Lucifer's Dreamwalking

[endoftheverse]

 

Comment here with your character in the middle of a dream while sleeping at night, and Lucifer will appear.

(He will be appearing at random to new CR, just looking around for company...!

But can also be summoned into dreams after any praying that is directed to 'angels' or to Lucifer directly.)

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[endoftheverse]

[Lucifer's eyebrows raise at the insult, but seems more than content to leave it be. He would have been angry in Dean's shoes, too. Angry to be jerked around and used and manipulated, all because he loved his family a little too much.]

You know, Dean, despite everything — I don't particularly hate you. Not like I do all the other unpleasant human-shaped leeches, roaming the earth. In fact, I owe you... You may have come up short for Sam, but you never let me down.

I never would have been here if you didn't break the first seal; if you hadn't undervalued yourself, threw yourself away at the first opportunity to ensure my vessel's survival and picked up that blade—

Well. The devil wouldn't be here.

[He licks his teeth, blood still painting them.

The air is thick with a suffocating warmth, but Lucifer radiates cold; too hot on Dean's back, frigid cold on Dean's front.]

So, you know. That's why I decided to pay a little visit. While everyone loves to give Sam credit for starting an apocalypse — for freeing me... you're an unsung hero. It's a little unfair of me not to appreciate your hard work.

[nottheonlytraveler]

[Dean thinks it's impossible for him to feel worse, and the Devil seems to take that as a personal challenge; his eyes fall shut as Lucifer explains every favor Dean seems to have done for him, how all of his choices and all of the ways in which he thought was fighting to save his brother were actually damning Sammy (and the whole world) instead.

He's caught in the epicenter of a variety of sensations; a brutal cold to the front, a scorching heat to the back, and the lead weight of all the guilt and all the self-loathing that he carries with him, increased tenfold as Satan thanks him for all the good he's done.

He opens his eyes, but he might as well be dead inside for all that they resemble those of an unseeing corpse.

He wants to tell Lucifer that he's wrong; that he's lying. But why would the Devil need or want to lie about something so truly goddamn awful?

Dean chokes on his tears and the words that he wants to say, and then he wakes up in a start.]