Only one chance to love (Destiel, Sabriel, and Micifer)

Chapter nineteen

||Warning- is emotional and mentions attempted murder and anxiety..sorry.||

Lucifer POV

I'm so happy, nothing could make me sad. Unless something bad happened to Michael or the others.

But Michael is my boyfriend now, and I'm probably going to over use the word just because I love the word so much.

God I sound like a 13 year old girl.

But I don't care since HAHA BICHES, MICHAEL IS NOW MY BOYFRIEND!

And I'm going to rub it in everyone's faces.

I'm going to show him off as my boyfriend at school, in public, In front of Michaels parents (if he is okay with it.) since they can't do anything about it and our gayness.

Basically I want to show him off to the world am claim him as mine.

Okay, that sounded a little creepy. But I'm Satan what do you expect? When Satan cares a lot about someone, he does some pretty weird things to show it.

Oh I also forgot, the others don't know.

They'll going to find out soon since it will be pretty obvious when I kiss him and over use the word boyfriend. But I want to see the look on there faces when they first find out.

Since I'm so happy I'm going to do something nice as Satan and do the world a favor, or at least the people who ship Sam and Gabe a favor.

I'm going to get Sabriel together.

It's been a too long and gay time and it finally has to and will happen as soon as possible.

As soon as I can get up at least, which is when Michael wakes up because my beautiful fat ass of a boyfriend is sleeping on top of me. And hopefully with me sometime during this relationship.

"Michael." I whisper. He is still sleeping.

"Michael." I poked him on the cheek. He makes a cute sleepy noise and then goes bad to sleep.

"MICHAEL YOU HOT PIECE OF MEAT WAKE THE FUCK UP!" I shoved him off the bed. He flips me off but continues to sleeps on the ground.

"Whatever, I don't need you anyway."

I get up and start walking away until he grabs my ankle.

"Can you make me breakfast."

I looked at him disappointed.

"I thought you were going to say 'Please don't leave me I need you' but no, you want some food."

"It's not my fault you make bomb ass pancakes? Pleasssse...."

"Okay, I will if you never say bomb ass again, this is not the 70s."

"Okay and carry me." I sign really loudly.

"Fine, you are lucky you're cute." I try to pick him up but I failed miserably.

"Maybe you don't need pancakes you fat ass."

"But if you feed me I'll never leave you"

"Hm....I can experiment on you."