Samifer in which Sam is strangely comforted by the cold.

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Since he turned 24 and regained his memories, Sam Winchester found the cold relaxing. The took only cold showers and ate ices cubes whenever he was stressed. It calmed him.

That wasn't the only strange thing about him. He talked in his sleep, but in no known language. Everyone thought it was gibberish, but when he learned it Sam was sure there was something.

One night he was drinking his loneliness in a bar and got mugged at his way out.

He only vaguely remembered being shoved in a wall and a man falling dead. Then, nothing.

Sam woke up in a relatively cold room. He didn't care though, he felt like it helped with his hangover. His vision still blurry, he saw a blond, blue eyed figure, and heard a familiar voice.

All of this was oddly familiar to him, the man standing before him, his voice, the comforting chill, yet he couldn't place why.

Then he suddenly passed out. Memories flew of a place worst than hell, where the only shield he had was an angel. A chilly angel, always cold.

Sam woke up in his room, debating whether or not it was all a dream. But he still had the memories of a certain devil protecting him from the never ending torture. He remembered learning Enochian, whispering to himself when Lucifer wasn't there. He remembered the heartbreaking goodbye when Death pulled him out.

"Lucifer, I know you're around. Please, just come to me. I miss you."

There was a flutter of wings, and Lucifer was there, staring at him.

"Sam-"

"I love you, Lucifer."

The angel gaped at the sentence. Not only did his Sam loved him, which meant he remembered, but he had spoke in Enochian.

Lucifer trapped Sam in a hug, never wanting to let go. Sam, his Sam, loved him. He remembered and he loved him.

"Hey, Lucifer, calm down, it's alright."

"No it's not," Lucifer yelled, pulling off Sam to angrily pace around the room. "It's not, because I wasn't able to keep you! I wasn't able to stop him from taking you! We were happy, Sam even if we were in hell." Lucifer's voice softened, almost cracking. "I took you away from the torture, only for you to get thrown back in. And the worst was that I couldn't get to you when I got out, because I was a stranger! And now you're back, and I don't know what to do because I lost you and I failed you and I don't deserve you and-"

"Lucifer," Sam cut his angel's rambling. "Lucifer, I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. All you've been trough, all you've suffered... I don't care you didn't stop him. You couldn't have anyways."

"But-"

"But nothing. I'm here, you're out by a miracle I can't explain, and we can be happy again. Forget what happened, think of the future. Our future, together."

Lucifer gaped at Sam's words. Did he really think it? Did Sam really want to have a live with him?

He was cut in his thoughts by a pair of soft lips on his cold ones.

"I love you, Lucifer. I want to have a future with you."

Sam had yet again spoke in Enochian, and Lucifer realized how much he craved this. He missed all of this, being close to Sam, hearing him speak, seeing him there, even broken down.

He kissed Sam again, cold lips on warm ones. For the first time since Death took Sam, he was truly happy. He had the love of his life right there, kissing him, wanting to have a future with him. And he decided he wanted to live with Sam forever.

Trough the kiss, he let half of his Grace be transferred to Sam. Sam quickly pulled away after the operation, eyes wide and shaking with all his limbs.

"What did you just do?" he asked in a shaky voice, his body slightly glowing.

"I shared my Grace," Lucifer said, before Sam fell unconscious. He wasn't gone, only in another layer of the world, the one where angels wore their true form. The even attracted many angels, as a new Grace formed.

Only a small vibration first, that grew and twisted until it reached it's final form.

There was no word to describe it, as all angels agreed on the fact that it was the most perfect Grace to ever be. Utterly beautiful, Sam's Grace was shining with an aura of power and kindness at the same time.

It wasn't the first time an angel was created by a passing of Grace, but it was rare, and celebrated, even if this time was different. This time, the Grace passed from a fallen archangel to a soul that has been tortured in hell, creating a unique being.

Now Sam could be with Lucifer forever, and he didn't complain. His transformation was completed with all angelic knowledge. He realized passing Grace was a meaningful act, it bound the two together by sharing a Grace. He was infinitely grateful to Lucifer for that act of love, it was basically a bounding deeper than marriage.

They could be together, forever. Cold and warmth, one angel and once human. But as they say, opposite attract.

Wow, it went real crazy, real quick, didn't it?