In the meantime, Sam and Lucifer were still sitting on the couch in quietude. Sam was leaning his head on Lucifer's shoulder and his boyfriend had put an arm around his shoulders but that was about it. Lucifer was lost in thought and Sam wanted to give him all the time he needed to come back to him. So he waited, thinking about his brother. He couldn't help but wonder if Dean knew the whole story and tried to convince himself he couldn't. Because if he did, he wouldn't be friends with Michael anymore. Sam had to believe that. He'd never thought much of Michael and the other Shurleys but this... No, even his brother wouldn't be on their side anymore if he'd heard the truth. Dean might act all though and just but he was also righteous. He'd realize what was wrong or right eventually. And then he'd understand why Lucifer was the good guy in all of this.
After a couple of minutes Lucifer finally sat up straight and stretched his arms. "You wanna order some pizza?" he asked in a back to casual voice.
Sam looked up and smiled before quickly pecking his lips. "Sure. I mean, I'd have to leave for Kevin's right after that but pizza's fine."
"We can share a big pepperoni. Or something else is fine too..."
Lucifer got up and was already starting to walk towards the kitchen when Sam stopped him. "Lucifer."
His boyfriend came to a halt and slowly turned around. "Yeah?"
"Thank you," Sam told him and he meant the words with every fiber of his being.
Lucifer looked away before mumbling, "What for?"
"Telling me," he shrugged. "Trusting me."
After a quick nod Lucifer continued his way to the kitchen. "So pepperoni?"
Yeah, maybe it was a good idea to lighten the mood a little. Sam got up as well and followed him. "How do you feel about Hawaiian?"
Lucifer looked at him with actual terror in his eyes. "Please tell me you're talking about the island."
Definitely a good idea. He laughed and shrugged innocently. "You don't like pineapple?"
"Well, yes, but you don't put it on a pizza!" Lucifer exclaimed in disbelief.
"Why not?" Sam decided to tease him a little bit further.
"Because... that's just... wrong!"
Sam burst out in laughter at that and it didn't take Lucifer long to join him. He walked over to the younger boy and wrapped his arms around him.
"What did I do to deserve you?" he sighed in fake despair against Sam's hair.
The Winchester pulled up an eyebrow. "You think you're easy to deal with?"
"I'm perfect," Lucifer grinned and Sam rolled his eyes before Lucifer pressed his lips against his.
Sam didn't think he'd ever get tired of kissing Lucifer. The guy was all passion and hunger and caused a fire to erupt in Sam's stomach every time they touched. He could've stayed in that moment forever, with his tongue exploring Lucifer's mouth, one hand against his chest and the other around his neck. So when Lucifer pulled away, Sam automatically let out an annoyed whimper.
The Shurley boy gave him that arrogant grin of his. "I really think we should order that pizza now."
When Sam only sighed in response, Lucifer let go of him and grabbed his phone.
When Dean got back to his empty house, he immediately went for the fridge and grabbed a beer. After taking a good pull, he walked back to the living room and dropped down on the couch, putting his feet up on the armrest. He was exhausted. Who would've thought his conversation with Michael would end up where it had? Dean sure as hell hadn't, and he guessed neither did Michael. Everything had gone so well and then... But it was over now. And so was their friendship. He couldn't believe that after all the drama and suppressed romantic feelings, after Dean basically turning Michael down and them still being on good terms despite all of that, they'd fought about their dads. Their dads. It was ridiculous.
He took another drink from his beer and went for his phone, glad Sam was still at Kevin's so he had the place for himself. He'd earned it. Bringing the bottle to his lips another time, he held the calling phone to his ear and waited for it to be answered. He didn't have to wait very long.
"Hello?" a by now familiar voice said on the other end of the line.
"Hey Cas, it's me."
"Oh. Hi." He thought he heard something in the background and then Cas told him, "Hold on."
Slightly confused at what was happening, Dean tried to figure out what the noise was all about. He could hear loud voices and maybe even a door slamming, so he gathered someone must have been having a fight. He waited and listened as the sounds started to fade out and then suddenly everything went quiet.
"Sorry about that," Cas sighed.
"What was all the fuss about?" Dean asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
Alright, so maybe Cas didn't feel like talking about it and Dean didn't want to push him. "Okay then. Anyways, I promised to call so... I just got back from Michael... Didn't really go well..."
He could hear Cas slowly breathing out. "Yes, I gathered as much."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked, a frown on his face.
"Michael came home and as you could probably tell... he wasn't exactly good-humored."
Dean cursed under his breath and took another sip from his beer. "Was that what was going on there in the background?"
"Yes," Cas sighed. "He got home, clearly pissed and snapping at everyone... Then Gabriel made it worse of course... But it's alright, I'm in my room now so no one can hear us."
"You don't want them to hear us?" Dean blurted out.
"I don't think Michael would be very happy to hear me talk to someone he'd just had a fight with, no."
"Right," he quickly tried to explain himself. "Yeah of course, I mean, I was just... I don't know..."
"It's okay, Dean," Cas stopped his rambling. "So what happened? I thought you two liked each other."
Dean suddenly realized he'd never told Cas exactly why he'd met up with Michael. "Cas, I... I did like him, I think, but I turned him down."
Cas remained silent for a couple of seconds, processing what he'd just said. "But... why?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "It was just... it didn't feel right, you know? I'm way too new to this and... I don't know."
"So that's why he is angry?" Cas concluded and Dean let out a sigh.
"No actually. I mean, I explained it to him, he understood, everything went quite well really."
"Then why is he angry?"
Dean bit his bottom lip and took another pull. Maybe he shouldn't ask. There was a good chance Cas might get angry at him too. But it was Cas. He wasn't like Michael, he was... Cas. Understanding, helpful, kinda weird Cas. So before he could change his mind, he said, "Cas?"
"Why did you never tell me your dad left?"
The line turned quiet and Dean was a hundred percent sure he'd fucked it up. He had completely destroyed two pretty good friendships today. Good going, Dean. He downed the rest of his beer in one go.
"It just never came up," Cas answered to his surprise.
"Well, yeah but... it's kind of a big deal, Cas."
"Is it?" Cas asked but he didn't sound angry or anything, he sounded... defeated. "It's not like there's anything I can do about it."
Dean felt a sting in his heart for his friend. "But still," he continued. "I mean... Shit, I don't know, man."
The silence spread out between them again and Dean decided he needed another beer. Unfortunately, he was too lazy to get it.
"Can I tell you something?" Cas basically made him jump.
"Yeah, sure," he said, although he was everything but sure on what to expect.
"I want to find him."
"Honestly, buddy, I'd be kinda worried if you didn't," Dean tried to lighten the mood.
"No, that's not what I mean. I want to actually find him. Get out and track him down," Cas said. "Michael is pretending everything is fine. We all are. In the hope that, if we just keep up our act," he laughed but it sounded everything but genuine, "maybe he'll believe it and come back."
"Cas..." Dean started but Castiel interrupted him.
"I know. I know he won't. That's why I need to find him. To be able to... to ask him why."
How the hell was he supposed to answer that? "Well, if you ever do, I'll come right with you just to kick his ass."
Cas laughed at that a bit and Dean smiled in response, celebrating his victory, however small it was. Hearing that laugh was worth it.
"Thank you, Dean, that's very kind of you."
"Anytime, Cas," he smiled. "Anytime."