They must have thought that they were so clever putting up all their anti-angel sigils in the bunker, so recently lowered so that Castiel could find their home - but Sam had given Lucifer the answer to that little puzzle, given him the power to break through any angel seal with just a spell. It was too easy - way too easy - to step back into Dean's home as soon as Sam left it.
He appeared at the top of the stairs, just because it gave him the chance to make an impression as he descended them. His hands dropped into the pockets of the black trenchcoat he'd picked up to replace Castiel's. He wore his white shirt, the top buttons undone, with nothing else over it, the shirt tucked into black pants, with a shiny black belt and silver buckle closing them. Even his shoes shone, like the blue of his eyes, seemingly made more "ravish me" blue by the way his hair had been pulled rakishly aside, ruffled with gel. It was a new look, a good look--a Lucifer look.
He trotted down the stairs, and gave a sharp, loud whistle:
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He appeared at the top of the stairs, just because it gave him the chance to make an impression as he descended them. His hands dropped into the pockets of the black trenchcoat he'd picked up to replace Castiel's. He wore his white shirt, the top buttons undone, with nothing else over it, the shirt tucked into black pants, with a shiny black belt and silver buckle closing them. Even his shoes shone, like the blue of his eyes, seemingly made more "ravish me" blue by the way his hair had been pulled rakishly aside, ruffled with gel. It was a new look, a good look--a Lucifer look.
He trotted down the stairs, and gave a sharp, loud whistle:
"Honey, I'm home."