Supernatural in Real Life 5

Chapter 64

A/N Guess who hasn't updated this book since the beginning of August! This girl! *sighs* I barely remember what's happened in this book so I'm sure you guys don't, either, but as a general recap because it's been so long:

Lucifer just almost killed Bailey because he went on that killing spree where he killed Macie, Jesse, and Alexis (Michael's soulmate) and Gabriel's pissed (because he's Bailey's current boyfriend) so he lectured him and now he's back at the bunker. I think. That's what I'm going with. Also I totally forgot this is from Bailey's POV until halfway through the first paragraph.

Despite Michaels reassurance, a week later and he still hasn't spoken to Lucifer. No one has — not more than a few words at a time, and it would always be something brief, like telling him to get out of the way. Lucifer would always obey without a word. Thinking back, I don't think he's said anything since he came back to the fold — and no one's complaining, that's for sure.

Right now, I'm sitting on the couch and trying to watch tv — how am I just now discovering Whose Line Is It Anyway? — with Gabriel on the floor next to me. Various other people are scattered throughout the room — Jared, Jensen, Misha, and Gen are all chatting, and Michael is sitting in a chair nearby, possibly to watch Whose Line with me, but maybe just to stare off into space. Almost everyone has disappeared, though whether it's from the room or the bunker, I have no clue.

It's during the commerical break about halfway through the fifth episode of the day that I finally have to do something. "Quit it," I snap, looking over at Lucifer, who's on the other end of the couch.

Speaking for the first time in a week, Lucifer asks, "Quit what?" but not in his usual sarcastic way. He genuinely seems to want to know what I want him to stop doing.

"That!"

He gestures for me to clarify, as if it's not obvious.

"The stupid finger thing!"

Lucifer opens his mouth to say something, presumably some annoying sarcastic remark, then seems to think better of it. He clenches his fists in his lap, no longer rhythmical tapping them against his leg in that annoyingly distracting way of his. It's not that it makes noise, but I can see the motion out of the corner of my eye and it's annoying.

Assuming (and hoping) our conversation is over, I turn my attention back to the television, waiting for the commercials to end. It's the same ones every time, which gets really freaking annoying.

Apparently, Lucifer doesn't get the hint, because he asks, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I snap, making it very clear that I don't want to talk to him. I'm not quite fine — I'm feeling a little iffy, in a way I don't quite know how to describe. It's like I just don't have any energy, and it translates not just to fatigue but to a headache as well, which sucks, but it's bearable.

"You look a bit pale," Lucifer tells me.

"I'm fine," I repeat coldly.

Lucifer shakes his head to himself and looks away, apparently done talking to me, which is definitely something I can get on board with.

"Want something to drink?" Gabriel offers, looking up at me from where he's seated on the floor nearby.

"That would be great," I reply, in a much kinder tone than I use with Lucifer.

Gabriel disappears with a whoosh, returning a few moments later with a red Solo cup full of punch. I reach out to take it, but before I can, it's suddenly flung into a wall, turning the previously yellow wall red. I don't have to question how that happened, because Gabriel immediately looks to Lucifer.