Supernatural One Shots

Lucifer's Savior (Samifer)

Now, this is a prompt I thought up in my head late at night, I mean why not a little Samifer to cheer up my lovely readers? FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF!!
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Lucifer looked at the sleeping form next to him, the covers lifting and falling with each breath he took, and he regretted hurting this man. He loved Sam Winchester, and why he hurt him, he still didn't know. And that's what plaques his thoughts now, the all to familiar feeling of the dark depression creeping into the corners of his mind, over running his once happy thoughts.

'I must end this.' He thinks bitterly and some what angry,'No more being pathetic, no more being a depressed lump. Let's do every one the favor and end it all. Problem solved.' Lucifer threw the covers back (waking Sam in the process) and storming off to the bathroom the Youngest Winchester had in his room in the bunker.

Sam sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he watched his lover go into the bathroom. 'Probably gotta pee.' He thought and laid his head back down. But, something, call it a hunch, something kept telling him it was wrong. Sam kept telling himself it was probably nothing, just to go back to sleep, but that one voice, his conscious, told him other wise.

Lucifer locked the door, opening the cabinet above the sink. He rooted around in the small cupboard, looking for his old friend, the razor blade. The fallen archangel held the small silver blade in his hands, sliding down the wall,'No turning back now.' He thought inwardly and took a stripe across his wrist.

Sam knew something defiantly wasn't right, it was too quiet. Usually he could hear Lucifer curse the trash can because he fell over it in his sleepy haze. But, all was quiet. He threw the covers back, and quietly stood, sneaking over to the door. The Youngest Winchester tried the knob, and to his surprise, it was locked. He pounded on the door frantically,"Luci, baby, let me in!" He called and he heard soft whimpering. A sob.

Lucifer took several more stripes, his clothes and upper body covered in the ruby red liquid,

"Go away Sammy, I'm just taking care of something."

"I don't believe you. Let me in!!"

Lucifer didn't listen, just kept up the pace of each cut, becoming deeper with each lash. Sam was frantic at this point, he slowly backed up, and ran straight for the door. When he hit the door, it cracked some what but didn't give, making Lucifer momentarily stop and jump. "Sammy please, leave me here to die!"

With those words, Sam ran into the door so hard, it hit the other side of the bathroom when he hit it full on force. The fallen archangel gasped up at his moose, lost for words, lost for an explanation. Sam's eyes fell upon his lovers arms, the cuts bleeding worse than the Youngest Winchester has seen in Lucifer.

Sam bent down and picked up this broken soul, holding him close,

"Why?"

"I'm not worth it, look at all those I have hurt, and killed! I am not worth living for Sammy, it's just better if I did everyone a favor and die!"

"Don't you ever say that! It may seem hard, it may seem to never end, but with the right mind set and the right person to help you through it, there is nothing keeping you down. And Luci? I will always be here for you, for better or worse remember? I love you Luci, don't leave me."

They kissed softly, Sam breaking the kiss to bring the fallen archangel back to their bed. He dug through his dresser, finding Lucifer a shirt of his own. He set the shirt down next to his lover on the bed before going and retrieving a rag cooled with cold water.

Sam came back, sitting next to Lucifer on the bed. He gently took his lovers arm into his hand, gently washing away the blood to reveal the cuts of the blade. When this process had been repeated to the other arm, he lifted Lucifer's arm to his lips and began to kiss each scar.

In between each kiss, he would praise Lucifer in a low voice,

"So beautiful."

"So kind."

"My heart."

"My soulmate."

Lucifer felt tears in his eyes, he had never been loved so much, by a man he had hurt for so long. Soon, Sam's lips met Lucifer's in a soft and adoring kiss. The hunter put all of adoration and love into that kiss to show his archangel how much he truly cared.

When they both need to breath, the pulled apart slowly, both men drinking up the love filled moment,"come on baby, let's go to bed." Sam whispered, throwing the rag off to the side, and helping Lucifer out of the blood covered t-shirt, it joining the rag on the floor.

When Lucifer was clean and ready for bed, Sam pulled him under the covers, entangling their legs, wrapping his arms around the others waist. Sam bent down and placed a soft kiss in the sandy blonde hair of his lover and murmured softly into it,"I love you Luci."

Lucifer buried his head in Sam's chest, placing a chaste kiss to the cloth their,"I love you too Sammy." And with their last goodnights, Sam Winchester and his lover, fell into a deep sleep.

And in that moment, in Sam's arms which were wrapped around him protectively, Lucifer not only felt loved, but he felt safe.