Dean couldn't be sure, but he was fairly certain that he and Sam had never spoke about Lucifer in detail. "First of, all? Fuck, Michael." He spat in anger, the archangel still a sore subject for him. "I have never been close to Michael."
He shifted against the stool and set the menu down, his focus on Lucifer for the moment. "You know, I heard the damnedest thing. Word on the street is that you're whipped, like, pussy whipped, with a kid and everything. I thought it couldn't possibly be true and then I met Trixie. That kid really loves to talk. Give her some chocolate cake and she just doesn't shut up." He laughed heartily, looking at the other as if he knew some juicy secrets about him.