"THIS IS AWESOME! I THOUGHT THAT I WAS GONNA HAVE TO PLAY WITH CLAIRE-BEAR ALL BY MYSELF! He walked over to Sam and put a hand up to the side of his mouth and whispered at him like he was trusting Sam with state secrets. "To be perfectly honest, having an audience last time was a real turn on! I got off on it!"

"LET US ALL GO, LUCIFER!", Dean snarled. "LET US GO AND MAYBE I'LL KILL YOU QUICKLY, YOU SICK MOTHERFUCKER!" Lucifer rolled his eyes at Dean's ranting. "YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR MMMPH...!" Lucifer sealed both of their mouths with the snap of his fingers. He snickered at the older brother. 'Such a hot-head!', Lucifer thought to himself. 'He's gonna be fun to mess with'. He paced back and forth in front of the Winchesters, rubbing his chin, trying to decide what fresh Hell he could put them through. Put Dean through.

"I knew you had feelings for my little Claire-Bear, Dean", Lucifer said. "But I never thought you'd have the nerve to come back here!" He stopped in front of Dean and patted him on the cheek playfully. "I'm impressed!" Even though Lucifer had taken his ability to speak, what Dean couldn't say with words, he made clear with his eyes. Eyes that said, 'I'M GONNA RIP OFF YOUR HEAD AND SHIT DOWN YOUR NECK!'

A soft whimper came from behind Lucifer and Dean's eyes shifted to the girl lying in a heap on the floor. This didn't go unnoticed by the King of Hell. When Dean's eyes swiftly turned back at him, Lucifer grinned and slowly turned toward Claire. When he began to stalk toward her, Dean began to stuggle and scream behind his sealed lips. Lucifer looked over his shoulder at Dean and winked at him as he stopped in front of Claire.

Claire looked up into the red glowing eyes of the creature that would forever haunt her dreams. She tried to scramble backward on her butt, but the sheet became tangled around her feet and she didn't get very far. Lucifer grabbed her by the hair, yanked her to her feet, and jerked the sheet away from her body. Lucifer dragged her toward the brothers and shoved her face first up against the wall.

"NO!" Claire screamed, trying to shove away from the wall and away from him. Lucifer grabbed her wrists and held them over her head with one hand. He started nibbling and sucking at the back of her neck and she did her best to shrink away from him but she was trapped with the brothers on either side of her and Lucifer pressed up against her back.

"I think it's time to finish where we left off, don't you?", Lucifer cooed in Claire's ear. She couldn't answer. All she could do was cry. "OH! Don't cry, Sweetheart! Don't you wanna put on a great show for Dean-o? He's watching, ya know?" Claire looked up at Dean and Lucifer snapped his fingers, causing Dean to drop his head and look back at her. His whole body was shuddering with pent up anger and there were tears in his eyes.

Lucifer kicked her feet apart and pressed himself closer to her. He started grinding his crotch into her ass as he panted down the back of her neck. Claire whimpered, knowing this was going to happen and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. She felt his erection pressing into her lower back and she started to tremble. Lucifer bent lower and grabbed his shaft to line it up with her rear entrance. When he stood up straight, he impaled her on his cock. Claire wailed in agony. Dean continued to growl and shake with rage as he stared at the horrible scene, unable to look away.

"Like what you see, Dean?" Lucifer was staring up at Dean, enjoying the taunting. "She's so fuckin' tight!" He fucked her relentlessly, groaning and panting. "She's the sweetest nectar I've ever tasted!" His free hand slid down and stopped on her hip, squeezing it harshly. "It's a shame you'll never get to sample it, Dean-o!" His thrusts became violent as he neared his release. Not once did he look away from Dean's face. The rage and grief coming off of him was turning Lucifer on.

A figure walked out of the shadows on the far side of the room and approached silently, carrying a golden knife with a spiral-shaped blade. He walked up behind Lucifer and raised the blade above his head. Lucifer paused, smirking up at Dean.

"Hello, Crowley!", Lucifer purred without turning around. Crowley froze in mid-swing. Not because he was afraid, but because Lucifer had frozen him to the spot. "Wait your turn. I'll be along momentarily". He went back to pounding into Claire, fast and hard. He had been interrupted and had to chase down that high again. He moaned loudly when he found it.

Nothing was going to stop him from taking whatever he wanted from whoever he wanted. This sort of control was the ultimate power trip for him and it was intoxicating. He wished he could drag this moment out forever, but his human vessel wasn't able to hold out any longer. Lucifer emptied his balls into Claire's bowels with a shuddering bellow. He stood there a moment with his cheek on Claire's shoulder. He continued to stare up at Dean, panting. Then he backed way from her, letting her fall to the floor in a heap.

"I hope that everyone is enjoying the show!", Lucifer called with a heavy satisfied sigh. He rubbed his bare stomach as though he had just eaten the most filling meal and was now over full. He looked up at Dean and the look of utter devastation on his face was worth every demon he had lost to get to this moment. Hell, he would have sacrificed every demon he had just for the pleasure of witnessing the destruction of Dean Winchester's spirit at his hands.

Lucifer released Dean's head and his mouth and the most gut wrenching wail flew from his lip, that even Crowley had to swallow hard at the sheer emotion of it. His wail eventually faded into quiet sobs as his head dropped to his chin. Sam's heart broke for his brother and for Claire, who was huddled against the wall, trembling. Their plan to take Lucifer by surprise had failed and he didn't know if they would be able to salvage this situation. Dean looked like a broken shell of his former self and Claire looked like she was in shock, staring into space.

"Now, what to do with you?" Lucifer turned to face Crowley and waved his hand, sending the blade in his hand soaring to the corner of the room. "Ya know, you continue to amaze me, Crowley. I've humiliated you, beat you, debased you, and even killed you! Yet you keep coming back for more! Why is that?" Lucifer scratched his chin, thinking. "Either you're a masochist and enjoy pain, or you've been hangin' around the Winchesters too long".

"Claire!", Sam whispered. She didn't look up or even flinch. "CLAIRE!" He whispered more harshly. There was another long pause before Claire finally raised her head and looked at Sam with defeated eyes. "We need your help, Claire. I need you to get the blade! PLEASE!" She looked over at Lucifer as he conversed with Crowley. She curled in on herself and shook her head violently.

"I...I can't!", Claire stuttered.

"Look, I know you're scared! We all are! But, you're the only one who can help us". She slowly raised her head and looked at him again then looked over at Dean, who was crying softly. Claire's face contorted in pain for Dean. She wasn't going to let him die like this. Not when she could do something to stop it. She reluctantly nodded her head at Sam and slowly began to crawl to where the Archangel blade lay, keeping her eyes on Lucifer the entire time.

"I am really going to enjoy myself today!", Lucifer shouted, rubbing his hands together. "So much to do! So many people to torture!" Lucifer suddenly reared back and let his fist fly into Crowley's face. The only thing that kept him upright was the fact that Lucifer had his feet glued to the floor. Crowley grimaced and blinked several times, trying to clear his head and his vision.

"It's comforting to know that I still hold a special place in your heart, Lucy!", Crowley said, spitting blood out onto the cold, dirty floor. "I'd hate to think you don't love me anymore!"

"You've gotten in my way for the last time, demon!" He raised his hand, ready to snap his fingers and turn him to ash, when he saw Crowley's gaze shift ever so slightly to the left. Lucifer turned just in time to see the sharp edge of the Archangel blade come whizzing through the air. He stepped back and the blade just managed to slash a shallow line across his cheek. When he turned his body to shield his face, Claire buried the blade in his left bicep. He screeched and his hold on Dean, Sam, and Crowley was broken. Sam and Dean fell from the wall and slumped to the floor.

Dean looked up and saw Claire, naked standing in front of Lucifer with the Archangel blade in her hand, blood dripping from the tip. He jumped to his feet and ran to her, grabbed the blade from her hand, and shielded her with his body. Crowley jumped at Lucifer, throwing his arms around Lucifer's middle, pinning his arms at his sides. Lucifer roared in rage and flung Crowley backwards. He stared at Dean with a tilt of his head and a smirk.

"You think you got what it takes, Dean-o?" Lucifer beckoned Dean closer with his finger. "Come on! Take your best shot!" Dean hurled himself at Lucifer, bellowing, with the blade raised high over his head. Lucifer grabbed Dean and flung him over his head. Dean crashed hard onto the concrete floor on his back, knocking the wind out of him and the blade out of his hand. It went skittering across the floor and under the bed. Lucifer jumped on top of Dean, and sat on his stomach. He had both of Dean's wrists pinned to the floor. He leaned forward to whisper in Dean's ear.

"I'm gonna make you watch while I gut you're sweet little Claire! And then I'm gonna make you watch me flay the skin off of Sam's body...again!" Lucifer snickered in Dean's face. "You know, I think I've had the most fun playing with you than anyone! Even when I had my cock buried in Claire-Bear's TIGHT. LITTLE. ASS!" Dean snarled at Lucifer, bucking, trying to throw him off. "WHOA! EASY BOY!"

Sam crouched as low as he could as he crossed the room, toward the bed. He hoped that Dean could keep Lucifer busy long enough for him to get the blade. Just then Lucifer felt someone jump on his back and wrap their arms around his neck. He saw a mass of blond hair and knew it had to be Claire. She was surprisingly strong for a girl her size. She yanked him backwards and he fell back on top of her. Dean jumped to his feet and started punching Lucifer in the face.

"DEAN!", Sam shouted and threw the Archangel blade to him. Dean looked down at Lucifer and plunged the blade deep into his chest.

"GO TO HELL, MOTHERFUCKER!", Dean growled.