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Sam scoffed, shaking his head; a faint smile across his lips. "I know how that goes," he replied quietly.  He turned the page, absently glancing over the words before turning to the next. 

"Great. Another weirdo-reject. Can't you hang out with someone...less...like you?" he groaned. "It's always the same sob story with you freaks."  Lucifer mocked the warning look Sam gave him. "Oh, please." He snapped his fingers, smiling as Sam jumped back from his history book that erupted into flames. 

He forced his hands to remain steady as he cautiously closed the book.  It's not real. It's not real.  He looked up at Becky, really hoping she hadn't noticed that irritated look he gave the window--well, Lucifer was seated cross-legged on the table in front of the window...but he knew she couldn't see that. "S-so...what brings you to the library?"

We are the same || Becky and Sam || Highschool AU

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He stood up briskly, knocking into the table as he did so.  "No--!" he said quickly, and perhaps a touch too loudly. He lowered his head and voice. "I-I mean, you don't have to. T-to go. I mean." Sam slowly sat back down, feeling a blush warm his cheeks. "I'm just--I'm just studying. You wouldn't--you aren't bothering me."

"Oh, you're so smooth. Makes me forget why you don't have any friends."

Excuse me for thinking it might be nice to talk to someone that isn't my family or calling me a freak.

"Little excited there, Sammy?"

No. I'm nervous. I don't want her to know I'm crazy. Stop talking to me.

"Sorry." Sam stared blankly at the pages of his history book. "I...I'm Sam. And I understand if you don't want to...you know--" be seen here with me. "I mean, you don't have to stay."

We are the same || Becky and Sam || Highschool AU

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Normally Sam waited out lunch in a supply closet or the bathroom; reading from his textbooks or drawing in his notebook.  But as of late confined spaces weren't agreeing with him, his 'shoulder devil' as Dean called it, was getting bored of stalls and closets.  Sam refused to attend lunch after he tripped over the back of his seat and himself trying to get away from the sparrow head in his salad.  

It wasn't there. It was never there. Idiot.

"Could have been there. Probably was."

No it wasn't. You just made me look like a lunatic.

"Sammy, you are a lunatic--whoa, hey. Don't look now, there's some chick staring at you."

He hesitantly looked up, surprised to see she was completely normal; no deformations, no burns, no rotted skin, no missing limbs.  She even had a head.  You're in a good mood today. 

"Not stuck in a filthy stall. 'Couse I'm in a good mood."

Sam smiled faintly at the girl, he hadn't expected to see many other people in the library, especially not in his secluded corner.  Though she looked a little lost--or maybe that was uneasiness.  Please don't recognize me. Please don't know I'm that guy. 

"Say something, Sam, don't stare at her like a pervert."

He quickly diverted his gaze, looking back down at his book.  His mind went blank on what to say.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Hi."

"Hi."

We are the same || Becky and Sam || Highschool AU

The blonde got her lunch and as usual scoped the room for a table to sit at—and as always, there was no where for a freak like her to sit.

Passing by, someone bumped into her, and knocked food all over her shirt.

She pressed her lips together sadly and decided to head out of the cafeteria before people could poke fun, throwing her food away on her way out; though she kept the bottle of juice.

After cleaning herself to the best of her ability, Becky rushed out and headed to the library, as she usually did to pass the time by; sometimes she wondered why she even went in the lunch room; all that ever happened were the stares she got, the laughs, the chants of torment ‘Yucky Becky,’ etcetera.

She tried to keep a smile on her face as she passed a few people by, though all she wanted to do was cry. And then finally she escaped to the library, and saw someone sitting in her usual spot.

Swallowing nervously, she was about to walk away, but she made eye contact.

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[text] Sam? Is this you? Did you have a good new year?

"Got a message from...ooh, unknown. Mysterious," Lucifer grinned slyly, arching a brow at the phone.  He stood up on the bed when Sam made a grab at his cell. "Sam. Is this you. Did you have a good new year." He brought his index finger to his chin. "I dunno, Sammy. Did you have a good new year? I think we had a great new year." 

"No, I didn't have a good new year. I listened to you sing America the Beautiful all night."

"Don't be so unpatriotic." Lucifer frowned, as he typed Sam's reply. "'Hells yeah. New years was great, drank with the bro and thought about kissin you all night, gorgeous. How about yours? You think of kissing me when the ball dropped?' Send."

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He sighed softly; before he would have groaned at the thought of Becky knocking at the door, quickly pulling his hand away if she even reached for it.  But now he almost looked forward to seeing her pop up, she didn't ask questions like Dean, and she was always so gentle.  She was a nice change now and again.

"I figured you weren't far if you were knocking on our door."

"Wait...you're going with her?" he asked, scoffing. "Didn't know you were that desperate, Sammy."

"Sam! I bought you a Christmas gift. But you have to wait till next week!"

"You—you bought me a gift?"

"You really didn’t have to, you know that, Becky?"

But…I-I didn’t even think about getting you anything…

“I’ll bet it’s a pair of sexy underwear.”

"Are you sure I can’t have it now?" 

“She’d probably just like a pair of your underwear for Christmas.”

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                                                                                       αη∂ ι’м ℓσѕιηg 

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"Her place? Probably lingerie and some toys."

He wished she would have put up more of a fight, Sam really hated how...willing and...well, obedient she was.  To him anyway.  "Your place? Yeah. Okay. Sure." 

"Sam! I bought you a Christmas gift. But you have to wait till next week!"

"You—you bought me a gift?"

"You really didn’t have to, you know that, Becky?"

But…I-I didn’t even think about getting you anything…

“I’ll bet it’s a pair of sexy underwear.”

"Are you sure I can’t have it now?" 

“She’d probably just like a pair of your underwear for Christmas.”

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"Sam! I bought you a Christmas gift. But you have to wait till next week!"

"You--you bought me a gift?"

"You really didn't have to, you know that, Becky?"

But...I-I didn't even think about getting you anything...

"I'll bet it's a pair of sexy underwear."

"Are you sure I can't have it now?" 

"She'd probably just like a pair of your underwear for Christmas."

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Lucifer scoffed. "You think you can help her?" he asked, arching a brow with a smirk.  "You can barely keep yourself from passing out right now. Well, I do help with keeping you awake, you're welcome by the way."  He sighed, looking at Emma. "Sad, too. She'll probably never see her son again. You know, because you can't help her, and that you still aren't even sure what is going on."

"Yeah. Yeah. I can help you."

"I-I just...I need to--have there been any other disappearances in...where, where are we?" 

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Give me a good reason of why I should. I saw you come through, you kidnapped my son! I’m trying to get him back! Where is he?!"

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"Okay...okay," he murmured, brushing his hair back with his hands; taking a breath. "You said your son was taken? By someone who looks like me? Right? I'm hunting the same thing." 

"Supposedly," he muttered, looking down at the gun. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sammy, you're slipping. You're doubting that there is a hunt here. And here I am, an old and trusted friend, telling you that the shifter is right in front of you."

"That-that thing you saw was, it was a shape-shifter," Sam said cautiously, slowly, really hoping she didn't raise her gun and shoot him on the spot. 

"Sam, have you lost it? You're just telling a civvy? With a gun, I might add."

"I don't know why it took your son, but I can help, I swear."

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Give me a good reason of why I should. I saw you come through, you kidnapped my son! I’m trying to get him back! Where is he?!"

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"Shoot her already! She's probably that shifter you're after anyways."

Sam was already disoriented and out of breath; he couldn't remember where he was, or if the shifter he was chasing through the woods was actually there, and Dean was no where to be found.  Probably still in their motel a few hours back.  Another road-trip with Lucifer.

His hands were shaking now as he came to the realization that he had no real idea what was going on; Lucifer took him out on 'a hunt' and now there is a kidnapping and an armed woman claiming it was him.  For all he knew, it was him. 

"She's the shifter," Lucifer commented, carefully pushing Sam's hand upward, aiming the gun at Emma. "If you don't kill it, I will." 

Sam glanced at Lucifer before dropping his gun. "I-I can explain everything," he said shakily.  Lucifer groaned dramatically. "Please--I...my name is Sam, and this, this whole thing is a misunderstanding."

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Give me a good reason of why I should. I saw you come through, you kidnapped my son! I’m trying to get him back! Where is he?!"

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"So, Sammy. Would get get mad if I did this?" He asked, grinning, walking over to Dean, eyeing him lustfully. With another sly grin, he began unfastening Dean's pants--after all, being part of Sam's subconscious, he knew all of his inner fantasies.

He felt his jaw tighten in anger; fighting back the urge to shove Lucifer off Dean.  Couldn't he go back to singing, no matter how off-tune it got?  Sam sighed and opened his laptop, directing his attention to the screen.

No. Of course I wouldn't get mad. Uncomfortable, yes. So stop.

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"Sammy! Sam! Saaaaaaam! Pay attention to meeee!"

"No."

"Busy right now."

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"It's real fun lying to Dean, huh? Acting like you're okay. Seems kinda hypocritical, right? You used to hate when he'd do that to you."

"Yeah. Real fun, Lucifer."

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"There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold and she's buying a stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed with a word she can get what she came for. Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven."

"Stairway to Heaven again? Little overused don't you think?"

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With that suggestion Lucifer's face brightened...squealing with joy; a very high pitched squeal.  Sam tried not to shield his ears from what sounded like angel's 'talking'.  

"Sleep, huh?" 

He winced as the volume intensified.  Probably a result from not reacting sooner. "Dean. I-I don't know. I'm not really--" His hands went to his ears, pushing down as hard as he could.  He inhaled sharply, feeling like his head was going to explode; which really wasn't that far fetched of an idea at this point.  He groaned, closing his eyes, trying to think of any way to make him stop.  Silence.  He just wanted--needed--silence, just for a moment. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" 

"Hey, Sammy, how ya holding up?"

Lucifer’s going through your bag right now, tossing everything onto the floor. And he’s been singing ‘Stairway to Heaven’ for about an hour.

"You know. Fine."

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"Yeah, Becky, I’m fine. I swear," he sighed as he let go of her hands. "I just would rather be a polite host and talk, besides Dean and I have been kinda hard on you from get-go."

"I dunno, it was just hard dealing with our lives being viewed as a fictional story. We can—"

"Sam. She drugged you into marrying her. And then she knocked you out with a waffle iron, kidnapped you, tied you to a bed, and stole your pants," he commented, rolling his eyes then sighing. "Do you really hate me enough to prefer a stalker's company over mine? I thought we were friends."

"We can talk about whatever you want, Becky," Sam replied, seating himself at the small, wobbly table. "I don’t know what to talk about, I’m not very interesting."

"C-can I have Thanksgiving dinner with you guys?"

"Becky?" 

"Why would you want to do that?" he asked, subtly clasping his hands to press his thumb against the scar that used to make the hallucination hovering over her shoulder disappear. 

“Aw. She wants to eat dinner with you, Sammy. Isn’t that sweet?" 

Though he wanted to mutter ‘shut up’ to the grinning blonde behind Becky, Sam kept his gaze on his ex-wife. “A Winchester Thanksgiving is a bucket of KFC and a six pack, maybe watching some TV. Nothing exciting.”