AN: Haaaa I haven't been writing ANYTHING the last couple of months.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or ANY of it's characters! And obviously I don't own you. Or do I..?
Sympathy for the Devil
Rage, alarm and slight fear was the only emotion I felt at the moment. The damn Devil literally just busted down my hotel room door. It had startled me so badly I'd shifted. My wings spread out over half the room, stiff and ready to fly. My talons scraped the floor and my scales rustled as I shifted around to glare daggers into his eyes.
Lucifer stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest with a inquisitive stare painted on his face. I think he looked amused too. Anger welled up and threatened to explode in the form of flames from me. I was lucky it was nighttime. The open doorway exposed my true form to the outside world; had it been day, I might have well have been waltzing around Wal-Mart in my true form.
I swept my tail to the side, feeling myself bristle. Not a word had been spoken yet. I broke the silence. "What do you want?" I spat, feeling a slight satisfaction as I loaded my tone with venom.
Lucifer simply blinked innocently. "C'mon. You're treating me like Hitler and I haven't done anything. Well.." He flicked his gaze to the door and then back to me. "I just knocked off the door. It's nothing that can't be fixed." He sniffed.
"That's not answering my question." I growled, arching my neck to tower over him - or as much as I could, considering the ceiling. He didn't seem intimidated. It irritated me.
He unfolded his arms and gave me a look. What kind of emotion was that? I couldn't tell. Or remember.
He picked up the door and set it back on the frame, shifting and reaching for the hinges. I sprang up, agitated, and slapped his hand with the end of my tail, which might as well have been a whip.
"Answer the question!" I snarled, baring my teeth. I was only twenty six, but I was at least formidable. I stood at eight feet tall, neck stretched vertically.
Now he just looked smug. "I was just curious. Geez." He flung his hands up in the air. "No need to be hostile. I haven't even been nasty one bit and here you are attacking me verbally." He shook his head and made a clicking noise with his tongue.
I hissed and exhaled smoke in his face. Lucifer coughed and swatted the cloud away dramatically. "I'm just hear because I thought I could make a bargain with you." He mumbled with a slight smirk. I hated it. It made me want to melt the flesh off of his vessel with dragonfire.
"Just have some sympathy for me," he sang. I just glared dangerously. I'd always been like that. It didn't matter that I was facing down the Devil himself. If I was going down, it would be going down fighting viciously.
"Get to the point already, asshat." I seethed, unmoving.
He blinked, a false look of hurt in his eyes. "I was going to keep the Winchester's off you're tail, but with an attitude like that, deal's off." He snapped.
I snorted, turning heedlessly and whisking my tail across his throat, which I would have cheerfully ripped open.
"No." I spit back. "I'm fine on my own. I don't need to have you of all people to owe something." I hissed. I could hear his frown.
But he kept quiet for a moment. "Okay then." He said with a grin, and I wheeled back around. The Hell? Where'd he go? I got my answer when I heard a rustle and whirled back around again. I almost crashed into a large frame. The Winchester brothers were standing in my hotel room, looking armed to the teeth.
Well isn't this just my damn luck.