On the Highway to Hell. N.A.
I blame Omano for this. She reblogged this prompt from 'phantomrose96': 'Fic idea where a lonely person sells their soul to Satan t be their friend. And Satan just rolls with it until he realizes at the time of their death he genuinely likes them. Since he can't renege on the contract he takes them to Hell and puts them in a high position of power. Demos hardened by millenia of torture now have to answer to a shy, self-conscious, quiet, depressed, lonely person who has unintentionally become Satan's #1' And I had to write something. Fresh to Death (or: How Sam Winchester Found Himself On Long Roads) As a headsup, there is a car accident in this fic nearer the end, and mention of past character death.
This may be the most inappropriate fanfic I have ever written in my entire life.Lucifer and Sam have sex a lot, in this. Sorta PWP but also sorta not. Not super graphic but... still sex. He walked into the room in a thin white t-shirt and threadbare, dark blue jeans, with scuffed boots the color of damp soil on his feet and a toothpick clamped between his teeth. The scars across his face glinted in the yellow light from the bar's lamps. Sam held his breath. Pandemonium. A/N:This is a co-write between me and tumblr user Wehavebecomeanathema Pandemonium Chapter One: The Morning Star "The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..
" ― John Milton, Paradise Lost. Close to Flying. Title: Close to FlyingAuthor: Tomi (talesfromperdition on tumblr, TomiSama04 on FFnet and AO3org)Content Warnings: Spoilers up through season 5 finalePrompter: Luciferious Prompt Used: Fallen Lucifer (Note for Clarity's Sake: When Lucifer was cast out of heaven, his wings burnt from his back, which left his grace stunted.
He still has some powers, but nowhere near what he or the other archangels had in the show. This is mostly a retelling of the mythology and the Supernatural story based what would be different if Lucifer had fallen from the beginning instead of being cast out and remaining as powerful as he was). For the first rebellion in the history of History, it was kind of a joke. Although the angels had a different concept of time than humans, the American Civil War would prove to have been a longer battle with far greater casualties than Lucifer's attempt at usurping his loving but wayward Father.
Three days, Lucifer thought to himself as he faced his banishment. My Maniac and I. The screams all sound the same.
Sam shudders, and downs another cup of coffee. Black, three sugars. Across the table, Lucifer sighs. Sam pretends he is shivering because of the cold, not because the devil's breath just ghosted across his arms, a silent and invisible invasion. It tickles in a good way. "If I'm about when you're awake too, why not just go to sleep? " Dean makes an unhappy noise in his sleep as the kettle rattles and Sam's stomach twists in guilt. "Sammy," Lucifer coos and Sam bites his tongue to stop himself shooting back "don't call me Sammy. " Well the Devil, He Plays a Golden Fiddle. Hold on to your heart 'Cause I'm coming to take it Hold on to your heart 'Cause I'm coming to break it- Florence + the Machine, "Hardest of Hearts" Sam essentially exploded into the tiny instrument shop, the bell above giving a violent jingle when he opened and closed the door with more force than most customers.
To be fair it was hailing and raining—and hard—outside, and he just needed to escape the inclement weather. He stood for a moment leant against the door, to catch his breath, to wipe his sodden, floppy bangs from his eyes. He let out a breath. The room was empty—no one behind the counter, or in sight. The light was dim, soft and golden from adjustable lamps—a stark contrast to the blue squares thrown against the wall from the windows, with shadows of droplets twisting down. "Hello...? " Sam stepped quietly. "My apologies. The man was tall—almost as tall as Sam, and much heavier set. Fear of Falling. There was no exact term for the fear of falling.
Acrophobia was the fear of heights, he could recall. He supposed another term wasn't really needed. Where else could you fall from but off of a high place? Wingshy. "Wingshy"By Tomi Sama Pairing: Samifer (SamxLucifer)minor: Destiel (DeanxCastiel), MichaelxAdamRating: ExplicitWarnings: Smut, wing!
Kink, spoilers through the season 8 finaleWord Count: 20,444Beta: Bree (BowtiesAndDeductions)My Tumbr: talesfromperdition German Translation By Moni here (just take out the space between fanfiktion and the dot): fanfiktion .de/s/523b692b0001493614103f0a/1/Wingshy Prompt By: defilerwyrm For: FYSL Hotter Than Hell 2013 Exchange Prompt: Like all archangels, Lucifer is an untamed, furious thing, and he's especially handshy about his wings. The first time Sam saw Lucifer's wings, it had been an accident and entirely Castiel's fault. Sam was sitting on his half of the queen-sized bunker bed, flipping through an old copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. It was easier for some. Kevin didn't leave his own room enough to actually fight with anyone.