"Oh De-ean," Lucifer sang, walking down the staircase, "You have a nice sleep?"
A full day had passed, and just as night began to fall, Lucifer had returned.
The thing in his brother's body smiled, "It's great to see you again Dean. You look well." Dean didn't even raise his head. His chest was still burning, the pain practically unbearable. But… he'd get through this. He would find a way to free his brother.
After all, they'd been through worse, right?
Lucifer grinned, "It's gonna be a good day, Dean. I've got a great feeling." He pulled on a pair of gloves, and caught Dean looking at him.
"You curious about what I'm going to do? Oh don't worry, Sam is too. Oh, I've got the best idea…" His eyes sparkled and Dean felt a dash of fear. He didn't even want to imagine what Lucifer was planning.
He felt Lucifer's cold, gloved hand touch his chest, and he felt a sudden relief. The cold felt so good on his burned skin that he was able to breathe for a moment… up until the point when Lucifer took out the same knife he had used the day before, and cut a line on his chest once more.
Dean gasped at the sting of the knife. What- what was he… He winced in pain as Lucifer began to reach his gloved hand into Dean's chest cavity. Trying not to scream, he scrunched his eyes shut and when he opened them…
…Lucifer held Dean's heart in his hand.
He stared at it in awe. That was his heart. Beating… Beating... Beating… in Lucifer's hand. Lucifer smiled and gave it a light squeeze.
Immediately Dean felt his entire body tense up. Pain pulsated through every vein in his body.
"You know, you can do so much with a heart. You're lucky I'm an angel or you would've just died. Or maybe you're unlucky?" Lucifer chuckled, and squeezed the heart in his hand again, "I could kill you so easily… Dean, you're at my mercy! And according to you humans, well, Satan isn't exactly merciful."
Lucifer pocketed Dean's heart, and immediately Dean felt the pain grow even stronger. Every fibre of his being was crying out.
"Well, see you later Dean," Lucifer stated with a yawn, "Hope you don't mind not having a heart for a while, I've got some business to take care of."
He whistled, tapping the heart in his pocket as he climbed the stairs. And with each tap, a sharp jolt of pain shot through Dean's already damaged body.
It continued like this for a week. Dean had grown used to the constant pressure on him, the constant pain… sometimes worse than others. It would pound against him, filling him with the sensation of dying, and yet, he was still there, still alive.
He hadn't had anything to eat or drink, and his hunger was almost as unbearable as the relentless pain. He supposed the reason he wasn't dead yet was because Lucifer was keeping him alive- in fact, after a while, Dean began to wish he was dead.
It was another week before Lucifer showed up again.
The creaking of the staircase alerted Dean to someone's presence, and he looked up weakly but hopefully, that it was someone who could- who could help him… and when he saw who it was, his expression fell, and he lowered his head.
"Aw come on, didn't ya' miss me at all, Dean?" Came his brother's voice.
He did miss his brother; that was true. But that wasn't his brother anymore. It was the devil.
"You're hungry, aren't you?" Lucifer commented while munching on a slice of bread, "You know, I'd share but there really isn't much, so…" Lucifer took the last bite, "Sorry, Dean."
Dean didn't even bother responding.
"Aw, what, I leave for two weeks and now you won't talk to me?" Lucifer pouted, "And I had all these great plans for today! You know what? I'm gonna go. Unless you talk then I'm not even going to bother being here." He turned to leave, and Dean's eyes widened.
The devil walked up the staircase… and disappeared once more. The pain from his heart began to swell once more.
He was alone. So terribly alone. He shuddered as he realized that he'd rather be with Lucifer than be on his own.
Despite his mind telling him not to, he weakly called out to Lucifer.
A moment later, Lucifer descended down the staircase, holding a knife. Dean eyed him, looking nervous, but still too weak to do much else. Lucifer smiled and waved at the starving man, and then sat down across from him on a chair.
"Dean, I've got a treat for you today. Let's see if you comply." Lucifer leaned back in the chair, and then held up the knife, "You see this?"
He didn't wait for a reply before continuing, "If you listen to me, I'll get you some food, alright?"
Dean stared at him, anxious but hopeful. He wouldn't have that awful emptiness in his stomach anymore… finally…
Lucifer moved towards Dean, and then twisted something on the chains that were holding Dean to the wall, and they broke. He fell to his knees, eyes wide. Although he was freed from the chains he'd been trapped in for so long, he wasn't even strong enough to run.
"Get up," Lucifer commanded.
When Dean did nothing, he grabbed his shoulders and pulled him upwards, so that he was standing on his feet. He tried to glare at Lucifer, but found he couldn't even maintain eye contact. Lucifer snapped his fingers.
Immediately, Dean felt more energetic, and he straightened up. Although he still felt the pain pulsating through his veins, maybe he could try to escape…
"That's not going to happen, Dean," Lucifer said, as if reading his mind, "The door upstairs is locked. But I will open it if you do something for me."
"…What?" Dean asked with a raspy voice.
"Kill me." Lucifer put the knife in Dean's hand, making sure he was holding it before moving his hands back.
Dean stared at him, confused.
"Kill me!" Lucifer laughed, holding out his arms.
It was a normal knife—was this supposed to be some sort of humiliation tactic? Still, Dean wanted to. He wanted to kill Lucifer, send him back to the pit where he belonged… Dean lifted the knife up slightly, weighing it in his hand.
"What are you waiting for? Kill me, Dean! Kill your brother."
