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Another Amen // Closed RP
@txintedblood
“Hey, Sammy.” Dean poked his head into the library, smiling at his brother where he was buried in some massive archaic tome or other. “I made dinner. Candlelight and fireside, all the works. Come have a home date with me.”
Sam: *kicks down door* *grabs Lucifer and carries him off* So this is mine now.
“You always did know how to sweep an angel off his feet, Sammy.”
@txintedblood wants to play with the demon
“Oh, c’mon, little brother,” the demon mocked. “You know just as well as I do that it’s not that easy to just snap of your finger and say you’re cured of demon blood.” he smiled. “I know you can smell it.”
"He might take his first steps any day now," Sam remarked, watching Eden as the infant clung to the side of the coffee table. "He's been grabbing at anything and standing against it."
“Hm - I’ve noticed. He’s as clingy as his father.” Lucifer smiled cheekily up at Sam from his place on the floor. He sat cross-legged just behind their son, his hands on his lap and his body posture remarkably relaxed, though they both knew he’d be there to catch Eden in a heartbeat - even if the fall wouldn’t really hurt him.
“Walking is all well and good - it’s what may come after that worries me.”
//Headcanon: Sam and Lucifer open a dog shelter in the country. All dogs are brought in and given top medical care (i.e. Lucifer's healing powers), lots of room in the several acre yard to run around and play, lots of toys, plenty of food and water and warm places to sleep. Each dog is specially paired with potential adopters and any dog that hasn't found a "home" is claimed by Sam.
I have a strong feeling that Sam’s application process for adoption would be a rigorous one.
“What’s Micah’s favorite treat?” “What? I don’t know... um... chicken?” “YOU CANNOT FEED A DOG CHICKEN BONES ARE YOU CRAZY? NEXT!”
They’d end up with A LOT of dogs.
"Is it my turn?" Sam asked sleepily as the baby monitor came to life, the sound of their son making noises in his crib. Just a little past two in the morning, but that was alright, babies didn't tend to sleep throughout the night until they were toddlers.
Lucifer turned his head subtly toward the small device on the bedside table, his fingers brushing lightly through the thick hair atop Sam’s head. The question brought a small smile to his lips - the human had insisted on “taking turns,” despite the fact that Lucifer didn’t need the rest as Sam did. But the Archangel had his suspicions that it had less to do with fairness, and more to do with the man’s attachment to their son.
“I suppose it is.” He looked down at Sam’s sleepy face, leaning closer and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “Would you like me to go?”
“What’s it like to fall?” Sam asks, looking at the archangel with wide hazel eyes, because even after so many eons, Lucifer is still beautiful to behold.
Lucifer thinks about the promise given to him after he was thrown into the Cage, about a soul built specifically for him. Someone who would be his Other Half, quite literally, made to house him as a Vessel, someone who would understand him wholly, more than anyone else ever did.
He reaches up then, to touch Sam’s cheek, and just having the physical contact makes them both relax, soothed by the connection between them.
“It’s like coming home at long last.”
{ouch. in so many good ways, ouch.}
"Will you please stop telling our son that killing people he doesn't like isn't the route to go? He's literally only four years old." {I promised domestic!Samifer with child and dammit I'm gonna deliver!}
“Never too early to learn self-respect, that’s what I say.” Lucifer cocked a brow, a teasing smile on his lips as he glanced back to the exasperated man beside him. Seeing the somber look on his face drew a low and quiet chuckle from the Archangel, and he shifted on the park bench, leaning over and dropping a quick kiss to Sam’s cheek.
“Come on, Sam - you know I can’t resist you when you pout like this. Besides, it’s not like he’s actually ever killed anyone.” He shrugged nonchalantly, turning his head to look over to where their son was playing near the sandbox.
“Although that impudent young female that bit his arm deserved much more than the bloodied nose he gave her, if you ask me.”
