Made this for the heck of it.
Thought about what would happen if Demon!Dean and Lucifer!Sam had met.
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NO FLAMES
Disclaimer; Don't own Supernatural
Spoiler alert; Season 5 and season 10 slightly
His white jacket glittered as he walked along the rose bushes. Their fresh scent enticed his nose as Sam walked, a smile brightening his face as he stopped only a moment to touch one of the rosebuds. But that was when it died in his hand, causing a sink on both corners of his lips. When the devil turned around he scoffed at the sight.
There before him stood the angel of death himself, Dean Winchester. His grin seemed to kill off any form of happiness inside the place, his cold black eyes shifted back to their old green. "Sammy, how's it going?" He asked, walking across the small space between them to get a closer look.
Four years after the end of the world. Four years of pain on Earth. Croatoan virus was an epidemic that no one could stop. Lucifer had won his battle because Michael could not use his true vessel. Adam and the angel were both dead.
Now Lucifer walks on Earth, for eternity. But God seemed to have some fun making the former angel angry still. Michael's true vessel was granted life, but since Angels were now warded completely off of Earth, God had giving Dean the means to become something that Lucifer hated worse than humans. A demon. In hopes that the hunter inside would still shine and defeat his unruly son.
That very demon stood before him now, cocky grin splitting his face. "Dean." Sam stated, not fully giving Dean his attention, but returning his gaze to the flowers. All which were withering fast. A part of him wanted to throttle the demon for taking away the beauty of the Earth so unkindly, but he didn't dare acknowledge him. He wouldn't shut up then.
"Come on Sam, don't be like that." Dean was suddenly in his face, that cheshire grin breathing out his rancid odor. Sam didn't like it at all, but he was determined to not give the demon such an advantage over him. The demon chuckled as Sam's face contorted to a deep scowl. "Come on, little brother, I'm sure that you're not still sore about me ruining your suit the other day. It was just to for a good laugh. The guys laughed, they thought it was funny." Sam knew that Dean was referring to the other demons, the croats, some of the humans that were still alive only to serve him. They had laughed that day, and Sam showed them exactly what happens to those who dared laugh at the Devil.
Whipping his hair from his face Sam glanced away. He didn't want to talk to the filth before him, no matter the screams in the back of his head that were tearing at the shackles so that they could be free, so that they could see Dean. What he'd become. "My Legion is not your playground. Find someone else to torture." Then he backed away from Dean, beginning his trek back to his throne room.
Something resembling a groan came from Dean and before the Hell King knew it, Dena had his arms wrapped tight around him, hauling him through the air and up against a broad chest. Sam had hardly a time to speak before he felt those lips on his. Tongue begging for entrance, but he did not grant it. It was some time before Dean let room for air to pass between them. Sam, eyes unwavering, watched Dean as he looked at his baby brother. "Can't Sammy," the elder replied, touching his forehead to the other, "I don't care to mess with anyone but my nerdy brother."
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