[Oh shit. Oh fuck. Dean might not want to believe in the Devil, but in one twist in the conversation, he finally finds he really does have to accept that Lucifer is a real and viable being simply from the way Lucifer goes right for the jugular, poking at the most vulnerable and raw of all the exposed nerves that make up Dean's inner core.
He doesn't see red; he sees green, bright, noxious green, and the rusted iron chains holding him to the rack. Sulfur and brimstone fill his nose, and Dean's nails are digging into his own flesh so hard, he draws blood, and every ounce of color drains from his face.
He stares at the bastard wearing Sam's face for a mask for one long, low moment, and then, without thinking, pulls back his right hand and punches him right in the face.]
cw: violence, descriptions of blood, Dean Winchester's stupidity, etc.
He doesn't see red; he sees green, bright, noxious green, and the rusted iron chains holding him to the rack. Sulfur and brimstone fill his nose, and Dean's nails are digging into his own flesh so hard, he draws blood, and every ounce of color drains from his face.
He stares at the bastard wearing Sam's face for a mask for one long, low moment, and then, without thinking, pulls back his right hand and punches him right in the face.]