Michael let out a long sigh and turned to Dean. "It's getting late. You should probably go home."
The Winchester boy nodded slowly. "Right…I uh…just gotta go get something I left in Lucifer's room…" He pointed, before turning and dashing out of the kitchen and back upstairs.
"Hey…Luce…?" Dean called out, peering through the opening of the attic and looking around as he made his way up the step ladder. "Lucifer..? You alright dude?" He tried again, brows furrowing when he received a muffled sound in response.
He frowned as his eyes finally settled on the source of the noise.
The taller blond was lying face down on the bed, arms wrapped around a pillow, which he was currently burying his face into.
Dean sighed, unsure what to do, and made a motion to pick his jacket up from the floor.
"You're leaving…?" Lucifer asked in a soft voice, lifting his head just enough to peek over the pillows edge. His blue eyes looked sadly at Dean.
The smaller male froze in place, jacket in hand. "Er…well after all that, I kind of though you wanted me to go…"
Lucifer frowned, letting his head sink back onto the pillow, and mumbled. "I'm upset with Michael. Not you." He sighed after a moment, and rolled over onto his back, head hanging slightly over the edge of the bed. "And besides, you're in no condition to be driving."
Dean frowned. "I'll have you know I'm just fine to drive" The taller blond raised an eyebrow, and pushed himself into a sitting position, a smile tugged at his lips. "Really? How many tries did it take you to pick up that jacket?" He tilted his head, ever so slightly.
"…Three"
The Winchester boy rolled his eyes at Lucifer's smug expression. "Fine. You win." He held his hands up in defeat and made his way over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. He frowned, when the bed starting to bounce up and down.
"Knock it off, dude"
"What?" The taller blond questioned innocently.
"You know what."
Lucifer shrugged; a ghost of a smile on his lips as he continued to rock back and forth. "I have no idea what you're talking about Dean."
"Yeah you do. Now quit it." Dean said warningly. But the smile on his lips told otherwise.
For the record, when Luci had his face buried in the pillow, he wasn't crying. XD Just kind of frustrated.
