Birthday Fic: Photo Shoot
Pairing: Lucifer/Sam Winchester, side Michael/Dean Winchester
Summary: When Sam agreed to step in for Castiel in Dean’s band The Righteous Sons he had known about the band battle they were going to participate in. He hadn’t expected there to be so much PR, though. Let alone a photo shoot where they’re all dressed up as angels. And he definitely hadn’t expected the devil himself to show up and tempt him.
Warnings: Rock Band AU, Band Battle, Photo Shoots, Making out on a throne
Sam looks at himself in the big mirror in the photographer’s studio they’re at and frowns a little. The big white wings are heavy on his back and he’s amazed that they hold without any straps showing. He isn’t sure if having them pose shirtless is such a good idea, though. The white jeans are pretty tight, too, and hanging low on his hips.
“You know,” he says to Dean, who’s still fighting with his wings. “For a band called The Righteous Sons and posing as angels, we’re going to look pretty inappropriate.”
Michael strides by, his wings in such a high display that he’ll probably have trouble getting through doorways. Dean stops a moment, just staring at his boyfriend. Well, he definitely does rock the outfit. “Come one, Sam”, Michael says. “It’s PR. The more the people talk about it the better.”
“I really hate that you’re probably right.” Adam is frowning at his reflection the same way as Sam.
“But why do I have to be part of this?” Sam tries again. “I’m just filling in for Cas.”
“We’ve been over this, Sammy.” Dean gets help from Michael with securing his wings on his back and straightens up. “Cas won’t be able to play for a while. Until then you’re an official member of the band. And we’re up against The Devils in the voting next week, so we need all the PR we can get.”
Sam sighs. He knows that and he agreed to do this photo shoot. But looking at his reflection now and knowing that pictures of him dressed like this will be in a big music magazine by tomorrow, it would have been a lie saying he doesn’t have any second thoughts. But of course there’s no backing out now.
On the far corner of the room a curtain gets pulled back and Raphaelle steps out. At least she gets to wear a top, a corset made from the same white denim as her pants. And the white wings make a nice contrast to her skin. But she looks as thrilled as the rest of them. “Let’s just get this over with,” she says.