Request by Robin0203! I hope you like it! Lucifer and Michael are my favs to write together!

Of all the things Sam expected to see in The Cage; torture? maybe. tormented souls? sure. Blood and gore? possibly. Brimstone and fire? definitely. But this was beyond anything he had thought he would be seeing once Michael and Lucifer were unleashed on each other in the one place where no one could stop them from doing anything.

"I can't believe you let them get this bad!"

"I can't believe you've said that twenty-three times."

Michael grumbled behind a large rose-gold feathery appendage, every now and then a hand would poke out from the side and drop a feather in a pile that was continually growing at their side. A hand pulled the appendage out further and another bout of grumbles from an irate elder.

Lucifer grinned in triumph at making his older brother grumble distastefully and leaned over to pick up a discarded feather. Twirling it in his hand, fingering the barbs lightly, he smirked and leaned forward to brush the soft feather across Adam's outstretched foot. The boy smiled slightly, retracting the small limb, and Sam raised an eyebrow.

It was much too...Peaceful.

Shit had to hit the fan at some point.

"So this is it?"

Eyes turned in his direction and Sam Winchester raised his chin, "No fighting? No battle to the death? Your just going to sit there and...and pluck feathers?"

Michael's hands paused and Lucifer let out a small mew of displeasure, for as much as he complained about it the grooming was delightful and to have it be done by his older brother was absolute joy that he hadn't had in some time, not since before he fell anyway, peering out from behind his brother's wing.

"It is called grooming, something an angel should do on a regular basis (there was a pointed look in Lucifer's general direction), and we are not doing anything until I am finished here."

Michael gone again in a moment, "And trust me when I say, these are atrocious, it astounds me that you allowed them to get this bad."

"Twenty-four."

Sam can't stop staring, its too surreal for him, they had literally been at each others throats a few days ( weeks? decades? times funky here) ago and now they were doing this. Another six feathers joined the pile. Lucifer grabbed another and twirled it between two fingers, smirking as he leaned forward again and twirled it over the toes of the re-outstretched foot again.

Adam let go a light soft giggle and pulled it away again.

"Lucifer leave the poor boy alone."

"But its fun!"

"I'm sure I have enough grace to summon a brush if you would like."

"Nope, no I'm good, there's no need for that."

Sam can't help but smile at the quick shut down of that idea, "Why is that such a bad thing?"

Michael's head returned and he was smiling with that familiar big brother 'I am so going to embarrass you' smile.

"His wings are incredibly ticklish."

"They are not!"

"Brush?"

"No!"

Michael hummed smugly as he ducked back again and more feathers joined the growing pile again.

"Honestly, I can't bel-"

"Twenty-five."

"I will."

"My apologies."

It's short, I know, and I'm sorry! But it's short and cute!