[Fic] "The Prom"

[lux_tuli]

Title: "The Prom"

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing(s): Gen-fic

Characters: Lucifer, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 762

Summary: [Crack!AU!drabble] In which Lucifer decides to take a very confused Sam to prom.

Originally posted: January 8, 2016

Sam Winchester had stepped into Detroit ready to say yes to Lucifer and enact their plan to throw him down into the cage to put an end on the apocalypse. Well, partially. He was nervous about having to mentally tangle with the Devil for control of his body to follow through with the mission.

 

He had drank more demon blood than he had ever done before to prepare his body for the invasion, the last step before he extended the invitation. Things were supposed to go without a hitch. Sure, Lucifer turned out to have knowledge about the Horseman rings but that wasn’t going to stop him, even if Dean tried to convince him otherwise. No, this was their only option.

 

However, when Sam finally spoke the words that Lucifer had been longing to hear, there was no attempt to possess his body and instead he had whisked them away from the city with a smirk on his face.

 

It appeared to be early evening as they had reappeared outside a random high school. The parking lot was filled with cars and there was a trickle of students walking towards the entrance.

 

“I’m so glad that you finally said yes.” Lucifer said joyfully as he held out a red rose to him. Sam blinked as the angel was no longer wearing Nick’s tattered and stained clothing but a crisp white suit. When he finally reached out tentatively to accept the flower, Sam noticed that his clothing was different as well and he wore a suit that matched Lucifer’s.

 

What the freaking hell was going on? Why were they at a school dressed like they were about to attend a wedding? The only time that Sam wore clothing this nice was when he put on his suit to pass as a FBI agent during a case.

 

Could angels get stoned? Castiel had gotten drunk off that liquor store when they were going after the Whore so maybe. Sam was tempted to ask the Devil if he was high on some narcotic to be acting like this.

 

“The timing is just perfect as it’s currently prom season. Though, I would have found a way to make do if you said yes any other time of the year.” Lucifer reached out to adjust the rose corsage that was pinned to Sam’s suit jacket.

 

“Why are we here rather than you getting ready for your big fight with Michael?” Sam deadpanned. 

 

“You misunderstand me, I don’t want to fight my brother at all.” Lucifer explained as he led Sam into the high school. He was amazed that none of the students or their chaperons had paid much attention to them. Surely it must be weird for two older men showing up to a prom?

 

The high school gymnasium was decked out in balloons, flowers, and ribbons. A lot of blue and gold, which Sam could only assume to be the school’s colors.

 

“Still, that doesn’t explain why you brought me here and why I’m wearing this.” Sam tugged at the end of his own sleeve.

 

“May I have this dance?” Lucifer extended his hand out, expecting Sam to accept it.

 

“What if I say no?” Sam gave the Devil his best bitchface but he didn’t see that smile waver from his face.

 

“Then I take you back to your brother and the apocalypse is back on the table.” Did that mean Lucifer was intending to back off from his plans so long as he complied here? As much as Sam really did not want to dance with the guy that wanted to wear his meatsuit, in the whole grand scheme of things, it was a small sacrifice to make in order to save the world.

 

“Alright then, yes.” Lucifer’s smile widened in delight and intertwined Sam’s fingers with his own as he pulled him closer. They proceeded to slow dance, which Sam still could not comprehend why on earth he wanted to do this, while the others in the room remained oblivious to their presence. Perhaps the archangel had used some of his magic so they would not notice them.

 

With the disparity between their heights, Sam being a good several inches taller than Lucifer, the angel had leaned his head forward against his chest, unable to rest it on his shoulder. A couple times he had even caressed Sam’s face gently with his hand.

 

At the end of the evening, Lucifer had flew him to the motel where Dean was staying and told him that he hoped they could do that again sometime before disappearing.