Setting: Just a few days after 'Lucifer Rising.'

Disclaimer: Buckets of angst ahead, so beware!!! Sick!Sammy, Protective!Dean and Bobby, Hurt!Castiel.

Additional Disclaimer: The boys, Bobby and Castiel are not mine…The Lucifer in this story is a personal conception of our favorite Original Fallen Angel. I own his character and the idea for this story and though I WISH I was raking in a profit for my writing, I'm not, unfortunately. This IS my fun, people!!! Kripke and company own all my toys, damn them…

Warning: Rating higher because of Dean's potty mouth…

What Mayhem and Darkness We Men, We Fools Have Wrought...

Chapter 1:

Give the Devil His Due…

Lucifer's voice echoed strangely in the confines of the small space, giving off the impression that they were in some cavernous room in the depth of a mountain when really, they were still just contained inside the cramped space of the craptastic no-tell motel the brother's were currently staying in.

Dean snuck a side-long glance at Sam, who was passed out and bound to the bed, being smack-dab in the middle of another round of demon blood detox as he was. So far, without Ruby's nor the angel's interference, it seemed to be going much better then the last time. Satisfied, Dean focused his attention fully back onto the Devil. He raised his brow in his trademark "are you fucking serious?" arch and set himself to give the Devil his due for using such unabashed, textbook villain effects.

"Dude…knock it off with the "I–am-the-ultimate-evil-villain" voice and sound effects, 'cause that is so far beyond cliché that it's not even funny…" Dean said with all the snark and attitude he could muster, though he was actually terrified for both himself and especially Sammy. I mean, it's the fucking DEVIL, for Christ's sake! Somehow he, Dean-fucking-Winchester, was supposed to put one over on a dude that had thousands of years and superpowers bestowed by the Big Dude Upstairs himself on his side! What the fuck?!? But through it all, his father's words rang out loud and clear in his head: "Never let the enemy see you sweat. If they see your fear, it gives them a weapon they can use against you" So, yeah, Dean played this little meet and greet off like he would any other time because he'd be damned if he'd let the Devil have any more advantages over him then he already had.

Lucifer, for his part, actually dropped the act and laughed heartily at him. Dean huffed in a perturbed breath, irked at being laughed at but unwilling to rise to the bait, and he waited for the Devil to get on with whatever the fuck he had planned for this little late night visit.

"Ah…Dean, Dean, Dean…that is what I like about humans, though you are most DEFINITELY not worthy of being bowed down to, as Father seemed to think was appropriate, but still, I like humans. Especially you Winchesters! Such fire! Such snark and how do you say it…Ah, yes! No tolerance for bullshit, always getting straight to the point. I can appreciate that." Lucifer said, smiling a warm, affable smile and casually settling himself into a perch on the edge of the dinged-up table beneath the window.

Dean watched as Lucifer settled into a posture of relaxation and nonchalance. The utter lack of care served only to piss him off even more. Though he didn't know how yet, somehow he was supposed to kick the Devil's ass and defeat him for good and here he was, perched on the table edge, not a fucking care in the world, the bastard!

"What the fuck do you want, Luci? I got too much shit to do and too little time to do it in so what'da ya say we get the show on the road and you get to the Goddamn point already!"

The Devil smiled a half smile, amused by the antics of one so much weaker then he, like a man might be smile at a puppy's playful exuberance and antics.

"As you wish, Dean. I'm here to ask you and little Sammy to join me. Together we can make the angels pay for their insolence and for all that they allowed to become possible now that I am risen. How does that sound, hmm? How about a little payback…a little vengeance for what they put you and your beloved Sammy through…for what they put your parents and grand parents and friends through…" Lucifer said in an oily, cloying tone of voice.

Dean's skin all but crawled at the tone of voice the Devil had slipped into. The slithering, greasy verbal come-on that most people would have fallen prey to in a heartbeat had no visible affect on him. Dean Winchester, however, was not most people. He'd been trained from a very early age to recognize that sort of thing and to use that same tool himself. Apart from his admittedly good looks and his natural charm, he had a carefully cultivated style of manipulation he could call upon to do his job with a minimum of fuss. That being said, he could admit to himself that he did indeed want the angels to pay for all that they'd done but to trust the Devil to help him do that…Fuck no! He maybe not be as smart as Sammy, but he was nowhere near as stupid or that big of a fuck-up douchebag to think anything good would come of that.

"Oh, now don't you worry your pretty little head, Luci. Zach and his buddies are gonna get what's comin' to 'um…and I'm gonna do it WITHOUT your help, thank you very much. And as for this "Join me and rule" bullshit, well you can just take that idea and shove it where the sun don't shine! I'm gonna put the smack-down on the angels and YOU and I'm gonna do it the same way the Winchester have always done it: Our own Goddamn way! So, we done?" Dean spat out in angry defiance.

Lucifer's calm demeanor melted and twisted into a cold fury. "How dare you refuse me, you worthless mud-monkey! Your Insolence I will tolerate only so far…Join me now or be destroyed with the rest of your pathetic race!" he snarled.

"Well, Luci, I guess I'll just have to go with…door number 3. I kick your ass, save the world and mop up the aftermath with the angels' ass-kicking. Oh, and fuck you and the angel dicks with that mud-monkey bullshit, and don't you EVER call my brother Sammy again! I am the ONLY one who gets to call him that, understand? Now, if you don't mind, get the fuck out. I got shit I gotta do that your little visit is interrupting." Dean growled out, his head tipped low, his eyes set in a menacing glare he aimed at the Devil.

Lucifer snarled and hissed out an angry, growling breath. It was not yet time to smite the insolent little mud-monkey but, his patience was wearing quite thin and he almost let himself snap the necks and break the bodies of the Winchester brothers to satisfy the roiling rage burning in his borrowed body's veins. He clenched his vessel's fists as he worked to bring himself back under control. The Winchesters were maddening in their abject refusal to bow to the authority or will of a being so much higher and more powerful than themselves.

"Until we meet again, Dean Winchester…" Lucifer sneered as he disappeared with a rush of wind and the graveyard-quiet whisper of leathery wings.

"Yeah, what-the-fuck-ever, Luci…" Dean said, a harsh puff of breath spilling out of his lips as relief poured in over Lucifer's departure.

TBC….

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