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“You were my Alpha.”

It was never a question for Sam, he knows he was. Lucifer was strong, a leader if there ever was one. There was nothing in this world he feared; nothing in this world he wouldn’t do to protect him. Sam was never weak himself, but with him he felt almost small somehow.

From their first kiss to the last, Lucifer was his light. The one bringing the broken pieces together, healing the ache in his heart. He saved Sam, he shielded him from the horror and torture hell wanted to inflict on him - without a doubt, without ever hesitating to throw himself before his other half.

Sam places a red rose on Lucifer’s chest, leans down and kisses the cold lips of his wonderful devil.

It’s cold here, but this place is the last thing Lucifer wanted to see. A garden filled with hundreds of roses, red and white - the most beautiful place on earth in his eyes.

Sam kneels down next to him, his head resting on the unmoving chest. He doesn’t cry anymore - the tears have long dried. His chest is still aching and he closes his eyes slowly.

It’s almost time now. The sun is setting behind them, the world glows almost golden. But Sam won’t see it again, this is the last time he closes his eyes.

Here, in this garden they kissed in for the first time, he will stay. He’s by Lucifer’s side, where he belongs.

Above them a swarm of crows shoot into the air, the scenery beneath them not bothering them in the slightest. They don’t know the beauty and tragedy that lies in it - in the six wings burned into the ground and the man who whispers his last words before he leaves this world that has nothing left for him anymore.

They will never know, but it’s alright. Sam knows and he’s sure Lucifer would have known too. Their love was always tragic.

Dean Winchester: He is so damn mesmerized. Like okay, before seeing you dancing beautifully, he’d be laughing and teasing you for dancing so terribly, and like, he legit just left for a goddamn beer, and he comes back two minutes later to this? Dean is just so amazed and in a trance - he loves it. He’d also probably wish to see you dance like that again in the future and beg you for days to come.

Sam Winchester: Aw, cute Sammy is so proud of you. He probably just chuckled to himself when he saw you dancing goofily, but when he sees just how amazing you really are, he’d just sit and watch with a small smile. You can bet he’s fangirling inside, but he’s doing a good job at hiding it. Afterward, Sam’s all claps and congratulatory phrases, but inside, his heart is still beating 130 miles per hour, his stomach light and heavy at the same time with happiness.

Castiel: No doubt Cas has probably seen his fair share of dancing these past eons of living, but he’d love yours the most because of all the emotion and grace in each movement. He’d be stunned, and, at first, you might be a little worried at his stone expression, but when you see him crack a small smile, you’d know it’s all okay. Castiel would be so amazed and in shock of your dancing, only shaking his head when he saw your previous, more goofy movements a few minutes earlier.

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Thanks, anon! You’re so sweet.

It was your birthday and you were turning the big 34. Okay, so it wasn’t the big, big, 35, but still, where did your life go? You finally settled down with the love of your life, Sam Winchester and that only happened three years ago. You’d known him for five years, hunting, saving people, saving one another, and finally falling so hard for one another, it was either walk out on the hunting life to keep yourself safe, or stick together, to face the world, come hell or high water. In this case, it was the Darkness.

You didn’t expect much, not with Chuck…er…God living with you, but as you woke on the morning of your birthday, you could smell all sorts of sweets, cakes, and goodness, coming from the kitchen. Wondering who could have done such a thing like that, you ambled your way towards the kitchen, bumping into your other half, Sam, who wrapped you in his tentacle like arms, kissing you.

“Happy birthday, babe,” he yawned which was contagious at this stage. You weren’t sleeping much, with the Darkness’ demise pending on Dean’s potential sacrifice.

“Thanks, love,” you pecked him back, “I really hope you weren’t up all night baking, especially with what we have going on.”

Sam looked at you curiously, quirked an eyebrow, and shook his head, “Actually, umm, I was going to make pancakes, but I just woke up.”

“Then what’s that I smell,” you queried walking faster towards the bunker’s industrial sized kitchen. You both stopped in your tracks at the doorway. Mouths hanging open at the splendid display of confectionary baked goods pulled high on the mahogany table.

“Oh my God!” You ran to the table, picking up a cookie, eyes roaming the display of cakes, crossiants, sugary sweets, and piles of cookies.

A throat cleared behind you and there stood Chuck, Lucifer, and Dean, and your brother in law smirked, “technically it was all three of us, but yeah, Chuck here helped.”

“Happy birthday, Andi!” Chuck grinned.

“Yes, let’s celebrate what little time left we have,” Lucifer snorted.

His Father gave his a sideways glance of disapproval and he sighed, “Try the eclairs, I filled them myself.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you were touched by the sentiment.

“Who knew I’d live to see the day where God, Satan, and my brother in law, worked together to bake?”

“You know us, we do it big around here,” Dean pulled you into a hug whispering, “love ya Sis.”

Thirty-four wasn’t that special, but as you all dug into the desserts, you realized this dysfunctional family was special enough.

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