#yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas

   Her hands were chained together and cuffed to an impersonal, stainless steel table. The light above her head gave off a WEAK light, and she figured that light bulb had a week left, tops, before it would flicker out and need to be replaced. She could hear voices from behind the one-way mirror; her senses sharper than most. She lifted her gaze to the mirror, looking right where she heard him speak — Special Agent Dean Winchester. She could sort of see past the mirror, and realised she was looking him right in the eye. She smiled knowingly, and gave him a little wink.

   The BLOOD on her hands had dried. She wasn’t here by accident, she had planned the entire thing. For months, she had been leaving messages at her crime scenes for the handsome agent to find. Little notes, little words written on the walls, anything she could get her hands on at the time, really. They were short and sweet at first, just TOYING with the agent. But they progressively got more detailed — because he hadn’t just been watching her, she had been watching him, too.

   But she had decided to get caught with this one, see Dean up close and personal. She had LAUGHED as they had disarmed her, smiled as they put her in the back of a cop car, and she was smiling still. They had no idea what they were dealing with.

   Mismatched golden and blue eyes followed Dean as she watched him through what was supposed to be a one way mirror, and watched him leave the room. She looked at the cops behind the glass.

      “Do you get the feeling she can see us?” one of them asked another uncomfortably, and she smiled wider.

   Her gaze tore away from the mirror, and she once again made eye contact with Dean as he had now entered the interrogation room. Lucifer moved to sit up a little straighter and watched as he put down her file in front of her. The Devil, it read quite simply. She smiled sweetly. That’s what THE MEDIA had been calling her.

I

LOVE

HER