"Why? You forget, righteous man? I laid claim to you a very long time ago. You as good as corrupted yourself. You broke. I want you to live, and suffer, and carry on living and suffering until you die, and then you're going to make a wonderful, terrible demon."

He reached up with his free hand, and gave Dean a rough slap across the face.

"Don't talk to him, talk to me."

It was going to be the way things ended for Dean, one way or another. No matter how good he was, how hard he tried, the efforts he went to to purify himself or make the world a better place. He'd go right to Hell in the end.

But right now Hell was on Earth, almost just for him.

He pressed in again, and this time he nibbled at the edge of his jaw, bent in and bit the lobe of Dean's ear, nursing the bruised skin against the warm wetness of his tongue.

Lucifer growled softly, wetly at him, afterwards. "Are you going to make me hurt you?"