Sweet Until It Gets Salty (Michifer/Sabriel/Destiel)

Welcome. I'm Satan. (2)

(This chapter is currently being edited and so might not make sense right noe but you can get the gist of it)

The Winchester brothers stood by the small oak door, as the car behind them drove off, discarding them at their new home.

No, not home yet.

Michael looked across at Dean, who scowled at the floor, arms crossed. Sam was looking up at the large home timidly. He sighed, thudding on the hard wood.

They were greeted quicker than they were prepared for, but they were relieved to see a short, man, bearing a big, welcoming smile as he ushered them into the house. "Come in! Come in! I'm Chuck Shurley!"

"Hi," Michael smiled, trying to sound confident for his brothers, but they could hear the shy shake. "I'm Michael. That's Dean, and the short one is Sam."

"None of that!" Chuck gestured to Michael's outstretched hand, pulling each of them into a hug in turn, befor he sat down in the arm chair close by, gesturing to the sofa opposite. The boys managed to fit on the two-seater sofa, due to the small Sam. "So there's a lot of people that live in this house, I'll warn you of that, but before you know it you'll feel as though you've been here this entire time, as we're all family here." Chuck grinned excitedly. "They're all currently at school, thankfully, only the two adults are here and the teenager that seems to think I don't reALISE HE IS SKIPPING!"

As if on cue, someone entered the room, staring at his phone. "Oh come on Chuck, you know you love my presence." He looked up stopping in his tracks.

The boy, as Michael studied him, appeared to be his own age, and had blonde hair and light blue eyes, twisted with a mischievous glint.

"Oh. I didn't know they were coming today." The boy said, looking them over.

"Boys, this is Lucifer." Chuck introduced. "Lucifer, this is Michael, Dean and Sam." He pointed to each in turn, giving Lucifer a pointed look as if telling him to behave.

"Welcome. I'm Satan." Lucifer smirked as he approached, looking over at Michael, who was avoiding eye contact with him.

"Hold on, you're actually called Lucifer?" Dean asked, no longer scowling.

"Yup." Lucifer answered, still looking at Michael.

"Right. We've sorted where you'll sleep. I tried to get you with each other but unfortunately Cassie, Gabriel and Lucifer are allergic to each other, and Crowley, the only other person who has their own room, refuses to compromise so I've sorted you out according to you're ages. Sam, I've put you with Gabriel, Dean, you're with Castiel and Michael, I'm sorry, your with Satan."

"Yay!" Lucifer smiled doing jazz hands as if sharing a room with the devil was something Michael had always wanted. He then proceeded to put his arm over Michael's shoulder, as Chuck went to collect the eldest children who were still at the home, Anna and Hannah. Michael looked up at him and frowned, getting a shrug and grin in return. Michael just rolled his eyes, turning to where Chuck was approaching them, a tall girl,  about twenty years old, behind him. "Sam and Dean, Anna is going to show you where you are staying so that you can settle in, okay?"

Dean and Sam followed her up the stairs of the immense house. "Sam, you're in the third door to the left, Dean, this one." She pointed to the first door next the the stairs on the right.

"Thanks." Dean nodded, shot Sam a small smile, before he approached the door he was directed to and opened it.

 There were two single beds and one was covered in pens, pencils, papers and a sketchbook. Dean dumped his bag on the spare bed and made his way over to the discarded drawings. There was a few pieces of paper with obvious drafts of work. Sketches of bees and other insects as well and mythical creatures such as Pegasus and Griffins. Dean opened the sketchbook to find the boy's best drawings - his finished pieces.