Dean yanked the cord off his neck just before Lucifer pulled him in for a soul searing kiss. Dean wished it was really Cas kissing him, he practically ached for it. The soft skin over hard muscle beneath him, the warm, chapped lips beneath his own. He groaned into the mouth against his own as his own hands ran over solid flesh and held him close. It wasn't until he pulled away that the spell broke once more and Dean shook his head.

"You're not Cas...and I'm not showing you how anything feels." He is willing enough to allow Lucifer to takes what he wants...but he's not going to give in and willingly participate. Not just yet anyway. He realizes it's probably a bad idea, that he's making a poor choice. But he knows that he wouldn't be able to pretend like that. Suddenly his grand idea to just go with it and imagine it was Cas didn't seem like it would work.