Cold Blade
E/O Drabble challenge, word: blow.
Summary: Surely Hell is a place that leaves its marks on a soul. Marks you can't see – if you don't know what to look for.
A/N: Still looking for explanations to make me feel better with the situation – and all of a sudden this one crossed my mind. Okay, maybe it's not exactly soothing - probably I just missed the good ol' times :-)
Lucifer sat in front of the blue flames, a smile on his scarred face. It'd been touch and go for a while. He still couldn't believe that Gadreel, of all angels, had entered his private playground. His brother, his enemy, his first victim. But like so long ago, the other had been too vain to notice his presence. Not even Castiel had sensed him, rooted in the darkest depths of Sam's soul, blowing a fire that would be cold enough to forge the blade for his revenge. Ah, the pleasure to watch the Winchesters drift apart. He shivered with delight.