Well, to be fair, Zachariah was the one who was getting frisky with Mary Winchester in Heaven, not Lucifer.
Lucifer rolled his eyes, bending forward as Dean scrambled away, digging his fingernails into Dean's ankle. He gave him another pull, so that any progress he'd made toward the headboard failed. Lucifer came up over him, sitting across his back. He bent in, pressing his lips to Dean's ear.
"You don't think Castiel spent all that time in here just watching House of Cards, do you?"
He raised his hand up, and a drawer beside the bed flew open, a tube of lubricant jumping into his hand. He gave it a little shake at Dean. "They say the devil makes work for idle hands, but your angel seemed to make more than enough work for himself, mm? I wonder what his dirty fantasies involved. Oh wait, I don't have to."
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Lucifer rolled his eyes, bending forward as Dean scrambled away, digging his fingernails into Dean's ankle. He gave him another pull, so that any progress he'd made toward the headboard failed. Lucifer came up over him, sitting across his back. He bent in, pressing his lips to Dean's ear.
"You don't think Castiel spent all that time in here just watching House of Cards, do you?"
He raised his hand up, and a drawer beside the bed flew open, a tube of lubricant jumping into his hand. He gave it a little shake at Dean. "They say the devil makes work for idle hands, but your angel seemed to make more than enough work for himself, mm? I wonder what his dirty fantasies involved. Oh wait, I don't have to."