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When Sam pulled into the parking lot of the bar, it was just after 1:15. He wrapped Lucifer's arm around his shoulders and half-carried the man into the back room. He walked back out into the dining area, pouring himself a beer and sitting down. "Does this mean we're all sleeping here again?"

Charlie grinned. "Sleepover!"

"Yeah, we can share Creepypasta stories and braid Sam's hair." Dean snarked.

Sam gave Dean a bitchface. "Dude. My hair's not that long."

"Dude... the only thing longer than your hair is the list of your girlfriends." Dean said from the counter where he was working on a menu. As he realized what he said, he could see Sam heading to the back, "Shit, Sammy. I'm sorry. That was a low blow."

"It's OK, Dean. It's been a long day. I think I'm gonna go sleep some before the food guy gets here."

"Don't remind me. I still have a whole dinner to plan."

"Have fun, Dean." Sam said as he walked into the back room. He planned to sleep on the air mattress again, because he was too tall for the beds, but he'd put Lucifer there. After a quick mental argument, he decided that he didn't mind if Lucifer snuggled with him and laid down next to the other man.

When they woke up the next morning, the bar was in full on rush. Dean and Benny were running around the kitchen preparing food and Jo and Charlie were setting up the dining room. Sam grabbed a pot of coffee and a couple cups and the two picked a corner booth out of the way to drink their coffee and talk. They spent what was left of the morning and most of the afternoon talking over anything and everything. They talked about Jess and them and everything that was weighing on their minds.

Around four, they were interrupted by the sound of an engine followed by a low whistle from Dean. Looking out the window, Charlie saw a large black car pull in. It rode low to the ground and the body was all the way to the ground in places. It had the feel of the Batmobile but way more expensive.

Dean started talking to Benny about it. "Dude.. that's a Bugatti. Hanley drives a fuckin' Bugatti. I didn't know these even made it past concept designs."

"They didn't." Came a voice from the door. The man had to be Julian Hanley, Charlie guessed. He was an older man, about as tall as Dean, and had the build of a fencepost. Charlie couldn't believe the man was a food critic.

"Then how did you get one, sir?"

"I have connections."

"Alright. So what do you say we get this started?" Dean asked, trying not to act nervous.

"Sounds delightful." The man sat down at the table laid out and Jo brought him a glass of wine.

"To start with sir, we have an excellent tomato soup with some bite size cheese crostinis. Next we have a gourmet burger with house fries and as dessert, we have homemade apple pie. Enjoy."

The meal went off without a hitch, or at least that's what Charlie thought from her spot with Sam and Lucifer. After the critic left, Dean got a glass of whiskey and joined them, bringing over the bottle. He pulled over a chair, placing it backwards at the table, and swung a leg over.

"Thank god that's over."

"It didn't look like it went that bad." Lucifer said.

"It didn't. I just stress way too much over these things."

"So when do we find out how we did?" Benny asked pouring himself a glass of the whiskey.

"Sometime next week, when he publishes his review."

"You mean you don't find out before then."

"Nope." Dean swished his glass. "So how goes the Black Dog love saga?"

So I borrowed Death for the critic. I used the actor's first name and the last name is from another of his roles... I thought he was a lot like the critic from Ratatouille and went with it. He was driving a Mobster Bugatti Atlantique, which is a seriously badass car.