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[It looks kind of like Dean's got his device propped up on some kind of table or something and he's sitting on a chair in front of it, leaning forward, arms braced on his legs. In the background there's a pale green curtain and there's the constant beeping of medical monitoring equipment.

Dean sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. Honestly, he looks kind of like Hell, but there's a reason for that.] I need a healer. Maybe more than one. My brother - Sam's dying and I don't know if the nanites can heal him fast enough. I know a few people offered to help out when he first got here. We're at the hospital in Heropa.

[There's a pause and he looks like he's going to say something else, but he reaches out and cuts the feed instead.]

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[ Enter Lucifer, in a doctor's uniform some ten minutes later. Didn't take him long to get information on where the imPort is, break into a store room, get dressed--

Lucifer comes in with a nurse, who heads to fuss with taking Sam's blood pressure, while Lucifer matter of factly unclips his board from the end of the bed as though he belongs there, relying on Dean being preoccupied replying to offers of aid on the network to notice that the doctor is not a doctor, at least for a moment or two.

Because what's wrong with Sam--that's interesting. And Dean made a mistake admitting he was here. ]

[It takes longer than it should, for Dean to realize that it was Lucifer there, instead of the doctor that had been assigned to Sam. He offers the nurse a wan smile as she takes down his brother's vitals and goes back to scanning the network. Nothing yet. So he turns his attention to the doctor. And freezes.

The chair clatters to the ground as Dean stands up, pushing it back and getting right up in Lucifer's face, putting himself between the Devil and Sam.] What gives you the right?

[He pushes against Lucifer and the archangel is unmoving. It's like trying to shove aside a brick wall. But Dean doesn't actually need to move him like that. He bunches a hand into the doctor's coat, glowering a at Lucifer the entire time. This is not good and there's no way he's going to let Sam wake up to this. Dean glances over his shoulder at his sleeping brother, hopes to God that the nurse is really just a nurse, and takes flight without any sort of direction or purpose other than "get away from Sam".

A few seconds later, they're in Detroit.] Well isn't this just freaking peachy. What the Hell do you want?

[Just give him a reason to banish your ass six ways from Sunday because he's just looking for an excuse to do it. And he's less than happy about where they ended up.]

[ It's amazing he gets away with it for as long as he does. Sam is sleeping, which is regretful, but then he is very ill. Broken inside. He's also jarringly purified and utterly free of sin, which is...odd. But those things aren't written down in the doctor's notes.

And then the chair is being thrown aside with force, and Dean shoved up against him, furiously angry. Hah. Like it made any difference.

But then there's wings. Lucifer has a moment of surprise when he sees them, and then they're in Detroit, and Lucifer finds himself laughing. A peel of laughter, because it's funny. Detroit is funny, and Dean with wings is funny, because was there ever anyone so unangelic in the whole world? ]

You gave your position away, and I did so want to drop in on little Sammy.

Nice wings, by the way. You didn't have those before.

Yeah. Laugh it up. This is freaking hilarious. [Even if Dean sounds decidedly unamused as he pulls back from Lucifer, still glowering and gritting his teeth together in anger. How dare he just waltz into the hospital like he had any right to be there.]

And I really want to punch your face in, but I guess we can't always get what we want. [Not that he wouldn't try if Lucifer so much as seemed like he was even thinking about heading back to the hospital. But with Sam in as bad of shape as he's in, Dean can't afford to get into a fight with the Devil right now. And he doesn't want to leave Sam alone for long either.]

I got an upgrade. [They're convenient, even if his tone betrays how less than thrilled with them he actually is.]

[ It's really something for Dean to be confronting him the way he is. Such straight faced challenge; defiance, even, like he would stand a chance in a straight up fight. He could reach across and snap his neck in a heartbeat, and considering how close Dean had needed to put himself to fly them halfway across the country, he could have done just that.

But where's the fun? ]

So I see. Still, I've been flying since the moment of my creation and you--which of us do you suppose would make it back to the hospital first?

[There's no way Dean would beat Lucifer in any kind of flying race. He knew it. Lucifer's knew it. But he couldn't just roll over and give up Sam either. He'd die before he let that happen.] You go anywhere near him and I swear I'll make what happened last time look like a walk in the park. There are worse places than Kansas, believe me.

[Every fiber of his being is screaming at him to get back to Sam, but there's nothing to stop this from turning into the competition that Lucifer had threatened if he did do that. No. He needed a way to put the Devil on lock down that wouldn't turn into the fight that it had last time. Dean's no good to Sam if he needs a healer, too.]

I love it when you use empty threats on me. It makes me feel tingly all over. Brr. [ He rubbed his arms like he was cold, which to be fair he was - not that he could feel it himself - then cocked his head to one side. ] The truth is if I wanted to go back and vanish Sammy away to some sequestered Hell dimension, I could have done it already. But I don't--I won't because I have plans. Wonderful plans, and they're no fun at all without the two of you going hell for leather trying to pick up the pieces.

So what I really want is for Sam to get well soon. I'd offer to help but, well, he's already said 'yes' to me once, and look how that turned out. And to think it'd be pie to patch up that mess.

But...Winchester's are too good for that. You'd rather he die. I respect that.

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