We Belong Down Below | Lucifer & Dean
The last thing Dean wanted was a cure. To be free of his demons, would be complete disappointment. The hunter had grown to like the disease. He loved it, as a matter of fact. The chaos, the ruthlessness, the spark in his step. All factors the human part of him held locked away, and for what? The greater good? World peace. Saving people, hunting things. The family business. That was just about the biggest joke the demon had ever witnessed inside the hunters frazzled little mind. He’d seen it all. The compassion, the sacrifice, the toll it all took on the demon’s vessel. Why would he ever want to go back to that?
He wouldn’t, he refused. He’d find a way, and he did. It didn’t take much to convince the evil skank witch to help him. Rowena wanted Lucifer out of the cage (almost, if not more) badly than Dean himself did. With Lucifer free, Sam would stay occupied and the demon would continue to pilot the younger Winchester’s hopeless older brother.
Being the last Knight of Hell, the demon would be the rightful King’s strongest asset. Best in class. He wouldn’t find another demon in the lot, with the skills he possessed. Inherited by the Mark of Cain, himself. Laced with the knowledge and agility the famous Dean Winchester previously possessed before the curse– gift, rather.
“What’s the plan today, hot stuff?” the demon asked his master–choking on the word inside his head. He wouldn’t be anyone’s pet, but he had to play by the rules if he were to get on the King’s good side. He situated himself on the steps below the throne, rolling up his burgundy sleeves and leaning his elbows back against the cold cement, as he looked up at Lucifer lazily. “New world order? Starving children? Making Crowley lick the floor some more? Honestly, his mouth is probably dirtier than the souls of a thousand prostitutes- ya’ might want to rethink that one, boss.” He snarked with a sly smirk paying at his lips.
