"You know, we can still hang out a little longer," Lucifer said and then suggestively pulled up his eyebrows. "At my place, for example."

Sam tried to cover up his flustered face by rolling his eyes. "I've got homework. And I know for a matter of fact that you do too. So," he leaned forward and pecked him on the lips with a grin, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Such a tease," the older boy complained while Sam opened the door and stepped out of the car.

"Thanks for the ride," he grinned, walking away from the car backwards.

"Bye, Sammy!" Lucifer yelled and Sam waved him goodbye as he drove away.

The Impala wasn't there yet, so Dean must've still been with Lisa, but Bobby's car was. Sam smiled to himself and entered the house, walking into the living room where the man he considered his second dad was watching TV in his chair, a beer in his hand as usual.

"Hi, Bobby," Sam greeted him, then put down his bag.

"Hey, Sam," Bobby answered, taking another pull from his beer. "Where's your brother?"

The Winchester shrugged. "He's with Lisa."

"Then how did you get here?"

Sam suddenly felt the need to defend himself. "I got a ride."

"From a friend?" If Bobby had noticed his voice hardening, he didn't show.

"Yes." After today that wasn't exactly true anymore, but he had a feeling Bobby wouldn't be very excited at him dating Lucifer. Besides, maybe he should come out in general first anyway.

"Talking about friends, how's Kevin doing?" Bobby changed the subject. "Haven't seen him in a while."

There was a sudden pinch of guilt in his stomach. God, he really should text Kevin later. "He's uhm... he's good," he quickly said. "Busy with school of course, we all are, you know..."

Bobby gave him a look and Sam had the feeling he could see right through him. "Good. I like him. He's a nice kid, been your friend since day one."

Sam felt like he just shrank a couple of inches. "Yeah, I know." To add some credibility to it, he said, "I'm going at his place this week to game a bit." Not a total lie since Kevin had invited him last week, Sam just still had to ask him what day. He reminded himself to do that later too.

"Good," Bobby repeated and then turned his attention back to the screen.

Sam glanced at the TV to see what was on, but it wasn't really his thing so he took a book out of his bag and went to sit on the couch to read a little. He had some trouble focusing though, his mind wondering off to... well, everything. Lucifer, Kevin, Dean, Bobby, his dad... Mostly Lucifer. He smiled to himself at the thought of his boyfriend. Boyfriend. That's never gonna get old.

After half an hour the front door opened and Dean came in. And he didn't exactly look very happy.

"What happened to you?" Bobby grumbled.

"Nothing," Dean answered in the same manner. "I'm going to my room. Call me when dinner's ready." And without another word he went up the stairs.

Sam just watched him leave in surprise. Then closed his book and got up. "Guess that means I'm cooking then," he mumbled while walking into the kitchen.

~~~

Dean dropped down on his bed with a loud sigh. At least the worst part was over. Okay, maybe second worst part. The idea of talking to Michael alone was enough to make him groan with desperation.

He got out his phone and decided to give Cas a call. Just to keep him up-to-date, that's all.

He didn't have to wait very long before Cas answered the phone. "Hello, Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes, even though he perfectly knew the boy couldn't see him. Every single time, I swear... "Hey, Cas. What's up?"

"I don't know, you called me." Dean could easily imagine the confusion on his face.

"Uh yeah, I know," he answered. "Just making conversation."

"Oh. Okay."

Apparently Cas didn't care to elaborate on the subject, so Dean decided to continue. "So anyways, I wanted to tell you Lisa and I are officially on a break."

"That's a good thing, right?"

"Yeah. At least I think so. For now."

"Good." There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. "Do you feel better now?"

Dean let out a mocking laugh. "I just kinda dumped the girl I was supposed to marry, what do you think?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking."

"Well, it's not the best feeling in the world, Cas. But hey, it's progress, I guess."

"I'm sorry, Dean."

"Yeah, don't worry about it."

"Why were you supposed to marry her?" Castiel asked him.

He shrugged automatically. "Because she was fucking perfect? Nice, smart, beautiful... God, I loved her, Cas. I never expected to say this but I even thought she could be the one."

"But now you don't anymore?"

"I don't know," he sighed. "Could be. Everything's just... changed. I mean, do you have any idea how many girlfriends I've had?"

"No."

"Rhetorical question, Cas. A lot, okay? A hell of a lot. Man, I used to date half of the school." For a moment he looked back at all his previous girlfriends. Or at least the ones he could remember. "I mean, there was Cassie. Did I like her. Layla. Lydia. Bela. That one ended bloody though. Emily. Jo for a while, but we were just better as friends. Andrea. Carmen."

"My siblings call me Cassie sometimes."

"..."

"..."

"Anyway, and now all of that doesn't mean shit anymore, 'cause I can suddenly be gay?"

"Who says you're gay?"

Dean laughed at that. "Are you kidding me? You did. Basically from the moment we met."

"That's not true. I told you I didn't think you were straight."

"And there are a lot of things beside straight and gay, yeah I know," he mocked, remembering his other conversations with Castiel.

"But you do think you're gay?"

He sighed. "Can I just not label it? At least not for now?"

Dean imagined Cas smiling that soft smile of his. "Off course, Dean."

"But enough about me. How are you doing?"

"I'm good, thank you."

"Good." As much as he liked Cas, the guy wasn't the easiest one to have small talk with. He was just about to ask another question when he heard Bobby calling him. "Hey, I gotta go, but I'll see you at school, alright?"

"Okay. I should probably have dinner soon too."

"Okay. Bye, Cas," he said, subconsciously smiling.

"Bye, Dean."

Dean hung up the phone, got up and walked back down the stairs. Sam and Bobby were already seated at the kitchen table.

His brother gave him a surprised look. "That was fast."

Dean frowned at him. What was he talking about? He hadn't come down that fast, had he? "What do you mean?" he asked while sitting down.

"The mood change," Sam said.

"What mood change?"

Sam pulled up his eyebrows. "Oh you know, just the difference between the clearly annoyed Dean that walked in through the front door and this piece of sunshine. What happened?"

"What?" Dean said in a shocked voice. "I didn't... Nothing happened!" He angrily put some spaghetti on his plate.

"Whatever," Sam muttered, but Dean wasn't going to let it go yet.

"By the way, you're one to talk. What got you so cheery?"

Now it was Sam's time to frown. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, really?" Dean said. "That's not what I saw this morning in the hallway."

He was very satisfied with himself when Sam quickly opened his mouth to defend himself but nothing came out. "What did you see?" he carefully asked at last.

Dean shrugged and lent back casually. He was quite enjoying playing with his brother like this. "Enough."

Sam's face flushed red so quickly Dean actually got worried about what he'd just said. "What?" he instantly asked.

"Nothing!" his brother immediately answered.

"Like hell that was nothing!" Dean exclaimed. No way he would be dropping it now. "What was it?"

"It was nothing," Sam pressed, but Dean didn't believe shit about it.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure that's why you blushed like a teenage girl."

Sam suddenly gave him a mocking smile. "If you want to play it that way, then how do you know Castiel Shurley? And more importantly, why did you drag him out of biology yesterday?"

"He's my friend," Dean defended himself. "What, a guy can't have friends anymore?"

"Really? 'Cause I don't usually make my friends ditch class," Sam noted sarcastically.

"No, you've got Lucifer for that, right?" Okay, he wasn't going to lie about it; Dean couldn't help but grin as his brother remained silent.

"Would you two stop it?" Bobby sighed. "I'm trying to have a peaceful meal here."

"Sorry, Bobby," the boys said in unison, looking down at their plates in embarrassment.

Dean was pretty sure he could hear Bobby mumble a quick "Idjits," under his breath.

~~~

They spent the rest of the evening like that, without really talking to one another. They watched some TV together, and Sam read a little more from time to time.

He couldn't wait to get out of their sight though. That wouldn't probably be the case until Dean was sound asleep, but Sam could be patient. Eventually they all went to bed, despite Dean's complaints it wasn't that late yet. Sam barely payed attention to it. He just made sure his phone was on his nightstand before going into the bathroom to change. After both brothers had gotten ready, Dean turned off the lights.

Sam kept waiting for who knows how long, until he finally heard Dean's satisfying soft snoring. As soon as he did, he grabbed his phone and held it under the blankets to dim the light.

'Hey,' he sent Lucifer.

The answer came in rather quickly, as if the other boy had been waiting to hear from him. Sam liked that thought. 'Hey there, Sam'

'How was your evening?'

'Miss me already, huh?'

He smiled at that and was just about to reply when he stopped, his fingers hovering above the keys. He always got this kind of insecurity when it came down to the sensitive stuff. If he told the truth and put his heart out there, Lucifer could think it was cute. Or he could laugh at him for how cheesy he was being.

'Saaaaaaammmyyyyyyyyy' Lucifer was obviously getting a bit impatient.

Sam made up his mind and started typing and hit 'send'. 'I've been thinking about you all day.' He anxiously waited for a response, biting the nail of his thumb in the process.

Finally a message came in. 'I miss you too' He honestly didn't know how to answer that without ruining to moment or moving to fast, but apparently he didn't have too because he got a second text. 'Can I tell you something?'

'Off course,' he immediately replied, curious and maybe a little bit scared at the same time.

'You're probably the only good thing in my life rn'

Again Sam needed a moment to recover from that, his heart fluttering in his chest. Then he asked, 'Can I tell you something too?'

'Anytime'

'I didn't think I'd ever be happy again before I met you'

'Guess it's good a thing you met me, huh? ;)' Lucifer sent him and Sam was actually glad he'd brought the conversation back to a lighter note.

'🙄 Tell me why again?'

'Because you loooooove meee' He blushed at that.

'Do not'

'Do too'

'Says who?'

'Says you 😏'

'Did not' Okay, maybe this conversation was getting a little out of hand. And as much as he loved talking to Lucifer, he knew he was gonna regret it first thing in the morning if he stayed up any longer. 'I got to go to sleep, but I'll see you tomorrow alright?'

'Fiiiiiiine,' Lucifer answered and for a moment Sam was scared he was really annoyed, before he received a second one, 'See ya tomorrow, Sammy ;) x'

After a lot of doubt he texted back, 'Goodnight :) x'

Then he finally put down his phone and went to sleep with a happy smile on his face.

~~~

Ugh, this will have to wait 'till tomorrow...

[Tomorrow] Hi peeps! Can I just quickly say I thought it was hilarious you all commented the same 'Ooooohhh' on last chapter? 😅 Also prepping for the next year of uni *panicked screaming in the distance* and I'm totally ready for it. Okay, that's it, byyyeeee!