"Rise and shine, Luce!"
Blue eyes slowly opened to stare blearily up at the figure hovering over the back of the couch, before falling shut again.
"Hey man, come on." Dean tried again, gently shaking the sleeping blond.
Lucifer merely replied with a low, sleepy moan, before turning over onto his side.
The Winchester boy sighed. "And Sammy says I'm difficult to wake up…" He muttered, before staring down at the taller male. "Sorry about this buddy…but I guess there's no other way." And with that, he placed both hands against Lucifer's back, and gave a shove, sending the taller blond tumbling off the couch and onto the floor with a thud.
Lucifer made another, low, groaning sound, before slowly sitting himself up, staring at Dean with half lidded eyes. "What did you do that for…?" He slurred, bringing a hand up to rub his eyes.
Dean simply flashed him a grin. "Morning, Handsome."
The taller boy gave him a curious look, whether from the greeting, or the fact that he was still half-asleep, Dean wasn't too sure.
"Did you just…"
Ok, so maybe it was the greeting.
Dean had intended for it to be a joke, but now that he thought about it, Lucifer did look rather attractive with this whole 'just woken up' look he had going on. The disheveled hair, and tired eyes, even the light amount of stubble really worked for him, and—wait a minute, why was he even thinking about Lucifer looking attractive..?
The Winchester boy shook the thought from his head, and patted the pile of clothes he had dumped onto the couch after knocking the taller blond off of it.
Lucifer's attention went to the clothes—thank god that sleepy people are easily distracted. Dean thought to himself.
"What are those…?"
"Well Luce, they're clothes…" Dean picked up a shirt, and held it up for display." You put them on and—"
"I know what they are, Dean. I meant why you are giving them to me." The taller blond glanced up at the Winchester boy, now looking much more alert than he had a few moments ago.
The smaller male let the shirt fall back into the clothes pile. "I figured you'd want something else to wear other than those." He gestured to the clothes Lucifer was currently wearing, and had slept in. "We're about the same size…so I figured they should fit you." He shrugged.
Lucifer nodded, slowly picking himself up from the floor. "Thanks.." He mumbled, before stretching a bit, causing the edge of his shirt to ride up his stomach just a little—not that Dean was looking for anything, because he wasn't. Or at least he'd never admit that he was.
The taller blond tilted his head, ever so slightly, and looked at Dean, with those still tired blue eyes of his.
Crap. Had he been staring…? Maybe Lucifer was still half-asleep and wouldn't remember any of this later.
"So, uh. Yeah…" Dean pointed to the clothes again, before turning, and making a beeline for the kitchen.
It's alright Dean, you've got nothing to be embarrassed about! I'm sure a lot of us would stare at Luci's belly too. Especially when he's still tired, and stretching, and making all sorts of delicious sleepy sounds~