Three weeks passed by and nothing had changed.
Dean was going his usual way, hanging out with his lifelong friends. He talked to Cas every so often, over the phone or sometimes at school. He would've liked to meet up with him in his spare time too, but he had a feeling the guy didn't get out much. It also didn't help Cas wasn't one to socialize often. Or at all. And since Michael was avoiding him like the plague, that meant his life almost seemed normal again. Well, except for his younger brother maybe.
Sam on the other hand was enjoying life to its fullest. And Lucifer. The two of them were always together, at school, after school, during the weekends. Never at Sam's place though. He still hadn't told Dean, or any of his friends for that matter, so they spent most of their time at Lucifer's, in The Cage, in town, sometimes Sam even dared to take his boyfriend back to the library, although he always felt guilty towards the librarian afterwards. Point was that Sam was happy. He and Kevin had had a couple more gaming nights, which had been a lot of fun, Dean had stopped complaining about Lucifer and it was pretty damn clear his brother wasn't hanging out with Michael anymore. Everything considered, there wasn't a single thing that was holding him back from being with Lucifer. And celebrating that.
Sam had barely closed the front door when Lucifer turned him around and pinned him against it. He pressed their lips together in a hungry kiss, the kind that seemed to turn Sam's legs to jelly every time it happened. His breath hitched in his throat as Lucifer's tongue invaded his mouth almost aggressively, caressing Sam's before pulling back a bit. He groaned against his boyfriend's lips, from lust but also in annoyance at the sudden loss of warmth. He could feel the corners of Lucifer's mouth turn up into a cocky smirk before the other boy surprised the hell outta Sam by placing his mouth around Sam's bottom lip and sucking it in. A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine and when that same arrogant mouth was replaced by Lucifer's teeth biting his lip, he thought he'd lose it. He pushed forward and wanted to kiss the life out of this guy that made him feel things he'd never felt before, but Lucifer wasn't one to give up control that easily. He pushed right back at Sam, pressing his body against the younger boy's to keep him in place. It was only then that Sam felt exactly how excited Lucifer was. His heart started hammering in his chest at the very obvious bulge against his lower abdomen and Sam could've sworn he was able to hear the rushing of his own blood in his ears. As if all of that wasn't bad enough, Lucifer seemed to be quite aware of the effect he was having and even took it a little further. The kisses became fiercer, the pace was picked up and suddenly Lucifer's hands dropped from his shoulders to his waist, where they tormentingly slowly crept underneath Sam's flannel and eventually his shirt. Sam gasped for air as cold fingers touched his warm skin, and his muscles tensed against Lucifer's body. Every fiber of his being was set on fire, longing for more, and he didn't know how to handle it. He wanted this, he needed this, but holy shit, this was moving fast. Not that he didn't like it but... Lucifer thrust into him and he let out a loud moan. Oh god...
That was the moment Sam's phone started ringing and he almost jumped at the vibrations in his pocket.
"Ignore it," Lucifer grumbled against his lips, clearly annoyed at the interruption.
Sam felt the same way but he knew better than that and pulled back. "I can't," he breathed out. "Might be Dean."
Lucifer dropped his head and sighed. "Fine. But you better make it quick."
As soon as Sam got out his phone, he checked the caller ID. Of course it was his brother. Still trying to catch his breath, he gave Lucifer a small smile before picking up. "Hi, Dean."
And then Lucifer moved his mouth to Sam's neck of course and started leaving kisses there.
"Hey. Ellen and Jo stepped by with food, you coming home?"
A lot of slow, hot kisses... Dammit, he's trying to drive me crazy... Sam had to swallow back a lump before he could answer. "Sure. I'll be there in ten."
"Okay, see ya," Dean said and then ended the call.
Sam leaned his head back against the door and closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy this moment for two more seconds. But he knew Dean would be mad if he took too long. "I got to go," he whispered and looked back up.
Lucifer tilted up his head and frowned. "What if I don't let you?"
"Then my brother would probably hunt your ass down and kill you," Sam grinned lovingly.
"Fiiine," Lucifer groaned. "Though I'd love to see him try."
Sam laughed and pushed him off. "I'm sure you do. I'll see you at school tomorrow. Behave while I'm gone."
His boyfriend smiled at him mischievously. "Never."
Rolling his eyes, Sam opened the door. Then he turned back one last time to give Lucifer a peck on the lips. "Bye."
"Bye, Sammy," Lucifer teased him as he left the apartment.
Dinner with Ellen and Jo was nice, even though Dean wouldn't stop giving him these examining looks. Sam knew Dean knew something had been going on in his life. His brother had stopped asking questions though, but for some reason that only worried Sam even more. It wasn't like he didn't want to tell Dean, he was just waiting for the right moment. That was all. He'd get there. Eventually.
The next day Dean strolled into his physics class.
He was tired. Tired of Sam being secretive and doing who knows what in his spare time, tired of Michael and that Naomi girl (who he didn't even know!) giving him dirty looks, tired of Cas playing hide and seek and fucking tired of school.
He dropped down in his usual seat, ignoring a dirty look from Zachariah to his left. So what if Michael had turned almost his entire family against him? Like Dean cared about those stuck-up asshats. Except for Cas maybe.
He'd only just opened his notebook when a shadow fell over the pages. When he looked up, Dean was both surprised and annoyed to see Balthazar Shurley standing in front of his desk. If the guy was there to give him some don't-mess-with-my-brother speech, asses were gonna get kicked.
"Dean Winchester, just the guy I was looking for," Balthazar said with a suspiciously friendly smile.
Dean frowned. "You walked up to my desk."
"Exactly." Balthazar leaned down and rested his arms on the table. "I'm hosting another party. Now, my brother may not be your biggest fan at the moment but you have a lot of friends, people seem to like you and it's not at our house anyway. There will be plenty of girls, or guys in case Michael completely turned around the way you're swinging, and booze. What do you think?"
He honestly didn't know if he should be insulted by that or not. But on the bright side, it was hard to believe there was some ulterior motive to this, even if Dean still thought it was weird. "You want me to come to your party?"
"Of course I do! You had fun the last time, didn't you?"
"Well, yeah but..."
"Great! That's settled then. You know the deal, bring as many friends as you want but take them all with you when you leave 'cause I'm not going to babysit any of those drunk bastards. Oh, and tell your brother to leave Lucifer at home. Wouldn't want his drama ruining the fun."
With how clingy Lucifer and his brother were being, Dean was pretty sure that would mean Sam wasn't going to want to come either. And in all honesty, Dean couldn't even be bothered to try anymore.
"Fine, I guess," he mumbled. Then something occurred to him. Or rather someone. "Wait, are all of your other brothers coming?"
Balthazar let out a little laugh. "No, don't worry about it. Michael definitely isn't and when it comes to the others..." He leaned forward conspiratorially and pretended to whisper, although Dean was pretty sure Zachariah would still be able to hear them. "Most of my brothers aren't exactly the partying type."
Michael wasn't exactly who Dean'd been talking about but his question was answered all the same. He felt a pinch of disappointment but decided to ignore it.
Without further ado Balthazar tore a small piece of paper out of Dean's notebook and before he got a chance to protest, the guy had taken his pen and started scribbling something down. "It's Saturday night and starts at eleven. This is the address. You know King Avenue, right?"
"Perfect, I'll see you then." And like that Balthazar dropped the pen, folded the piece of paper in two, put it in Dean's hand and then ran back to his own seat since class was about to begin.
Their teacher started talking but Dean barely paid any attention to it. With a frown he opened the paper, and that frown only became deeper when he read what was on it.
Don't tell anyone about this
Friday, 5 p.m.