“Yes, I’m still around. Is that surprising? I’m not going anywhere, sir pouts-a-lot.” Lucifer muttered, reappearing in the back seat of the car, mildly amused by the fact Sam and Dean were - for the most part - acknowledging his presence.
“Yes” Sam answered, he gestured towards the backseat with his free hand. He took a bite of the sandwich he pulled out of the bag, “He called you sir pouts-a-lot” the taller brother added, chewing on the food.
Dean looked at the rear mirror and frowned. He wished he could see him. Or better, he wished he could punch Lucifer. Rolling his eyes, the hunter looked back to the road. “Asshole.”
“Ooooh, rude.” Lucifer muttered, leaning between them as a sinister grin spread across his lips. “Tell your brother he’s just proving my point with that pout.”
Sam munched on his sandwich quietly. Trying to relax.
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