[Fic] "Room 21"
May. 23rd, 2016 04:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lux_tuli“Screw all of you.” Lucifer growled out before he stormed off, venturing deeper into the bunker. Damning his Father for being too stubborn to give an apology and the Winchesters for being a pain in his ass for first refusing to cooperate with him then leading him into a trap to be captured and tortured by his dear aunt.
He had not explored much beyond the library and main room of the bunker so he blindly guided himself down the long hallways without any clear sense of direction. Just anywhere away from those three would be fine.
The furious archangel paused in front of a door that was labeled with the number twenty one, the tug of his grace instantly told him who it belonged to. Sam Winchester, his true vessel. It was constantly infuriating how being in his presence reminded him of the connection between them. Of course, as a human Sam would be unable to feel it. The way that Sam’s soul called out to him, beckoning him with that warm vibrancy.
Even Castiel had taken notice of it, “so that’s how it feels to have a true vessel” had been his intrigued comment. Lucifer would even venture far enough to say that he had been in awe. His little brother generally stayed quiet while he was in control but every once in awhile he would chime in with his thoughts.
It had been thrilling when he was one with Sam, how complete he felt, but he also knew the stinging pain from being rejected from the one that was his other half. It nearly felt as bad as being betrayed by his older brother.
Lucifer wandered inside the room and closed the door behind him, twisting the lock to leave him some privacy as he invaded Sam’s. Not that it would be the first time he had done so, plowing through his memories when he had possessed him and later when he had been reaching out to him from inside the cage. There was hardly anything that Sam could hide from him.
He found an ipod resting on top of his dresser. Technology was a rather curious human invention and Lucifer had only little experience with it by learning how to fiddle with Castiel’s cellphone and the tablet that he had taken off one of his demons. He scrolled through the list of music and clicked on one at random.
He tilted his head when no sound came out of the device when he hit the play button.
“ You need to use the earphones .” Castiel advised and Lucifer looked at the tiny buds hanging off the device. Slowly, he pulled them up and placed them into the vessel’s ears. He put the ipod into the trenchcoat’s inner pocket as he continued investigating the room.
The lack of personal decorations made it seem like that Sam did not live here but Lucifer knew better as he could sense Sam’s essence all over the room. It was rather strange as he knew it was human custom to cover their living space with personal trinkets to make it their own.
It was odd as Lucifer seemed to recall the glimpses he had seen through Sam’s memories of his dorm room at Stanford. The nightstand had been lined with picture frames and various memorabilia from the university hung on the wall.
Lucifer got quickly tired of the cord for the earphones and took them out placing the ipod into a stand with speakers, which instantly caused the sound to blast through the room. Well, it was certainly loud but he did not mind as it was nothing compared to the decibels of his true voice, which was so strong that human ears were unable to comprehend. Although, Sam was perhaps capable of hearing his at least, along with the potential of witnessing glimpses of his wings and true form, since he was his true vessel.
At some point while Lucifer was sifting through Sam’s dresser drawers for anything of interest, though all he could find was the same old boring lumberjack plaid over and over in different styles - at least when he had planned on wearing Sam he was going to put him in a crisp white suit, he heard loud insistent knocking on the door.
“Lucifer! You know, at some point in time you’ll have to come out and talk to--God.” He heard Sam speak with a raised voice so he could be heard over the music but truly it was unnecessary as Lucifer would be able to hear him even if he had whispered.
“If Dad has something to say to me I’ll hear it from him. Until then, I’ll be in my room.” Lucifer insisted firmly as he resisted the urge to growl out at them, closing the drawer with the shirts and opening the next. He heard some muffled conversation between the brothers until Sam told Dean that he got it and Dean walked away.
“May I come in?” Sam asked as he gave another soft knock on the door. He sighed and snapped his fingers so that the door unlocked. Lucifer was looking down at undergarments when Sam walked through and stopped abruptly, his face flushing red in embarrassment.
“Hey, hey, are you seriously going through my underwear?” Sam shouted as he rushed over and slammed the drawer shut, though not before Lucifer got a glimpse of the silk boxers. His next order of business was to shut off the blaring music.
“I’m surprised you have expensive tastes in undergarments when you dress like a country hick.” Lucifer remarked as he glanced over Sam. His true vessel deserved to be clothed in only the finest. Adorned in the finest gems, if he had any inclination towards wearing jewelry.
“Not that my wardrobe is any of your business but I’m not here to talk about that.”
“Ah, yes, you want me to listen my Father make pathetic excuses for His actions and not take any responsibility for abandoning His own son. You cannot even begin to comprehend my pain at His betrayal. He tossed me out like a piece of garbage, as if I meant absolutely nothing to him, and made Michael, my dear older brother, toss me out to add insult to injury.” Lucifer scowled as he ranted. It was not only the hurt of being discarded but all those years trapped inside the Cage stewing in nothing but rage. It had driven him mad.
Though, somehow Lucifer still had managed to keep it together for the most part, at least much better than Michael who had cracked under prison life without much time elapsed. Perhaps he just happened to be the more resilient archangel.
“Look, I know you have a lot of feelings towards G-Chuck but we need to work together if we are to have any chance of taking down of Amara. Weren’t you the one that told me about being willing to do the hard thing in order to save the world?” Sam tossed his words right back at him. Lucifer was surprised he had taken his lecture to heart as he thought Sam had been acting too stubborn to listen to him.
“Are you expecting me to just forgive my Father when he doesn’t feel the least bit sorry?” Lucifer hissed, gripping Sam by the shoulders and backing him against the wall, causing him to give a small wince. His soul was ringing loudly in his ears now as a result of the close proximity. It was so grating.
“No, that’s not what I’m suggesting. I’m saying that you should put your feelings aside in the meantime and you can go back to hating Him after we defeat Amara….what the hell was that?” Sam cursed as his body shuddered. Lucifer froze and instantly removed his hands from Sam’s shoulders. Some of his grace must have subconsciously tried reaching out to Sam while there was physical contact between their flesh.
“Nothing.” Lucifer mumbled out, backing away from Sam.
“The hell it wasn’t.”
