Aaaand another part of SamiferBigBang for this wonderful story "Amend" by amazing talesfromperdition

Another style but oh well... young Luci is a bitch to draw ( to be fair Luci in general is a bitch to draw), but I tried, should I draw the boys at least once~

Friggin finally my part of SamiferBigBang \*O*/ for this wonderful story "Amend" by amazing talesfromperdition

This is my snippet for the SLBB. Basically, the beginning.

Rating: M for mentions of slavery and abuse. 

Summary: “It wasn’t a pull or some kind of energy that pulled him towards that collar. There wasn’t any magic, spark in the air, or an ‘it must be mine’ thought invading him that compelled him to buy it. He just saw it, thought about the similarities it had with the one he had given Dean when they were kids, and bought it. Easy and normal as any other previous purchase…

Maybe if his brother hadn’t called him that morning, making him remember of their old adventures, he wouldn’t have bought it. Not even cast a glance at it. Maybe if it hadn’t looked so dirty under the light of his kitchen, he wouldn’t have clean it with a piece of cloth either.”

Or an AU in which Lucifer is a genie and Sam is his unsolicited master.

Saying that Sam was astounded would be an understatement. A big, really big one. Though given the fact that it wasn’t everyday thing to see a person appearing from thin air in the middle of your living room while you cleaned some piece of jewelry, no one should blame him.

Especially because, as soon as the man appeared, he knelt with such an inhuman elegance, his head bowed and, even if their eyes never met, Sam knew he was talking; there was noise and he could see somehow the movement of the other’s lips. He was half hearing him though, because it was really hard for his brain to think in something besides the obvious: A. Man. Just. Appeared. From. Fucking. Nowhere.

“Are you fine, master?” the man said, and even if his voice and smile were polite, there was a hidden mocking edge in his words that made the curl of his lips sharper somehow. The man tilted his head up and Sam got a better look of his clenched teeth. “How long are you going to space out, may I ask?”

Sam would have frowned at the tone if he wasn’t still very surprised. He glanced at his door, trying to think in some logical answer, but his brain was still in halt.

Sam shook his head, trying to clear his head, so he could think calmly about his situation.

“Never let your eyes wander from the threat until you know it’s safe,” his mind provided with what suspiciously sounded like Dean’s voice.

His eyes returned to the blond man, to observe him. The possible danger he could be. After a quick glance, he couldn’t find one. Sam realized that he could easily overpower him. The man was not thin but some of his bones were clear to look at through the pale skin that looked as if it hadn’t seen the light of the sun in a long time. His hair didn’t shone and there were light bags under his eyes. He barely looked healthy. But Sam didn’t let that trick him because even with those physical characteristics, the man emanated a power that made him want to recoil and run away. One would think the most startling thing would be the clothes (or more like the lack of clothes, because he was just wearing some kind of weird pants and some jewelry), but the eyes were what stricken him the most. They haven’t locked eyes yet but there was something in the icy blue that looked ageless and as if there was a hidden, dark, knowledge behind them. Something told him he didn’t want to meet those eyes.

The man cocked his head to the side, his lips curling politely.

“Perhaps you have fallen from your crib as a youngling and now you cannot process information properly? Should I repeat slowly what I have said perhaps, master?

Okay, that wasn’t very polite.

Sam didn’t answer and the man obviously thought Sam had some kind of brain damage. That’s the only thing that expression could mean.

“You are the collar’s new owner. You gave the necessary respects to it. It makes you my master.” The man bowed his head once, somehow stiffly. His once ageless eyes now looked vacant and subdued. “I’m here to serve you and do as you wish,” he added.

Okay, Sam was going to have a panic attack any time now. His palms were already clammy and his lungs were starting to burn with every breath he took. He tried to swallow it and take a deep breath to clear his throat, trying to not show his discomfort at all. “Is Dean the one behind this?”

The man’s eyebrow rose.

Okay, he totally deserved that look. He did just saw the man appearing from thin air just a moment ago. Fuck. Get over that, Winchester. You’ve more problems to deal with, Sam thought, backing away a step more. It startled him when he felt the wall against his back. He couldn’t remember when he had backed off so much but his hand had started to tremble, his mouth was dry and heavy. Sam clenched his fist once as he tried to stood up and go to the kitchen; carefully trying to walk around the still kneeling man whose eyes were on the floor.

“I need some water,” Sam said as a way of explanation, he didn’t know why.

He was stopped by the sound of snapping fingers. In the next second, the man was again in front of him, his right knee, and left hand touching the floor as he held a weird-looking glass full of water between the fingertips f his free hand.

Sam shut his eyes tightly. “Okay, none of this is real. This is just a dream. I returned tired from work and fell asleep on the couch. Yes, that happened. I haven’t slept well in days, surely, when I open my eyes there won’t be a man in my living room. I’ll be alone and return to dream normal things again.”

There wasn’t any sound that could confirm him if he was truly accompanied or no, so he opened his eyes slowly. There were bright spots appearing in his sight for shutting them so tightly but he blinked a couple times and he could see everything normal once more. There wasn’t a man in front of him.

Sam sighed in relief, fingers running through his hair as he collapsed on the couch. He was alone in the room. It had been a hallucination.

Once relaxed, he glanced at the spot on the floor where the collar fell from his fingertips. He frowned at it cautiously but didn’t move to grab it, just concentrated in steadying his beating heart.

Sorry it took me so long to post! I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1: Cthulhu and Coffee

Sam heard the jingle of the bells alerting him that someone had just entered his book store. He hurriedly placed the last four books in his hands onto their respective shelves and quickly tucked his hair behind his ears as he made his way to the front of the store. He painted on his “business owner” smile and approached the man.

The man was smaller than Sam, in height and weight. As Sam closed the distance between them, he noticed the dark-haired man had already made his way to the Classic Horror Fiction section and was flipping through an H.P. Lovecraft novel and Sam spoke finally, “’Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end.’”

The smaller man jumped out of his skin and turned around quickly. He wistfully smiled once he noticed Sam before speaking.

“That’s beautiful. What is that from?”

Sam was shocked at the course gravel that poured from the man’s mouth, a stark contrast to what Sam expected to hear from a man hardly 6 foot tall. Sam chuckled and pointed toward the novel still clasped in the man’s hand as he answered, “It’s a Lovecraft quote. I saw you checking out one of his novels and figured it would be a good way to introduce myself. My name is Sam Winchester, I’m the owner of this shop.” He smiled again, extending his hand to the stranger.

The man took his hand then and shook it firmly twice before replying, “My name is Castiel Novak. I’ve never read an H.P. Lovecraft novel before, but I was recommended to check out his work by... a friend. My brother owns the tattoo shop a couple of buildings away from yours. I was in the neighborhood and figured I would come in here to check out your selection.”

Sam chuckled and murmured, “Damn, if my brother Dean were here, he’d be flipping out and showing you every great Lovecraft novel that I have stocked.”

Castiel nodded and looked down suddenly at the copy of At the Mountains of Madness held in his hands before informing Sam that he was ready to make his purchase. They made their way to the front counter and made small talk as Sam checked Castiel out, ran his card, and then handed over the novel inside of a brown paper bag with the name of his shop, The Men of Letters Book Store, stamped across the front. Castiel thanked Sam, and Sam thanked him back with a pat on the back and a warm invite to return any time he liked.

Sam heard the bell jingle once more, proving Castiel had exited before returning to his work of stocking the shelves. He had heard of the tattoo shop- well, more like he had physically heard the tattoo shop. There was a constant thump of bass coming from the building which made Sam angry on more than one occasion. He figured the City of Chicago would cite them eventually for the constant blast of metal music, but apparently they hadn't. Sam was pretty pissed the night before as he tried to read his favorite Vonnegut novel after closing up the shop. Rightfully so, he believed, because he was unable to focus from the sound of bass reverberating throughout his entire building. Just as he felt the irritation running through him once again at the thought, Dean entered the store with his usual yell of, “Ay, Sammy!”

Dean made his way to the aisle Sam was stocking and removed a few books from the cart Sam was dragging around, placing the books in their correct spaces as he instantly delved into his re-cap of his night.

“Sorry I’m late, dude. Clingy chicks, you know? They always wanna stay for breakfast.” Dean said as he laughed, causing Sam to shake his head.

“You know your dick is going to fall off from all the incessant humping you do, right? Do you even remember her name?”

Dean’s smile was all teeth as he replied shortly, “Nope! But I got us coffee. Next best thing, huh? Left it on the counter.”

Sam laughed then, shaking his head once more before following Dean toward the front of the shop to retrieve their to-go cups. Sam took a big gulp before mentioning, “You just missed it, dude. Weirdest guy came in just a couple of minutes before you and bought a Lovecraft book. Apparently, his brother is the dick that owns that tattoo shop around the corner.”

Dean choked mid sip on his coffee and began hacking up a lung. Sam watched him curiously until Dean finished his fit.

“Castiel?”

“Uh, yeah. You know him?”

“Oh, yeah, he works at a coffee shop I go to sometimes. He’s cool.”

Sam laughed and added, “He’s kinda weird.”

Dean rolled his eyes, saying, “Eh, he’s just a little different. Cool guy though. Weird coincidence. Also, speaking of that tattoo shop, try to close a little earlier tonight. We have tattoo appointments at 10 PM there.”

Sam’s eyes bugged out of his head as he stared at his older brother before speaking up.

“Uh, no. Not the tattoo type, Dean. I’m not getting tattooed.”

“Shut up, Sammy, stop being a bitch. It’s just a little one. It’s just the uh…” Dean trailed off before finishing his sentence quietly, “it’s that symbol mom and dad always kept around the house.”

Shit. Sam felt guilt creep throughout his body until it was shown all over his face. Dean was staring at his own boot-clad feet when Sam spoke softly in reply, “Alright, Dean. I’ll try to close early.”

Dean looked up at Sam and beamed before taking his coffee back with him toward the cart of unstocked books as he yelled over his shoulder, “It’s gonna be fun, dude! Our first tattoos!”

So I’m writing a fic for thesamifercommunity ‘s slbb :)

It’s from one of the earlier chapters, so not much spoilers here!

The therapist took one look at him, shook his head at Lucifer’s lateness despite his limp, and gestured him to sit on one of the ratty, roach-infested chairs they have here. Lucifer crushes a small cockroach between his thumb and index finger.

Three hours ago, that morning, he was subjected to the electrical torture that left his arm shaking throughout lunch. The constant ache in his hurt leg throbbed with every small movement. Although his entire body felt like it was on fire Lucifer showed none of it. To the good doctor? He was just plain late.

A nurse went around handing them bibles. She must be new, a recent addition to the staff here. They don’t last for very long. Most of them either quit after a week or stay for the rest of their lives. An old wedding ring, plain gold, rests on her finger.

She leaves the room. Lucifer forgets about her, focusing on the heavy book in his hands instead. His fingers grip tight around it’s leather bound covers. The bible is a heavy book, it’s embedded golden letters a large part of his childhood. There was always a cross on the wall, the tortured, macabre body of Jesus Christ pinned to the wooden symbol.

The book itself made up his bedtime stories. Michael, his father, and even his mother on occasion would read it to him, even when Lucifer was too young to understand he knew that this book was important to his family. He could sill quote most of the book off by heart. Lucifer did remember the punishment for forgetting a verse, after all. No dinner, and an hour in the closet. As he said, the bible was an important book for his family.

“..Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: It is abomination.” King James bible, Leviticus eighteen twenty two. That one was thrown at Lucifer quite often at home. He expected to hear it in this place, of course, but the words still cut at him like a knife. Even strangers would despise him if they knew of his preference for men over women, whether it be sexual or romantic relations. Damn them all, Lucifer thought. Humanity, in his opinion, was an infestation on the surface of this earth, as the original Lucifer has said. Bar himself, of course. And those that he hold in esteem. Lucifer has always been a prideful boy who thought that he was a better man than most. Some would call that an issue of personality. He would say that most of humanity did not deserve his respect.

“Milton? Milton!” The old man with stern eyes and greying hair calls out, and Lucifer snaps out of his thoughts.

“Repeat after me. All of you.” Lucifer glances around. There are several other men here, five or six in all, including himself. Most of them are his age, or older, but there is one boy that looked even younger than him.

“Thou shalt not lie with mankind....” The voices, some strained and others barely heard, rises up in unison. Bullshit, Lucifer thought. He remains mostly bored, and slightly strained. He taps on his injured leg.

“...as with womankind...” Lucifer looks up. The old doctor/preacher/whatever he was meets his eyes.

Here is the first scene in my Samifer Big Bang, which will be completed and posted sometime in September.

Pairings: Samifer (Sam/Lucifer), Destiel (Dean/Castiel), Michael/Adam Rating: R Possible Warnings: Experimentation on humans, human-animal hybrids, oppressive government, Distopian!AU, resistance movement, violence, language, probably sex

Summary: Sixty years after a new force – named Grace – has been discovered, scientists have found a way to create animal-human hybrids who can act as proxies so that humans can use the seemingly magical force. The Men of Letters, a government contractor, has created a Unit of human-hybrid pairs to track down illegal or escaped hybrids. After a routine mission goes awry, the Unit must decide what's more important: following the mission or joining the fight for hybrid rights.

Sam watched Dean move up the block from the north, arms bare and hands at the ready, from his position in the alley southwest of the church. His brother was quick on his feet, silent, and even though the place was like a ghost town at this time of night, if someone had been looking they wouldn't have seen Dean approach. When he was hidden from Sam's sight again, static filled the Comm in his ear for a second before Castiel's deep voice announced, "Cain has hit the mark."

There was a soft snicker from Dean over the Comm because he always laughed when Castiel said that.