I really want Lucifer to go protective big brother and tie Sam and Dean to chairs and make them sit through a 100 slide power point on why Cas is God's great creation.

All The Moments That Shape Our Lives (Stamp 12)

"I understand, Crowley, but I don't think I'll have time," Castiel said into phone for the hundreth time. Castiel was elbow deep in warm soapy water, scrubbing the dishes that he and Dean had led the night before. He had his phone held to his ear, arguing with Crowley about a conference out of town. "Because I have finals coming up and I need to invest as much time as possible into studying." There was a knock on the door. Castiel finished with the dish he was holding and grabbed a dish towel to wipe his hands as he walked over to answer it. "No, it does not have anything to do with Dean. He's not even in town." They were still bickering when Castiel opened the door. His dropped to the floor when he saw who was standing on the other side. "Lucifer." His brother gave him a tiny smile. "Hello, Castiel." Castiel threw his arms around his neck, hugging him tightly for a long time. The only thing that made him pull away was Crowley's voice on the coming through the speaker on the phone. "I'm going to have to call you back." ~*~ A few minutes later, Castiel was pouring coffee for himself and his brother. He took a seat across from Lucifer. "I still can't believe you're here," He said. It had been eight years since he last saw his brother. Lucifer had been sent to a juvenile detention center after being caught with drugs and alcohol several times. He never came home. "Where have you been?" "I was angry with the world, Castiel, especially our family. As soon as I had a way out, I ran." Lucifer looked down at his coffee cup. "I made a lot of bad decisions, I hurt a lot of people. Then two years ago, I watched someone that I cared about almost die and I knew that I had to get out. So, I we went home." "To Mother and Father?" Castiel asked, shocked. Lucifer had never tried to hide his dislike of their parents. He told them on many occasions that he wished he wasn't there son. Castiel found it hard to believe that he would crawl back to them for help. "They paid for my rehab and I just got offered a job at a great law firm." "You're a lawyer?" Lucifer nodded. "I wanted to help kids like us. One's with disfunctional families that they want to get away from." "I'm happy for you," Castiel said, placing his hand over his brother's. "You have no idea how good it is to see you. You look good." "So do you. I see you met someone," Lucifer said, nodding at the refrigerator. Castiel turned and saw that he was looking at the photo strip from a booth at the mall. He smiled. "His name is Dean. We've been together for almost eight months." "Tell me about him." "He's my True Mate. I didn't believe that they actually existed until I found him. It's strange really, he was friends with Michael in high school. We saw each other every day and had no idea. But here we are. He's a mechanic and he's so wonderful, Luce. I couldn't imagine my life with anyone else." "Have you introduced him to Mother and Father yet?" Castiel shook his head. "I'm trying to spare him from that for as long as possible." "Well I'm on your side," Lucifer said. Castiel squeezed his hand. "Thank you. That means a lot." "So when do I get meet him? One of us has to give him the big brother talk." Castiel rolled his eyes. "Not today. He went to visit his parents in Kansas. He won't be back until Monday." "He went without you?" "I'm meeting them at Christmas." "You're not leaving me and Gabriel alone with Mother and Father and Michael," Lucifer said, looking horrified. "You'd read about a homicide in the Sunday paper." "Very funny. I'll talk to him. Maybe we can work it out so that we can do both." "Thank you." "Will you stay for dinner?" Castiel asked. "There's this recipe I found that I really want to try but Dean refuses to eat kale." Lucifer smiled as his brother prattled on about his food and his Mate. "I'll stay." Watching Castiel flit around the kitchen, refusing to let Lucifer help at all, reminded the older man of why he decided to come home. Castiel had been his favorite thing at home, he was so full of excitment and energy, despite their parents' demands for order and quiet. Castiel had been the light in his otherwise dreary life. His brother had only been twelve when he ran away, so angry with his parents for sending him away that he wasn't thinking of Castiel or Gabriel. He just wanted out of the seemingly perfect family. Sam had been a replacement for his baby brother. He'd reminded him of Castiel in many ways, even with the drugs. His overdose pushed Lucifer to get clean and start a real life. He didn't want to be like Sam, who used to talk his brother who he loved and missed, but he was too afraid of his father to call him. Lucifer had been unsure when he groveled for his parents' forgiveness. He was unsure all through rehab. He was unsure while he was studying for the bar exam. But here he was, laughing at Castiel when he cursed over dropping something and listening to him sing under his breath while he cooked. Here, he was finally sure.

All The Moments That Shape Our Lives (Stamp 8)

Morrison and Page ran into the house as soon as Lucifer opened the door.

“Guys, no running!” Dean yelled after them. He shook his head when one of them screeched.

“You’re sure you don’t mind keeping them all night?” Castiel asked, peering over Lucifer’s shoulder. His boys could be a handful and if Lucifer wasn’t sure, he didn’t want to just dump them on him.

“It’s no problem. I handled you and Gabriel didn’t I?”

“Because I was so difficult,” Castiel said, rolling his eyes.

“Cas, go enjoy your anniversary. I can handle the kids for one night.”

“Okay. I’ll have my phone on if you need anything. Make sure you get them to bed by eight, no exceptions.”

“I got it. Go.”

“Bye, boys!” He called. “Make sure you listen to Uncle Luci. Thanks again.”

Lucifer waved him off and went back inside, closing the door before he could find another excuse to stay. He watched out the peephole for a moment as Dean dragged Castiel down the side walk to the car.

The boys were in the living room, playing with action figures. They made fighting and explosion noises and threw the hunks of plastic into the air. Lucifer sat down on the couch and watched as they played.

“Unca Luci, we want chicken nuggets!”

“Yeah!”

“Alright, you guys be careful in here okay?”

Earlier that day, Castiel had dropped by with three grocery bags full of things he knew that the boys would eat. Chicken nuggets, cookies, and chips were now shoved into Lucifer’s cabinets, waiting to be asked for.

“Can we watch cartoons while we eat?” Morrison asked, when Lucifer called them to the kitchen. “Papa lets us.”

Lucifer hesitated, but brought the plates into living room and put them on the coffee table. Page and Morrison snacked quietly, their eyes fixed on the animated characters on the screen.

“Let’s play superheroes!” Morrison shouted when they finished eating. He jumped up and started running around with his arms out, like he was following. Page followed suit.

Lucifer picked up their empty plates and cups and took them to the kitchen. He was putting them in the dishwasher when he heard a thump and a scream.

A plastic cup bounced off the floor when he dropped it as he ran into the living room. Page was sobbing on the floor and Morrison was awkwardly patting him down.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay, Page.”

“What happened?” Lucifer asked, kneeling down next to him.

“We were playing and he fell.”

“My arm hurts,” Page whimpered.

“Okay, come here, can you move it?” Lucifer had Page bend his arm and squeezed it lightly in several different places. After a minute or two of crying, Page was ready to start playing again.

When the dishes were done, Lucifer joined them, taking on the role of the villain. He chased them around, then allowed them to chase him down the hall and tackle him.

“Alright, guys, it’s time for bed.”

The boys whined, but they changed into the pajamas that Castiel had left there for them. Lucifer tucked them in and ruffled their hair before he flicked the light off and walked out of the room.

He watched TV for an hour before shutting it off and going to bed himself. He felt like he just dozed off when little hands shook him awake.

“What? What is it?” He asked sleepily, sitting up. Page was standing beside the bed, clinging to his stuffed animal.

“There’s a thunderstorm. Can I sleep here?” Lucifer smiled a little.

“Sure. Climb on up.” He helped Page into the bed and tucked the blankets around him. Page flinched when another roll of thunder crashed outside, then hid his face against Lucifer’s chest.

Lucifer was suddenly reminded of when was younger and Castiel would climb into his bed after he had a nightmare. He had found it annoying at first, but after he realized that only he or Gabriel made Castiel feel safe again, he got over it.

Cas had been like a little octopus, wrapping his tiny limbs around Lucifer and clinging while he slept. The trait wouldn’t have been so bad if he wasn’t a mini space heater, too. It seemed like Page took after him in both of those departments.

Lucifer laid awake for a little while, listening to Page breathe and the thunder outside.

~*~

Castiel arrived early the next morning to pick the boys up. He was much more relaxed than the night before. There were also hickeys hiding under his collar, leaving little to the imagination about what he had been up to the night before.

“I hope they weren’t too much trouble,” He said, following Lucifer into the kitchen.

“They were great. Coffee?”

“No, thanks,” Cas said, rubbing his belly. They smiled at each other and Lucifer shook his head.

“If you two keep going, they’re going to give you one of those TV shows about families with a million kids.” Castiel opened

“Papa!” The boys ran in and wrapped themselves around Castiel’s legs. Castiel ran his fingers through their hair affectionately.

“Were you guys good for Uncle Luci?”

“Yeah!” They started babbling over each other about what they did while they were there. Only a few words could be understood through their excitement.

“That all sounds like fun. Come on, Daddy’s making breakfast. Thanks again for watching them, Luce.”

“No problem. Anytime.”

Lucifer watched from the doorway as Castiel got the boys into their car seats and waved goodbye.

The Things You Miss (Chapter 4)

The next morning when Sam found Dean wearing slacks and a button down, which was so out of character, he froze.

 “Morning, Sammy,” He said, stirring milk into the mug in front of him.

  “Morning,” Sam said, getting his own mug and pouring coffee in it.

  “I have a meeting with Crowley this morning, then I’ll drive you home.” That explained the dress clothes, then. But, wait.

  “You don’t have to drive me, Dean. Just drop me at the station‒” Dean shook his head.

  “No, I’m driving you. End of story,” With that he picked up the mug, carrying it upstairs. Sam sighed and sat at the counter, wishing he had a crossword or something to keep him entertained for a while.

  “What’s for breakfast?” Sam looked up and saw Mori standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. His pajamas had cars on them.

  “What do you want?”

  “Pancakes.” Sam smiled.

  “I think I can do that. Can you tell me where the ingredients are?” Together they pulled out mix and eggs and milk and a pan. Morrison sat at the island while Sam got to work. He showed off a little, flipping them into the air. Morrison smiled.

  “Daddy does that. Papa gets mad when he drops them.” Sam smiled. He could picture Dean trying to impress the kids, but making a mess instead.