The Winchester boy looked at the girls, who were watching him expectantly, before wetting his lips with his tongue, and taking a step closer to the taller man, hesitating a bit.
There was a ghost of a smile on the taller blonde's lips, and he looked calmly at the Winchester before speaking. "I'm not going to bite, Dean."
"S-shut up." Dean could feel his cheeks starting to heat up, and he wasn't quite sure if it was from the alcohol, or embarrassment.
He glanced at the two girls again—who were urging him to 'hurry up', before leaning over and giving Lucifer a quick, very chaste, peck on the lips.
"Alright Ladies! Your turn!" he grinned, turning to face them.
"No way! That doesn't count!" The brunette girl complained, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yeah, It like, has to be longer than that." The blond girl beside her agreed.
Dean's brows furrowed a bit, as he considered what to do.
The decision however, was made for him, as the taller blond set his drink down, and grabbed Dean's head, turning the smaller male to face him, and mashing their lips together.
The Winchester boy made a muffled sound of surprise.
It was like kissing a freezer—one that tasted oddly like peppermint schnapps. It wasn't exactly bad—or maybe that was just the alcohol talking, but Dean was pretty damn sure his tongue was going to get frostbite. God damn that ice Lucifer had been chewing on all night.
And to make matters worse, he was pretty sure he could feel the sneaky bastard smiling in amusement.
After a few moments Lucifer pulled back, letting go of the smaller male.
"Dude, what the hell was that?" Dean muttered, shooting him a look, while sucking in a breath of air.
The taller blond shrugged, patting Dean on the shoulder. "You can thank me later." He said in a calm voice, nodding in the direction of the two girls, before going off to get another drink.
Dean slowly turned to face the two females, flashing them a grin. "So…Ladies…"
OH LOOK..35 CHAPTERS LATER AND THEY'VE FINALLY KISSED...