𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑.

You know what? Why the hell not? I’ll drive.

Dean looked down at his finger and then back up at him. He sighed, he knew what he was about to say sounded stupid. “Common courtesy?” But even that came out sarcastic

You know what? Me too

Dean froze on the spot, staring at the man in front of him. He swallowed hard. He realised then that for once this guy could be telling the full truth. “Oh yeah? Why? What do you actually gain from this?”

Dean grits his teeth. He was at a total loss. He stared him down. “Judging by that chuckle I take it whatever the reason is, it’s not positive”

Deans hands clenched. “Fuck you. There must be something you want. You aren’t just here for a friendly visit.”

Dean took a long breath. He realised how stupid he sounded, and how he pretty much had nothing right now. But in typical Dean fashion he pressed on anyway. “Maybe.”

Dean shot him a look. He bit the inside of his cheek. “You’re making it extremely hard for me to keep myself calm, Lucifer.”

Dean scoffed, folding his arms. “Pressure of what? I don’t fold easy. Took me thirty years in hell to crack, so try me.”

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, eyebrows furrowing. “Great….just a normal Saturday being annoyingly tormented by the devil I guess” His voice was dripping with sarcasm

‘Course I did. Sure, join for dinner.

Slow mornin’