Angel Wings and Demon Pitchforks

12. Gummy Bear Pancakes

"Hey, Michael?" Lucifer whispered. There was a shuffling as Michael rolled over to face him. Neither one of them complained about sharing the bed; it almost came as a second nature.

"What?"

"I can't sleep."

"Well I can."

"Michael."

"Fine."

"Did you really dye your hair blue?" Lucifer asked.

"Just strips."

"Do you have any photos?"

"No."

"You're not doing well at this whole conversation thing, Michael."

"I'm tired."

"Well, I'm awake."

"Good for you." There was silence. "Did you really get arrested?"

"Yep. Twice."

Michael yawned. "Okay."

"You're being judgy."

"No, I'm not. I'm just tired."

"I can sense the judginess."

"Go to sleep."

"I'm not tired!" Lucifer whined. There was silence and for a second, Lucifer thought Michael had fallen asleep. His thoughts went back to that afternoon when he had seen... well, when he had thought he had seen burn scars. "Is someone hurting you, Michael?" Lucifer whispered.

"No."

"Did someone hurt you?"

It was quiet for a long time but Lucifer could see, in the dark, that Michael's eyes were open.

"Go to sleep, Lucifer."

That wasn't an answer, but Michael rolled over and his breathing grew steady.

"Michael?" Lucifer whispered. "Michael?" He shifted around. Michael was asleep. Or he was pretending to. Maybe he should just let him sleep.

Lucifer turned his head back up to the ceiling, staring up at the green glow-in-the-dark stars. His mind was buzzing. Lucifer felt an undivided protection towards the boy next to him. But what could he do if Michael wouldn't tell him what was going on? Was there anything going on?

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Lucifer woke up before everyone else. It was too warm and comfortable to move and he didn't realise that he was snuggled against Michael's back until he felt the steadiness of his breathing. Lucifer's eyes snapped open, but he didn't move his arm. It was wrapped over Michael's body and to his surprise, Michael was hugging it closer his chest.

Should he move? Was it weird? What would Michael think when he woke up?

Lucifer ever so slowly lifted his arm up and over Michael's body. He pretended not to relish in the warmth the Winchester radiated and shifted over until he reached the edge of the bed. He breathed a sigh of relief. Crisis averted. Not a moment too soon as well, because Michael groaned softly and rolled over, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

"Morning," Lucifer smiled.

"I thought you slept in?"

Lucifer stretched around to look at the new alarm clock by his bed. "It's already nine thirty."

"Oh, wow," Michael yawned. "I've never slept in this long."

"Really? This is, like, every Tuesday for me," Lucifer said and sat up, stretching his arms over his head. He ran a quick hand through his messy bed head and looked back down at Michael. "Do you know how to make pancakes?"

"Yeah, but Dean is a lot better at it."

"Well then we'd better wake him up. I'm craving pancakes and we got a new bottle of maple syrup yesterday."

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"Dean. Dean. Dean."

Dean groaned and rolled over.

"Dean, wake up. Wake up, Dean." Lucifer nudged him with his foot. "I want pancakes." Dean opened his eyes and stretched.

"Make them yourself," He yawned.

"No."

"Fine," Dean heaved himself up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He spotted Michael at the door. "Why doesn't he do it? Michael knows how to make pancakes."

"He says you're better and I want good quality pancakes." Lucifer pulled him up and shoved him out of the bedroom, Michael closing the door quietly behind them. Castiel and Balthazar were still asleep.

"This is kidnapping." They followed Dean down to the kitchen where Lucifer showed him where all the ingredients were. A couple of minutes later, Sam walked in, yawning. "Hey, Sammy." Sam smiled and sat down at the counter next to Michael and Lucifer.

"Sleep well?" Michael asked. Sam nodded. As Dean cooked the pancakes and the smell wafted through the house, more and more of the teenagers came out of the rooms, all assembling in the kitchen.

"Mm. Pancakes." Charlie sighed as Dean placed a plate in front of her. "This is the good stuff." They all dug in and there were exclaims of praise all around.

"Where did you learn to make pancakes so well?" Balthazar asked, grabbing seconds.

"I always made them for Sammy and Michael when we were little," Dean explained. "I got the recipe off the internet and just developed it as I got older depending on what they liked to eat."

"Sam went through a phase when he loved gummy bears so Dean put them in his pancakes," Michael grinned. Gabriel slammed a bag of gummy bears onto the counter.

"Where did you-"

"Not now, Kevin. Dean, make me those pancakes." Dean laughed and took the bag off him, going back to the stove with the left-over batter. "You're a god. If you weren't Cassie's soulmate, then I would definitely think that you were mine."

Sam and Michael choked on their drinks and Dean dropped the spatula. Gabriel looked around at the group. Castiel had gone white as a sheet.

"I'm joking. Obviously. And besides, Sam is much more attractive, no offence, Dean."

Dean couldn't even come up with a snarky remark as he bent down to pick up the spatula. He and Sam kept glancing over at Michael, which struck Lucifer as weird. Next to him, Michael had gone as stiff as a board but it looked like he was trying to talk to himself, as if he was battling the voice in his head. Slowly, his shoulders relaxed.

"So what do you guys want to do this fine Sunday morning?" Charlie asked.

"Michael and I need to go into work," Lucifer said, not taking his eyes off Michael.

"Sam, Jo and I are needed back at home soon." Dean went back to making the pancakes.

"Oh. Anyone else?"

"I can stay as long as I like," Balthazar grinned.

"Shut up, Balthazar."