Trouble In Paradise

Christmas Time

"Lucifer! Come down here and help me finish!" Michael was in the middle of trying to put up the last of the Christmas decorations, a cherry red Santa gay perched on his head. He was leaning precariously off the ladder to hang up the garland, one hand gripping the ladder, than Other outstretched.

"Hell no! I am not helping. I hate Christmas." Lucifer shouted back to his brother, barely opening his door.

Michael snarled to himself, struggling to finish up with just the last of this stupid garland.

At long last, somehow without managing to tip over and fall to his death, Michael finished, with no help from his asshole of a brother, Lucifer.

"Hey, Luci!" He shouted up, his brothers groan audible from where Michael stood. "Come help me with food, or I will call dad." They often used their Dad against each other when they wanted something, like the time Michael had thrown Lucifer's clothes on the front lawn because he wouldn't take care of them.

"Fine! But I don't see why. It will just be Dean, Cas, and their little girl." The blond stood at his doorway, glaring down at his dark haired brother from the second floor of the house.

"And Gabriel and Sam." Michael added, heading into their kitchen.

"Well isn't that just fine and dandy." Luci muttered as he trudged down the stairs, unenthusiastic.

He was less than helpful in the kitchen, questioning everythingg Michael told him to do, standing in the way, turning off the stove burners and the ovens repeatedly, and Michael was just about to commit a haneous crime that involved a knife and Lucifer ending up dead when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" The blond shouted and bolted to get the door.

Michael went back to making this strange concoction he came across that you would use on your ham. It was a mix of Mustard and Whipped cream. He found it to be quite delicious. But, Lucifer said otherwise. Michael suspected he was just saying that because Michael made it.

"Uncie Michael!" He heard a small girl shout and turned, just in time to sweep the small girl off her feet.

Michael had to admit, she was a very beautiful child, even at six. She had child smooth mocha skin and the purest black hair Michael had ever seen. She also had a pair of gorgeous blue eyes.

The child squealed and hugged him before he set her down, following her out to greet her fathers.

"Dean! Castiel!" He grinned, watching Lucifer out of the corner of his eye as Katya ran up to him. The blond glanced around before he ruffled her hair, slpaying her sparkling Santa hat to the side. But, the moment he saw Michal looking, he stopped and folded his arms, returning to his stoic nature.

If there was one thing Michael knew about his brother, it was he never liked to look weak in front of others.

"It is good to see you." Castiel smiled and have his brother a quick hug. "And I have told you to call me Cas. 'Castiel' sounds like I'm in trouble."

Michael laughed, then turned to Dean, who shook his outstretched hand, giving small talk.

Not too long after that, Gabriel and Sam showed up, Gabe carrying a large platter of snacks. At Michael's wide eyes, questioning look, he explained. "I burn calories fast, Mikey."

"Don't call me Mikey." Michael grumbled before returning to the kitchen. Katya followed around at his heels and even got to help a little.

"Daddy!" She called out and Dean burst through the door, looking around.

"What happened? What is wrong?" He asked hurriedly, looking around for the source of danger.

"I am helping Uncie!" Laura squealed, oblivious to her father's panic.