This comes from sheer boredom and the fact that there are way to few Lucifer/Michael stories, which is my OTP. I really hope you like it well enough to give me some feed back. For now this is a one-shot but I might add a chapter where they actually talk to each other or from Michael's perspective but at this point I like this. I'm actually happy with it which is something rare for myself! Any way I hope you like it!
I don't own Supernatural, things would be a little gayer if I did! Now enjoy my drabble!
Leaning against the wall Lucifer stared at the form before him. He was hidden but he was almost certain that the one before him knew he was there. Not that either would make acknowledge the other. If the elder of the two called out he knew that he could revel himself, but that hadn't happened and he knew it wouldn't. In the days before, he'd wished that he would, wished that Michael would call out to him but he didn't. That part of them ended long ago and no matter how much he wanted that, he wasn't stupid. He knew better than to think that anything like that would ever happen again.
As the borrowed eyes he was using looked around him he realized how pathetic he actually was at this moment. He was Lucifer, the ruler of hell, the only angel to truly rebel. And here he was, a coward watching his big brother from the shadows. Lucifer could laugh at himself if this was the first time he'd ever done this.
Even in the days before, when Michael was his strong, bright self, not this weak pathetic human he was using. The last of the Winchesters left, the youngest, the weakest, utterly pathetic. His brother was better than this, he was a figure all his own. The form he was in now was nothing compared to the true beauty of the arch angel. It was pathetic what he had been reduced to. Not that Nick was as much as he once was. His true self, the morning star, he was perfect. Only his father and Michael were greater than he had been. They however both turned on him for loving them more than these rats they were all bowing to.
Closing his eyes for a moment Lucifer opened his eyes again to see a human woman who had been near his brother started speaking to him. Clenching his jaw he watched the woman lean into him. The body he was using was nothing so he didn't understand why this girl had such interest in him. As she laughed at something Michael said, Lucifer clenched his jaw. That was Michael she was laughing at, not the human he was using. Not bothering the fact that he was wasting his time with talking to the human but she was enjoying him. Enjoying something, which he still claimed every right to. No matter how long it had been since Lucifer was able to call the eldest Arch-angel his, he still was.
He couldn't stand by and watch this. Shaking his head he stepped out of the shadows and started back to the street. He could have just left but there was no use when the home he was choosing was right across the street from the diner where he was watching his brother. Before he completely passed the diner he looked back into the window. Stopping in his tracks he looked at Michael who was looking straight at him. Letting a smirk etch its way onto his lips he watched as Michael waved the girl away. The smirk on his lips grew as his older brother looked down at the table. He still knew.