Author's Note: wow, it's been ages since I updated, I am so sorry! First I was NaNoWriMo-ing, which failed slightly, then I was away, then I was away elsewhere, and just oy! My apologies. This chapter is kinda bad, but I wanted to put something out so you know I haven't forgotten about you.

Also, guys, I took some MAJOR liberties with Genesis, just FYI. Not sure where that part came from, I guess Luci just has some anger-management issues to work out. ^_^'

(And I just realized that when I deleted the little "BTW I plan to continue this" chapter, all the reviews on that chapter ended up on this one, so yeah, sorry about that, computers are not my strong point.)

"Dean, I don't like this." Castiel's voice was soft but intense as always. Dean continued to pace around the room, cursing internally and avoiding the angel's gaze. He knew this had been a bad plan.

"You're not serious," Sam exclaimed in disbelief. "After all the crap you gave me about Ruby, you're gonna turn around and tell me that this is okay?"

"Chill, Sam, it's not like I married the guy!" Dean replied defensively. "And besides, this is way different from you and Ruby."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, it's different. Ruby was a minor demon, you're having pillow talk with freaking Satan!"

"Look, guys, he's just trying to find his dad and apologize." Dean glared at Sam. "We know what that's like. It's not like he's trying to destroy the planet or kill anyone." Dean was regretting his decision to tell Sam and Cas about his dream more and more with each passing second.

"Dean, Lucifer is called the Father of lies for a reason," Cas reminded him. "You can't trust his words."

"He wasn't lying to me!" Dean's voice was rougher than he'd intended, and Sam and Cas both stared at him. Forcing himself to sound calm, Dean continued, "I just… I know, okay? He was telling the truth." Dean plowed on before either of them could raise another objection. "Look guys, I'm not going to say yes, but I'm not going to tell him to piss off either. I'm all for hearing the rest of what he's got to say, and you're either with me or against me. What's it gonna be?"

The pause that followed stretched far longer than Dean would have liked, and he wondered if he had made a terrible mistake. Finally, Cas bowed his head.

"Of course I'm with you, Dean." When he looked up, his eyes were bitter. "I certainly don't have anywhere else to be."

"Thanks Cas-" Dean started to say, but the angel vanished in a flutter of invisible wings before he could get the words out. Somehow, he managed to be even more abrupt about it than usual. Dean groaned inwardly. Great. The guy wasn't speaking to him again.

When Dean turned to look at him, Sam held up his hands in defeat. " I swear Dean, if you get us all killed, I'm going to find you on the other side and kill you again anyway. What's your plan?"

"Plan?" Dean blinked. "Honestly, I was expecting the two of you to try and lock me up in the panic room or something. I never got to the part about what to do if you actually agreed with me." As Sam continued to stare expectantly, Dean turned away and began to rummage through his duffel, trying to pretend he didn't feel his brother's gaze.

"Just don't do anything stupid Dean," Sam pleaded.

Dropping his bag on the floor, Dean threw himself across the motel bed, burying his face in the slightly musty pillow.

"Dean, I'm serious!"

"I know!" Dean snapped. "I know, okay? Can we be done with the discussion for the night? Just let me sleep in peace?" To his relief, Sam didn't respond, and a few minutes later the lights flicked off. For a long time, Dean just lay awake in bed, trying to figure out if he was doing the right thing. Eventually he drifted off, Cas' warnings still running through his head.

In his dream, Dean found himself at a familiar place, a park in a small town in South Dakota where he had gone when John didn't need him for their current job. It had been the first hunt they had gone on since Sam left for Stamford, and Dean had been torn between missing his brother and hating him for deserting his family. The park had given him a welcome place to escape from his life for an hour or two and just relax.

Now he walked over to the rusty playground and sat on one of the swings, hearing the plastic creak under his weight. The only other sound was the rustle of the wind in the trees, and Dean was filled with the same sense of security the place had always given him. He sighed deeply as he felt the tension go out of his shoulders.

"Somehow, I expected there to be more half-naked women."

Dean didn't even flinch as Lucifer appeared, leaning casually on the swingset support next to him.

"So," the fallen angel continued, digging a toe into the woodchips under his feet. "How was your day?"

"I told Cas and Sam about our conversation the other night." Dean kept his voice steady and his eyes fixed on the ground. In the corner of his vision, he saw Lucifer's foot pause for a moment before resuming its aimless excavation.

"They want us to stop seeing each other, don't they?" Lucifer joked lightly. When Dean didn't respond, he sighed heavily. "Are you going to listen to them? I won't be offended if you do. It wouldn't be the first time someone didn't trust me." Once again, Dean heard the bitter undertones in the angel's words, along with an unspoken accusation that made Dean's heart clench guiltily. He hated feeling guilty.

"Well you can't really blame them," Dean retorted before he could stop himself. "I mean, you did start the whole war in heaven and all. Plus you got humanity kicked out of the Garden of Eden, which kind of ruins the whole 'let's be friends' vibe." The moment the words left his mouth, Dean mentally kicked himself for being such an asshole. He glanced up, wanting to apologize, and found Lucifer staring at him with wide, furious eyes.

The temperature suddenly plummeted about sixty degrees, and Dean shifted nervously. Frost began to creep along the pole that the fallen angel was leaning against, spreading across the ground like glittering fingers. In the distance, thunder rumbled, and the sense of peace that Dean had felt vanished.

"Oh? You know all that do you?" Lucifer's voice was low and venomous. Dean tried to get up and back away but ice crackled up from the ground around his feet, trapping him in place.

"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I'm just on edge and I-" Dean stopped speaking as the ice crept up his legs a little further, the cold seeping through his jeans and biting into his flesh. Needle-sharp shards of ice coated everything, pricking his hands and sides when he tried to move. Lucifer loomed over him, and Dean could feel the force of his frozen wrath.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," Lucifer snarled, clenching his fists. "That woman," he spat the word like a curse, and another wave of cold rolled over Dean's skin, "came to me and asked me to come see this tree, the one my father told her never to take fruit from. She said that she wanted a taste and asked if I could get some of the fruit for her. I told her no. She insisted, and I refused and left." The ice crystals were growing, working their way up to Dean's hips until he wanted to cry out, but Lucifer's words and gaze held him paralyzed.

"The next day, I was called before my Father and accused, by her and that brainless man, of tempting them and tricking them into eating the forbidden fruit. And he believed them. Over me, his son, one of his firstborn. Do you have the slightest idea what that's like?"

"No, I don't," Dean stammered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Dean." The ice shards were growing faster and more wildly, cutting into Dean's arms and legs as he sat there, powerless. "You act like I wanted this, like I somehow deserved to be cast out of my home and hated by my family. I didn't want any of it Dean, not the war, or the fall. And I certainly didn't ever want to sink so low that I needed to ask an imperfect little human like yourself for help. So don't speak so lightly about things you can't possibly understand." Lucifer's voice was shaking with a rage so deep and uncontrollable that it scared Dean shitless. He opened his mouth to respond, although there wasn't really anything he could say, but there was a sudden sharp pain in his back.

As he watched, a spear of ice pierced through his body from behind, the bloody tip emerging just under his ribcage. Dean coughed in disbelief, blood dripping from his lips, and glanced up at Lucifer as icy pain like nothing he'd felt since Hell radiated out from the wound. The devil looked as startled as Dean, the anger fading from his features as he stared at his handiwork. Or maybe it was just his features fading entirely, Dean thought woozily. The edges of his vision blurred and faded to black, and Dean realized that he was dying in his own dream. Again.

So, hope you liked, the next chapter is actually written and just needs to be typed, so you can expect it soon. Love you, thanks for sticking by my story even though I am rubbish with updates! And please review, even if it's just like five words long, even if you hated it, because it makes me feel like I need to keep writing and therefore gets the chapters to you faster! :D