“So,” she giggled. “When will Damon’s wingscome in?”Damon fl ushed and sat beside her, completely embarrassed.Dean cracked an amused smile and glanced at his son.“Damon’s a bit of a late bloomer,” he explained. “His wings’llbe coming in any time now.”“Father…” Damon whined.”

“I don't like the taste it leaves in my mouth. ... Besides, OJ tastes better.Is that supposed to be a pun? If so, I'm telling on you.”

“Are we witnessing a mating?”“Mm-hmm.”Brilliant.This is awkward.Could be worse.How so?They could be having sex.”

“You’re rich enough to sustain two houses.”“Of course I’m rich enough,” Lucifer replied dryly. “I’vebeen alive for nearly four thousand years. There would beserious problems if I wasn’t well off enough to save this idioticAmerican government six times over.”

“No, you wont,” Sarah grinned. “That means you’d have toactually see him partially naked, and you’d vomit before youcould fi nish the job.”“True,” Travia amended.“Hey!”“Um, can we stop talking about my little brother’s ballsand shit?” Eiríkr asked with a disgusted grin.”

“She was still looking down and she saw tears spill from her eyes and fall toward Damon’s outstretched arms. Elena didn’t know why she was crying, but part of it was sorrow for her ever having doubted him.Because Damon wasn’t just on her side. Unless she was wrong, he was willing to die for her - was courting death for her.”

“But then she remembered something else, just a flash: looking up at Damon’s face in the woods and feeling such—such excitement, such affinity with him. As if he understood the flame that burned inside her as nobody else ever could. As if together they could do anything they liked, conquer the world or destroy it; as if they were better than anyone else who had ever lived.I was out of my mind, irrational, she told herself, but that little flash of memory wouldn’t go away.And then she remembered something else: how Damon had acted later that night, how he’d kept her safe, even been gentle with her.Stefan was looking at her, and his expression had changed from belligerence to bitter anger and fear. Part of her wanted to reassure him completely, to throw her arms around him and tell him that she was his and always would be and that nothing else mattered. Not the town, not Damon, not anything.But she wasn’t doing it.”