"So Mazikeen's bounty hunting… Where?"

"Vegas," Chloe responded, keeping her gaze fixed on the road. Lucifer hummed in acknowledgement, letting out a small chuckle despite himself and looking out the window. Well, that was good, at least.

"Well, good, then. Hell's best torturer and Heaven's best torturer should stay as far apart as possible." Michael and Maze had never met, and the Devil would prefer it to stay that way. Because as he'd said, Maze was Hell's best torturer and Michael was Heaven's. And Lucifer didn't even want to imagine what they could do to someone together.

"Luci."

"Yes, brother?" Lucifer asked innocently, letting his head fall back against the headrest and smirking a little to himself. The moment Amenadiel had had to get in the backseat, he'd been in a pretty sour mood. After his "I'm older than you"'s failed to get Lucifer to relent, he'd given in and climbed in the back.

He was caught pretty off guard when Amenadiel kicked the back of his seat. You'd expect the action to hurt, considering he was bruised and cut all over and his back hurt anyhow, but it actually, truly didn't. "Are you trying to give me a massage?" He asked curiously, turning his head to glance back at his brother.

Amenadiel glared at him, then glanced at Chloe, almost pointedly. Lucifer blinked, following his gaze, and made a small "o" shape with his mouth as he slumped back in the seat, shrugging and rubbing at his arm absently.

"Right…" Was all Chloe said, letting out a soft sigh and shaking her head. Amenadiel turned his glare back to Lucifer, who shrugged and just turned to look out his window again, humming.

"Amenadiel," the Devil said suddenly, his tone changing slightly, raising slightly in pitch curiously. Amenadiel sighed.

"Yes, Luci?"

"Miss Lopez took our dear brother Michael to a bar."

Amenadiel coughed, letting out a few bewildered laughs as he leaned forward a little. Lucifer smirked, turning his head to glance back at him. "Michael's going to a bar?" He asked slowly. "Willingly?"

"Indeed," Lucifer responded almost gleefully, the smirk on his face widening. "I'm going to take a guess and say Michael will have one Hell of a hangover by tomorrow, wouldn't he? I'm betting he's a lightweight, as well."

"It should certainly be interesting," Amenadiel replied, amused as he sat back again. "He's never drank a day in his life."

"Oh, the headache he'll get…" Lucifer sighed, almost wistfully as he looked back out the window. "What I wouldn't give to see how much he'll suffer."

"It does seem like a proper punishment," Amenadiel agreed, glancing out the windshield. Lucifer laughed and looked down, once more rubbing his arm before casting Chloe a glance. She had the smallest of smiles on her face now, obviously amused at the brothers' conversation, but she didn't say a word. Lucifer fell silent then, smiling a little now as he glanced out the window and sank back with a sigh.

And Amenadiel was silent for a while, too, until; "I bet he'll be missing work tomorrow too."

Lucifer hadn't thought of that. His expression lit up, like a kid's on Christmas morning, as he turned his head to glance back at his oldest brother. "Oh, I hope so," he breathed, eyes sparkling now as he glanced ahead. "Just a bit of freedom for one day without him constantly on my back."

"Maybe you should have Miss Lopez distract him with alcohol every night," Amenadiel suggested, seeming amused now. "That should keep him out of the way."

Lucifer chuckled, letting his head fall back and allowing his eyes to slip shut. "That would be wonderful," he mused. "Maybe he'll be so sick from the hangover it'll scare him back to H- home," he corrected himself quickly when Amenadiel kicked the back of his seat, rolling his eyes toward the window.

"Mhm," Amenadiel hummed and nodded, and Lucifer cleared his throat, staring out. It was almost dark out; The Devil tilted his head and looked up, blinking as he let his gaze trail across the sky. It was turning orange, though the clouds were tinted in purple.

"Guys. Look," he whispered, tilting his head. Amenadiel leaned forward to peer at the sky through the windshield, letting out a small hum. Chloe glanced up, taking her eyes off the road for a second and smiling faintly.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Lucifer murmured, keeping his gaze fixed on the sky even after Chloe turned back to the road, and Amenadiel sat back. "LA certainly is beautiful."

Lucifer was half asleep by the time they got to Chloe's house, but he was forcing himself to stay conscious for fear of how horrible he'd feel when he woke up again. After all, considering the dizziness and nausea and vision loss… Yeah, he didn't want to sleep. The Devil grimaced, blinking as the car pulled to a stop.

"'Tective," he mumbled, shaking his head and pushing himself up a little as Chloe turned the car off and nodded to him. He looked up through the windshield for a second, then sighed and sank back again.

"We're here," Chloe told him, sounding faintly amused. "Get inside so you can sleep on the couch."

"I don't want to sleep," Lucifer protested, pausing and glancing back at Amenadiel... Who had fallen asleep, and was now snoring, albeit quietly. The Devil snorted, staring at his oldest brother quietly for a moment before turning his gaze away and pushing the door open, pulling himself out of the car with a grunt. No, he wasn't sleeping. But he also wasn't carrying his brother inside, so he had to wake Amenadiel up...

When Chloe started to open the door to wake him up, Lucifer put a hand up to stop her and blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. Then, turning, he shut his door and opened Amenadiel's, reaching in and simply plucking his oldest brother's forehead.

Amenadiel jerked awake immediately, grabbing his wrist and yanking him forward out of instinct - His hand was over Lucifer's throat before the Devil could react, but he was released when Amenadiel realized what had just happened. "Oh."

"Mm," Lucifer snorted, rolling his eyes with a sigh. "Good morning… Night? To you, too, big brother."

Amenadiel just huffed and pushed him away, and Lucifer stepped back to let him out. His oldest brother stretched as Lucifer leaned around him to shut the door, rubbing his neck slightly with a frown. Amenadiel eyed him quietly for a moment, letting out a soft sigh as he reached out. Lucifer flinched despite himself, but it was more out of surprise than anything as Amenadiel lifted his chin up and tugged his shirt collar down, exposing the bruising and scars around his neck. "Dammit," his oldest brother huffed and glanced away - Chloe had already headed inside, so he turned back to his brother. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, that was entirely Michael, I assure you," Lucifer grunted, pulling away and adjusting his shirt collar again to cover his neck.

"I'm sorry, Luci," Amenadiel muttered, mouth twisting slightly into a grimace as he looked down at his younger brother. "I should have tried to stop him, I-"

"Oh, shut up," Lucifer groaned. "Nobody can control Michael but Dad, and Dad…" He trailed off, looking away for a second. "Well, Dad doesn't care. Now," he cleared his throat and turned away. "You're obviously tired, now, so let's get you settled."

Amenadiel laughed a little from behind him, and Lucifer paused to glance back at him, eyebrows raising faintly. "What?"

"Just wondering when you got so selfless," Amenadiel remarked. "Or, rather, when you started showing it." With that, he brushed past his brother, lightly clapping him on the shoulder as he passed. Lucifer tilted his head and followed after him with a sigh, shoving his hands into his pockets. He braced himself to be attacked with a hug as soon as he entered, and he was both disappointed and confused when it didn't happen.

"Chloe, where's your offspring?" The Devil called, his gaze flickering around as he headed for the living room area and fell back onto the couch beside Amenadiel, who had settled down carefully and ensured he'd only taken up one cushion, Lucifer noted. The Devil relaxed, letting his head fall back with a sigh and closing his eyes.

"She had a sleepover of her own," Chloe called back. Lucifer hummed in acknowledgement, eyes snapping open when Amenadiel suddenly grabbed his arm, tugging his suit jacket off of him. He offered his oldest brother a confused glance, but he didn't do much to struggle. Amenadiel steadily unwrapped the bandages around his arm, revealing the bruised cuts from his elbow to his wrist.

"I'm fine," Lucifer sighed, annoyance flickering through his eyes as he fixed his brother with a pointed stare.

"Just making sure," Amenadiel huffed, starting to wrap his arm back up. "Michael used the dagger, didn't he? Takes a while to heal from that. That and the sword, both of which hurt like Hell and take far too long to heal if it wounds you. I'm honestly surprised you're able to move it, it has to hurt."

Lucifer shrugged, resting his head back and watching through narrowed eyes. "I've got a higher pain tolerance than you'd expect, brother, I can handle a l- l- Dammit," he snarled, squeezing his eyes shut when, just to prove his point, gave his arm a squeeze. And he barely applied any pressure, yet it still hurt. "You dick."

"My apologies." Amenadiel rolled his eyes and dropped his arm, handing his suit jacket back. Lucifer stared at it, silent for a moment before just dropping it in his lap, rubbing his neck and shifting back to lean into the couch. "I'm just saying, Luci, let it heal, okay?"

"Sir, yes, sir," Lucifer hummed sarcastically, rolling his head to the side to smile dryly at his oldest brother. "Believe me, brother, I'm probably the last person who wants this to keep hurting." He moved his bandaged arm slightly, sighing. "But I'll be alright. You're being very overprotective," he commented idly, turning his gaze to the ceiling. "Like you used to be. Before."

"Well, Michael's here. You need the protection." Amenadiel frowned, and went silent for a moment. "And I wish I could offer it. But without my powers..." He lowered his voice, trailing off.

"I'm surprised you're not more taken to the idea of me going home, considering it's all Father's plan."

"It's not the place for you, Luci."

Lucifer glanced at him, gaze lingering for a moment. "Because I'm the Devil?"

Amenadiel sighed, meeting his gaze. "Because I don't want you around Michael any more than you want to be around Michael, much less up there in Heaven where…"

"Where you're not," Lucifer finished for him, eyebrows raising faintly. Amenadiel nodded and sighed, glancing away, and Lucifer frowned, settling back into the couch. "Amenadiel, you don't have to protect me."

"Of course I do. I always have," Amenadiel grumbled. "This shouldn't change now, and he has no right t-" He cut off, looking up, and Lucifer turned his head just in time to see Chloe entering the room, holding two rather large looking blankets and a few pillows, all of which she simply dumped on Amenadiel's lap.

"So, one of you can take the floor and the other can take the couch, you can have a wrestling match over that just be careful not to break anything," the Detective started, raising her eyebrows at Lucifer specifically as she spoke, and the Devil gave her the most offended look he could muster, trading glances with Amenadiel as Chloe continued. "Feel free to watch TV, are either of you hungry?"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and looked toward Amenadiel. "I could eat."

Amenadiel gave him a pointed stare. "We don't want to ask for any more than we already have," he hinted.

"But she's offering," Lucifer protested. Chloe snorted, causing the brothers' attention to immediately focus on her again as she turned and headed for the kitchen.

"Spaghetti it is."

"Wonderful." Lucifer smiled slightly, rubbing his hand over his face and looking over at his oldest brother, who rolled his eyes at the Devil, shaking his head disapprovingly. "What? She did offer. Plus, you're mortal now. If you don't eat, you'll starve to death," he added, lowering his voice to a dramatic whisper.

Amenadiel considered that for a moment, eyebrows raising as he looked up at the ceiling. "And what's your excuse, then?"

"Well-" Lucifer cut off, thinking. "I'm practically mortal around the Detective, I could probably starve to death around her." He paused, going silent for a moment and looking around. "Have I even eaten today…?"

"Oh, wow," Amenadiel sighed, but he had a concerned frown on his face now. "Are you taking care of yourself, Luci?"

"Well, I've been a bit busy with the case," Lucifer eventually decided, shaking his head. "And Michael. Not a big deal," he sighed, glancing toward the kitchen. "Not a big deal at all."