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Dean could smell the fact that Lucifer was cooking before he even opened the door to the bunker. The smell of garlic and olive oil and onion had permeated the air, and as he opened the door, he could smell mozzarella and parmesan and all of the other spices that Lucifer liked to use.
“Home!” he called out as he made his way downstairs to the kitchen.
He should’ve known that Lucifer would be lost in his own world, with his headphones in his ears as he cooked. The archangel looked lost in his own world as he worked on his homemade tomato sauce. A pot of pasta was simmering away, and Dean spied freshly made garlic bread on the kitchen table. A glass of wine wasn’t too far from Lucifer’s grasp.
Dean looked at the garlic bread, then looked over at Lucifer. Surely, the angel wouldn’t notice if he stole a piece.
Quietly, he made his way down the stairs, using carefully honed skills of sneaking out of hotel rooms to go hook up while Sam and his father slept. He landed on the kitchen floor and hid behind the staircase as Lucifer shifted to check on the pasta, taking a sip of wine and looking in the same vague direction. Dean tried to get a look at Lucifer’s face to see if he could tell what he was listening to, but his face was impassive, giving a nod at something that was said. Probably a podcast or something, then.
Dean waited until Lucifer was turned completely back around to baby his sauce before sneaking his way over to the table where the garlic bread lay. Innocent, tempting, and looking delicious all at once.
He was reaching to grab the topmost piece of bread when Lucifer spoke.
“Touch the garlic bread and I will edge you within an inch of your life tonight.”
Dean whipped around and looked at Lucifer, who was still stirring his sauce, his headphones on his ears, and wearing a bemused expression.
“ How? ” Dean asked.
“Because you smell like bad decisions and whatever monster you just killed, and you know I have a sensitive nose,” Lucifer pouted playfully. “And besides, I’m an archangel. ”
Dean crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. “I want the garlic bread,” he said. “It smells so good.”
“Everything I cook smells good,” Lucifer pointed out, turning back to his sauce.
Dean smiled and walked over to Lucifer, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. “Hi, angel,” he murmured, smiling as he felt a thrill go through Lucifer’s body. “Whatcha listening to?”
“One of my stories,” Lucifer hummed.
“You’re listening to porn while making dinner?” Dean snorted.
“The correct term is erotica, and yes,” Lucifer said as he stirred the sauce. He checked on the noodles, not once dislodging Dean from his perch.
“I’ll never understand how you can listen to that with a straight face,” Dean said, kissing Lucifer’s cheek.
Lucifer chuckled. “Practice, baby. Practice.” He turned his head and kissed Dean’s nose. “Go shower,” he said. “And then we’ll eat dinner. Sam and Castiel are out on a hunt right now, so they’ll be back in a couple of days.”
“So… that means after dinner I can fuck you over the dining room table?” Dean asked coyly, his hands starting to move under Lucifer’s shirt.
“Maybe,” Lucifer hummed with a chuckle. “Greedy boy tonight, aren’t we?”
“I’ve missed you,” Dean said honestly. “And also, I just want to fuck you again.”
Lucifer laughed. “ Shower. Before you ruin the sauce.”
“Fine,” Dean said, withdrawing and kissing Lucifer’s cheek again. “You can join me.”
“Another time,” Lucifer promised.
Dean grinned and shucked off his flannel. He then started making his way to the bathroom, grinning happily.
He was home, right where he belonged.