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And that was how Sam Winchester found himself shopping for suits with the Devil (he wondered if he would ever get used to doing things with Lucifer to the extent that it wouldn’t sound absurd. Because seriously, you try thinking “I ate breakfast with Lucifer” and not having it sound crazy or evil). He and Dean usually got their suits at whatever department store was cheapest, but the local mall had a fancy suit store close to where they’d landed (Lucifer had flown them), and Lucifer walked in before Sam could say anything. So, now they were in a store that made Sam feel low-class just looking in the window, looking at suits that coat more money than Sam had ever had. On the one hand, this made Sam feel really uncomfortable and he wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. On the other hand, Lucifer looked good in a suit, and he was pretty sure he’d be able to look at that sight indefinitely.
Eventually Lucifer picked out a suit he liked (a deep charcoal gray that really brought out his eyes) and then they were on their way.
“Remember,” Sam said from the bathroom as he put on his own suit, “these are kids, Christian kids, so try not to be too...” He paused, looking for the right word.
“Me?” Lucifer suggested.
Sam snorted. “Yeah—well, no, just keep in mind that they don’t know anything about this supernatural stuff, and that telling them who you are is probably a bad plan.” He stepped out of the bathroom and saw Lucifer’s incredulous expression. “Hey.” He moved to stand in front of the angel, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m not asking for a total revamp, I’m asking you to not purposefully terrify a bunch of teenagers. Okay?”
Lucifer sighed, looking down but bringing a hand up to cover Sam’s. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Sam grinned. “Then let’s go.”
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The youth pastor who had been leading the trip (a young man by the name of Josiah) was more than willing to give them a list of names and addresses for everyone who’d gone to the lake. “I just can’t believe something like that happened!”
“Were you and Alex close?” Sam asked sympathetically.
Josiah shook his head. “I mean, I saw him every Sunday and most Wednesdays, but he was closer to the old youth pastor.” He shrugged. “I mean, I’ve only been working here for six months.”
Sam nodded. “Thanks for the help—we’ll get back to you if we have any questions.”
“Great.” He gave them a weak smile. “I hope you figure out what did this.”
Sam smiled, nodded, and grabbed Lucifer’s arm to steer him out of the church.
Once they were outside, Lucifer let out a huge sigh. “Well, it’s been a while since I’ve been in one of those. At least, when I wasn’t destroying it, that is.”
Sam laughed. “I bet. How’d it feel?”
Lucifer gave him a smile. “Not as bad as I would’ve expected. Perhaps...perhaps it really has been long enough. I am awfully tired of fighting, Sam.”
Sam slung an arm around his shoulders as they walked away from the church. “I know. That’s why you’re here, right?”
“Exactly.” Lucifer relaxed slightly against him, and Sam tightened his arm around him.
“We’re going to make this work,” Sam said, no longer sure who he was reassuring.
“I know.” Lucifer sighed, shrugging out from under Sam’s arm and raising two fingers to Sam’s forehead. “Are you ready?”