Tired after a long day, Alastor hummed as scanned hotel rooms. What did Charlie say his room number was again..? 6? He couldn’t exactly remember in his tired state so he shrugged and just went to the first door he saw had a ‘6’ on it.

Big mistake

And now, he had unfortunately ended up in a sleeping Lucifer’s bed after entering the wrong room. Cuddling.

“..Lils.?” Came Lucifer’s soft unconscious mumble. Al flinched, why did it hurt to have his rival call out her?