spn smut ? but not the whole time yk

𖤐Chapter Four𖤐

'Lot of time skips, just basically info on Lonnie in Hell, going on missions for Lucifer, ect ect and then getting to the part with Bobby and Karen yk?

He's about 23 now ? Yeah.'

A lot of time has passed and it was just he and Lucifer going about on missions to Earth, doing a shit ton of paperwork for cross-road deals, and dealing with extra souls out and about when they shouldn't be. Lucifer had grown to be like a dad to him and by then he'd met Crowley. He was a lower rank demon, new as well. They got along greatly and had tea together some weekends. They chatted about Crowley's mother, how well Lonnie was doing with his job, and occasionally fucking on the side. They had both agreed it didn't mean anything and were true to their word. They even did it with other people too. Sneaking up to Earth and going to parties, bars, clubs. They were inseparable. But Lonnie still longed to go on an unsupervised mission. He wanted to prove that he could handle his own. 

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Beep bee - 

Smack!

Lonnalie stretched out across the wide mattress, tangled in between the many blankets he'd bought in his time on Earth. His hand slid off the alarm clock on his nightstand. All little mementos of his missions. He treated himself well. As he should. 
With a stifled yawn, he sat up. His messy curls bounced. He brought up a dried, bloody hand and rubbed his eyes. Then squinted and pulled the blankets off. When his feet touched the floor, he stood, and walked around the king size bed to the door. It creaked when it swung open and he stepped into the hall. It was comfortingly warm. Especially since his room was always so cold. He liked his little igloo though. He'd rather freeze than sweat. Lonnie headed down the hall, admiring the paintings along the walls, and into the open area where the throne was. "Dad?" He murmured aloud. The chair was empty.
A few guards stood at their posts. "Where's he at?" He asked one of them. They glanced at his bloody arms and one of them spoke. "The king is out, he told us to let you know that he'd be back later." Great. "Thanks Neil. He gave me a mission to get done and said I had to bring one of you along. So, come on." Lonnie beckoned him over with a wave and strolled out of the room. The demon looked at the others before ushering after the young prince. 

Lonnalie let out a laugh while skipping down the hall, back to the main room. Where Lucifer still wasn't. He booted open the door and waltzed in, carrying a random dismembered arm in with him. "Aw shucks. Still not home?" He quirked an eyebrow and shrugged. Then dropped the arm onto the floor, dismissing it, and turned back toward the throne room doors. "Adios, Neil, it was fun while it lasted." Lonnie waved farewell to the demon as he returned to his former position next to the rest of the lineup demons. He gulped. That kid was crazy. And heavy on the gore-y shit. He shivered. Never again. 

Once in the overly huge kitchen, he opened a cabinet and pulled out a skillet and spatula. Then grabbed out the eggs, butter, cheese, tomatoes, green onions, and seasonings. He felt like having an omelet.
It took him a second before he noticed the blood still adorned on his hands, up to the elbow. "Oh." Then he shrugged. Not bothered with it in this particular second. He was starving. The boy pulled out his phone and scrolled until he found a good enough playlist. When the music started, he began cracking the eggs. Two? Three? No, four would do for his omelet. He nodded to himself and hummed to the song playing. He swayed around the kitchen as he whisked the eggs. He set the bowl on the counter and started to cut the tomatoes and onions. Then he poured them into the bowl and whisked the contents until he thought they were ready. He flicked the stove on and popped some butter into the pan. After it had melted down enough to his liking, he poured the egg mix into the skillet.
After flipping it a few times, he yanked the cheese pack open and struggled a bit to get the stupid wrapper off of the square. "Goddammit." He cursed before it came off. "Aha!" He exclaimed triumphantly and folded the cheese in half. Then placed it into the omelet. He waited to make sure the cheese had melted before turning the stove off. And slid the omelet onto a plate he'd made himself in a pottery class. Crowley had done it as a means to a 'date' but they both laughed their asses off when they were actually complimented as a couple. It was ridiculous, right?
We thought so, too.