Fic: Devil's Favor 5/?
Devil's Favor 5/?
Rating: M for violence and sexual situations. M/M slash of The Devil/Sam persuasion with a side of Andi/Sam in the beginning.
Sorry for the long wait. This chapter just didn't want to come. Also I have a tendency to put too many details in my fics, so this one I jump scenes and just summarize. We'll see how it works. Besides I can't wait to get to the good stuff. Cheers.
For Medicinal Purposes Only
When Sam and Ben came home from the Bench at 6:30 PM they found Sam laying prostate on the living room floor, staring dazedly at the ceiling. His right arm was tucked close to his side and he had a big bandage on his forehead.
"Hey man, have you been doing that all day?" Sock asked hesitantly. "You missed a killer prank we pulled on Ted this morning."
"I just got home... again."
"What's up with the sling?" Ben motioned to the sling resting on Sam's stomach. "I think that's supposed to be on your arm. Are you alright?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah. I'll be fine." Sam answered although his voice sounded dull and spacey. "Tony tried to kill me that's all."
"Tony Tony? Our Tony? The Tony previously of Steve and Tony?"
"Yeah. He thought I was the Devil's son."
"What?" Both Ben and Sock asked in shock. They shared a concerned look over Sam's head.
"Used me as bait... Lucifer healed me though, at least most of it. Still hurts like a bitch, but at least if I was the Devil's son I'd know where I stood."
"What are you talking about, man?"
"After Andi broke up with me-" Sam continued in the same monotone.
"WHAT?" Again echoed his two best friends.
"Why would she do that?" Ben asked in shock. "You two have a great relationship."
"Well it turns out she just now realized that Lucifer owns my ass." For the first time that night Sam seemed angry instead of just numb from shock. "I really wish she had figured it out before we started dating, since it's been obvious since then."
"She'll come around." Sock tried to reassure his downtrodden roommate, who at that moment looked utterly pathetic. "You crazy kids love each other."
"Honestly, that's the least of my problems right now."
"What is Tony gonna come after you to finish the beat down?"
"No he's back in hell."
"Okay then." Ben commented. "That would explain the sling. What was the vessel this time?"
"No vessel. The Devil did it."
"Oh."
"Yeah. So I went over and talked to my dad to ask if I was really his son and if that was the reason he tore pages from my contract."
"I really don't like the sound of this." Ben murmured to Sock under his breath.
"Does that mean we can call you Satan Jr?" Sock asked Sam gleefully. "How about just Junior for short?"
"'M not the Devil's kid. Turns out my dad was able to exchange his soul for mine after he died and save my soul from eternal torment. Both him and mom know about it but turns out they'd rather sacrifice their own son in their place."
"Damn! And I thought my family was bad."
"But they're real sorry about." Sam told them with a small bitter smile. "Feel absolutely terrible."
"Well that sucks big hairy monkey balls."
"Yeah."
"Hey at least technically you're still in the same situation as before." Ben mentioned quietly, although he looked absolutely furious on Sam's behalf.
"Benjy's right. The Devil still owns your soul, but you're no worse off then you were before you found out."
"Yeah, except my own parents couldn't give a damn about me."
"No offense man, but your dad's a dick." Sock told him as he flopped down besides Sam on the carpet, with Ben laying down on his other side. "Let's just hope the Devil doesn't want you to capture a soul, huh. That would really suck!"
The three friends looked at each other for a few moments before all three broke into laughter. If Sam's was tinged with hysteria the boys didn't call attention to it.
"Let's all go and get trashed." Ben suggested unexpectedly, ignoring the surprised reaction of his friends. "Booze makes everything look better. We can worry about it all tomorrow."
"No offense guys but I really don't feel up to dealing with crowds right now."
"That's what the mini bar and refrigerator is for, man." Sock told him as he rolled to his feet. "It's a good thing I just stocked up. You want a Corona or should we start with the hard stuff?"
A little over two hours later all three roommates were passed out on the living room couch, although Sock was in the process of falling off the end. Empty beer, tequila and scotch bottles were all over the room. Silently so as to not wake them up, Lucifer appeared in the room with a large wooden chest. He placed it in the middle of the coffee table where his reaper would be sure to see it first thing when he woke up.
Lucifer's lips quirked upwards into a smirk as he imagined how colorful Sam's reaction to his present promised to be. Just as he was about to disappear as silently as he entered he glance back at Sam. Taking a step closer to the crowded couch he pulled the afghan laying on the back and threw in haphazardly over the three sleeping humans. The smirk melted off Lucifer's face as he took a closer look at his reaper. Even in sleep Sammy was frowning. The Devil placed his hand on Sam's forehead just next to the bandage and Sam's brow smoothed out in relief.
"Get some sleep, Sammy" Lucifer whispered quietly, brushing his hair off his forehead. "You're going to need it."
Rating: M for violence and sexual situations. M/M slash of The Devil/Sam persuasion with a side of Andi/Sam in the beginning.
Sorry for the long wait. This chapter just didn't want to come. Also I have a tendency to put too many details in my fics, so this one I jump scenes and just summarize. We'll see how it works. Besides I can't wait to get to the good stuff. Cheers.
For Medicinal Purposes Only
When Sam and Ben came home from the Bench at 6:30 PM they found Sam laying prostate on the living room floor, staring dazedly at the ceiling. His right arm was tucked close to his side and he had a big bandage on his forehead.
"Hey man, have you been doing that all day?" Sock asked hesitantly. "You missed a killer prank we pulled on Ted this morning."
"I just got home... again."
"What's up with the sling?" Ben motioned to the sling resting on Sam's stomach. "I think that's supposed to be on your arm. Are you alright?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah. I'll be fine." Sam answered although his voice sounded dull and spacey. "Tony tried to kill me that's all."
"Tony Tony? Our Tony? The Tony previously of Steve and Tony?"
"Yeah. He thought I was the Devil's son."
"What?" Both Ben and Sock asked in shock. They shared a concerned look over Sam's head.
"Used me as bait... Lucifer healed me though, at least most of it. Still hurts like a bitch, but at least if I was the Devil's son I'd know where I stood."
"What are you talking about, man?"
"After Andi broke up with me-" Sam continued in the same monotone.
"WHAT?" Again echoed his two best friends.
"Why would she do that?" Ben asked in shock. "You two have a great relationship."
"Well it turns out she just now realized that Lucifer owns my ass." For the first time that night Sam seemed angry instead of just numb from shock. "I really wish she had figured it out before we started dating, since it's been obvious since then."
"She'll come around." Sock tried to reassure his downtrodden roommate, who at that moment looked utterly pathetic. "You crazy kids love each other."
"Honestly, that's the least of my problems right now."
"What is Tony gonna come after you to finish the beat down?"
"No he's back in hell."
"Okay then." Ben commented. "That would explain the sling. What was the vessel this time?"
"No vessel. The Devil did it."
"Oh."
"Yeah. So I went over and talked to my dad to ask if I was really his son and if that was the reason he tore pages from my contract."
"I really don't like the sound of this." Ben murmured to Sock under his breath.
"Does that mean we can call you Satan Jr?" Sock asked Sam gleefully. "How about just Junior for short?"
"'M not the Devil's kid. Turns out my dad was able to exchange his soul for mine after he died and save my soul from eternal torment. Both him and mom know about it but turns out they'd rather sacrifice their own son in their place."
"Damn! And I thought my family was bad."
"But they're real sorry about." Sam told them with a small bitter smile. "Feel absolutely terrible."
"Well that sucks big hairy monkey balls."
"Yeah."
"Hey at least technically you're still in the same situation as before." Ben mentioned quietly, although he looked absolutely furious on Sam's behalf.
"Benjy's right. The Devil still owns your soul, but you're no worse off then you were before you found out."
"Yeah, except my own parents couldn't give a damn about me."
"No offense man, but your dad's a dick." Sock told him as he flopped down besides Sam on the carpet, with Ben laying down on his other side. "Let's just hope the Devil doesn't want you to capture a soul, huh. That would really suck!"
The three friends looked at each other for a few moments before all three broke into laughter. If Sam's was tinged with hysteria the boys didn't call attention to it.
"Let's all go and get trashed." Ben suggested unexpectedly, ignoring the surprised reaction of his friends. "Booze makes everything look better. We can worry about it all tomorrow."
"No offense guys but I really don't feel up to dealing with crowds right now."
"That's what the mini bar and refrigerator is for, man." Sock told him as he rolled to his feet. "It's a good thing I just stocked up. You want a Corona or should we start with the hard stuff?"
A little over two hours later all three roommates were passed out on the living room couch, although Sock was in the process of falling off the end. Empty beer, tequila and scotch bottles were all over the room. Silently so as to not wake them up, Lucifer appeared in the room with a large wooden chest. He placed it in the middle of the coffee table where his reaper would be sure to see it first thing when he woke up.
Lucifer's lips quirked upwards into a smirk as he imagined how colorful Sam's reaction to his present promised to be. Just as he was about to disappear as silently as he entered he glance back at Sam. Taking a step closer to the crowded couch he pulled the afghan laying on the back and threw in haphazardly over the three sleeping humans. The smirk melted off Lucifer's face as he took a closer look at his reaper. Even in sleep Sammy was frowning. The Devil placed his hand on Sam's forehead just next to the bandage and Sam's brow smoothed out in relief.
"Get some sleep, Sammy" Lucifer whispered quietly, brushing his hair off his forehead. "You're going to need it."