I know I can't fix everything,
But I would like to try an Internet band-aid.
telrunya, this is for you:
"You ate Lucifer?"
"Yeah, and?"
Dean looks at the red smear across the floor of blood and gore that was, once upon a time, the father of all lies, Little Horn, The Morning Star, Mr I-Win-So-I-Win Lucifer. "You ate Lucifer."
Heat folds his arms, glaring, the loud belch caused by sudden pressure on his stomach ruining the effect. "Yeah. I think the bastard gave me stomach ache."
Dean feels a headache coming on alongside the utterly disbelieving, nausea-inducing light-headed relief he can't begin to sum up in words. "Lucifer. The - the guy God threw out of Heaven. The biggest bad going. You ate him."
"He was pissing me off!"
"You ate him," Dean repeated before throwing his arms around Heat's shoulders and hugging him, then putting his hands on Heat's shoulders so he could push him away in a manly manner, then changing his mind again and pulling Heat back in for a hug and the messiest, grossest, most Lucifer-flavoured kiss of all time. Holy fucking shit. Heat ate Lucifer.
There's a flap of wings behind them and Dean turns for a moment, startled, before relaxing on recognising the intruder. "Cas, you're not going to believe - I - Heat - no more apocalypse!"
Castiel looks at the ruined carpet, ruined walls, ruined ceiling in some places, and back at Heat, raising one perfectly composed eyebrow in perfectly composed disbelief. "You ate Lucifer?"
telrunya, this is for you:
"You ate Lucifer?"
"Yeah, and?"
Dean looks at the red smear across the floor of blood and gore that was, once upon a time, the father of all lies, Little Horn, The Morning Star, Mr I-Win-So-I-Win Lucifer. "You ate Lucifer."
Heat folds his arms, glaring, the loud belch caused by sudden pressure on his stomach ruining the effect. "Yeah. I think the bastard gave me stomach ache."
Dean feels a headache coming on alongside the utterly disbelieving, nausea-inducing light-headed relief he can't begin to sum up in words. "Lucifer. The - the guy God threw out of Heaven. The biggest bad going. You ate him."
"He was pissing me off!"
"You ate him," Dean repeated before throwing his arms around Heat's shoulders and hugging him, then putting his hands on Heat's shoulders so he could push him away in a manly manner, then changing his mind again and pulling Heat back in for a hug and the messiest, grossest, most Lucifer-flavoured kiss of all time. Holy fucking shit. Heat ate Lucifer.
There's a flap of wings behind them and Dean turns for a moment, startled, before relaxing on recognising the intruder. "Cas, you're not going to believe - I - Heat - no more apocalypse!"
Castiel looks at the ruined carpet, ruined walls, ruined ceiling in some places, and back at Heat, raising one perfectly composed eyebrow in perfectly composed disbelief. "You ate Lucifer?"