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Don't Give Up on Me - Chapter Three
Title: Don't Give Up on Me (Ch: 3)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theinsaneeraser
Rating: Pg-13
Genre: Angst, AU, Humor, Schmoop.
Pairing: Eventual: Lucifer/Michael, Pre: Gabriel/Sam
Other Characters: Anna, Dean, Jo.
Spoilers: Nope.
Warnings: None yet.
Word Count: 2,879
Summary: Lucifer works at Celestial FM - a joke based off his name. Michael works at a multi-billion dollar company called CR (Computer Resource's)Inc...
Author's Note: thank you to my betasarahlizzie
|Chapter One|Chapter Two|
~*~*~*
Michael sat there, listening to the sound of his younger brother’s voice, the voice he hadn’t heard in ten years. He was pretty sure he’d let out m any pained sounds, and he was well aware of the water pooling in his eyes, causing everything to become fuzzy and muddled. It had been so long, and part of him had feared Lucifer’s death, but this…this was like a God send.
“Sorry about that folks. Anywho, we’ll be starting all request hour in a few, so send in those calls guys. Jo will be there to answer them and write them down.”
Michael was at his desk before he knew what he was doing and typing the radio’s name into the Google search bar, clicking the link to the site and dialling the number. He swallowed hard and waited on hold; they were busy it seemed. He started to pace, listening to Lucifer and someone named Dean…
Dean, I’ve heard that name before, isn’t that Sam older brother?
He frowned slightly and wrote the name on a sticky note, planning on asking Samuel next time he saw him, maybe get Gabriel to. Or maybe Gabriel would know. Did Gabriel know that Lucifer worked at the radio?
No, he wouldn’t keep that from me. Not him.
“Celestial radio, Jo speaking. What your request?”
“Uh…” he mind drew a blank and she shook his head as he scrambled for a song. “I am.” He finally choked out. “By Bon Jovi.”
“ Oh, Bon Jovi, nice, alright, it’s on the list. Stay tuned!”
There was a click and he continued to stand there, totally thrown for a loop, not knowing what to do. He was scared, which wasn’t something that happened to him, neither was the confusion he was currently feeling. He swallowed hard again and finally collapsed boneless on his chair, putting his head in his hands.
It had been ten long years, ten years he’d never forget. Just like he’d never forget the night that ruined it all, the night where he lost his little brother.
That horrible night.
~~~
“Gabriel! Gabriel get back here! That’s my dolly!” a young female voice screeched. “Gabriel I’m going to kick your butt!”
Michael flattened frowned as Gabriel ran towards him, unruly copper hair a mess as always, already dressed for bed – though he wouldn’t go in it for hours yet – a grin on his face, his caramel eyes alight with glee. He was nine years old and already a handful. Then again, most of his siblings were a handful and sometimes he wished his dad didn’t work so much, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Right behind him was his only sister – Anna. She had long red hair in curls, and looked so much like their mother. She had bright green eyes and was six. She was wearing her nightgown, and would be to bed sooner then Gabriel – she wasn’t as much of a handful, unless you angered her; like Gabriel was doing right now.
He caught Gabriel around the waist, being eighteen had it’s perks, and stopped his flee. Gabriel squirmed in his grip before going slack with a sight.
“Michael,” he whined, “lemme go!”
“Michael, he took my dolly, he was going to do mean things to her, I just know it! He’s so mean.”
“I’m not mean, you are just dull and don’t get a good joke, none of you do.” Gabriel counted and started to squirm again. “Now lemme go!”
“Gabriel, give your sister back her doll and stop causing trouble or Santa’s going to give you coal in your stocking.” Michael raised an eyebrow in a just-try-to-say-no gesture.
“Yeah, Santa’s gonna give you coal!” Anna chirped up and Gabriel wrinkled his nose and handed it back.
“Not fair, you always ruin my fun; you’re a fun sucker Michael!” Gabriel stuck his tongue out and Michael released him, letting him run off probably to terrorize some other part of their family.
“Thank you Michael.” Anna hugged him and he smiled. “Of course.” He hugged her back. “Now, why don’t you go get ready for bed, Anna?”
Anna nodded and took off back down the hallway, giggling. Michael smiled and shook his head.
“I have such a weird family,” he spoke to himself.
“Oh you love us,” a voice called and Michael turned to see his other younger brother – Lucifer – standing in the doorway to his bedroom. Lucifer was sixteen and had short dirty blond hair – he liked to dye his hair from its usual black to this - and bright blue-green eyes. He was grinning and in a pair of PJ bottoms and a white t-shirt.
“Lucifer,” Michael could feel his cheeks flush and he cursed himself, running a hand through his hair, “of course I do. Doesn’t mean you’re all not a bunch of freaks. Sometimes I feel like the only normal one in the family.” He chuckled, his heart rate picking up and then there were the butterflies and all that other lovey-dovey nonsense he’d like to pretend wasn’t there.
Lucifer chuckled and shook his head, smiling softly. “Sometimes being abnormal is fun.” He grinned and Michael laughed. “Need help putting the rugrats to bed?”
“Yes, please, thank you.” Michael let out a sigh of relief. “I was dreading this.”
“Want me to put Gabriel to bed?” Lucifer grinned. “Since he seems to listen to me more?”
Michael rolled his eyes but nodded. “Only because you let him get away with everything.” Lucifer shrugged and Michael shook his head. “You're such a bad influence.”
“That’s what older brothers are for.” He winked and Michael’s heart dropped into his stomach.
~~~
Michael gripped the side of the desk, he hadn’t realised he was shaking until he’d looked at the coffee in the cup and saw it shivering. He released his white-knuckle grip and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, bring himself out of that memory, that horrible, horrible memory.
The one that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
He took a few steadying breaths and looked at his computer screen. It was a picture of a blond girl with brown eyes. She had her back against Lucifer side and she was giving him one of those angry looks that meant you weren’t angry, but trying to fake it. On Lucifer’s left was a man – Dean. He had short brown hair and green eyes that he’d seen mirrored on Samuel, not that he saw Samuel much only when Gabriel had him in his office. He was sticking his tongue out at Jo and making bunny ears behind Lucifer’s head.
Lucifer, Lucifer looked…good.
His unruly blond hair – still dyed away from it’s natural black, though Michael guess it grew blond now with how many chemicals he’d put in it – fluffed up with a bead-head look. His blue-green eyes were sparkling as they were in mid roll, his hands on his hips, his head tilted to the side slightly. Still, there was a sadness to him, the way his shoulder slumped like even though he was happy, he wasn’t at the same time and Michael could feel the tears that had been welling up spill over a bit.
Why did Lucifer always make him so God-damned emotional? How could his little brother always get under his skin and bring out everything Michael tried to hide, to shove away; forget.
“Okay folks, we’re back on air.” Lucifer chuckled. “Took him long enough though.”
“Hey, you wanna do it next time? If I remember correctly you and electronics go as good together as whipping cream and hot dogs.” Dean, it must have been Dean, snarked back but there was a hint of laughter in his voice.
“You know, somewhere in the world they like that sort of thing. So really, that doesn’t work.” Lucifer’s voice sounded a little smug – he always sounded a little smug.
“You know what, shut up.”
“Oh would you two get a room already? Let’s get back to the music.” A female voice demanded.
“Right… Well folks, it’s time for the music!”
Michael sat down in his chair and stared at the radio as the first song – something he didn’t recognize – started to play. He wasn’t paying much attention to it though. All he could concentrate on was the fact that Lucifer was alive and okay and working and not dead.
Lucifer…
~*~*~*~
Lucifer removed his headset, laughing as Dean tossed an empty pop can at him. Jo smacked him over the back of the head, and then Dean as well as he walked past her. “Ow,” Lucifer faked, laughing harder as Jo sent him a look. Dean was chuckling as well, walking back over with a few sheets, most likely with technical stuff he wouldn’t understand. Because Dean hadn’t been wrong, he didn’t do well with technology.
“You know, you’re an instigator,” Dean said, pointing a pencil at him before tucking it behind his ear and sinking below the desk. “Why do you always have to instigate me?”
“Maybe because you’re easy?” Lucifer commented and that earned him a playful glare. “Oh, don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it.” He chuckled, popping in the CD’s Jo handed him.
“We got a good crop tonight, lots of great songs and we had more people then usual, some newer callers too,” she said and looked over a few sheets. “Also, after this we have a few announcements for a contest that is being healed by the morning crew, and apparently we have to advertise it anyways.”
“They never advertise our stuff.” Dean scowled and there was a bang. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“You alright?” Lucifer stood up and peeked over the edge of the desk to see Dean sucking on his finger.
“Peachy,” he mumbled and waved his hand around. “Stupid rusted bolt.”
Lucifer shook his head and sunk back down in his chair, sighing heavily and staring up at the ceiling. He’d be free for the hour while the music was going on. Not that he had anything to do or anyone to call, everyone he was close with worked here, so he’d probably slack off with Jo and Dean, listen to Dean bitch about the crappy equipment and Jo hassle him for being such a girl.
He wouldn’t exchange it for the world.
“..Do you think Lucifer?”
He blinked and lifted his head. “Wha…Sorry, wasn’t paying attention.”
Dean rolled his eyes, now sitting in one of the spinning chairs, which he was swaying back and froth like a child. Lucifer chuckled and shook his head, turning to Jo who had an eyebrow raised at them both – they both knew she was the only adult in this trio – before leaning back and running a hand through her hair.
“I was talking about how we had nothing to advertise and I think we should hold a contest or something.” She shrugged and took a sip of her own coffee – they were all coffee junkies – and smiled. “It could be interesting.”
“And what,” Dean asked, popping some M&M’s into his mouth, “prey tell, do you suggest we hold? We may get good rating for a night show, but that’s still not lots.” Dean shrugged. “I just don’t think there’s anything we could hold.”
“I guess you’re right.” Jo sounded deflated and Lucifer tilted his head.
“We could hold a midnight skinny-dipping contest?” Lucifer offered and they all burst into laughter.
“Oh yeah, because that’s totally legal.” Dean snorted through his laughter.
“Hey, that didn’t stop us.” He grinned and they all resumed their laughter.
Lucifer froze, his laughter dying immediately as he stared at his equipment. He swallowed a bit, having not heard this song in ten tears, never once had it been asked to be played, it wasn't a very popular song, though he had heard it requested a few times during the day show, on his way to or from work.
He’d always turn it off.
The world zeroed out and it was just him and that song. He gripped at his jeans, feeling tears well up in his eyes and why wouldn’t the song just go away? He thought he was over this, over the pain and the tears and the remembering. He’d made a fresh start, but here it was all laid open again.
“Lucifer!” he could heard Dean call his name, and maybe Jo too, they were probably worried about him.
Lucifer bent over and put his face in his hands, his fingers grasping at the ends of his hair and tugging, his shoulders shook. Suddenly there were arms around him, tugging him out of the chair and into a warm body, and then there was one behind him. He could hear his name being called in worried voices, knew he should tell them he was okay.
But he wasn’t.
“Lucifer, hey, Luce.” Dean’s hand was running up and down his spine. “Hey man, c’mon, what’s wrong?”
“I’ve never seen him like this Dean, not in a long time at least.” Jo whispered over his shoulder, her hands running up and down his arms. “C’mon Luce, talk to us, tell us what’s wrong.”
“I…” Lucifer tried to get out but his voice was horse, like he’s swallowed a whole bottle of that stupid hot sauce Dean put on everything.
“What is it Luce, is it the song?” Dean asked and he nodded, burying his face in his co-workers neck, while Jo hugged him tighter.
He could feel Dean’s jaw moving, and he figured they were mouthing things he couldn’t hear and then there were too hands over his ears, and though it didn’t completely muffle the song, it wasn’t as easy to hear. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself.
“What’s wrong with the song Luce, talk to me.” It was Jo’s voice this time.
Lucifer shivered as she song ended and shook his head, pushing himself up and away from Dean’s chest. “I…It’s nothing.” He used his palms to roughly wipe away his tears and ignored Dean’s that’s-a-bunch-of-bullshit face. “I just…it’s a song from my past.”
He watched realization dawn on Dean’s face. Lucifer hadn’t told them anything about his past, and they hadn’t pushed him for information, but they knew it was bad. When he’d first found the radio station he’d been a mess. He had been broken, cried a lot and didn’t do much to keep himself alive. He had stayed with Dean, and with Jo visiting almost all the time, the three of them had become close; like family.
Something he so desperately missed.
But they knew that what ever had happened had been bad. It had left scars on Lucifer, deeper then would ever really heal. Though they had gotten less painful and easier to deal with, they were still there.
That had been his and Michael’s song.
Chapter Four
Author:
theinsaneeraserRating: Pg-13
Genre: Angst, AU, Humor, Schmoop.
Pairing: Eventual: Lucifer/Michael, Pre: Gabriel/Sam
Other Characters: Anna, Dean, Jo.
Spoilers: Nope.
Warnings: None yet.
Word Count: 2,879
Summary: Lucifer works at Celestial FM - a joke based off his name. Michael works at a multi-billion dollar company called CR (Computer Resource's)Inc...
Author's Note: thank you to my beta
sarahlizzie|Chapter One|Chapter Two|
Michael sat there, listening to the sound of his younger brother’s voice, the voice he hadn’t heard in ten years. He was pretty sure he’d let out m any pained sounds, and he was well aware of the water pooling in his eyes, causing everything to become fuzzy and muddled. It had been so long, and part of him had feared Lucifer’s death, but this…this was like a God send.
“Sorry about that folks. Anywho, we’ll be starting all request hour in a few, so send in those calls guys. Jo will be there to answer them and write them down.”
Michael was at his desk before he knew what he was doing and typing the radio’s name into the Google search bar, clicking the link to the site and dialling the number. He swallowed hard and waited on hold; they were busy it seemed. He started to pace, listening to Lucifer and someone named Dean…
Dean, I’ve heard that name before, isn’t that Sam older brother?
He frowned slightly and wrote the name on a sticky note, planning on asking Samuel next time he saw him, maybe get Gabriel to. Or maybe Gabriel would know. Did Gabriel know that Lucifer worked at the radio?
No, he wouldn’t keep that from me. Not him.
“Celestial radio, Jo speaking. What your request?”
“Uh…” he mind drew a blank and she shook his head as he scrambled for a song. “I am.” He finally choked out. “By Bon Jovi.”
“ Oh, Bon Jovi, nice, alright, it’s on the list. Stay tuned!”
There was a click and he continued to stand there, totally thrown for a loop, not knowing what to do. He was scared, which wasn’t something that happened to him, neither was the confusion he was currently feeling. He swallowed hard again and finally collapsed boneless on his chair, putting his head in his hands.
It had been ten long years, ten years he’d never forget. Just like he’d never forget the night that ruined it all, the night where he lost his little brother.
That horrible night.
“Gabriel! Gabriel get back here! That’s my dolly!” a young female voice screeched. “Gabriel I’m going to kick your butt!”
Michael flattened frowned as Gabriel ran towards him, unruly copper hair a mess as always, already dressed for bed – though he wouldn’t go in it for hours yet – a grin on his face, his caramel eyes alight with glee. He was nine years old and already a handful. Then again, most of his siblings were a handful and sometimes he wished his dad didn’t work so much, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Right behind him was his only sister – Anna. She had long red hair in curls, and looked so much like their mother. She had bright green eyes and was six. She was wearing her nightgown, and would be to bed sooner then Gabriel – she wasn’t as much of a handful, unless you angered her; like Gabriel was doing right now.
He caught Gabriel around the waist, being eighteen had it’s perks, and stopped his flee. Gabriel squirmed in his grip before going slack with a sight.
“Michael,” he whined, “lemme go!”
“Michael, he took my dolly, he was going to do mean things to her, I just know it! He’s so mean.”
“I’m not mean, you are just dull and don’t get a good joke, none of you do.” Gabriel counted and started to squirm again. “Now lemme go!”
“Gabriel, give your sister back her doll and stop causing trouble or Santa’s going to give you coal in your stocking.” Michael raised an eyebrow in a just-try-to-say-no gesture.
“Yeah, Santa’s gonna give you coal!” Anna chirped up and Gabriel wrinkled his nose and handed it back.
“Not fair, you always ruin my fun; you’re a fun sucker Michael!” Gabriel stuck his tongue out and Michael released him, letting him run off probably to terrorize some other part of their family.
“Thank you Michael.” Anna hugged him and he smiled. “Of course.” He hugged her back. “Now, why don’t you go get ready for bed, Anna?”
Anna nodded and took off back down the hallway, giggling. Michael smiled and shook his head.
“I have such a weird family,” he spoke to himself.
“Oh you love us,” a voice called and Michael turned to see his other younger brother – Lucifer – standing in the doorway to his bedroom. Lucifer was sixteen and had short dirty blond hair – he liked to dye his hair from its usual black to this - and bright blue-green eyes. He was grinning and in a pair of PJ bottoms and a white t-shirt.
“Lucifer,” Michael could feel his cheeks flush and he cursed himself, running a hand through his hair, “of course I do. Doesn’t mean you’re all not a bunch of freaks. Sometimes I feel like the only normal one in the family.” He chuckled, his heart rate picking up and then there were the butterflies and all that other lovey-dovey nonsense he’d like to pretend wasn’t there.
Lucifer chuckled and shook his head, smiling softly. “Sometimes being abnormal is fun.” He grinned and Michael laughed. “Need help putting the rugrats to bed?”
“Yes, please, thank you.” Michael let out a sigh of relief. “I was dreading this.”
“Want me to put Gabriel to bed?” Lucifer grinned. “Since he seems to listen to me more?”
Michael rolled his eyes but nodded. “Only because you let him get away with everything.” Lucifer shrugged and Michael shook his head. “You're such a bad influence.”
“That’s what older brothers are for.” He winked and Michael’s heart dropped into his stomach.
Michael gripped the side of the desk, he hadn’t realised he was shaking until he’d looked at the coffee in the cup and saw it shivering. He released his white-knuckle grip and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, bring himself out of that memory, that horrible, horrible memory.
The one that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
He took a few steadying breaths and looked at his computer screen. It was a picture of a blond girl with brown eyes. She had her back against Lucifer side and she was giving him one of those angry looks that meant you weren’t angry, but trying to fake it. On Lucifer’s left was a man – Dean. He had short brown hair and green eyes that he’d seen mirrored on Samuel, not that he saw Samuel much only when Gabriel had him in his office. He was sticking his tongue out at Jo and making bunny ears behind Lucifer’s head.
Lucifer, Lucifer looked…good.
His unruly blond hair – still dyed away from it’s natural black, though Michael guess it grew blond now with how many chemicals he’d put in it – fluffed up with a bead-head look. His blue-green eyes were sparkling as they were in mid roll, his hands on his hips, his head tilted to the side slightly. Still, there was a sadness to him, the way his shoulder slumped like even though he was happy, he wasn’t at the same time and Michael could feel the tears that had been welling up spill over a bit.
Why did Lucifer always make him so God-damned emotional? How could his little brother always get under his skin and bring out everything Michael tried to hide, to shove away; forget.
“Okay folks, we’re back on air.” Lucifer chuckled. “Took him long enough though.”
“Hey, you wanna do it next time? If I remember correctly you and electronics go as good together as whipping cream and hot dogs.” Dean, it must have been Dean, snarked back but there was a hint of laughter in his voice.
“You know, somewhere in the world they like that sort of thing. So really, that doesn’t work.” Lucifer’s voice sounded a little smug – he always sounded a little smug.
“You know what, shut up.”
“Oh would you two get a room already? Let’s get back to the music.” A female voice demanded.
“Right… Well folks, it’s time for the music!”
Michael sat down in his chair and stared at the radio as the first song – something he didn’t recognize – started to play. He wasn’t paying much attention to it though. All he could concentrate on was the fact that Lucifer was alive and okay and working and not dead.
Lucifer…
Lucifer removed his headset, laughing as Dean tossed an empty pop can at him. Jo smacked him over the back of the head, and then Dean as well as he walked past her. “Ow,” Lucifer faked, laughing harder as Jo sent him a look. Dean was chuckling as well, walking back over with a few sheets, most likely with technical stuff he wouldn’t understand. Because Dean hadn’t been wrong, he didn’t do well with technology.
“You know, you’re an instigator,” Dean said, pointing a pencil at him before tucking it behind his ear and sinking below the desk. “Why do you always have to instigate me?”
“Maybe because you’re easy?” Lucifer commented and that earned him a playful glare. “Oh, don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it.” He chuckled, popping in the CD’s Jo handed him.
“We got a good crop tonight, lots of great songs and we had more people then usual, some newer callers too,” she said and looked over a few sheets. “Also, after this we have a few announcements for a contest that is being healed by the morning crew, and apparently we have to advertise it anyways.”
“They never advertise our stuff.” Dean scowled and there was a bang. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“You alright?” Lucifer stood up and peeked over the edge of the desk to see Dean sucking on his finger.
“Peachy,” he mumbled and waved his hand around. “Stupid rusted bolt.”
Lucifer shook his head and sunk back down in his chair, sighing heavily and staring up at the ceiling. He’d be free for the hour while the music was going on. Not that he had anything to do or anyone to call, everyone he was close with worked here, so he’d probably slack off with Jo and Dean, listen to Dean bitch about the crappy equipment and Jo hassle him for being such a girl.
He wouldn’t exchange it for the world.
“..Do you think Lucifer?”
He blinked and lifted his head. “Wha…Sorry, wasn’t paying attention.”
Dean rolled his eyes, now sitting in one of the spinning chairs, which he was swaying back and froth like a child. Lucifer chuckled and shook his head, turning to Jo who had an eyebrow raised at them both – they both knew she was the only adult in this trio – before leaning back and running a hand through her hair.
“I was talking about how we had nothing to advertise and I think we should hold a contest or something.” She shrugged and took a sip of her own coffee – they were all coffee junkies – and smiled. “It could be interesting.”
“And what,” Dean asked, popping some M&M’s into his mouth, “prey tell, do you suggest we hold? We may get good rating for a night show, but that’s still not lots.” Dean shrugged. “I just don’t think there’s anything we could hold.”
“I guess you’re right.” Jo sounded deflated and Lucifer tilted his head.
“We could hold a midnight skinny-dipping contest?” Lucifer offered and they all burst into laughter.
“Oh yeah, because that’s totally legal.” Dean snorted through his laughter.
“Hey, that didn’t stop us.” He grinned and they all resumed their laughter.
How you spend your minutes are what matters
All tomorrows come from yesterdays
When you're feeling broken, bruised and sometimes shattered
Blow out the candles on the cake
Like everything's a big mistake
Lucifer froze, his laughter dying immediately as he stared at his equipment. He swallowed a bit, having not heard this song in ten tears, never once had it been asked to be played, it wasn't a very popular song, though he had heard it requested a few times during the day show, on his way to or from work.
He’d always turn it off.
It seems you always wait for life to happen
And your last buck can't buy a lucky break
If all we've got is us then life's worth living
And if you're in, you know I'm in
I'm ready and I'm willing
The world zeroed out and it was just him and that song. He gripped at his jeans, feeling tears well up in his eyes and why wouldn’t the song just go away? He thought he was over this, over the pain and the tears and the remembering. He’d made a fresh start, but here it was all laid open again.
“Lucifer!” he could heard Dean call his name, and maybe Jo too, they were probably worried about him.
I am
When you think that no one needs you, sees you or believes you
No one's there to understand
I am
I'll be there to be that someone
When you think that no one is there to hold your hand
I am
Lucifer bent over and put his face in his hands, his fingers grasping at the ends of his hair and tugging, his shoulders shook. Suddenly there were arms around him, tugging him out of the chair and into a warm body, and then there was one behind him. He could hear his name being called in worried voices, knew he should tell them he was okay.
But he wasn’t.
We're just who we are, there's no pretending
It takes a while to learn to live in your own skin
Say a prayer that we might find our happy ending
And if you're in you know I'm in
I'm ready and I'm willing
“Lucifer, hey, Luce.” Dean’s hand was running up and down his spine. “Hey man, c’mon, what’s wrong?”
“I’ve never seen him like this Dean, not in a long time at least.” Jo whispered over his shoulder, her hands running up and down his arms. “C’mon Luce, talk to us, tell us what’s wrong.”
“I…” Lucifer tried to get out but his voice was horse, like he’s swallowed a whole bottle of that stupid hot sauce Dean put on everything.
I am
When you think that no one needs you, sees you or believes you
No one's there to understand
I am
I'll be there to be that someone
When you think that no one is there to hold your hand
I am
“What is it Luce, is it the song?” Dean asked and he nodded, burying his face in his co-workers neck, while Jo hugged him tighter.
He could feel Dean’s jaw moving, and he figured they were mouthing things he couldn’t hear and then there were too hands over his ears, and though it didn’t completely muffle the song, it wasn’t as easy to hear. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself.
I am
When you think that no one needs you, sees you or believes you
No one's there to understand
I am
I'll be there to be that someone
When you think that no one is there to hold your hand
I am
When you think that no one needs you, sees you or believes you
No one's there to understand
I am
I'll be there to be that someone
When you think that no one is there to hold your hand
I am
I am
I am
“What’s wrong with the song Luce, talk to me.” It was Jo’s voice this time.
Lucifer shivered as she song ended and shook his head, pushing himself up and away from Dean’s chest. “I…It’s nothing.” He used his palms to roughly wipe away his tears and ignored Dean’s that’s-a-bunch-of-bullshit face. “I just…it’s a song from my past.”
He watched realization dawn on Dean’s face. Lucifer hadn’t told them anything about his past, and they hadn’t pushed him for information, but they knew it was bad. When he’d first found the radio station he’d been a mess. He had been broken, cried a lot and didn’t do much to keep himself alive. He had stayed with Dean, and with Jo visiting almost all the time, the three of them had become close; like family.
Something he so desperately missed.
But they knew that what ever had happened had been bad. It had left scars on Lucifer, deeper then would ever really heal. Though they had gotten less painful and easier to deal with, they were still there.
That had been his and Michael’s song.
Chapter Four