Lucifer, luckily, was feeling a Hell of a lot better when he woke up. No dizziness, no pain, but he felt uncomfortable and he couldn't quite place why. He shifted slightly, but immediately froze again when he remembered that Chloe was still leaning into him, fast asleep. The Devil took a deep breath and forced himself to relax again, blinking his eyes open and looking down. And he had to do a double take, stunned.

A fluffy, white wing was wrapped around Chloe as she slept, the other curled around both of them like a blanket. He pulled them both away immediately - The only problem with that, ultimately, was that when Chloe felt the "blanket" moving, she shifted slightly and grabbed onto it lightly with one hand to tug it back around her.

"A- Ah-" Lucifer hissed, flinching. And not because it hurt - No, it actually didn't hurt, but it tickled. He took a moment to recover, breathing a little unsteadily now and clearing his throat as he pulled away again, this time more firmly. "Sorry, Detective…" He exhaled slowly, folding the wings back out of sight and reaching one hand behind them to ensure they were gone again. Chloe huffed in her sleep, but she didn't wake up.

"Luci?" Amenadiel grunted from beside him, catching Lucifer's attention. The Devil sighed, rolling his head to the side and looking up at his oldest brother, who pushed himself to sit up completely, rubbing his head.

"Hello, brother," Lucifer sighed, not really feeling up to forcing his usual grin at the moment.

"You okay?" Amenadiel raised an eyebrow at him and pushed himself up completely, moving the pillows out from behind him to sit back a little more comfortably. Lucifer hummed, reaching out to take one from him and turning away, putting it on Chloe's other side before steadily beginning to shift the detective to lean against the pillow rather than him.

"Well, I was fine until my bloody wings grew back," he muttered, annoyance edging his tone as he managed to settle Chloe down and lean away, letting out a slow sigh of relief as the pressure on his shoulder was relieved.

"Oh," Amenadiel sighed, watching him. "... Are you going to cut them off again?"

Lucifer frowned and stood up, gesturing for Amenadiel to do the same, which his oldest brother did so reluctantly. "Well, don't see the point in it now… And cutting them off would leave behind more scars for Michael to use against me," he grumbled, gently bringing Chloe's legs up onto the couch so she could lay down more comfortably.

"Right."

"And they just keep coming back anyway," Lucifer huffed, pulling the blanket over Chloe and rubbing her shoulder gently before turning and heading to the kitchen. Amenadiel, once more, followed after him.

"Mhm…" Amenadiel's response trailed off with a yawn. Lucifer snorted, glancing back at his brother before turning to the coffee maker, pulling the empty pot out and shoving it at him.

"You make the coffee, try not to set the place on fire, would you?" The Devil asked sweetly before turning away, pulling open one of the cabinets and pulling out a few pans, glancing from one to the other before setting one on one of the burners on the stove and putting the others back, closing the cabinet. He turned the stove on, then headed over to the fridge and pulled out a pack of bacon.

"... What are you doing?" Amenadiel sighed, still standing exactly where he had been and staring at his brother in exasperated confusion.

"Making breakfast," Lucifer replied innocently, turning and tilting his head at him. Amenadiel opened his mouth, ready to respond, but after a moment he seemed to decide it was a lost cause because he just turned and grabbed a bottle of water, pouring it into the coffee maker wordlessly. Lucifer chuckled, turning away once more and setting to work cooking.

"So on a scale of one to ten, how jealous are you that I'm going to Heaven and you're not?" He asked casually, taking a strip of bacon out of the pack and studying it. After a moment, he put it in his mouth instead and grabbed another one to put on the pan. Amenadiel gave him a look, and Lucifer shrugged, swallowing before speaking. "Honest question, brother. But, believe me, I'd rather it be you than me. Dad's probably just sending me up to punish me, anyhow."

Amenadiel frowned at that, shaking his head at his younger brother. "Or maybe not, Luci. You never know. Maybe he's ready to forgive you."

"Forgive me for what?" Lucifer stopped what he was doing to turn his full attention to his brother, giving him a disbelieving look. "First the man casts me out for a few harmless shenanigans-"

"You started a rebellion."

"Well-" Lucifer frowned, and huffed. "Point is, there was a better way to deal with me than He did and I believe it's an apology I'm owed, not forgiveness." He looked away, down at the bacon, before clearing his throat and continuing what he was doing. "Starting a rebellion was hardly worth being kicked out of the house. I mean, there are kids here who do much worse and the worst there parents do is send them to rehab or a military school but even then, in the end once they're not as… Horrible, they get them-" He stopped, and looked up. "... Back."

Amenadiel paused as well, turning his gaze to Lucifer silently.

"Oh," Lucifer mumbled, voice raising slightly in disbelief as he turned his gaze to his brother. "Oh."

Amenadiel sighed, eyebrows pinching together as he stared at him. "Are you okay?"

"I…" Lucifer narrowed his eyes, considering that for a moment before turning away and peeling another strip of bacon from the pack, putting it in the pan. "I'm not sure, brother."

"Mm… Okay, I don't think I'm doing this right."

Lucifer glanced over, and did a double take, opening and closing his mouth when he saw what Amenadiel had done. His brother had literally just filled the coffee pot with water, dumped some of the coffee grounds into it, and was now attempting to stir it with a spoon. "It's not…" The Devil trailed off, clearing his throat. "Amenadiel, it's not chocolate milk, that's not how you…"

"Well, I'm not as used to this as you are," Amenadiel retorted, setting the coffee pot down and narrowing his eyes. Lucifer just sighed, setting the pack of bacon down and walking over to dump the pot out in the sink, rinsing it thoroughly before filling it up once more.

"I can tell, brother. Don't-" The Devil warned when his brother reached for the bacon, amusement sparkling through his eyes. "I'd rather you not burn the food, thank you. Just go to a corner and don't touch anything."

Amenadiel rolled his eyes, but he shoved his hands into his pockets and stepped back. "And here I was thinking I'd miss you when Michael took you to Heaven. I don't think so anymore."

"Oh, wow, that hurts," Lucifer laughed, putting the pot back in the coffee maker and grabbing the bag of coffee grounds, staring at it for a while before picking up one of the paper filters beside the coffee maker, pouring some of the grounds into it and putting it neatly in its place in the coffee maker before shutting the lid and turning it on. "Five minutes, turn it off and take the filter out, can you handle that?"

"Yes, Luci," Amenadiel snorted, rolling his eyes. Lucifer chuckled and headed back over to the stove to continue cooking the bacon. "... I never, ever thought that you, of all people…"

"Yes, I know. Cooking. It's odd, me behaving like a mortal…" Lucifer cut him off, shaking his head. Amenadiel hummed in agreement, leaning back and watching him curiously. "Speaking of, how are you handling being human recently, brother? Coming to enjoy it yet?"

"Not quite, Luci, I still want my powers back," Amenadiel sighed, fixing him with a stern look before glancing away. "But I am… Questioning whether or not Father really is testing me at this point, or whether something different is happening here. Either way… I'll manage."

"Mm, that's good," Lucifer sighed, putting the last strip of bacon in the pan. "It's not entirely a bad thing, you know. The mortals fare well without powers and wings… And slowing time isn't exactly a necessity."

"It's more than that, brother. Dealing with mortality - I've always been an angel."

"Things change."

Amenadiel opened his mouth to argue, but eventually decided against it and instead just shook his head with a sigh. "Right," he mumbled. Lucifer hummed, staring at the sizzling bacon curiously. "So, you think Michael got drunk?"

"I'm counting on it," Lucifer admitted with a chuckle. "I cannot handle another day as his partner - He's insufferable and rude and insensitive and being a horrible partner is my job," he complained. Amenadiel actually chuckled a little bit at that, leaning back against the counter and shrugging.

"You really want to spend your last month on Earth working?" He asked curiously after a moment, amused. "I'd expect you to be partying and…"

"Having as much sex as possible?" Lucifer guessed, smirking a bit now. "Plenty of time for that, brother. I'd like to punish as many people as I can before I have to go back."

"And spend a little more time with Chloe."

"Perhaps," Lucifer allowed, giving a small sigh and narrowing his eyes at the stove. "Anyway, as I was saying, hopefully I'll be free of the dick today…" He stopped, trailing off, and groaned. "Oh, bloody Hell," he breathed, rubbing a hand down his face and shaking his head.

"What?" Amenadiel questioned, looking a little confused now.

"Pierce," Lucifer huffed. "His little vacation ends today. One dick leaves and another returns, seems appropriate," he grumbled, shaking his head and turning away with a sigh. And he turned just in time to see Chloe walking in, rubbing her eyes and giving both of them a tired, confused look. "Oh, good morning, Detective."

"Uh-" Amenadiel blinked, straightening up. "Good morning."

"Morning…" Chloe mumbled, glancing between them, then looking at the stove, eyebrows raising faintly. "What are you…"

"Cooking breakfast," Lucifer responded simply, offering her his usual smile. "Now, why don't you go get dressed - Oh, speaking of, any chance you could drive us back to the penthouse? I'll need a change of clothes before we go back to the precinct."

"Right..." Chloe paused, looking over at Amenadiel. "Do you want to stay here?"

"Oh, no, that's okay, Chloe," Amenadiel replied quickly, blinking. "You don't have to..."

Chloe blinked, tilting her head. "I don't mind if you stay here. I was planning on forcing you and Lucifer to spend the night again until I was sure the Dick not going to try anything else."

Lucifer grinned ever so slightly at that, and gave Amenadiel a look. His older brother side, but he gave in. "Well, then, uh... Sure, Chloe. Thank you."

"'Course," Chloe responded simply, smiling faintly now.

"Do you have to pick up your offspring or is she being delivered here?" Lucifer asked, turning back to eye the bacon. "I've made enough for her, as well."

"Dan's picking her up, he's taking a day off to take her to the zoo," Chloe replied, backing out of the room and heading back down the hall. Lucifer gave a small hum of acknowledgement, watching her go with a smile.

"... It's been five minutes." Amenadiel walked forward and turned the coffee maker off, pulling the pot out and opening the lid to take the filter out. Lucifer just hummed again, still staring after Chloe, before clearing his throat and turning away.

"I think today's going to be a good day, brother."