A/N: I blame this one on Thru Terry's Eyes. She knows why. And Phoebe gets credit for the image of Mike's wings.
A/N the 2nd: Now, let me explain something. I am not dissing Jared's acting. His performance was chilling, and he did creep me out. However, my muse is a twisted little thing, and this is what we came up with.
Word count each section: 100
Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. Drabble Word: Lap. Michael/Dean versus Lucifer/Sam. This is four related crack-filled drabbles, possible spoiler for The End. Ye have been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, dog gone it. This is for entertainment only, and not for profit.
1. queer eye for the eternally damned guy
The white suit was bad enough.
And then there were the white loafers.
Lucifer inside Sam's skin pranced. He pouted. Not exactly what Dean had imagined.
He held one finger up and out while he drank Earl Grey tea. Tea? Dean thought, with a growing sense of horror.
When he sat down to eat dinner Lucifer/Sam spread that lace napkin daintily over his lap.
"Good grief," Bobby muttered to himself. "He looks fey."
Cas was speechless for once. All they could do was stare.
By nightfall, Dean had had enough. He felt like clawing his eyes out.
He said "Yes."
Three more to go.