"Shit!" Sam cursed in the kitchen, dropping a knife to the counter beside a pile of minced mushrooms and onions, other such things in respective bowls. His finger dribbled blood and he stuck it in his mouth to get rid of it. He had just been making dinner. Dean hadn't had that in a while, neither had he so, two birds with one stone. He pulled his finger out to inspect it, before another hand, not his own, took it. Lucifer clucked his tongue at Sam with a smirk.

"I told you to be careful." He scolded. When in actuality this was the first time he had seen the arch angel in a week. Maybe Sam had heard it in his head but forgotten.

"I try." He replied with a bright smile. Lucy hummed.

"Right, hold on." He went to the duffel bag that held their medical supplies. From gauze to tylenol to narcotics, they had at lest a little bit of it. He pulled out a band-aid, peeled off it's protective cover, and wrapped Sam's finger up in it.

"Kiss it better?" Asked Sam playfully. Lucifer smiled. He kissed the finger, then his others, and his palm. Wrist and the crook of his elbow up to his neck and then stood on his toes to reach his lips.

"Hope it gets better soon."