HK: Just a little Supernatural drabble about Michael and Lucifer in the Pit. Everyone assumes they'd be fighting, but, well... I think this speaks for itself? Dedicated to Sanity'sOverrated, who has also been having a Michael-the-housewife kick, although naturally she's doing it far better. :P

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any derivatives thereof! Except my cracky little alternate universes. :P But I make no money from them.

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Lucifer woke up to the smell of pancakes. He rolled over in bed, smiling sleepily at the door. As expected, the other side of the bed was empty but the door was open. Clad only in his pajama pants he pushed himself up, padding quietly from the bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen.

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Sure enough, there was Michael, humming softly as he stood in front of the cooker. Occasionally he would flip the small fluffy pancakes in the frying pan.

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Lucifer had never seen anything more beautiful in his life than his big brother, standing in front of that window in his own blue pajama pants and the pale pink frilled apron. He even still had bed head.

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Lucifer couldn't resist sneaking up behind his brother, wrapping his arms around Michael's waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.

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"Morning, love," he said softly. Michael gave him a completely at peace smile, turning his face to bring their lips together in a chaste kiss.

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"Hey. I was hoping you'd be up soon. I missed you." The elder arch angel's eyes were warm and loving in a way they hadn't been in centuries. Lucifer let himself fall into them, nuzzling the side of Michael's neck.

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"Having mornings like this with you, it's hard to believe we're still in the Pit." Which was true. This may all be one of his creations, but Lucifer couldn't bring himself to care as Michael smiled that loving smile.

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"As long as you're here, I'm happy."

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"Then this is Heaven for me," Lucifer decided, bringing their lips together again.

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HK: What? Michael is a gorgeous housewife! :P