Drabble. Samifer. PWP. idk.
They're sitting at a table in a nice little kitchen, sort of like those kitchens he's seen in those crappy decorating magazines he forces himself to look at when sitting in a waiting room.
Well, they're not really sitting at a table-they're in Sam's mind as he sleeps away the early morning hours, but since it's Sam's dream he'll make it whatever he wants. It took a while for him to realize that, even with the unsolicited visitor, he still had control of his dreams and thoughts.
The man-no, the archangel-sitting across from him eyed the scenery before looking at Sam with a quirked brow. But before he could open his mouth (and Sam just knew a smartass comment was on its way) Sam was on his feet and rummaging through the well stocked fridge and cabinets, pulling out sugar and flour and eggs and milk, then a large mixing bowl and a whisk and a pan.
"Sam, what are you doing?" Lucifer asked and Sam almost pissed his pants because Lucifer did that angel-ninja thing again and was standing right behind him. Thank God he didn't jump and squeal like a little girl, too.
"I'm making pancakes," Sam replied, dumping some flour and sugar into the mixing bowl. He didn't bother measuring anything out, because this was his dream, and they'd taste exactly how they wanted to taste no matter what he put in them. Plus, if Lucifer decided to get creative out in the real world and make himself some pancakes-could you imagine?-he didn't want him messing it up too bad.
For some reason Sam cared about that sort of stuff now.
Lucifer watched with rapt attention as Sam set the pan on the stove and turned on the heat, watched as he mixed all the ingredients he had together, and even smiled when Sam poured the batter into the pan. They watched in silence as the pancake sizzled and popped, and Lucifer 'ooo'd when Sam grabbed a spatula and flipped it over.
The finished pancake was flopped onto a plate, then Sam stepped back and handed Lucifer the bowl. The archangel looked down at it with furrowed brows. "What am I supposed to do with this?"
Sam grins and nudges him towards the stove. "You try making one."
Lucifer looked at him, back down at the bowl, at the stove, and shrugged. "Alright."
And so Sam watched Lucifer make his first pancake, watched him cook the first thing he's probably ever cooked in his long existence.
It was... nice.