Title: don't you love how I break?
Series: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: Eric Kripke owns, yessir. Title is from Korn's "Throw Me Away."
Warnings: Season 5 spoilers. Language, incest, genderswap.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam, Lucifer – Girl!Sam/Dean, implied Lucifer/Michael.
Rating: PG-13/T.
Other: Present for my buddy Nat. She wanted Girl!Sam/Dean with the angels condemning them, but Lucifer being their cheerleader. I love me.

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"They don't understand, the other angels," Lucifer tells her in her dream. They're sitting with their backs to a wall as they watch dream-Dean sleep in the motel bed across from them, her brother passed out from a night of heavy drinking. Sam barely flinches with he touches her shoulder. "They don't understand," he repeats.

"Understand what?" Sam asks quietly, listlessly. Her fingers pick at a tear in her jeans, nails scratching at the smooth skin beneath the material.

"True and unconditional love. The love you feel for Dean." Lucifer leans his head back against the wall, eyes turned Heavenwards. "That kind of love is rare – it surpasses race, religion, gender, even blood."

She turns away, swallowing. She didn't want to talk about the fact that she was in love with her brother – especially not to the son of a bitch beside her. Both Winchesters have been dancing around this for years, for their entire lives maybe. Never spoke about it, never did anything about it.

His hand moves from her shoulder until it takes a hold of her hand, He squeezes it gently and smiles at her when she looks at him. "But I do. I know exactly how you feel."

Sam yanks her hand away, drawing her knees to her chest. "How?" she demands thickly. "How could you possibly know what I'm going through?"

"I wasn't always who I am," Lucifer tells her, smile sad. "I had a brother, too. One I loved more than anything."

Michael, her mind supplies and her eyes widen.

Lucifer nods his head, as if he read her mind. He braces himself against the wall as he stands, then he nods towards Dean. "Life's short," he says. "Don't regret yours."

Then he's gone and she's in bed, looking up at the ceiling, his words echoing in her mind. After several minutes of thought, she climbs out of her bed and pads towards Dean's. She touches his shoulder and he awakens instantly, tense beneath her touch. Then, he relaxes and grumbles out, "Sam?" in a sleep thickened voice.

Sam climbs in beside him, encircling her arms around him. She leans up and kisses his neck, his chin, then finally his lips. Dean goes rigid, then, after a moment, releases all the tension in a long exhale. A moment later, he pulls back with a quiet, "Sam?" Why, Sam? Why now?

"No regrets," she vows and slips her hands beneath his shirt.

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I don't even ship this pairing and I love this fic. Also, you may be getting Boondock Saints fic out of me sometime soon. I love those movies.