“And that was supposed to fun?” Lucifer asked as they left the theater, weaving their way between gaggles of shaking and whispering teenage girls.
“Of course,” Dean replied with a shrug. ”Well, it was supposed to be scary, but that’s what’s fun about it.”
“Being scared is fun?”
The hunter shrugged again. ”Yeah. I guess. In a controlled environment where nothing is trying to kill you. Why? You didn’t like the movie?”
“It was pointless and nonsensical. No demon worth a round of salt would antagonize a single family for the sake of a male heir and a years-old deal.”
“Azazel was an idiot.”
Dean smirked. ”Thought he was working on your orders.”
“I was an idiot.”
It wasn’t fair, this ability of Lucifer’s to pick things out and look at them logically from all angles. The Halloween decorations weren’t frightening - to anyone, really, but Dean had sort of been holding out hope that something as out-of-touch as an angel might get a start from the hanging bats and walking skeletons - and movies did nothing. Pictures and stories and all the - real, in case anyone was wondering - scary games played by thousands of kids each year just seemed to bore him.
As a hunter, Dean was used to fear. He was afraid of a lot of things, like losing Sam, or winding up alone, Lucifer changing his mind about whatever it was they had going on, or Cas abandoning them for Heaven. That was real fear. It clenched his gut and made his heart hurt. What he was looking for was fun fear, the kind found every Halloween. He just wasn’t sure how to go about it.
At least, not until he saw the movie.
The flashing lights, and darkness of the sky is enough for him to ignore the hand that’s holding hid. He was not one for public displays of affection, but he tried to make it a habit of not denying Satan his wishes. Besides, he would make it up to him later with mind-blowing sex, and if not, well, Dean would kick him out of bed. Besides, he secretly liked it, not that he would ever, ever admit it or let anyone find out. And when someone looked over at them, he tugged it back as quickly as humanly possible..
“I want cotton Candy.” Dean states. “You can’t go to an amusement part without cotton candy… or pie, pie is perfect, we need cotton candy and pie.” he eyes Lucifer a little. “Then we’ll, uh… go on a ride or something, but food first, I’m starving.”
“Cotton Candy.” he nods. “You can have pie after, think of it as incentive to finish the date.” he smirks a little and Dean grumbles, but he’ll agree. “We’ll look around while you finish your cotton candy.” Lucifer takes his hand again and
dragsleads him over to the cotton candy stall, buying him some, before leading him over to some of the stalls.
Yeah idek. Sam watches Lucifer doing unspeakable things to Dean. It’s very distracting. Mentions of past Sam/Lucifer. Some one-sided Sam/Dean.
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The first time it happens, Sam mostly just figures he’s going a little crazier than usual, and after a long (very long) run and a cold (glacial) shower he’ll be fine again. Well. As fine as he ever is, which as far as Dean and Bobby are concerned is damn near perfect and in reality is just this side of coping. Though he has gotten somewhat accustomed to Lucifer’s presence, and it’s almost normal. Almost being the key word here.