What You Need
Title: What You Need
Rating: PG
Length: Oneshot (1773 words)
Pairings: Lucifer/Dean, implied Gabriel/Sam, implied past Michael/Lucifer
Era: None stated
Warnings: (Mostly) Unedited
Summary: Even the Devil deserves to be loved - but sometimes, everyone needs a little help understanding that point.
Note: Written for the "Fic Exchange" on fuckyeahdeanlucifer; prompt - 'Dean/Lucifer: Fic or art: fluff. Pure fluff. Whatever else is up to you, but the fluffier the better. Maybe cuddling while watching TV, or an attempt at an actual date, or a night spent in Rome or Paris in an attempt to be romantic that fails miserably. I don’t care as long as it’s cute and fluffy. Fluff!' [And, well, it has its 'fluffy moments blame Lucifer for the angst]
~*~
It was a normal day. The sun had been shining; the sky had been bright blue and cloudless. Actually, it had been better than normal. No one could really remember the last time things had seemed this good. It was almost like everything was straight out of a Disney fairy tale…
“No, Sam, it isn’t-But good idea for next time.”
Sam turned to the short character on his left, his eyes meeting those of Gabriel’s as the angel grinned around his latest bit of candy. He smiled. “You mean the fairy tale?” he asked, his own smile appearing across his face.
“Might as well be,” said Gabriel. “It’s not like there’s a shortness of the whole ‘true love’ floating around, now is there?”
Gabriel passed over a chocolate bar to Sam, and the two of them turned back to watch the doorway to the motel room. “So, how long until … something?” mumbled Sam, his words slightly inhibited by the thick chocolate.
The angel shrugged. “Well, your brother’s always been a bit dimwitted and it’s not like ol’ Luci is just working really hard to see the obvious here either. So probably … forever … unless …”
Sam turned away from watching the motel and glared at Gabriel. He knew that tone of voice; he knew that look that the angel had, that glint in his eyes. “What have you done, Gabriel?” said Sam.
Gabriel just smirked.
*
Dean awoke to the feeling of a body pressed up against his. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the comfort and closeness that he hadn’t felt for a long time, his mind wandering as he tried to piece together the identity of the individual next to him. He couldn’t remember falling asleep last night with anyone …
But he couldn’t really remember much about last night in general, so Dean supposed the fact that he was ignorant concerning the simple fact he’d obviously had a very good night wasn’t much of a surprise.
Dean turned over in the bed, not really wanting to get up but somewhat eager to at least discover the identity of whomever it was he was currently in the company of. The individual’s grip was strong, his form cool, but Dean pressed closer into his companion as he opened his eyes slowly … saw a head of short, blond hair … and a very familiar face …
What the-?
*
The last thing Lucifer had remembered was sitting on the hillside, alone, waiting for the rain to come. He hadn’t felt so lost, so without purpose, in so long, and being around all of them-being around his brother and the Winchesters and everyone else-he didn’t know if he could handle everything that came with it at the moment.
He’d buried himself in one thing, in one belief and one path and one destiny, for so long that without it, Lucifer didn’t know what he had left. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to take the time to face things that he had spent millennia seeking to avoid-or trying to forget or suppress or do whatever else he could to pretend.
“You pout too much, you know?”
“Go away, Gabriel,” said Lucifer, not even turning around to face his brother as the younger angel approached and sat beside the Morningstar. The two of them just sat in silence for a few moments before Gabriel shoved Lucifer's shoulder and, grinning, broke the silence.
“You should just do something about it, Luci,” he said. “It’s not like he’ll turn you away… Or, you know, hate you.”
Lucifer glared at Gabriel. He never had been overly fond of that particular nickname, but it was one that his younger brother just insisted on using. All the time. No matter what Lucifer did or said or threatened him with, Gabriel never stopped calling him… that. He sighed. “It doesn’t matter,” he said. “You may have gained favor in some ways but with this, Gabriel …” Lucifer shook his head. “You know nothing, little brother.”
“I know you’re afraid, Lucifer,” said Gabriel quietly, causing Lucifer's head to jerk up and look over at Gabriel. He met the younger angel’s eyes, his own blue gaze showing a mix of shock and surprise briefly before he suppressed it.
“I’m no-”
“No, don’t even try it,” Gabriel interrupted. “You may know me better than anyone, Luci, but I also know you.” Gabriel watched his brother out of the corner of his eyes, wondering how Lucifer would respond to what he was going to say. There weren’t many who just out-and-out argued with someone as powerful as Lucifer, but Gabriel has always pushed the envelope-and had always gotten away with it. Mostly.
“You are afraid,” the younger archangel continued. “You’re afraid you’re not who you were. You’re afraid of what will happen.” He paused, his voice growing quieter. “You’re afraid the past is going to repeat itself. That he’s too much like a certain someone else we both know …”
A low, warning growl came from Lucifer, and Gabriel knew he was really pushing things. “Don’t,” hissed Lucifer. “Just… stop talking.”
“You know I’m right, don’t you?” Gabriel just shook his head. “That’s the only way you’d give me such a weak little argument like that.”
“Gabriel-”
“What? What are you going to do? Nothing.” Gabriel moved around on the grass on the hill so that he was sitting directly in front of Lucifer, rather than next to him. “Actually, you’re going to listen.” He took a deep breath and, lifting his hand, begin to tick off items like he was counting.
“Number one, if you think you’re not the same as you were thousands of years ago, you’re right. You can’t be. But newsflash, Luci: no one expects you to be. Number two,” continued Gabriel, lowering another finger as he counted, “the past is the past. Everything that happens now-between anyone-is a completely different story. Completely unwritten, too. Number three, just because Sam was so much like you doesn’t mean Dean is going to behave in the same way as the one he was made for.” Gabriel paused and made sure Lucifer was listening. “You and I both know he cares a hell of a lot more than Michael ever did.”
Silence fell over the two archangels, and very shortly, clouds broke in the sky and rain began to tumble down. Gabriel’s brown hair started to stick to his face, while water dripped from the blond strands on Lucifer's head. Neither paid much attention to their vessels becoming more and more drenched.
“You need him, Lucifer,” muttered Gabriel, his voice barely heard over the rainfall. “Whether you want to admit it or not, you do.” He shrugged. “And believe it or not, he needs you, too.”
*
Lucifer kept his arm wrapped around the warm body next to him, not wanting to let it go. It had been so long since he’d been so close to someone, had such a connection with someone, that he didn’t want to let it go. All of that time alone, all of that time apart from … everyone, everything … it was too much for someone like Lucifer, and he strived to regain what he’d had so very long ago … what he needed …
A slight smile subconsciously appeared on his face as Lucifer sought to get closer to the one lying next to him, the one whom he desired …
The one he couldn’t quite remember seeing in this same position earlier that night.
Lucifer opened his eyes to see a pair of surprised green eyes staring right into his own. Blinking, he stared back. Neither individual-man or angel-spoke for several moments, silence hanging heavily over the two of them as they both just stared at each other, unmoving; Lucifer kept his arms wrapped around Dean, whose body was pressed into the angel’s as much as he could, seeking closeness.
Finally, Dean was the one to break the silence.
“So…” he muttered, trailing off as he attempted to subtly glance down at the two of them. Ah, still clothed, he thought, and was then struck with a brief moment of disappointment at the discovery. “This, um …”
Lucifer forced himself to, reluctantly, remove his arm, pulling it back to his side. However this situation had come about, it obviously couldn’t be; it wasn’t-it wouldn’t-he knew better. “Don’t worry, Dean,” he muttered, turning away from the elder Winchester and attempting to get up from the bed. “No one will know of it.”
Dean grabbed Lucifer's wrist before he could get up and leave the bed. “Wait,” he said. “Lucifer … Where are you going?”
Lucifer paused, his back still facing Dean, and sat there in shock. The words Dean had just said were not what Lucifer had been expecting, to say the least.
“You do not want this, Dean,” said Lucifer quietly. He shook his head. “You cannot want this.”
Dean gave a slight smile. “Yeah, well, I do,” he said. He shrugged, sitting up so that he was next to Lucifer on the bed and looked right into the angel’s eyes. “Maybe you should get to know me better, and not doubt everything so much, Lucifer.”
Lucifer shook his head. “I’m not-”
Dean grabbed Lucifer's neck and kissed him, cutting the angel’s insecurities off. “You’re you,” he said. “And you deserve to be loved, too, Lucifer.”
Lucifer smiled slightly at the thought of being loved. It had been so long … so long …
He lay back and brought Dean down next to him, pulling him close. Lucifer and Dean returned to the position they’d been in upon awakening just moments ago. Dean’s body was pressed up against Lucifer's, while the angel kept his arm wrapped tight around the strong human. His free hand ran softly through Dean’s hair, the movement subconscious, and Dean’s hands held onto Lucifer's.
Close. Connected. Comfortable.
A love that both had been wanting for far too long.
*
“Oh, I maybe just gave things a little push or something. Nothing major.”
Sam stared at Gabriel before turning back to watch the motel, waiting to see if whatever the archangel-turned-trickster had done had worked. “You know I love you, but if this causes problems …” he trailed off as Gabriel smirked at him. “What?”
“Trust me, Sammy. Everything is perfect.”
~*~
Fini!
~Megan
Rating: PG
Length: Oneshot (1773 words)
Pairings: Lucifer/Dean, implied Gabriel/Sam, implied past Michael/Lucifer
Era: None stated
Warnings: (Mostly) Unedited
Summary: Even the Devil deserves to be loved - but sometimes, everyone needs a little help understanding that point.
Note: Written for the "Fic Exchange" on fuckyeahdeanlucifer; prompt - 'Dean/Lucifer: Fic or art: fluff. Pure fluff. Whatever else is up to you, but the fluffier the better. Maybe cuddling while watching TV, or an attempt at an actual date, or a night spent in Rome or Paris in an attempt to be romantic that fails miserably. I don’t care as long as it’s cute and fluffy. Fluff!' [And, well, it has its 'fluffy moments blame Lucifer for the angst]
~*~
It was a normal day. The sun had been shining; the sky had been bright blue and cloudless. Actually, it had been better than normal. No one could really remember the last time things had seemed this good. It was almost like everything was straight out of a Disney fairy tale…
“No, Sam, it isn’t-But good idea for next time.”
Sam turned to the short character on his left, his eyes meeting those of Gabriel’s as the angel grinned around his latest bit of candy. He smiled. “You mean the fairy tale?” he asked, his own smile appearing across his face.
“Might as well be,” said Gabriel. “It’s not like there’s a shortness of the whole ‘true love’ floating around, now is there?”
Gabriel passed over a chocolate bar to Sam, and the two of them turned back to watch the doorway to the motel room. “So, how long until … something?” mumbled Sam, his words slightly inhibited by the thick chocolate.
The angel shrugged. “Well, your brother’s always been a bit dimwitted and it’s not like ol’ Luci is just working really hard to see the obvious here either. So probably … forever … unless …”
Sam turned away from watching the motel and glared at Gabriel. He knew that tone of voice; he knew that look that the angel had, that glint in his eyes. “What have you done, Gabriel?” said Sam.
Gabriel just smirked.
*
Dean awoke to the feeling of a body pressed up against his. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the comfort and closeness that he hadn’t felt for a long time, his mind wandering as he tried to piece together the identity of the individual next to him. He couldn’t remember falling asleep last night with anyone …
But he couldn’t really remember much about last night in general, so Dean supposed the fact that he was ignorant concerning the simple fact he’d obviously had a very good night wasn’t much of a surprise.
Dean turned over in the bed, not really wanting to get up but somewhat eager to at least discover the identity of whomever it was he was currently in the company of. The individual’s grip was strong, his form cool, but Dean pressed closer into his companion as he opened his eyes slowly … saw a head of short, blond hair … and a very familiar face …
What the-?
*
The last thing Lucifer had remembered was sitting on the hillside, alone, waiting for the rain to come. He hadn’t felt so lost, so without purpose, in so long, and being around all of them-being around his brother and the Winchesters and everyone else-he didn’t know if he could handle everything that came with it at the moment.
He’d buried himself in one thing, in one belief and one path and one destiny, for so long that without it, Lucifer didn’t know what he had left. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to take the time to face things that he had spent millennia seeking to avoid-or trying to forget or suppress or do whatever else he could to pretend.
“You pout too much, you know?”
“Go away, Gabriel,” said Lucifer, not even turning around to face his brother as the younger angel approached and sat beside the Morningstar. The two of them just sat in silence for a few moments before Gabriel shoved Lucifer's shoulder and, grinning, broke the silence.
“You should just do something about it, Luci,” he said. “It’s not like he’ll turn you away… Or, you know, hate you.”
Lucifer glared at Gabriel. He never had been overly fond of that particular nickname, but it was one that his younger brother just insisted on using. All the time. No matter what Lucifer did or said or threatened him with, Gabriel never stopped calling him… that. He sighed. “It doesn’t matter,” he said. “You may have gained favor in some ways but with this, Gabriel …” Lucifer shook his head. “You know nothing, little brother.”
“I know you’re afraid, Lucifer,” said Gabriel quietly, causing Lucifer's head to jerk up and look over at Gabriel. He met the younger angel’s eyes, his own blue gaze showing a mix of shock and surprise briefly before he suppressed it.
“I’m no-”
“No, don’t even try it,” Gabriel interrupted. “You may know me better than anyone, Luci, but I also know you.” Gabriel watched his brother out of the corner of his eyes, wondering how Lucifer would respond to what he was going to say. There weren’t many who just out-and-out argued with someone as powerful as Lucifer, but Gabriel has always pushed the envelope-and had always gotten away with it. Mostly.
“You are afraid,” the younger archangel continued. “You’re afraid you’re not who you were. You’re afraid of what will happen.” He paused, his voice growing quieter. “You’re afraid the past is going to repeat itself. That he’s too much like a certain someone else we both know …”
A low, warning growl came from Lucifer, and Gabriel knew he was really pushing things. “Don’t,” hissed Lucifer. “Just… stop talking.”
“You know I’m right, don’t you?” Gabriel just shook his head. “That’s the only way you’d give me such a weak little argument like that.”
“Gabriel-”
“What? What are you going to do? Nothing.” Gabriel moved around on the grass on the hill so that he was sitting directly in front of Lucifer, rather than next to him. “Actually, you’re going to listen.” He took a deep breath and, lifting his hand, begin to tick off items like he was counting.
“Number one, if you think you’re not the same as you were thousands of years ago, you’re right. You can’t be. But newsflash, Luci: no one expects you to be. Number two,” continued Gabriel, lowering another finger as he counted, “the past is the past. Everything that happens now-between anyone-is a completely different story. Completely unwritten, too. Number three, just because Sam was so much like you doesn’t mean Dean is going to behave in the same way as the one he was made for.” Gabriel paused and made sure Lucifer was listening. “You and I both know he cares a hell of a lot more than Michael ever did.”
Silence fell over the two archangels, and very shortly, clouds broke in the sky and rain began to tumble down. Gabriel’s brown hair started to stick to his face, while water dripped from the blond strands on Lucifer's head. Neither paid much attention to their vessels becoming more and more drenched.
“You need him, Lucifer,” muttered Gabriel, his voice barely heard over the rainfall. “Whether you want to admit it or not, you do.” He shrugged. “And believe it or not, he needs you, too.”
*
Lucifer kept his arm wrapped around the warm body next to him, not wanting to let it go. It had been so long since he’d been so close to someone, had such a connection with someone, that he didn’t want to let it go. All of that time alone, all of that time apart from … everyone, everything … it was too much for someone like Lucifer, and he strived to regain what he’d had so very long ago … what he needed …
A slight smile subconsciously appeared on his face as Lucifer sought to get closer to the one lying next to him, the one whom he desired …
The one he couldn’t quite remember seeing in this same position earlier that night.
Lucifer opened his eyes to see a pair of surprised green eyes staring right into his own. Blinking, he stared back. Neither individual-man or angel-spoke for several moments, silence hanging heavily over the two of them as they both just stared at each other, unmoving; Lucifer kept his arms wrapped around Dean, whose body was pressed into the angel’s as much as he could, seeking closeness.
Finally, Dean was the one to break the silence.
“So…” he muttered, trailing off as he attempted to subtly glance down at the two of them. Ah, still clothed, he thought, and was then struck with a brief moment of disappointment at the discovery. “This, um …”
Lucifer forced himself to, reluctantly, remove his arm, pulling it back to his side. However this situation had come about, it obviously couldn’t be; it wasn’t-it wouldn’t-he knew better. “Don’t worry, Dean,” he muttered, turning away from the elder Winchester and attempting to get up from the bed. “No one will know of it.”
Dean grabbed Lucifer's wrist before he could get up and leave the bed. “Wait,” he said. “Lucifer … Where are you going?”
Lucifer paused, his back still facing Dean, and sat there in shock. The words Dean had just said were not what Lucifer had been expecting, to say the least.
“You do not want this, Dean,” said Lucifer quietly. He shook his head. “You cannot want this.”
Dean gave a slight smile. “Yeah, well, I do,” he said. He shrugged, sitting up so that he was next to Lucifer on the bed and looked right into the angel’s eyes. “Maybe you should get to know me better, and not doubt everything so much, Lucifer.”
Lucifer shook his head. “I’m not-”
Dean grabbed Lucifer's neck and kissed him, cutting the angel’s insecurities off. “You’re you,” he said. “And you deserve to be loved, too, Lucifer.”
Lucifer smiled slightly at the thought of being loved. It had been so long … so long …
He lay back and brought Dean down next to him, pulling him close. Lucifer and Dean returned to the position they’d been in upon awakening just moments ago. Dean’s body was pressed up against Lucifer's, while the angel kept his arm wrapped tight around the strong human. His free hand ran softly through Dean’s hair, the movement subconscious, and Dean’s hands held onto Lucifer's.
Close. Connected. Comfortable.
A love that both had been wanting for far too long.
*
“Oh, I maybe just gave things a little push or something. Nothing major.”
Sam stared at Gabriel before turning back to watch the motel, waiting to see if whatever the archangel-turned-trickster had done had worked. “You know I love you, but if this causes problems …” he trailed off as Gabriel smirked at him. “What?”
“Trust me, Sammy. Everything is perfect.”
~*~
Fini!
~Megan