Sam awoke to shouting and smoke detectors beeping.
His hazel eyes snapped open and he jumped out of bed -dressed in nothing but his boxes -and ran for the kitchen.
"The HELL?!" Dean was shouting.
Smoke billowed out of the kitchen. Sam coughed and his eyes stung.
"Just HOLD ON!" Dean shouted.
Sam saw his wild-haired brother run out of the kitchen. A second later Dean returned, carrying a red fire extinguisher.
"Why wasn't this thing in the KITCHEN?" Dean growled loudly.
Sam heard a roar as the extinguisher sprayed. The smoke cleared and Sam could see the stove, which was covered in foam from the extinguisher, and Lucifer, who was also covered in foam from the extinguisher.
Dean fanned the smoke in the air, "God..."
"Um...what happened?" Sam asked.
"Well, let's see, I wake up to the smoke detectors going off and the kitchen is on fire. Yeah. That about sums up what I know." Dean explained.
"You didn't have to spray me with that mechanism." Lucifer said curtly.
Dean raised his eyebrows and looked Lucifer up and down, "My bad..."
Sam could tell Dean was not sorry.
Dean clicked his tongue, "So Luci, you wanna explain what you were doing in MY kitchen at 6 o'clock in the morning? 'Cause I sure as hell don't know."
Sam could feel himself stifling a laugh. He couldn't help it. Dean was so ticked off, and Lucifer just looked hilarious covered in foam.
"Nothing. I wasn't doing anything." Lucifer growled and glared at the floor. His glower might have been more threatening if Dean hadn't sprayed him.
Sam snorted and tried to disguise the noise as a cough.
"Right. So the stove just...happened to burst into flame... And you were standing...right here?" Dean threw his hands out," Coincidentally? You just happened to -aw shit! My cookbook! You BURNED my cookbook! The hell? That's Martha Stewart, man!" Dean exclaimed as he lifted blackened book from the stove.
While Dean mourned the loss of his cookbook, Sam eyed the stove. There was muffin pan covered in charcoal and foam.
"Lucifer you weren't...making muffins, were you?" Sam asked.
Dean stopped bemoaning his cookbook and stared.
"Aw, great. That's just great." Dean rolled his eyes, "So Lucifer makes muffins now? What is this, Hell's Kitchen? 'Cause Gordon Ramsey would have your ass, man."
"I did nothing of the sort." Lucifer growled, "If your human inventions weren't so inconvenient and confusing..."
"So you admit it!" Dean pointed a finger.
"I don't have to answer to you." Lucifer replied.
"You know what? I think you should leave. It's gonna take me forever to clean this..." Dean muttered.
Lucifer snapped his fingers and the kitchen returned to normal. Even the Martha Stewart cookbook was repaired.
"So now you use your mojo..." Dean grumbled.
"I do as I please." Lucifer said as he walked out of the room, "Keep your inconvenient cooking methods and primitive recipes."
"Martha Stewart in NOT PRIMITIVE!" Dean shouted after him.
Sam clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. Then he followed Lucifer up to their room.
"You wanna tell me what that was about?" Sam asked, trying not to grin at the scowling archangel.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"If you wanted to make muffins..." Sam began.
Lucifer scoffed, "Why should I care for those stupid, fattening, inconvenient, unnecessarily complicated inventions? They're ugly cupcakes that pretend they're nutritious. "
Sam snorted at the comparison. Then he composed himself, "Lucifer, why?"
Lucifer scowled at the bed for a minute, not meeting Sam's eyes, "I wanted to do something special for you."
"Why?" Sam asked again.
"Because it's your birthday."
Sam's eyes widened and he gasped. Today was May 2. He'd completely forgotten.
"I wanted to do something special. I knew it would mean more if I didn't use my 'angel mojo'." Lucifer made air quotes. Then he scowled at the floor.
"Luce..." Sam breathed.
"Nevermind. It doesn't matter." Lucifer replied.
Sam laughed softly, "Oh, Luce..." he walked up to the angel and hugged him.
The angel still looked upset, so Sam added, "Hey, how about later, when Dean's in the garage, we go make muffins together?"
Lucifer's face perked up, "Can we use blueberries?"
Sam laughed, "Yeah. We can use blueberries."
"And chocolate chips?"
"Yeah. Chocolate chips too."
Lucifer grinned, "Ok."
A few hours later, Sam and Lucifer were in the kitchen together. Sam was showing Lucifer how to stir flour without getting it all over the room.
"So many steps..." Lucifer muttered.
"You're not doing bad." Sam added and showed Lucifer how to make a well in the mixture.
"When do we add blueberries?" Lucifer asked.
"Last." Sam replied.
Finally, Sam and Lucifer were waiting for the muffins to bake in the oven. Heavenly aromas wafted from the oven. Lucifer hugged Sam from behind and sighed.
"What is it?" Sam asked.
"I just...I wanted to do something special for you." Lucifer admitted.
"I'd say this is pretty special. First muffins I've ever made with you...and on my birthday too." Sam grinned over his shoulder.
Lucifer smiled then and Sam turned his head to kiss him.
30 mins later Sam declared they were the best muffins he had ever eaten as well.
