you usually continued your day as the Angel just read to you. it wasnt… unpleasant, in fact, you had kind of gotten used to it.
you were in the kitchen making something to eat while Lucifer sat on the counter reading from his most recent obsession, a book that analyzed the mentions of Lucifer in the bible.
“with this analysis i can conclude that although wrongfully motivated, Lucifer was not entirely at fault for his actions that led to his fall from grace.” Lucifer read, “thoughts?”
you shrugged, not looking up from the food you were making “i mean, i can understand where you were coming from.”
Lucifer grinned, closing the book, “oh really? do i sense some sympathy?”
“sympathy for the devil?” you scoffed, “never. understanding, yes.”
“i knew it. you like me Winchester.”
“never said i didn’t.”




















