Summary: Crowley and Lucifer have a fight in hell- who's the best Devil?
Pairing: Crowlifer (or Lucley)
Crowley whistled as he strolled over to Lucifer and Michael's cage, sighing in relief when everything was normal… for once. Normally, Lucifer and Michael would argue or be shouting abuse at other cells… But today, they were just calm. Michael was asleep, and Lucifer was sitting calmly in the corner of the cage.
"Hello, Luci. Calm for once, eh? Losing your touch?" Crowley teased, but was caught off guard when Lucifer ran to him and grabbed his coat, pulling him towards the cage bars.
"Don't ever think I've 'lost my touch', Crowley." Lucifer snarled, before pushing him backwards, Crowley's mouth open in awe.
"Yes… well…" Crowley mumbled, before regaining his cool composure. "I opened Purgatory." Crowley lied.
"Tried to. From what I heard, Castiel opened it."
"I helped stop the apocalypse."
"Barely. Wheras I was the apocalypse."
"I control hell."
"I am hell."
"Are we seriously having a fight over who's the best devil?" Crowley asked, eyebrows raised.
"It appears so. I got Sam Winchester to say yes." Lucifer countered.
"I-…" Crowley began.
"If you don't shut up now, I swear I'll throw as many things as I can at your heads. This is the first time I've been asleep in ages, and I sure as hell…" Crowley smirked at that. "…Am not gonna give it up so you two can have a bitchfight."
"Such language…" Crowley teased, and tutted as a shoe was thrown at the cage bars.