#the flash of antifreeze and yet simultaneously: we know this handwriting

[orangezest100]

Uh.... I wrote fanfic? When was the last time I did that, don't look.

@sleepywinchesters

Pain—as Sam understands it—will always be hot.  In some ways, it’s a form of friction, and the heat is required for the injury to form. In others, it’s like the wound and the body become aware of its own temperature, leaving almost a sensation of fire. Cold wounds—if they exist—mean that you’re dying.

The vampire's hand in his chest is nothing but cold.

He falls to his knees, hands curled around his torso as if to keep the blood inside. Dean is on the other side of the complex and he won’t make it in time. He’s not even sure Cas can. The vampire is laughing, giving some kind of speech, but Sam can’t hear him.  He can barely see the guy as his vision swims.  

I had just… hoped for more.

But his vision doesn’t go dark. As he closes his eyes there’s a soft light, and he swears he can feel a hand on his shoulder. He opens his eyes and there’s a figure there, between him and the vampire, and the vampire looks… Sam can’t quite make out his face, but his body language isn’t confident. The figure raises a hand to the vampire's temple, sending it to ash when they make contact.  The figure turns to cup Sam’s face, thumbs stroking along his cheeks as a warmth slowly suffuses him.

“I almost lost you Sam,” he whispers. “What is it that our brothers’ say; about being careful?” The figure lets go and Sam leans forward, trying to find the warmth of the hands. In the next few moment, the figure is gone, and Sam passes out.

***

“I told you Dean, I’m fine.”  

“Bullshit. You told me that a vampire basically killed you and that you were barely alive, and some mysterious guy just saved your life. And then you wake up?”

Sam looks up from packing his bag, eyes headed to Dean as he leans against the wall, arms crossed, looking all kinds of concerned and pissed off. “Yeah, I am. But I honestly feel better than ever. And Cas says I’m fine, so it’s no demon or archangel, okay? Whatever it was, we got lucky.”

Dean snorts, finally pushing off the wall to pack. “Yeah, whatever. Can’t believe it didn’t even say anything to you, whatever the thing was.”

***

Sam’s dream takes him to a library, one with multiple walls and walnut finished, a mix of artificial and candle lighting. It feels like a wish, or like what the Beauty & The Beast library should have looked like. He smiles, walking slowly among the shelves, picking books off the shelves at random to flip through them. He pays no mind to his surroundings; he knows intrinsically that he’s safe here. That he will always be safe here.

“Hello Sam.” Sam looks up quickly and to the left, staring at the man who leans against the bookcases with ease. He looks the same as before: blonde hair, piercing eyes, t-shirt, jeans. Sam recognizes his aura instantly, like a lost imaginary friend from your childhood. “You healed well.”

“Lucifer.” He can’t make himself say the name with malice. There’s an understanding that is flowing between them now, unspoken. It’s like a dam has been cracked on both sides and water is leaking through, but there’s no pressure leading to imminent explosion, no terrified dam workers, just water.  Flowing between him and Lucifer in a constant stream he never wishes to stop.

Lucifer steps forward, slow and careful, until he can take Sam’s chin gently in his fingers. “I was worried, you know. I’ve waited for you, for so long, and I almost lost you to something so simple. Earth is funny like that.”

Sam almost melts into his hand. He should back away, should be furious, but he can’t. He can feel what Lucifer was talking about now. Meant for each other. Connected. “Funny isn’t the word I would use to describe it.”

Lucifer laughs quietly, tilting Sam’s face down to look at him. He catches Sam’s gaze, holding off for a moment before he puts a hand over Sam’s heart. “So how would you describe it?”

Sam grabs Lucifer’s hips to smash their bodies together as their lips meet, the kiss long and deep and sweet as their bodies slowly grind together. Sam pulls away, panting even in this dream as he looks at him.

“Interesting,” Lucifer mutters, eyes half-lidded. “I would love to have more discussion on the matter.” They’re lips crash together again, and Sam smiles.