𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾

Dean froze on the spot, staring at the man in front of him. He swallowed hard. He realised then that for once this guy could be telling the full truth. “Oh yeah? Why? What do you actually gain from this?”

Dean grits his teeth. He was at a total loss. He stared him down. “Judging by that chuckle I take it whatever the reason is, it’s not positive”

Deans hands clenched. “Fuck you. There must be something you want. You aren’t just here for a friendly visit.”

Dean took a long breath. He realised how stupid he sounded, and how he pretty much had nothing right now. But in typical Dean fashion he pressed on anyway. “Maybe.”

Dean shot him a look. He bit the inside of his cheek. “You’re making it extremely hard for me to keep myself calm, Lucifer.”

Dean scoffed, folding his arms. “Pressure of what? I don’t fold easy. Took me thirty years in hell to crack, so try me.”

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, eyebrows furrowing. “Great….just a normal Saturday being annoyingly tormented by the devil I guess” His voice was dripping with sarcasm

Deans jaw tightened. He stared at lucifer. “What do you want, anyway?”

Dean shoots Lucifer a glare, holding his chest slightly. “Oh shut your trap. And wipe that shit off your face.” He grumbled, referring to the pout.

Dean jumps, immediately swinging around to face him. “Fuck dammit! People really need to stop doin’ that.”

God fuckin’ dammit 😒

Now what the hell is lucifer doing with a bunch of rainbow stickers 🤨 NOW HOW THE HELL DID HE GET MY LAPTOP?