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an unexpected turn of events

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Samifer Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-sexual alpha/beta/omega dynamics, (just to be clear), Scenting, Pack Bonding, Omega Sam Winchester, Omega Lucifer (Supernatural), Omega/Omega, Season/Series 05, Cuddling & Snuggling, Made For Each Other Wordcount: 3261 Summary:

Sam goes into heat, and he refuses to call anyone to help him. Lucifer finds out anyway.

Sam didn’t have heats once he was drowning in demon blood. At the time, it felt like a relief. Dean was dead, and their pack was small but it had still been a pack, and without him, Sam’s heats were torture. Ruby never showed any interest in a pack bond, always made herself scarce during the few heats Sam did have with her around. By the time Dean wasn’t dead anymore, Sam wasn’t going into heat at all and he didn’t have time to reestablish a proper bond with Dean. He told himself he would have time later. He told himself it would be worth it.

And now the world was ending.

Even if Dean knew he was in heat now, would it matter? He wasn’t going to come and scent Sam and hold him close. Sam didn’t deserve to have a pack anymore. He didn’t even deserve to have a nest. He stared at his empty bed from the doorway of his bathroom, feeling feverish and dizzy. He wanted to build one so badly. He wanted to feel safe. He wanted to call Dean and beg him to come. Dean took care of him in heat his whole life, except when he was dead or during Sam’s time at Stanford. Without anyone here, even his long broken mate bond with Jessica felt like an open wound.

Sam wanted a nest. He wanted his brother. He even wanted Castiel, because somewhere along the way Dean had decided the angel was pack, too. Maybe more than Sam was. Sam pulled the covers off of his bed, wrapped them around his shoulders, and sat on the floor in the corner between his bed and the bedside table. This had only started a few hours ago, and already he felt like he was burning up. He’d start having cramps soon, and that would make everything worse. He tucked himself into a ball, thoughts filtering down to one desperate line of Dean Dean Dean Dean I want my brother. When a keen escaped him, calling for his pack, he knew there was no way anyone was going to hear him, but he still listened. He still felt crushed when no one came to help.

He curled up tighter. He was tired and sick, and he just wanted it to end.

Somehow, he managed to fall asleep.

He didn’t notice at first. All his dreams took place in his room now. It still hurt, even in his dream, and he didn’t uncurl himself from his corner. He only became aware that someone else was there when he heard them shifting on the bed above him. He froze up. That same someone threw their legs over the edge of the bed and peered down at him. Lucifer took him in impassively, and Sam tried not to breathe. The only kindness here was that there were no scents in dreams, so Lucifer couldn’t know. He couldn’t.

“What’s wrong?” Lucifer asked. Sam clenched his jaw. Lucifer sounded very calm, and some part of Sam that he hated, that he needed to shut up right now, insisted that he was safe. “If you’re hurt, I want to help.”

“Like hell.” Sam bit out. Lucifer was unfazed. He leaned back, looked away, and for a moment, Sam thought he was going to leave. Another keen rose up in his chest, completely unbidden, and he crushed it down.

“I don’t enjoy seeing you suffer, Sam. You can believe whatever you want about the rest of my motivations, but I will heal you if you’re in pain. You only need to ask me.” It was tempting. It was meant to be, Sam reasoned. He didn’t even know if that would work, if an angel could will away a heat the same way he’d seen Castiel fix up scrapes and sprains.

“I’m sick. People get sick sometimes. I don’t need your help.” Lucifer looked down at him again. He sounded disappointed when he next spoke.

“You’re a very good liar, but not to me.” He stood up from the bed and knelt down beside Sam. Lucifer moved like someone who’d had to practice having limbs, too careful and too well-acted to come across as natural. “Can I touch you?”

“No.” Sam tried to pull further back from the archangel encroaching on his space. Lucifer sighed.

“You frustrate me to no end, do you know that, Sam?” Sam didn’t back down, and after a minute, Lucifer shifted to stand again. “If this is what you want, then I’ll go.” Lucifer was actually going to leave him alone. Sam should have been relieved.

Instead, the keen building in his chest finally escaped.

For a brief moment, Lucifer looked surprised. Sam felt like a deer in headlights. The call was unmistakably an Omega one. When Lucifer smiled, he felt himself start to panic. Sam wanted to get away, but Lucifer was in front of him, boxing him into the corner he’d sequestered himself in.

“You’re in heat,” Lucifer said, sounding so utterly pleased with that fact. “Of course you’re an Omega. You were made for me.” Sam’s blood ran cold. He wanted to wake up now. He wanted Lucifer to get the fuck away from him. He couldn’t scent the archangel, had no idea what he was, but from his words alone, Sam could guess. He’d dealt with enough entitled Alphas in his life. “You’re alone now, aren’t you? You wouldn’t be this bad off if you had a pack.” Lucifer shuffled closer. “I can be that for you.”

“Fuck off.” How did people usually wake up from dreams? Pinching themselves? It had to hurt, didn’t it?

“Tell me where you are. I’ll take care of you.” Please, Sam’s instincts begged. Sam’s instincts were fucking stupid. Lucifer waited for an answer. Sam gave him one. He snapped his own wrist up and sank his teeth into the meat of his arm. Lucifer jerked back, and the last thing Sam saw before he woke up was Lucifer frowning, almost like he was concerned.

Sam didn't get better. By the next day, he was running a serious fever, and he didn't have the energy to do anything at all. His instincts were all but screaming at him, for a nest, for his pack, for any kind of comfort at all, and he squeezed his eyes shut and ignored them. He couldn't remember if he'd eaten anything for the past day. He definitely hadn't had enough water. His mouth was dry, and he'd already sweated through his shirt and ditched it. Most of the day, he spent on the floor, still in his corner, like his instincts were trying their best to make up for his lack of nesting by tucking him away somewhere safe.

In the back of his mind, he knew that if this carried on, he was putting himself in serious danger. He almost wished this was one of those heats that could be pushed back with sex toys and a few hours with his own hand, but this one ran deeper, demanding connection to a pack that he had but wasn't there.

Dean was a phone call away. Dean was a whole world away. Despite the fact that once, he'd have done anything to traverse that distance if Sam only asked, he wouldn't now.

Burning up alone like this was what Sam deserved.

Even when his consciousness started weaving in and out, losing time, Sam didn't dream of Lucifer again. He should have felt relieved by that. For some reason, he didn't.

Sam woke up again, but unlike the last half dozen times, he wasn't on the floor anymore. He was laying on his bed, no blanket over him because the fever would make that unbearable, but he could feel it laying in a heap at his feet when he moved a leg. He had no idea how he'd gotten there. Maybe he'd crawled up last time and forgotten. He grabbed out hazily in front of him, intending to drag himself back off of the bed and the mocking potential of a nest it held.

Someone took hold of his wrist and folded his arm back in close to his body. Their palm was cool. Sam's instincts sighed out, content and safe. Whoever it was brushed sweat-damp hair out of his face and then carefully sat him up. Sam grunted in protest, but when it came with the offer of a cold glass of water against his lips, he quieted. They tipped it up slowly, letting him drink at his own pace. It helped soothe his dry throat and the burning in his head. The glass was taken from him, and then the hand was back, stroking the side of his face so gently. It reminded him of Jess, or maybe Dean, or hell, even Bobby, the one time Sam had been seventeen and dropped at his place and it struck out of nowhere. Sam tilted his head into the touch and then, without thinking, he nosed at their palm until he found their wrist and the subdued scent glands there and inhaled.

They smelled as crisp as snow and sweet as a rose. They were, without a doubt, an Omega.

Sam didn't know any Omegas.

He forced his eyes open to figure out who the hell was caring for him. Some wandering good Samaritan who took pity on a fellow Omega in heat? Maybe one of Sam's new co-workers who had come to see why he wasn't coming in to work, one who wore scent blockers so good that even Sam couldn't pick them up, because he could have sworn everyone else at the bar was a Beta. And then he looked. And his breath caught.

Lucifer was still touching him, rubbing his thumb against Sam's temple while Sam scented him. He looked down at Sam, and he smiled. "I told you that you were hard to find," he said, "but not impossible. Not if I put my mind to it." Lucifer rested his hand flat against Sam's forehead, and Sam whined with how soothing it was against the heat of his fever. He lifted a hand intending to push Lucifer away, but ended up clinging to him instead, fingers wrapped around his arm. "Not if you need me," Lucifer finished, softly.

Lucifer shouldn't smell like safety. Like pack. Sam breathed him in greedily anyway. Whatever bond they had, it was weak, especially compared to the one Sam had shared with his brother before Hell, but he could feel Lucifer.

Sam had stayed with Alphas and Betas during heats. He'd never been with another Omega during one. It felt different. Sam always liked watching Dean pace the room, check the locks and salt lines, making sure their nest was safe. Now, he mostly wanted Lucifer to join him in the bed, come closer, let Sam bury his nose in his neck and take in his scent. When Lucifer pulled away instead, Sam whined.

"I know," Lucifer soothed, "I know." Fingers drifting through Sam's hair. "I have to finish with your nest. You aren't going back to sleeping on the floor." Sam blinked up at him, confused. The idea of Lucifer nesting was so... strange to him. He had no idea why Lucifer was an Omega at all. Most angels were Betas. It didn't make any sense. Lucifer hushed him again, and Sam laid still, turning everything over in his head. It didn't do much except make his headache worse. When Lucifer returned, he brought more blankets, more pillows, and he started building the nest properly. He paused once halfway through to get Sam more water, but otherwise, his attention was solely focused on giving Sam the softest, safest place to have a heat that he could create. When he finished, Sam was cuddled between fluffy pillows and covered with a sheet thin enough that it wouldn't make him feel overheated. Sam's head was starting to clear more as Lucifer stayed near, his scent mixing with Sam's own in the air. He sat on the bed next to Sam again. "What else do you need? Food?" Sam's stomach turned over at the mention, and he shook his head.

"Can I-" Sam stopped, torn between knowing what a terrible idea it was to ask anything of Lucifer and knowing how much better he could feel if he did. He reached for Lucifer's arm, tugging until Lucifer presented his wrist again, and Sam got to nose at the scent glands there a second time. The scent even made his headache fade slightly. Lucifer let him take what he needed.

"Why did you come?" Sam asked and knew Lucifer heard his real question, why now? If he had the ability to get to Sam whenever he wanted, why hadn't he? Why insist Sam would say yes and then not pursue him? Lucifer cupped his cheek.

"Like I said. You needed me." Lucifer shook his head. "If this was your attempt at killing yourself to keep me out, it was a poor one."

"It's a bad heat," Sam muttered. "It's not going to kill me."

"You have no idea how bad, do you?" Lucifer's tone turned to exasperated admonishment, like Sam was a beloved but simple pet who kept scratching up the floorboards. "You didn't have anyone with you. You didn't build a nest. You were unconscious and running a fever and-" Lucifer's scent soured, only for a brief second, one inhale, tinging the fresh-fallen snow with the sharp iron of blood. He calmed himself back down, probably sensing how Sam's own scent turned in response.

"What if I tell you to leave?" Sam asked, trying to hold on to that spark of fear that he knew he should have in Lucifer's presence but that was making itself so slippery between his fingers.

"I won't until this is over," Lucifer answered, "but if you still want me to after that, I'll go." He didn't sound happy about that. "You are going to say yes to me. I don't need to hound you about it."

"I won't," Sam's defiance, as ever, shone through. Lucifer tilted his head, smiling in a way that was both resigned and proud.

"I don't want to spend the time I have arguing with you. What do you need right now, Sam? More water?" Sam still had a hold on Lucifer's arm. There was half of a terrible plan coming together in his mind, born around the weak pack bond he had somehow formed with Lucifer while the devil took care of him through his heat. That had formed while Sam was unconscious. Pack bonds always went both ways, and now Sam had to wonder if that was true for more than this new bond. If Lucifer was as made for him as he was for Lucifer. If he was so sure he could convince Sam to his side, then shouldn't Sam be equally as sure he could convince Lucifer to his?

Maybe it was his heat talking. That would be a good excuse for later, if this went poorly.

Sam tugged on Lucifer's arm again, more insistently this time. Lucifer frowned, but Sam pulled him into the nest, all the way in to nestle between the pillows with Sam. Lucifer looked surprised to reap the benefits of his own creation. That wasn't where Sam was going to stop. He slid on top of Lucifer, focusing on their pack bond, focusing on the idea that Lucifer could be pack, that he could be synonymous with safety and comfort and home, and that meant Sam could be that, too. There was a certain irony in trying to tempt the devil himself, but Sam couldn't help it. Surely, out of anyone, after being banished and locked away, Lucifer would yearn for those things so much it hurt. Sam had, once, and all he'd done was run away to Stanford.

Lucifer was cold to the touch, and so Sam had every excuse to press against him, frustrated with the amount of clothing Lucifer was wearing. Lucifer touched him back, hands resting uncertainly on Sam's waist. Sam nuzzled against his cheek and his chest, darting back and forth, closing the distance to the much more sensitive scent glands at his neck. Sam would never do that with anyone else after having just met them in person for the first time, but part of Lucifer felt like they'd known each other forever and the other part like they'd know each other for the rest of time, so that mitigated some of the awkwardness. Sam couldn't remember the last time he'd scented anyone, outside of sex (and even then, Ruby hadn't liked it. Sam could drink her blood, but he couldn't get a proper whiff of her.) He nudged his nose against Lucifer's chin until Lucifer tilted his head back against the pillow, exposing his throat. Sam pressed in close and took him all in.

(He wasn't going to bite and mark Lucifer. That definitely wouldn't be right, no matter how deeply they were entangled, but a small scrape of teeth disguised as a kiss made Lucifer shiver pleasantly.)

Lucifer's hands slid up his body until he curled them around the back of Sam's neck, keeping him close. Sam swore he could feel their bond strengthening, and to test it, he pulled back and swallowed before he tilted his own head to the side, exposing his scent glands to Lucifer.

For a too long moment, Lucifer hesitated, and Sam thought he'd been wrong about everything he could mean to Lucifer.

Then, Lucifer pushed himself up and nosed down Sam's throat to the gland, and he scented Sam just as thoroughly as Sam had him. Sam let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Lucifer started purring beneath him, a very quiet purr, rough like it hadn't been used in a very long time. Sam let himself purr, too, matching Lucifer as they traded scents and the bond grew ever stronger.

That was when Sam said, "This goes away if I say yes."

Lucifer's purr stuttered and stopped. Its absence made Sam's chest ache.

"You can have it," Sam continued, bold now for all that he had to gain and for the little he had to lose. "I'll be your pack, but I can't say yes." He might actually be grateful to be in heat. Omegas in heat were supposed to be irresistible. He hoped Lucifer wasn't immune to that. He scented Sam again, a long intake of breath.

"This wasn't how this was supposed to go," Lucifer said, quietly.

"You came to me. You felt the bond form, and you didn't try to stop it," Sam said. "You want this. You can have it. You just have to... stop." He watched Lucifer resettle against the pillows that made up the nest. He looked like he belonged there. Sam wanted him to belong there. It was a terrifying feeling. "Don't burn the world down if we can build something in it." Lucifer opened his mouth to say something, closed it, made a face, and finally, when he spoke, he sounded so tired.

"Please, Sam, I said I didn't want to argue." Sam wanted to point out that this wasn't an argument, wasn't even close to becoming one, but he doubted that would help. He nodded instead.

Lucifer pulled him down so that they could scent each other again. The pack bond between them grew ever stronger. With any luck, Sam wouldn't have to tell Lucifer to leave after his heat was over.

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