[The voices drift in the distance — Sam's is a higher lilt, still almost shy in delivery and nothing like the hoarser, deeper richness of a Sam one apocalypse in. Jessica's voice is sweet and friendly and teasing. They're talking about traveling a few miles to the beach; about how broke they are, but with smiles, the kind of hapless floating through life that a young, energetic couple can do, even in the midst of loans and classes and overcomplicated sleeping schedules with part-time jobs.
They'll make it work. They deserve a weekend off.
Lucifer smiles, and it drips with the uneasiness of a widely smiling stranger knocking at someone's window at midnight.]
no subject
[He gestures around them.]
Seems an awful lot like you're doing the same.
[The voices drift in the distance — Sam's is a higher lilt, still almost shy in delivery and nothing like the hoarser, deeper richness of a Sam one apocalypse in. Jessica's voice is sweet and friendly and teasing. They're talking about traveling a few miles to the beach; about how broke they are, but with smiles, the kind of hapless floating through life that a young, energetic couple can do, even in the midst of loans and classes and overcomplicated sleeping schedules with part-time jobs.
They'll make it work. They deserve a weekend off.
Lucifer smiles, and it drips with the uneasiness of a widely smiling stranger knocking at someone's window at midnight.]
Manners, Castiel.
A little privacy, for Sam Winchester? Hm?