Lucifer slid his corvette into a parking space at the Autman Furnishings building reserved for the higher ups, meaning his brother, and stepped out. He wasn't supposed to be coming in later, anyway. He had plenty of time to do what he needed to and get out before Michael had him towed just for the hell of it.

He fixed his sunglasses over his eyes, then examined his suit, making sure he was presentable. He then smirked as he went for the entrance, spitting out his gum in a potted plant by the door. As he stepped in, he took off his glasses and folded one stem into the open collar of his button up shirt.

His smirk only grew wider as he stepped up to the receptionist's desk, "Good morning, Becky. Could you give Frank a call and ask if Sam is on a run or not?" he asked, a bit too politely to be taken sincerely.

Her gray eyes squinted at him, but Lucifer wasn't intimidated by that mascara. He set the paper bag he'd been carrying up on the counter, "Please and thank you." he egged on, one arm leaning against the desk.

One of Becky's brows rose, "What's that? Is that a lunch?" she asked, skeptical.

"As a matter of fact, it is." he replied in a mocking sing-song way, grinning.

Becky rolled her eyes, then picked up the phone, dialing the mail room's extension. A few moments passed in cold silence before the other end picked up, "Hey Frank. I've got Lucifer here and he's looking for Sam." she ended that last sentence in an annoyed fashion, like he were wasting everyone's time. Becky got a response, then pulled the phone away from her ear, looking at the phone in her hands with a confused expression.

"I don't know why he never says 'Goodbye'." she mumbled, then put her attention back on Lucifer's bagged lunch. "He's down there. Are you going to eat lunch with him, or something?" she joked, wanting to tease him.

"Yep." he replied, snatching the bag back off the desk and immediately heading for the elevator to take him into the basement.

Becky scoffed, "You might as well just have brought him flowers." she remarked, obviously off put by his response.

As the elevator doors opened, he stepped in and pressed the close button. But before they could he commented back to her, "I would have, but they were all out of Tiger Lilies." he shrugged with a smirk as the doors closed. He smiled to himself, knowing that pissed her off, too. It wasn't a secret, his bisexuality, and putting it in Becky's face, who'd been making goo-goo eyes at Sam the other day, that he'd be eating lunch with Sam when she couldn't was great. It was too easy to push her buttons, but it was going to be even easier getting Sam wrapped around his finger compared to Becky's odds.

He laughed to himself, shaking his head. Some times he wondered if he was too much.

The elevator doors opened, and Lucifer stepped out, now scoping out the mail room, looking for Sam. When he couldn't find him out on the floor, he went for the break room. Hopefully Sam hadn't eaten yet, making his timing perfect.

He grinned when he saw Sam standing in front of one of the vending machines, presumably thinking about what he was going to get.

"Hey there." Lucifer spoke up, taking a seat at the round table, setting the bag on the table top.

Sam quickly whipped around, his eyes going wide when he saw who it was that had called out to him. "Uhhh...Lucifer?" he asked, his brows furrowing. "What, uh… what are you doing here?" he asked, visibly becoming uncomfortable with the situation.

"I wanted to have lunch with you. I had a lot left over from what I made for Castiel today." he smiled, then started pulling plastic bags out of the paper bag.

Sam still stood by the vending machine, eying what looked to be wraps that Lucifer was pulling out of his bag. Those wraps looked a hell of a lot better than the bag of pretzels he was going to get. Eventually he gave in and took a seat at the other side of the table, across from Lucifer, setting his bottle of water up on the table. "Well thanks, Lucifer." he then rose a brow, "You made Castiel a bag lunch? What for?" he asked. He knew Castiel didn't have a job to go to like he or Dean, so what occasion was it?

"Well, Castiel is probably on his way over to Dean's shop to have lunch with him, too. Dean had said something about not wanting burgers every single day?" he looked to Sam, trying to confirm.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head, "Oh wow, I didn't think he'd go out of his way to make a lunch for Dean." he then looked to Lucifer, "But you made these, right?" he asked.

This time Lucifer chuckled, "Yea, but we're not gonna tell Dean that. We'll let Castiel take the credit this time." he winked then handed over a plastic ziploc bag to Sam and a ramequin sized dixie cup with a lid filled with some sort of white sauce.

Before they could really start tearing into their food Sam excused himself, telling Lucifer he wanted to wash his hands first. Once he was in the bathroom, door locked, (He was unsure if Lucifer would try and come in or not.) he called Dean. Even though it was a Friday evening, he hoped he could pick up.

"Hello?" Dean answered after a few rings.

"Hey, so guess who just showed up in my break room." he leaned against the wall, looking down at the tiled floors.

"Donald Trump." Dean joked, his hands obviously full, or else he would've tried harder.

"No. Lucifer."

There was a distinct pause over the line, then Dean finally answered, "What did he want?" Dean must have set aside what ever it was that he was doing in favor of listening more closely to Sam.

"He made lunch for the two of us and wanted to come eat with me. I mean, that's not weird, right?" Even though he was calling to tell Dean, he was genuinely asking.

"No, not weird at all. I mean, you two are dating, right?"

"Dean."

"Hey, why else would the guy bring you lunch? Face it, that guy is in to you." Sam could just hear the smirk in his voice. It made him want to punch him.

"Ok, well I think you'd like to know that Castiel is on his way to you as well. I suspect he'll have some lunch to give to you, too."

Then there was an even longer pause over the phone before Dean recuperated, "Like… He's coming here?"

"That's what Lucifer told me. He said that Castiel made a lunch specifically for you because the other night you said you didn't want to keep eating burgers all the time." Sam grinned victoriously.

"Holy shit, I was just joking around the other night, I didn't think he'd actually do anything about it." there was another pause, though it wasn't as long, "Is he bringing me shrimp cocktail?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "No, I think it's the same thing Lucifer brought me."

"What'd he bring you?"

"Nope, see I'm at least gonna let that be a surprise."

"Oh come on, Sammy!"

"I gotta go. I should've been done washing my hands a while ago."

"...what?"

Then Sam hung up, slipping his phone back into his pocket, and then actually went to wash his hands.

Dean knew he only had but so much time to work with, so he immediately started setting his plan into motion. He unzipped his jumpsuit half way and tied the arms around his waist, keeping them out of the way, then went to a secluded corner of the garage where he went to the ground and began doing rapid push-ups. Soon, a thin sheen of sweat covered his upper body, a few drips falling from his forehead as he came down on every push-up.

Bobby was on his way to the back corner to grab a cleaner cloth to wipe something down with, and noticed Dean behind a Buick. "What, uhh…" Bobby came over to Dean, standing just in front of him without hovering over him, "What're you doin' back here, boy?" he asked, obviously confused.

"Gettin' a quick work out in." was Dean's reply, his voice more course has he powered through push-ups.

Bobby chuckled to himself a bit before grabbing at a clean cloth hanging out of a half opened tool box drawer, "You on some kinda kick?"

Dean paused for only a second, his chest resting on the ground as he chuckled, then went back to pushing, "There's always time for a quick work out, Bobby. You be sure to remember that." He smirked, looking up to Bobby to wink at him teasingly.

Bobby shook his head, though his smile said he was more amused than anything. The mysteries of Dean Winchester will never cease to amaze him, and he fully expected there to be some grander scheme he were up to here. There was always some sort of method to his madness, even if most the time Bobby didn't get to see what exactly he'd been up to all this time.

Dean had lost count as to how many reps he'd gone through, but he kept track of how long he'd been down on the ground, and he knew Castiel was bound to show up any minute now. What he hadn't realized was how he grinned like a fool the whole time. He then got up off the ground, wiping his hands together, getting rid of the dirt, and made his way over to the car he'd been working on. Most the work needed to be done internally, adjusting the wires and such in the dash, but he opted to open the hood, grabbing any random tool he saw laying about.

He then bent over the front to make it seem like he were working on something in the engine. While there, he fiddled with the adjustable wrench he'd grabbed, loosening it and tightening it. He stayed there for a minute until Benny came up, swatting at his butt, though all the layers of clothes really diluted the effect, but it none the less got his attention, his heading popping back out of the engine. "What?"

"It seems you've got a visitor." he grinned, his hands on his hips, while his chin tilted upward ever so slightly.

Dean perked up, "Was he wearing a trench coat?"

"His name's Castiel, if that helps." Benny answered, not commenting on why he'd choose to identify the man with an article of clothing rather than a name.

"Yea, yea, send him in." Dean muttered, peeking around Benny to see if he could see Castiel himself through the door that separated the work area with the front desk and office area. But the door was closed, so there was nothing to be seen. He then looked back to Benny, his brows raised, as if asking why he was still there and not getting Castiel.

Benny squinted his already thin eyes at Dean, making it seems like his eyes were almost closed, "You know it's dangerous for people to be back here."

"Benny, you bring girls back here all the time when all you want to do is show off." he growled at the older man, annoyed they were still discussing this.

Benny's brows rose, surprised he made a connection between him meeting Castiel in the garage and Benny meeting girls in the garage. By Benny's knowledge, Castiel was dropping by with lunch. In that case, Dean could've made the connection between meeting Castiel in the garage and Benny allowing the pizza guy to come in the back. But, once again, he didn't comment on it. He just smiled that low country smile and slipped his hands in his pockets, going to retrieve Castiel.

Dean huffed, but went back to fiddling in the engine. But in a split second decision, Dean came back out and tore his shirt off over his head, laying it over the front of the car, half dangling over the grill, the other half in the engine.

As soon as he got back in the guts of the car, he heard the separating door open, and he smirked.

Castiel followed the gentleman who'd greeted him to the garage, both excited to be surprising Dean, and getting the chance to see a mechanic shop up close and personal. He's always only allowed to see through the glass window that shows off the mechanics working away in the waiting room, so it was a first for him. It interested him to see the sheer amount of tools one needed to work on a car, and it interested him even more to know that there were people who knew how to use every single tool and knew how to fix the problems on such a complex, by Castiel's standards, piece of machinery. So he was very excited to see mechanics working and fixing problems which would have eluded him hopelessly.

What he wasn't expecting to see, though, was a shirtless Dean, just emerging from an engine, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He glanced over and when he noticed Castiel his eyes went wide as a broad smile spread across his lips.

"Hey, Cas!" Dean laughed, half jogging over to him, "What're you doin' here?" he asked, putting his hands to his hips as he softly panted.

Castiel felt the full force of a very bad blush burning his cheeks. It was already too late to try and hide it, and even if he did have time, he was unable to move. He was so surprised and caught off guard by Dean's dripping appearance(Dripping in more ways than one), he stuttered for a moment, his little paper bag held close to his chest.

"I-I… You said something th-the other night about lunch, so..." he held the bag out for him to inspect, but before Dean's rising hand to grab it, Castiel pulled it back, "I mean, it's-it's lunch for both of us, I made it for both of us." he corrected, clearly fumbling miserably.

Dean's smirk was felt on Benny's face, who watched their interaction with a gobsmacked expression, a faint smile on his own lips. "I'll uh, let ya'll get to it, then." he nodded to the both of them before going back to the front desk, feeling as if he were a third wheel in that situation. This was definitely one to talk with Bobby about.

Dean chuckled, waving Benny off before looking back to Castiel, "So you brought me lunch today? That's awesome." he remarked. Castiel was made even more embarrassed by the fact that Dean was able to stay so calm and collected, even though he was sure Dean probably wanted to laugh at him right now, Castiel making it seem like he'd never seen a man shirtless before.

He jogged back over to the car he'd been working on and grabbed what seemed to be his shirt, though as he came back he used it to wipe down his face and down his chest. Castiel made sure to avert his eyes when he realized he was going to wipe down his abs as well, and that he'd been watching that display the whole time.

"Um, so are you able to take lunch right now, because I can wait, or I can leave-" "No, I can take lunch now. You actually have great timing, I was about to go grab another damn burger from the place across the road." he chuckled, laying an arm over Castiel's shoulders as he guided him to the break room.

Castiel took notice of the way his hand grasped at his shoulder, steering him around, back towards another door, though it had a sign made to look vintage in the shape of a diner style arrow pointing down, reading the words Good Eats vertically hanging on it. He didn't take his arm back until they stepped through the door, and even still, Dean had a hand on his back, pushing him to a chair at the table they had set up. Castiel took a seat, setting the bag on the table, looking over his surroundings. It was a lot cleaner than he initially expected. So instead of waiting for Dean to inevitably bring up how much of a dork he looked like earlier, he commented on it.

"Ya'know, it's a lot cleaner in here than I imagined." Though after it left his lips, he realized how that could be taken as offensive, and he instantly regretted it.

But before he could stumble through an apology, Dean chuckled, "Yea, Rufus and Bobby have made it pretty clear that there's no way they're cleaning up after any of us, so we keep it pretty clean back here." he mumbled while staring at the drink machine, "What do you want?" Dean asked, looking back to Castiel expectantly.

Castiel's brows rose, "Oh, I can get-" "No, no," Dean stopped him, waving a hand at him dismissively, "You brought me lunch, the least I can do is get your drink." he insisted, then made a gesture at the machine, "Which one."

Castiel smiled, first pointing, then spoke, "I'll just have a water." he told him, knowing it was less of a burden, being the cheapest option.

First Dean slipped in a bill and quarter for Castiel's water then got himself a soda. As he came over and sat, in the chair right beside Castiel, he slid his water over in front of him, "Do you drink water for health reasons, or do you drink soda on special occasions?" he asked, a smirk on his face.

For a moment, Castiel couldn't tell if he was joking, or asking seriously, so he answered anyway, "I drink soda often, but today feels like a water day." he shrugged, "So I guess I drink water to stay healthy. I mean, I'd drink it even if it wasn't healthy, I like drinking water every now and then." he frowned, realizing what he'd said, "I mean, if it weren't healthy, I guess I wouldn't drink it as much… But then-"

"So at the bar..." Dean interjected, stopping the loop of awkwardness Castiel had caught himself in, "You drank a soda because it was a soda day?" he asked, grabbing at the paper bag without need of gesture.

Castiel laughed a bit nervously, not sure what Dean was getting at with all these beverage questions, but finding himself smiling ridiculously regardless. "I guess it was a soda day. I didn't feel like drinking."

Dean huffed a laugh, "Good thing you weren't drinking something expensive, or else you would've wasted it when you spit your drink every where." he grinned mischievously, his eyes drawn low as he seemed to be watching Castiel rather closely.

Shit.

Castiel's eyes went wide. He hadn't realized Dean had seen that that night. "Oh my God, please don't bring that up." he looked away, feeling embarrassed about it all over again, staring at their sink cabinets.

Dean chuckled, bumping his shoulder with Castiel's, "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad. You choked on some soda, big deal." It seemed to Castiel that Dean was now trying to do damage control, "I choke on my own tongue when I eat if i'm not careful."

That made Castiel laugh, shaking his head, and finally bringing his attention back to the table. "I don't know, Dean. That sounds a little worse than what I did."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Whatever." he mumbled, then pulled open the paper bag, revealing smaller, plastic bags filled with the wraps and some small containers filled with a dressing. "So what have you whipped us up?" Dean asked, holding up a bag, opening it and inspecting the wrap inside.

Castiel cleared his throat, grinning, knowing that he was about to take credit for his brother's work, "I've made a grilled chicken wrap, with romaine lettuce, parmesan, and croutons."

Dean opened the small cup and smelled it, "And Cesar dressing." he commented, "So its a Cesar salad wrap...?" he spoke, more as a statement than a question.

Castiel's eyes went wide for a moment, "Yea, that's what- yea." he nodded, smiling to hide his awkwardness. He'd forgotten that's what Lucifer had called them, and opted to simply describe it to Dean when the time came.

Dean chuckled, "Awesome. I know I couldn't pull something like this off." he muttered offhandedly.

Castiel waved a hand dismissively, "They weren't that hard to make. You just need all the ingredients and know how to fold a wrap properly." Which he didn't, "The rest is easy."

Dean grinned, "You might have to show me some day." he glanced at Castiel before taking a bite out of his wrap. He chewed for a moment before dipping the bitten end into the Cesar dressing and taking another bite which was considerably smaller. He then nodded his head while he chewed, and once he swallowed he spoke, "Oh yea, that's great." he complimented, "And you didn't put croutons in there that were too big..." he swallowed again, "So its easy to bite through them without any hassle, or getting those giant Texas toast crouton crumbs every where." he smiled.

Castiel beamed, smiling wide. Though Lucifer may have given him the list and put the wraps together, it was Castiel's smart thinking that led to the selection of the smaller croutons, having Dean's exact thoughts in mind. "Thank you." he mumbled, then took up his own wrap and started eating. He'd just taken a bite from his wrap when he sighed and caved, swallowing before he spoke, "Well, I did receive a little help from Lucifer." he shrugged.

Dean grinned through a bite of food, then patted Castiel on the back with his unoccupied hand, reassuring Castiel that it was alright without using words.

Castiel gave a small smile at that then went back to eating. But in a very uncharacteristic way, he spoke with his mouthful, saying, "Oh, and I watched American Psycho last night."

Dean swallowed a bite, smiling, "And what did you think?"

Castiel set down his wrap in favor of making hand gestures as he spoke, "I'm still confused, did he do all that, or not?"

Dean chuckled, "That's the point, did he? Or was it all in his head?" he countered.

Castiel sighed, shaking his head, "I don't know. I feel like all the movies your giving me are just meant to confuse me." he looked to Dean, accusingly.

Dean laughed, covering his mouth, "I swear that's not true."

"Uh-huh." Castiel mumbled before taking another bite from his wrap. When he was halfway done with it, he set it back down, "By the way, I have a theory about Fight Club."

Dean's brows rose, "Yea? What's that..."

"See… This movie is filled to the brim with macho guy stuff, and its so blatantly catering to the stereotypical male that its laughable. A secret society revolving around bare knuckle brawls in some basement while they plot to take down establishments. This sounds like something a middle schooler came up with after being pushed around by the older kids. So, I started researching the writer of the novel, Chuck Palahniuk, and I found out he wrote Fight Club in retaliation of his first finished writing being rejected for being too disturbing." he smiled, leaning back in his seat. "It's called Invisible Monsters, and it follows the lives of three people who have intentionally disfigured themselves." He shakes his head, "There's a lot more to this story, which I can't fully go into detail with, but I can see so much of that story in Fight Club. Though I coudn't see how Fight Club is meant to be worse, but then I realized what Palahniuk did." he pointed a finger to the sky, "He wrote something so ridiculously masculine and stereotypical that the true effects can only be observed by someone else, from a third person's perspective, or anyone in one the joke." he then looked to Dean and seemed to be un-phased by his totally lost expression.

"I can watch someone whose into this stuff enjoy it and laugh because its meant to be a slap in their face and of publishers and movie producers." he laughed, "So really, he was insulting the masculine driven media without any of them detecting it." he shook his head as he looked to Dean.

Dean only glanced between Castiel and other random things in the room, like he were grasping at straws trying to figure out what Castiel had just told him, "Uhhh…"

It was only until then that Castiel realized Dean hadn't been able to keep up, "Oh, I'm sorry, was I talking too fast?" he apologized, sitting in his seat properly as he looked to Dean sympathetically.

"I'm not entirely sure of half the things you said, but I'm certain I should be feeling insulted right now." he commented, rubbing a hand through his hair, frowning.

Castiel gave a laugh, "Don't be. You wouldn't have known unless you dug for the true meaning like I did." He shrugged, "I just felt like there was something up with this movie."

Dean finally seemed to unthaw from his state of confusion, laughing a bit as he shook his head, "I didn't realize you would be getting that deep with it."

"Well you asked for my thoughts, and they can get pretty deep." Castiel mumbled as he dipped the rest of his wrap in some dressing to finish off. "Let me know if they ever get too deep for you." he glanced over at Dean, hoping he knew he was only teasing.

Dean sent a halfhearted glare his way, though it was off set by his smile, "I think I might need to talk about cars for the rest of lunch just to get you back for saying that."

Castiel laughed around the rest of the wrap, nearly choking.

"Hey!" Dean started patting his back, "Don't pull that stunt you did at the bar, now." he warned.

Castiel only got red in the face, forcing himself to swallow and swatted his hand away, "Shut up!"

Dean chuckled, going back to his lunch.