Kitty: Don't throw your phone. I like your phone. They do hate each other quite a bit, on every level, very personally, it goes much deeper than even resentment. They just plain don't like each other as people. They only get together for the sake of their broken crazy family. Lucifer's life story is sad, when a lot of the time he has good intentions. We all love and miss and feel bad and sad for our poor Luci.

Cassie: It's lovely until you think about how Sam saw all of those attempts. But yes. Gabe is not dead, but Luci didn't know that at the time. He does now. The show has basically established Gabe is alive, and that he was in hiding and has gone back into hiding. If we'll see him again is unknown. But yeah, I think that was a pretty good time for Luci to be OOC. He wasn't in his right mind, as he said. Crowley was my only worry but I think he was pretty good.
UPDATE: Damn it Cass! I put this on the wrong story. How did you not notice that?

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"So what if he's going to text you!? He's a jerk, and probably a murderer, and a werewolf. Ignore him!" Stiles scoffed as he changed for dinner.

"Why in God's name, other than that, should I ignore him? Have you seen him? He looks like a Roman god, and he's into me."

"Because you're too good for him, or he's not good enough for you... However that goes." Scott pouted seeing he wasn't getting through to Stiles. "And so what if he looks like a Roman god? You look like a Greek god. That's way better." Stiles glared dully at Scott.

"I look like a Greek goddess. Not typically appealing if you're a guy." His phone buzzed and his eyes met Scott's. He lunged for the phone but Scott tackled him to the floor. Scott held the phone out of his reach as he struggled for it. Stiles barely heard footsteps climbing the stairs.

"COME ON! What happened to playing hard to get?! You're being pathetic!" Scott growled after being flipped over off of Stiles and pinned. He threw Stiles off and pinned him again. "Ha!" Just then Dean opened the door. He just rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"You better have a good explanation." Scott gave no hint of fear, probably because he didn't realized how their position looked.

"I don't like Stiles' boyfriend." Dean quirked an eyebrow.

"And you decided to make him aware of alternate options?" Scott looked up and tilted his head in confusion.

"Huh?" Stiles took the chance to knee Scott in the groin, and then kick him off.

"Quit being a cockblock and give me the phone!" Scott kept Stiles at arm's length.

"No, Derek texted and I'm trying to convince Stiles to have some dignity!"

"I've been pathetic my whole life! If it'll get me laid, why stop now!?" Dean smiled slightly.

"Right. Scott, Come out here for a second will ya?" Scott looked at Stiles and then to Dean.

"Am I going to come back into this room alive?" Dean just nodded and made a come on already gesture. Scott gave Stiles the phone and went out into the hall with Dean. Dean pulled out him wallet, and pulled out a ten, giving it to Scott. "What's this for?"

"That is for not liking his boyfriend." He pulled out a twenty and put it in the boy's hand. "This is for you to cockblock as long as possible. Yeah?" Scott smiled and nodded. Dean walked back down the hall and Scott went back into the room.

"What did he say?" Stiles smiled.

"'Hey'." Scott scoffed as he climbed on the bed to read with Stiles.

Stiles had texted back "Hey. Wyd?" And only just got a reply.

"Working out. Figured I'd check in b4 you assume I'm murdering ppl in my free time." Stiles gave a goofy smile as he replied.

"I'm still not sure you don't." Then he sent "You working out at the gym?"

"I'm more the stay at home type." Scott blurted.

"Isn't he staying at his family's burnt down house? He doesn't even have a shower, he must smell." Stiles was going to snap back at him but he gave a wondering look.

"How do you bathe if you're staying at your family house?" Scott rolled his eyes but watched the phone, kind of wanting to know.

"Creek. There's a spot nearby that's abt 5 ft deep. It's really clear and has a calm current." Stiles went a bit wide eyed.

"You bathe in public... in a creek... out in the woods... au naturel?"

"Yes?"

"That is very nice. Yes, nice is the word I'm going with." Stiles leaned away from Scott a bit, who peaked at the phone anyway, and typed another. "I should join you some time. Sounds fun. Yes, fun is the word I'm going with." Scott punched him in the shoulder.

"This very quickly became kinda sexual. Although it is adding an odd pep to my exercising, wasn't really what I was going for when I started this work out."

"I'm sorry, would you like me to stop? It's mostly involuntary but I can actively try not to be lascivious when thinking about a downright beautiful human being bathing in a majestic manner."

"Not particularly, but for some reason I feel like Scott is reading this and I'd hate for him to judge me for being easy." Stiles glared at Scott, who stuck out his tongue. "Plus, I have to go bathe in a majestic manner. Cya" Stiles almost died. He got up and was down the stairs like a bolt of lightning. He waved at "Uncle Luc" and Crowley as he zipped by, and found Dean as he was setting the table in the dining room. "Dean! I need to go on a hike."

"What? When?" Dean looked at the boy in utter bewilderment at the odd request.

"Now, please? You don't mind right?" Dean gave an are you serious look.

"First of all, no, you're not going. Second of all you're an idiot, especially if you thought I'd say yes. Third, just why?" Stiles gave a pitiful whine.

"Caaaaas!" Stiles cried with a deep whine.

"You're grounded, Stiles. A sudden unsupervised hike is not healthy for your concept of consequences and discipline." Cas called from the kitchen as he cooked. Dean suddenly shouted.

"Stiles! Why do you need to go for a hike?" Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Derek may or may not be bathing in a creek in the preserve on the other side of town..." Dean gave a face that let on that he was genuinely concerned and put his hands on Stiles' shoulders.

"You will either grow up to be very famous, or you will have seriously disturbing criminal record..." Sam scoffed as he came in, looking like he just got in from a run.

"Or if you truly become a part of the family, will be very famous for your seriously disturbing criminal record." Dean shrugged a little.

"Most of our records aren't true though." Sam laughed softly.

"Well, they're mostly true in some way, shape, or form. Just... out of context, really." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"As the son of a cop, I can honestly say I don't want to know." Sam nodded slightly.

"What were you two talking about it for then?" Stiles sighed and leaned against the table.

"I wanted to go for a hike in the preserve but They will not allow me to." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Talk about out of context. He wants to go peep on lover boy, who apparently swims in a creek."

"Bathes." Stiles piped in shortly, not having really expected Dean to differentiate.

"That Derek guy, huh? I suppose you left out that you saw him just yesterday." Stiles gave Sam a SHUT UP!? look but Dean already responded with an is that so? look of his own.

"When was this?" Dean addressed Stiles as a gesture of curtsey and mock respect, since anything he would say would be fact checked by Sam. Stiles sighed.

"When we went to get ice cream." Stiles said and stopped, now all too familiar with Dean's short direct answers, ask what he needs to know style of interrogation.

"Doesn't seem like the random ice cream on a Saturday type." Dean quipped flatly, all business. Stiles looked to Sam and sighed again. Scott and his big ears.

"He followed us there." Dean didn't look anything close to pleased with that.

"Okay... Why." Stiles didn't like being questioned/ordered like he was hiding something but he was and if he didn't give some answer it'd be obvious.

"He wanted to tell me he'd be busy this weekend and wouldn't be in touch until tonight. He wanted to surprise me in person because I got mad that he didn't get back to my texts after you pointed a gun at him. Basically just stopped in to say hi." Sam piped in after him, a smirk on his lips.

"And a quite non-verbal goodbye." Dean went a little wide eyed in disbelief.

"Well, vague threat of murder really hasn't smartened him up huh?" Stiles growled out a sigh.

"It was a peck on the cheek. He was nothing but a gentleman. I invited him in to meet Sam, and even though Sam was making murder eyes at him, he said he would've but he was busy and had things to attend to. No need for murder or threats thereof." Dean raised an eyebrow.

"I'm more concerned that some shady guy just 10 years my junior is stalking my son!" He sassed. Stiles cleared his throat.

"Not to say I don't love you or Cas, or Sam for that matter; Hell, even 'Uncle... Luci' is growing on me; but a week ago you didn't even know me. You probably would've been shooting at me and Scott in the woods yourself. And I'm sure you wouldn't have missed. If you hadn't met me, and saw me and Derek with each other, you wouldn't assume he's shady, and we both know it. I'm sure you were more of a lady's man when you were his age, does that make you a bad husband, or father? No. You're just worried because you know we like each other and you think because he's older I can't take care of myself. But I can, and if I couldn't you can trust me to tell you if I need you. Or at least Cas. I promise. Now can we drop the stalking thing?" Dean smiled.

"Yeah... That was cute, but no. But tell you what, I will check the kid out, and if I don't mind what I find, you... can... see him... But until I do, limit it to mostly phone. If he comes over he's got 7 minutes before I put a shell of rock salt into his chest. If he has the curtsey to use the door then I'll just toss his ass out. Understood?" Stiles sighed but knew that was as easily as Dean would accept it and nodded.

"Thank you..." He said begrudgingly. He almost missed Sam, out of the corner of his eye, getting hugged from behind by 'Uncle Crowley', Sam allowed it for a moment, even leaned into the embrace minimally, but gave his arm a pat-whack after a couple seconds, and Crowley gingerly pulled away, resting his hands on Sam's waist for a full second before pulling away to stand next to him. Stiles could assume Crowley kissed the back of Sam's neck or one of his shoulder blades, and he had to admit they, the three of them, were cute, at least from the hidden little affections he saw. He wasn't sure they were together but they were close, something-ish, and he found it cute.

"Hello, boys." Dean rolled his eyes.

"What do you want, Crowley?" Crowley glared at Dean lightly and gave a spiteful smirk.

"To see the look on your face when I tell you your brother called and said they'll be here in-" Crowley paused and the doorbell rang. "Now." Dean went pale.

"Sam, answer the door." Sam smirked, although with a sympathetic undertone.

"No way…" Dean rolled his eyes and shoved his way past his brother heading for the door.

"Dean, try to be civil?" Cas called from the kitchen as he stalked towards the door. He rolled his eyes but gave a silent nod. As he neared the door he heard the young voice that made him fill with hostility towards the archangel.

"I do not dislike him, I actively hate everything about him as a person. There is no resolution to be had. I cannot comprehend why in the world you'd continue dragging me to these stupid family dinners." He could almost hear Adam sigh.

"Because you're a part of my life and I want you to at least communicate with my brothers civilly. Plus coming over isn't just a my family thing. Did you ever think maybe Cas wants you to come by? And Lucifer will be there. Sam's visiting. You have a nephew to meet. Are you really not going to enjoy it just over some stupid grudge because Dean didn't wanna be your vessel? I mean, after all, it worked out for the best." Michael let out a frumpy huff on the other side of the door.

"It's not because of that, I just find him utterly intolerable!" Dean rolled his eyes and swung the door open.

"Right back at ya, dick…" He ground out only giving a momentary glare at Michael, now in the form of their father, when he was young. The two hadn't told Adam, but telling by how much the two held back as far as affection went while around the boys, they assumed it was a topic that didn't need to be visited. Adam fixed him with a fake hopeful smile though, and he returned a reassuring counter smile. "Hey kid, How's things?" He said, giving Adam a small hug and welcoming him in. He glared at Michael as he entered. Only for Sam to shove him slightly. It's not like Sam liked Michael, but he definitely tried harder than Dean to be nice to him. He shook Michael's hand, but that was the extent of their interaction. He then gave Adam an awkward hug.

"Hey. Everything good?" Adam smiled and nodded.

"Everything is great, guys. We're both doing great." Sam still gave the younger man a concerned look but he nodded.

"Oh, so that is a human thing…" The archangel muttered from behind him.

"What?" Dean snipped at him. Michael turned an inquiring look towards him that said 'Yes? I didn't say anything' and Dean glared. Adam gave a roll of his eyes and elbowed Michael in the rib softly.

"Oh, this dick just always assumes my emotions are me being over sensitive. We recently had a little bet about reassurances." Adam stepped on Dean's boot when he gagged just a bit.

"All I'm saying is I don't wanna know what the bet was for. You two are grosser than Sam and the devil. Take your pick as to which." Michael raised an eyebrow at the comment.

"What do you mean by that?" Sam rolled his eyes.

"Nothing!" Just then Crowley pinched him from behind, smirking. Sam grabbed his hand breaking a few bones.

"We really need to find the definition of 'nothing' for you, Darling." Sam glared at him.

"Who's given you permission to speak yet, hm? That hand goes anywhere near there again and I'll cut it off and keep it." Crowley rolled his eyes as Sam walked off with Dean, and followed along with Adam, and by effect Michael.

"You must be the least annoying of the Winchester brothers." Adam nodded slightly.

"Adam Milligan." Crowley kissed his hand.

"EnchantéAdam." Adam was about to ask for his name, but Crowley pulled Adam a few feet forward, a behavior Michael was about to correct violently when the reason became painfully apparent as Lucifer slammed into him. He will never admit he groaned from his place on the floor. He was surprised that Sam had come back to help them up though. Once up he brushed himself off and gave Lucifer an irritated look.

"What was that?" Lucifer smiled at him.

"It's called a glomp. It's where you hug and tackle someone at the same time." Michael huffed at Lucifer's levity.

"And who led you to believe that was an acceptable greeting?" Lucifer gestured at Stiles and Scott, who were standing against the wall desperately trying not to lose their shit as they held in laughter. Stiles managed to clear his throat and gain some composure as Michael stepped over, but Scott kept snickering. "You must be the child."

"Not in a few years." Michael shrugged slightly.

"But comparatively…" Stiles scoffed slightly and raised an eyebrow.

"Dude, you're like 20." Michael paused a moment, not sure how to answer that. Dean started laughing and came over to put an arm around Stiles.

"We're so blessed to have you." Dean squeaked between laughed. Stiles turned his head to him as if having not heard him.

"Huh?" Dean paused to repeat himself.

"I said we're blessed to have you as a son." Stiles shook his head.

"I'm sorry, 'we're….'?" Dean furrowed his brow, not getting why Stiles was having trouble.

"Blessed." He said clear as possible, but Stiles still didn't recognize what he'd said.

"I think you're mumbling Dean." Dean looked utterly confused. Scott just rolled his eyes.

"I think he said, they're lucky to have you, Stiles." Stiles' face lit up as if he'd heard it for the first time.

"Oh! Aw, that's so sweet. Thanks Dean." Once Stiles walked off, probably to talk Cas into getting Dean to back off Derek, Dean turned to Scott. Even Michael looked at the boy.

"What the hell was that?" Scott shrugged.

"His coping mechanism, or lack there off. Told you, he didn't deal with the 'devils in the living room' thing well."

"So, he blocks out anything that'll remind him off it?" Scott nodded.

"Until he decides he can process it."

"Dinner is complete!" Cas called from the dining room and Scott scurried off. Coming into the dining room, Dean just barely caught sight of Stiles kissing Cas on the cheek as the angel smiled, just finishing up serving up what seemed to be a hardy stew of some sort, and Stiles finished up setting out silverware, and he couldn't help but smile.

"What are my boys conspiring about now?" Cas only peaked up momentarily, before sitting down and looking to Sam. Stiles had a slightly smug look that worried him. Sam gave a sigh.

"Apparently I'm helping you with the case of the shady boyfriend." Dean gave a look of slight surprise, and Stiles groaned.

"Oh my God. He's not shady. Can we stop saying shady?" Most of them were waiting for the soup to cool but Michael already had a mouthful of it.

"I find most humans 'shady' personally."

"Comparatively, in this family, Derek should not be considered shady!" Stiles said loudly.

"But he's dating you. So he is." Sam said matter-of-factly.

"And you and me are doing some bonding after dinner." Stiles sighed exaggeratedly.

"Why?!" Dean scoffed.

"Because otherwise I will never let you leave this house. Ever." Stiles looked like he wanted to scream.

"And what are we bonding over?" Dean started on his soup.

"Shooting practice." Stiles' silverware clanked in his bowl.

"I don't want to." He said firmly. Dean looked at him then set down his silverware to fold his hands and give his best 'I get where you're coming from but this is how it's going to be' face.

"Well, you want to run around with werewolves in the middle of the night on full moons, I'm making sure you know how to fight one off. I'm not saying kill your best friend someday. I get that's not an option. But if Scott ever wolfed out and came at you, I would hope he would love you enough as a friend to understand if you needed to put a couple silver bullets in his knees. Same goes for whoever you two were running with." Stiles huffed and turned his attention toward his soup, not wanting to talk about it since Scott was getting uncomfortable. Dean picked up the roll Cas had put on a plate next to each bowl. He was greeted with rice and ground beef and beans and onions and a bit of cheese somewhere in there. He didn't know what to say so he just made a really loud "Hmm!" sounding mostly surprised. "Cas, what the h- did you make these?" Cas nodded softly.

"Scott gave me the instructions." Dean looked to the steaming roll and then to Scott.

"My mom made them with me and Stiles as kids." Scott said finally smiling again.

"My mom gave his mom the recipe, because she never really got to make them… later on, and she knew me and Scott would like helping Melissa with them…." Stiles said normally but taking a second with certain parts. It made Sam look a bit uncomfortable and Lucifer's hand disappeared under the table to rest on Sam's leg.

"Well, they're damn good." Dean said, sensing the discomfort in the room but not wanting to bring it up. Michael piped up with a mock annoyed voice, picking a fight to change the subject.

"Must you use such words for absolutely no relevant reason?" Adam poked him, not seeing what was going on, but Dean was already going along with the act.

"Yeah, I must. They're used to add meaning to things." Michael gave a fake sneer.

"Maybe it would if you knew what they meant." Dean raised his voice a little in retort.

"Well, it would be around to mean anything if your dad didn't go around damning things in the first place." Michael slammed his fist down on the table.

"He wouldn't have to if you apes weren't so damnable in the first place!" Now Dean simply yelled back.

"Yeah, well it sure as hell seems like we're better off than we would've been going with His plan." Dean and Michael gave fake glares at each other in the resulting silence before Gabe burst in the kitchen door.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Sammy didn't give me much warning. Dad says hi, but he was busy with a pl- something, I didn't really catch it. How's dinner going?" Michael answered lightly as he returned to his meal as if nothing had happened.

"Fine." Dean smiled at him.

"You've gotta try these rolls. Scott, Stiles' friend, taught Cas how to make them. Love em'."