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Sam's skin still looked like the sun kissed it every day. Neither of them had stepped into sunlight in over four hundred years, but even his hair still had soft highlights from his time working in fields and walking along roads. When he sweat Lucifer would swear there was real heat in the spaces between their bodies. It didn't matter that Sam hadn't seen either a sunrise or a sunset since the 1600's and Lucifer in far, far longer. Nor did it matter that he'd sought Lucifer out every night for three years when he was human. Watched the sun sink below the horizon until he could venture into the woods. He was just as avoidant of it’s yellow light as any vampire.

Most humans would go back inside, caution their children with tales of long fangs and soulless eyes. Sam had started out a hunter of his kind, hunting those who preyed upon his living kin. Lucifer had been intent on ending his life at first, right up until he'd heard Sam speak.