Imagine going to visit Crazy!Sam and being the only one who can quiet Lucifer...
“Sam?” you ventured tentatively. You were already almost crying just looking at him, so haunted and broken. He was a fragile imitation of the strong man you fell in love with.
Dean stood next to you, trying to be reassuring. “He doesn’t always seem to be–” he hesitated, “here.” He finished, looking at his brother and feeling the painfully familiar stabs of helplessness in his chest.
“Sammy?” you said hesitantly again. “Can you hear me?” You took a few cautious steps towards him. He suddenly seemed to become aware of you being there and he looked up at you, completely worn, the saddest air of desperation in his eyes.
“Y/N?” He suddenly glanced all around the room. “He’s–he’s–where is he?”
You went to him, stifling a dry sob, and hugged Sam against you where he sat, his head pressed into your chest. You felt his arms wrap weakly around your waist and he sunk in against you. “It’s quiet. It’s quiet,” he whispered, clutching at the fabric of your shirt.
Dean furrowed his brow, his heart breaking as he watched Sam cling to you. This was the first time he had seen him so lucid since… “Sam, do you see him? Or hear him?”
“No,” he whispered, not opening his closed eyes.
Dean raised his eyebrows and looked at you as you kissed the top of Sam’s head, whispering soothingly to him, running your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t explain it, but you had shut down Lucifer for Sam. Sam’s breathing became deeper and steadier; he was so tired. He breathed you in. Your presence had brought him the first peace since what felt like an eternity of insanity.
Luke takes your wrist in his hand, gently pulling you towards him and encouraging you to sit on his lap. The tips of his fingers ghost over your collarbone, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. You look up at him through your eyelashes, your hands hovering nervously over his broad shoulders.
“Absolutely beautiful, my love,” Luke mumbles, his bright blue eyes looking into yours as he reaches up to outline the shape of your lips. He slowly leans forward, his lips teasingly brushing against yours and smirking when he hears your breath hitch in your throat.
“Eager, darling?” he teases as he wraps his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him to press your body up against his. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
Luke’s hands slide underneath your shirt, smoothing over your skin and reveling in the feeling of your warmth as he presses his lips against yours. You pull back when you feel him tug at the material, gently pushing his hands away as you look down. He recognizes your hesitant look, noting the way that your cheeks flush as he takes your hands in his.
“If you’re not ready, we don’t have to do this,” Luke murmurs, placing his index finger underneath your chin to tilt your head up so that you would look at him. “I can wait, I don’t mind.”
“It’s not that,” you sigh, shaking your head as you play with the ring on his finger. “I’m ready, Luke, I really am. I’m just… scared.”
“Scared?” your boyfriend repeats, a fond smile appearing as he ducks down to kiss your nose. “Darling, there’s nothing to be scared of. It’s just me. And I think you’re gorgeous.” He leans his forehead against yours, your noses brushing together as he brushes a bit of hair away from your face. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”
He presses his lips to yours once more, his eyes sparkling and full of love when he pulls away and looks at you. “Maybe tonight I can show you just how beautiful you really are.”