, he pulled himself together and straightened up. “We’re going to have to coordinate.”

“Fine,” Lucifer said grudgingly. “Come on.”

“Where?”

“After Gabriel.”

It didn’t take Sam long to work out what that meant. “Oh no,” he said quickly. “No flying. I’m not getting dragged behind you like some comet tail.”

Lucifer merely smirked. “I don’t think you have a choice, Sammy.” He tugged his wrist, pulling the hunter towards him, causing a pouting Sam to stumble straight against his chest.

Sam braced himself with one hand on Lucifer’s shoulder, the other tugging their joined wrists to no effect as pulling an archangel proved ultimately useless.

Sam pouted as Lucifer chuckled and dragged his arm back, pulling Sam up against him once more.

“Oh, Sammy, you’re too easy.”

Sam glared. He could see all too well at this proximity Lucifer’s smirking, the little upturn of his lips, the stubble on his jaw, blue eyes catching the light. He looked almost angelic.

Lucifer was now far too amused by this, swinging his arm up and down just so Sam was forced to do the same.

With his arm captive, Sam was restricted in movements. He couldn’t get back far enough to kick Lucifer, nor could he bring his other arm back at the right angle to punch him. That pretty much just left his head, which was how Sam justified the following decision to smash his lips against Lucifer’s.

It at least had the desired effect to stop Lucifer’s teasing, even if there was a flap of wings in the background followed by Gabriel laughing and declaring his work here was done.

[askyourqueen]

Do you have any advice for an aspiring cook?

Care about what you’re making. Don’t rush through whatever it is you’re doing. And don’t cook things too high. Your house isn’t supposed to smell like what you cooked on your stove top hours later.

[askyourqueen]

I am so proud of you I knew you could do the right thing! I wish you luck finding henry

Thank you. I appreciate that, and I'm sure the rest of his family will too.