Dean crept into the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, observing Lucifer, who was currently digging through the cabinets.
"Hey…uh….maybe I should get going…"
"Do you want to leave?" The taller blond stopped searching, and turned his head, sad blue eyes meeting Deans green ones.
The Winchester shrugged "I just don't want to cause any problems with your brother…Michael probably isn't very happy that I skipped practice too… "
"Do you want to leave?" Lucifer repeated again.
Dean pushing himself away from the door frame and went to stand by the kitchen counter "I guess not."
"Then don't" It was a simple answer, and Lucifer returned to searching for food. "Here" He said, after a few moments, and tossed a bag of chips in the Winchester boy's direction.
"What is this?" Both boys turned their attention to Michael, who had appeared in the doorway, an empty bottle clutched in his hand.
"Well, brother, it looks to me like an empty bottle of whiskey." Lucifer answered, matter-of-factly.
Michael slammed the bottle down on the counter in frustration, causing Dean to flinch. The taller blond however, remained perfectly calm, watching his brother with a blank expression.
"You're underage Lucifer. Do you know what that means? You're not allowed to drink." He took a deep breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose, obviously trying to calm himself. "And a whole bottle? What were you thinking?"
Lucifer shrugged, seating himself on the edge of the counter, spinning the bottle between his fingers. "I didn't drink it all by myself, you know." he turned, looking proudly over at Dean, who was trying his best to blend into the wall. "He helped."
The black haired man turned, and looked at Dean with a disappointed expression. "I expected better from you Dean."
Lucifer snorted, unable to contain his irritation with his brother. "Of course you did."
Michael turned to him "What's that supposed to mean?"
The taller blond rolled his eyes, hopping down from the counter. "Oh please, like I need to explain?" His lips were pulled downward, into a frown as he paced towards his elder brother. "You value him Michael, and not just because he's good at football."
His eyes darted briefly to Dean, lingering for a moment, and then he looked back at Michael. "He reminds you of you. Full of potential." Lucifer turned his back to his brother, and stalked out of the kitchen, pausing in the doorway and muttering bitterly. "Potential you never saw in me."
He turned his head, just enough to meet his brothers gaze. The malice and contempt that Lucifer's blue eyes had been so full of just moments ago had been replaced with a pathetic, sorrowful look. "I bet you wish he was your brother, instead of me."
For the record, Luci's intention wasn't to get Dean in any sort of trouble by pointing out that Dean drank with him. He's just...sort of hurt, that his brother sees more in Dean than he does in him, and wanted to make a point to Michael that Dean isn't perfect either. ;w;