“Did it hurt?” the fallen angel asked you and you peeked up from the book your were reading to look at him.
“Did it hurt?” he repeated his question and proceeded to add when you raised an eyebrow at him “When you fell from heaven. Did it hurt?”
Either the smirk on his lips was contagious or you just liked this too much- much more than what you’d llike to admit.
“No” you said trying to put on a straight face “But I broke a nail crawling out of hell.”
“Which you should know, considering you were there” you added sassily but he only chuckled.
“Still playing hard to get?” he asked with a bigger smirk.
“I thought you’d know by now” you looked at him straight in the eyes “I am impossible to get”
“We’ll see that, angel” he said cheekily.
You fakely rolled your eyes at him “Oh we will, satan”
“Oh there will be one day. Mind my words-” he didn’t have time to complete his sentence as Dean walked in.
“No you mind my words, Luci.” you and Sam let a small snicker at the nickname “If you keep it up like that you won’t live long to see that day come”
The threatening tone in Dean’s voice should have been a warning for him, to make him stop for even a little, but it certainly shuold not have made him laugh.
“Hey (Y/n), do you have a band-aid? Cause I scrapped my knee when I fell for you” and he just had to wiggle his eyebrows at you.
You could barely keep a snicker in but you tried to put on a serious face anyway “Really? I thought when you fell from heaven would have hurt more”