Monday: Song Titles

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Hello, hello, this is darkmagic_luvr as your guest host for this week. It's practically midnight where I am, so let the week begin!

To start us off this week, today's theme is song titles. Not lyrics, titles.

Rules are rules, you can prompt 5 times in a row, but no more than 3 per fandom - however, you can always prompt again once your original prompts start getting answered.

Please respect the Code Monkeys by commenting in the correct, easy to understand format beginning with fandom(s), followed by a character or pairing and ending with the prompt, like so.

Merlin/Firefly, Arthur/River, Endlessly, She Said

Supernatural/Firefly, evil!Sam/triggered!River, I Can't Take It

Dark Angel, Max/Alec, Kiss With A Fist

If we've got nothing to strike your fancy, there are always Lonely Prompts waiting for love.

Have fun!

"tag=(songs)"

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Merlin/Firefly, Arthur/River, Endlessly, She Said

Endlessly She Said, Merlin/Firefly, Arthur/River

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

How many more times?

Too long to go before you sleep.

I hate it when you talk in riddles.

You always did. It's good to know you again, brother.

Morgana. Alive and kicking...again.

Still here.

You waited for me this time.

I will wait for you, she said. I will wait for you, so spoke Misery.

Cheerful. And is it just me, or are you...weirder, this time?

You're a boob. Come find me?

Where are you?

In serene peace and on the fields of bloody Serenity.

...I really don't know why I put up with you.

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Supernatural/Firefly, evil!Sam/triggered!River, I Can't Take It

[solarbaby614.livejournal.com]

I'm not completely sure what to make of think of this prompt. In a good completely awesome sort of way. I can't seem to come up with a coherant thought about it.

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Dark Angel, Max/Alec, Kiss With A Fist

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CWRPS, Jared/Jensen, Can't Fight This Feeling

[kaylynnkie.livejournal.com]

Title: Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore
Author: kaylynnkie
Pairing: SPN Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1,646
Rating: NC-17

It was raining outside the Hilton Plaza in Chicago. Jared was holding up an umbrella as he waited for Jensen to extricate himself from the fangirls that had congregated outside in the front. He was smiling and signing things that they offered to him. After what felt like an eternity, he waved goodbye and walked away. Jensen turned to him, scowling.
"You didn't have to just leave me there, asshole," he growled. "It's raining," he complained brushing water out of his hair.
Jared shrugged. "You seemed to have it under control. Where is our driver picking us up?"
"At that corner." He pointed to where two signs more or less collided into each other. "He said at Flower and Center."
What Jared could make out, read something like F or d R & C nt side. "Glad you got this under control."
"It's what you keep me around for," he teased with a gentle shoulder push.
Something warm shifted in Jared's belly, and they waited at the corner, pressed close together until a dingy blue SUV arrived to pick them up. They could hear NPR pouring from the speakers. Apparently, their driver was deaf as a doornail. When Jensen pulled away from him to claim the front seat, he felt a twinge of sadness and missed the warmth of his friend.

http://kaylynnkie.livejournal.com/11066.html

[scoopchick.livejournal.com]

CWRPS, Jared/Jensen, Secret Smile

[scoopchick.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, If You Only Knew

[scoopchick.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, I'd Come For You

FILL: NSFW

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Dean would be lying on the bed, spent and relaxing, half dazed glaze in his pretty green eyes, satisfied to the fullest… if it were not for his evil brother. God, Sam is trying to kill him, all of the pleasure his body is far more than he is accustomed to in one night.

It’s like Sam cannot get enough him, he has to kiss and touch and it is a lot, too much; Dean cannot linger in this realm of pleasure any longer. Hours, upon hours of lust and desire have left him exhausted, blissfully bathed in the afterglow of a night of intense passion. Ever since Sam got his soul back they have been making up for lost time. It is as if Sam is insatiable.

And yet Sam doesn’t stop. He rubs at Dean’s wet hole, smearing cum around the dusty pink hole, fascinated by how raw and tender and pink the twitching flesh is. He is lust drugged, pressing his face to the puckered flesh and wiggling his tongue in as deep as he can, and pressing kisses to the hole, breathes in the musky scent of his beautiful brother.

Dean is spent, his warm freckled skin soothed by the feeling of Sam’s rough, wet tongue and fingers and lips caressing on his trembling body. He cannot come one more time, if he does, he can combat, and yet his cock aches. He moans and groans and whimpers as his beautiful little brother pleasurably torments him.

Dean moans and bites his lip, he whines as Sam’s tongue caress between his cheeks, licking lazily, rimming him and making him whimper and squirm. He gasps as Sam’s mouth brings wetness between his legs; his tongue licking in slow circles around his hole, the rough, warm texture of it is lapping over the sensitive flesh enough to make Dean loose his mind.

Despite the ache in his bones he feels his spent dick valiantly twitch, a string of precome dribbling from the wet slit. HIs lover shoves his thighs wide apart and laps gently, tongue sliding over swollen, slick flesh. He feels Sam chuckle smugly as he shamelessly humps the mattress, trying to gain friction for his quickly swelling dick.

When a pathetic whine slips from his lips, Sam pauses, and Dean could tell him to stop, ‘please, Sammy, no more,’ and yet he does not. He gives into the lust, shivering and moaning, a spark of pleasure shooting up his body as he comes to Sam once again.

♥ END ♥

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SPN, Sam/Dean, For The Very First Time

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, Let's Do It

[lexhibition.livejournal.com]

It's birds, first, and Sam spends almost an entire day as a flamingo before he manages to convince Dean that no: he's not hallucinating. And yes: his little brother is apparently being bullied by the biggest celestial practical joker in existence.

Almost as soon as Dean growls the name 'Gabriel', Sam changes again.

Spending a few hours as a bee is the second most bizarre experience of Sam's life. The first most bizarre is using his tiny bee arms to break off a rose thorn with which to stab another bee who seems just a little too fond of honey.

After that things get so surreal that Sam stops trying to measure them on any kind of weirdness scale. He is a flea. He wonders if he's just going to keep getting turned into smaller and smaller creatures. Maybe Gabriel is taking this Trickster thing too far and trying to bring him down a peg for...being too tall?

Then he changes, in quick succession, into a clam and a jellyfish, and that theory is shot all to hell.

He's a lizard, laying on a rock, when Gabriel apparently recovers from the slight of having been stabbed with a rose thorn and reappears. The wayward angel has turned himself into a frog.

"Are you going to tell me what the hell this is all about?" Sam...hisses.

Gabriel croaks in reply: "Nope. Just think about it. Birds, bees, clams...ringing any bells, Sam-o? What do they all do?"

"I don't know!" Sam flicks his tongue out. He doesn't actually intend to, but as a reflex gesture it's pretty appropriately insulting.

"They all fall in love!" Gabriel somehow manages to make a frog expression look smug.

Sam takes a moment. "No, they don't!"

"True," the arch-angel-turned-Trickster admits. He puffs up his throat, croaks, and then finally Sam is human again.

So is Gabriel - or, at least, he's human shaped. He grins at Sam like he's a lollipop just waiting to be sucked. "But it's a catchy song all the same." He steps forward...

And, okay, being kissed by Gabriel is officialy the weirdest thing to ever happen to Sam, ever.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean, Hold On

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, I'll Take Care of You

FILL: Weechesters/fluff

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Little Dean had come down with a cold.

He lay in bed and he couldn’t stop shivering. He was curled up in a ball and huddled under five blankets, doing everything in his power to get warm. He was freezing, even though the heat was on and he was buried under a mound of blankets. Unable to find a cozy place to nap on the knotty, worn out mattress, he is squirmy, he feels even worse when a mattress spring digs into his back.

He felt absolutely miserable; his body ached, his skin was clammy and cold, his nose was runny and his head hurt. It’s a miserable raspy cough followed by a nasal sneeze that came from underneath his huge mound of fluffy fuzzy blankets.

The sheets caterpillar-wiggle as Dean squirms around trying to find a cozy spot to lie; with the body ache the bed feels like it is made of rocks. With all the wiggling his sleeved arm slipped out from under the warm blankets and he grumbled grumpily and quickly tucked his arm back in and shuffles closer to the center of the bed. He tugged the covers tighter around him, immuring himself in his little fluffy cocoon.

His father was out on a supply run, picking up more medicine, while Uncle Bobby was downstairs making him soup and a grilled cheese sandwich.

Sammy was somewhere in his bedroom, although Dean wasn’t exactly sure where. His baby brother was an adventurous little squirt and was always on the go. Dean could hear Sammy shuffling around the room and even though his eyes were closed and he couldn’t see him, he could hear Sam perfectly. He was able to track his sibling’s movement and know exactly where he was. Sick or not, Dean always watched out for Sammy, making sure he was safe and protected.

It was quiet for a moment then he heard the soft sound of little feet on the carpet, drawing closer to the right side of the bed. Dean felt Sammy’s small pudgy hand against his forehead and he opened his eyes, grinning a little when he saw Sam standing there hugging his teddy bear with the missing eye in one hand and his blue cotton blanket in the other.

“H-Hey S-S-Sammy,” Dean replied, his teeth chattering loudly as a hacking cough rattled his lungs. His mossy eyes are fever bright and droopy, his hair is an adorable spiky mess, and his cheeks are rosy pink and speckled with boyish cute freckles. He shivers, hunkering down into the fluffy snuggly sheets.

“Dee still sick?” Sammy inquired curiously.

Dean sniffed and wiped his runny nose on his sleeve. “Yeah, Sammy. I’m still sick.”
Sam held out his blanket and teddy bear, offering them to Dean, along with an adorable smile. Dean grinned, but shook his head. “No Sammy, those are yours. I don’t want to take them. You keep them.”

“We share,” Sammy insisted.

Smiling fondly, Dean patted the spot beside him and watched as his baby brother climbed onto the bed. Sam took the blanket and spread it over him before taking the teddy bear and laying it right between them. The youngest Winchester then wiggled under the covers and snuggled close to Dean.

“Love you, Dee.”

“I love you too, Sammy.”

“Dee feel better now?”

Dean wrapped his arm around his sibling and drew him closer, before placing a kiss to his cheek. “Yeah, Sammy. I feel better now, thanks for taking care of me.”

Sam smiled proudly and hugged Dean tighter, and together, the pair drifted off to sleep.

♥ END ♥

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CW RPS, Jared/Jensen, Am I The Only One

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Supernatural, Sam/Lucifer, Evil Has Never (Loved You) - Union of Knives

Not crack, just cracky...okay, no it's crack

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

If possible then their lives had become even stranger since the truce between Heaven and Hell effectively stopped the apocalypse.
For example they had never needed a virgin angel before. They found a wounded unicorn, yep unicorns existed but they were more falling into the 'awesome badass supernatural creature that doesn't want to kill us all' then into the 'My little pony' category. Anyway the unicorn was hurt and Castiel had insisted that they had to help it because they were good creatures, created to inspire innocence and beauty and affection. That meant that a virgin angel had to heal it,nothing else would have worked.
Thanks to Dean Castiel was utterly disqualified for the job, whic was why they adjusted a summoning ritual to specifically target virgin angels.
Castiel cited Enochian words in his deep, resonant voice and Sam could clearly see that as soon as they were done here, Dean would drag the angel off for some very unangelic things.
'Hi Sam.' Lucifer seemed as suprised to be here as everyone else in the clearing. Part of the truce had been that neither Michael nor Lucifer would claim their true vessels, whic meant that Lucifer still happily walked the earth but hadn't dream-stalked Sam for weeks now.
'Cas.' Dean looked ready to attack the second Lucifer made one wrong movement. Then Lucifer saw the unicorn and kneeled down nest to it.
'Who did this?' He asked angrily.
'We don't know.' Sam said: ' We found it like this.' He watched in amazement how Lucifer laid his hands over the deep wound in the unicorn's flank and suddenly it was gone. The unicorn rose to its feet and carefully pressed it nose against the hollow between Lucifer's neck and shoulder.
'Do you want to touch it Sam?' Lucifer asked.
'I thought only virgins could...' Sam trailed off.
'I just healed her so she owes me a favour.' Lucifer said.
'Dude, the devil's a virgin?' Dean asked, judging from the tone of his voice, no one in particular.
'I didn't exactly have many opportunities.' Lucifer answered: 'Between my brothers and sisters in Heaven and the demons in Hell.'
'His true form would have killed any demon who tried to come near.' Castiel explained.
Sam took a step towards the unicorn and froze when she..it looked at him scrutinisingly. Sam was half sure that it would put its gorgeous golden horn through hhim at any moment now but ti simply turned its head and sniffed at his shirt. Sam let out a relived laugh and put his hand slowly against the unicorn's throat. Lucifer's hand left its place on the unicorn's flank and covered Sam's.
'It feels great, doesn't it?' He said.
'Yeah.' There was a shuffled in the background like Dean wanted to throw himself at Lucifer and Castiel didn't let him.
'There's no fucking way I'm going to let the devil flirt with my brother. Virgin or not.' The rest was cut off by the sound of wings.

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CW RPS, Jared/Jensen, Loving Arms

[hells-bells.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Castiel, Sweet Disposition

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Surprise #1. It turns out that the vessel of evil actually has a quite sweet disposition.

As Cas stands there trying to figure out this strange new thing, this unpleasant wrenching that is inside of him and yet not, Sam pats his back lightly and says, gently, "We all feel that way sometimes Cas." Cas does not see why that should alleviate the degree of suffering, but it does. By a small ratio.


Surprise #2. The farther Cas strays, the more he is able to feel human sensations.

The first time, Cas lies there, wondering if it would be like he imagined. Sam prods him to take action, to figure out his own desires. Cas disappears and returns days later.

"Cas? Are you okay? Are you upset that I..." Sam asks.

"I am not upset, Sam."

Dean interjects, "He's just traumatized because he was touched by a Sasquatch."

"No, I have been discovering my sexuality. Human books have suggested that learning on one's own is a useful precursor to shared relations," Cas answers.

Dean looks like he didn't ever want to hear anything like that about Cas.

Sam thanks him but asks that Sam might be given first crack at further explorations.

Cas agrees that learning alone was educational but much colder and lonelier than training alone. Sam smiles and doesn't let his worry show that Cas can feel cold.

Surprise #3. Humans hate humans. But that doesn't change the fact that humans want everything to be human.

Cas sees the way humans name their pencils, their computers, their modes of transportation. The way they dress animals in costumes and make weapons and tall buildings evoke body parts.

He sees that humanity is more important to humanity than good and evil. This is precisely their greatest flaw, but also precisely what makes them different from other creatures.

Cas sees Sam's poorly-hidden anger. His ongoing conflicts with Dean. The fear and self-doubt permeating him. Cas worries that the fear of saying yes will erode at him, even more than he has been; that the erosion will make saying yes a self-fulfulling prediction.

But even as he carries this burden - even as both brothers do - Cas notices that Sam finds the kindness in him to ask about Cas, to let Cas fruitlessly grasp for words when Sam asks him what falling feels like, his long slow fall from himself. He does not ask out of curiosity, Cas knows; he wants to know how to get Cas through it.

Cas is not entirely sure he will make it. But he knows that as long as Sam keeps asking, keeps caring, he might very well feel like he can.

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True Blood, Godric/Eric, What Hurts The Most

[daria234.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Michael or Jimmy, Celebrity Skin

[hells-bells.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Lucifer, Breathe Me

by this thorn - gennish, PG, AUish

[tigriswolf]

hear me, boy, hear me and know--i've won, you've lost, all is done and this is it

It's a beautiful garden. A beautiful day. The sunrise is brilliant, the garden blooming by its light, and the birds sing, a chorus ascending into the sky...

So beautiful.

It's all a lie.

say yes, say yes, your brother already has, i'm him and he's me and we're together in this skin, say yes, say yes, quit fighting--you'll never win

He is the Prince of Lies. You've already experienced the worst, so nothing else matters.

You won't give in because that's the last card you have to play. His victory isn't complete, no matter how beautiful the garden, how brilliant the sunrise, or how loudly the birds sing.

He's already won everything else, so you'll deny him this.

i can wait, boy, i can wait forever.

but you can't.

[mad-maeglin.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Any, A Cruel Angel's Thesis

not a new fic but...

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

I used this song as part of a Cas-centered fanmix/drabble set a long time ago - Beside the Highway (http://tiptoe39.livejournal.com/tag/beside%20the%20highway) - if you are at all interested.

I will try to write you a new fic for this too since I'm cheating by pimping my old fic :)

EDIT: I have something written but I can't post it until late tonight! Sorry!

[daria234.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Neal/Peter, morning yearning

[phate-phoenix.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Sam/Gabriel; My Life Would Suck Without You (Kelly Clarkson)

[hells-bells.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Castiel, Drowning

[psychedelicammo.livejournal.com]

Initially Castiel felt nothing for the Winchesters. They were tools to be used in the service of a greater good, not unlike Castiel himself.

Then the Winchesters made him angry as they rebelled against his every order. Concern for their well being chased a grating awareness -grudging affection. Confusion followed by doubt. Followed by jealousy, sadness. And ultimately more doubt, that never seemed to stop, it had become a running thread connecting all over Castiel's thoughts.

These human emotions inundated him, sullying his grace and pulling him further under the tide. Trapped in the undertow, Castiel was drowning as his new emotions betrayed him.

"Cas," Samuel Winchester closed the door behind him and leaned against the threshold of their motel room. "You okay?"

This human was more cautious than Dean, at least where angels were concerned. Uncertainty, another emotional with which Castiel was now intimately familiar.

"I am... okay."

Sam chuckled. It was a coarse, unhappy sound that made Castiel's chest ache.

"Yeah, me too."

Sam stretched and yawned before leaning against the walk rail and looking out over the sleeping parking lot. All the other motels rooms were dark, though a few flickered blue with the glow of television pixels. The town beyond that was just as drowsy.

Castiel caught sight of a sliver of skin, bare where Sam's s-shirt rode above the elastic of his sweatpants.

Want, another disturbing response to the Winchesters Castiel had added to his cache.

He wanted to erase Sam's sorrow. To wash the sallow tint of sleep deprivation and malnutrition from Sam's skin with just the tips of his fingers. Reaching out from his sentinel's perch, Castiel traced the revealed flesh.

Sam shivered and pushed back into his hand. "What, Dean didn't lecture you on the difference between good touches and bad?"

"I do not always listen to Dean's lectures." Sam felt soft and hot as Cas pushed further up his back, pressing hard against the arch of his spine.

"That's probably a good thing."

Castiel watched curiously as a red flush crept up Sam's neck and into his cheeks.

"Cas, this is a really rough time for all of us. I mean you're-"

Sam looked at him, eyes tiger bright and shining in the yellow pall of the street lamp. He turned, laying his wide hands on Castiel's hips, just holding him. It made Castiel feel more grounded, solid.

"We're all under a lot of stress and that makes people do crazy things."

"You have been neglecting your health." Castiel offered.

"Yeah well, I'm coping. But when this is all over I don't want to be accused of raping an angel."

Technically his assertion was false, but Castiel didn't rush to correct him. The word "falling" stuck in his throat like blasphemy.

When Sam kissed him, stopping those dark, poisonous thoughts, it felt like the first genuine breath Castiel had taken since initially possessing his vessel.

For once he wasn't struggling in the depths all alone. He broke surface with Sam's tongue in his mouth and Sam's hands caressing him as if Castiel was something precious. Something worthy of gentleness and care, not merely an ally in battle or in life with Dean Winchester.

Sam broke the kiss and frowned a little as Castiel tried to follow his lips with a gasp. Lust was a sin, as was greed and Castiel's pupils were blown wide with the rush of them.

"Do angels get cold?" He asked, scrubbing up and down Castiel's arms even though he was the one in the t-shirt.

"No, but I think I may." Castiel felt uncertain, but Sam didn't leave him floundering for long.

"Come inside," Sam opened the door, letting Castiel go in first. "We'll see if angel's like cheap beer."

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal, U Got It Bad

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Voyeur jokes aside, there was something intimate about surveillance. At least there was when Peter Burke did it.

Burke had combed through all available footage of Neal Caffrey when he was tracking him. He had watched every minute of the considerable amount of video footage at least five times. Usually more.

He still wasn't able to spot any tells. Caffrey was just that good at lying.

But there were some other things. Things not as useful, perhaps, as knowing whether Neal Caffrey is telling the truth. But some emotions, with enough training and observation, Peter had learned to detect. He couldn't always tell when Neal was scared or when he knew more than he let on. But there were some telltale signs when he got angry (which was rare). There were some big tells for when Neal was proud of himself (much more common).

And then there was arousal. Peter had looked over a ton of footage trying to figure out what it meant when Neal got that tiny hint of blush in his cheeks, when his posture just slightly shifted. It wasn't for the things one might expect; Neal rarely showed that response when someone threw themselves at him, or even when confronted with a wall of stacked hundred-dollar bills. It was ... at other moments.

Now that they've worked together for awhile, Peter sees that in-person information gathering is vastly superior to security cam footage. He sees Neal's response - and he is the only one who sees Neal's response - when he gives Neal a little slap on his hand when he reaches for the radio. When Peter's hand lightly grips Neal's neck as he reminds Neal in a firm voice that obedience is expected. When Peter does an impromptu inspection of his anklet, Neal's leg coming up to make the angle more convenient for Peter's hand to feel the length around his lower calf.

Other moments too. In those moments right after Neal has escaped some danger, when Peter has come in time to save him and is patting him, checking for injuries, Neal's eyes are grateful and impressed, but there is also that something else, that thing that anyone who hasn't watched thousands of hours of Caffrey footage would miss.

And when they're both on a case, and the ideas are flowing, and it's like a perfect duet, both of them high with the challenge and the synergy. Neal gets that look then too.

Even when Peter shows some small kindness to a witness or a victim or a perp. And it's not just a gooey-eyed gaze of isn't-that-sweet. Peter knows, he's studied -- and Neal is turned on by a good number of things that Peter does.

At first, Peter isn't sure what he should do with this. Encourage it just enough that Neal will think twice before running, but otherwise ignore it, Peter thinks is most likely.

But as the weeks pass, Neal's miniscule blush, his twitch of posture, happens more and more. One day, Neal gets turned on by Peter's hand in the small of his back, guiding them so Neal isn't distracted as they walk through the lobby. A gesture Peter has done a thousand times before.

Peter can't help but stop and look at Neal.

"What?" the con artist said innocently.

Peter answered, "You got it bad." An observation, neither amused nor upset.

"What do you mean?" Neal asked, and for once, Peter could see the fear, the anxious press that made Peter worry about Neal's frantic energy cutting loose.

Peter thought just for a moment about letting it go, about letting the moment pass, so Neal could have his pride and Peter could have his relatively calm workplace.

But Peter was never good at backing off, so he said, "You got it bad, Neal. But don't be upset that I noticed. I think I might have it pretty bad myself."

[mad-maeglin.livejournal.com]

RPF, Misha Collins, Escape (Pina Colada Song)

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Supernatural, Sam/Lucifer, Given to Fly (Pearl Jam)

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

Lucifer's arms felt warm and secure around his waist. Sam had closed his eyes and waited. He heard it beofre he felt it, the well-known noise of flapping wings and suddenly he lost the ground under his feet. His hands grabbed Lucifer's arms and held on tightly but he didn't fall.
'Open your eyes, Sam.' Lucifer whispered. Sam did and what he saw...it was hard to describe. It wasn't like a regular flight. No wind brushed against them and the ground wasn't becoming underneath them. It was like someone had wrapped light and sund and space around them. It was like someone had given music a taste and the stars a sound and colours a texture.
'Are we travelling through space?' Sam asked.
'No. This is what flying is like for us.' Lucifer told him with his soft, sad voice: 'You can have this Sam. All of this. You just have to say yes.'
How do you turn down all the beauty of the universe for one small planet? How do you come down once you touched the stars? Sam didn't have an answer either but he said:
'I can't.'
When he woke up he felt tears cling to his lashes.