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[ Oh look, it's Lucifer. He's not in church for once, he's sitting in front of a fountain in Nonah, at night, kicking his heels, wearing an open black long-sleeved shirt over a red tee with an attractive pitchfork motif on it. ]

Happy birthday to me~ Happy birthday to me~ No, just kidding. It's not my birthday--it is, however almost the 29th of September--Michaelmas. [ He puts on a high pitched voice: ] "But Lucifer," I hear you ask, "I've never even heard of Michaelmas, it sounds like you made it up." "Rude" I reply. [ Lucifer narrows his eyes at the screen, as though actually giving a good telling off. ] "Michaelmas is the celebration of all the archangels, and an excuse to have a big party, a feast in fact, in their honor." Note that I say their honor and not ours. Oh yes, because on this day of feasting and celebration, everyone is invited except for me. That's not very polite, right? I mean, I was once revered, invaluable; the success of many of Heaven's battles pivoted on my contribution.

So I'm feeling a little left out. No more. Not this time. This time I'm going to be the one throwing the biggest party, making the biggest noise, celebrating my brothers and myself. The church will be open to only imPort visitors, starting at eight and running through the evening. There's going to be feasting, music, dancing, alcohol--all of it free. [ He waves a hand. ] Travel between Heropa to Miami will be included, of course. I'll schedule a coach or something.

I know what you're thinking. I'm not going to any party that the devil is throwing, but hey, it's archangel day, and I will - quite literally - be on my best behaviour. The party, though? Hell warmed up. You know that sounds amazing, right? If that's not tempting enough, then I'm throwing in one more treat. For one day only, visitors can ask one of two things: one truth, about anything, or one insight, about themselves. Awesome, right?

Come on, you know you want to. Oh--oh, by the way, if you see any of my carolers out and about, be nice to them. That's all I have to say. [ Except... ] Congrats on catching Crane, by the way.

[ ooc: a log will be going up tomorrow, the ooc post is here. ]

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At least not intentionally, right, Dean?

[ He shakes his head, tutting, and then his expression breaks into grim amusement. ]

Don't get mad. I mean, sure, you've done some awful things in your time, but let's face it, you're still fighting me, aren't you? Still fighting for everything right and good. So gold star to you.

[Dean clenches his jaw a little tighter, glares with a little more malice, but the thing is? Lucifer's right. The things he'd done, the people he'd killed... There was no coming back from that. On the other hand, a heart to heart with the devil, or anyone, about it wasn't something he'd be signing up for anytime soon. Pretending like everything was alright, even if he was dying inside was easier for everybody.]

You, demons, whatever other vampires or ghouls come through those portals. In the end you're all the same. And I will take you down. Again.

[Even if he had to figure out some way to do it alone.]

You've already shot me and set fire to my church, what more can you really do?

I'm not going to mother hen you, but have you considered making peace with your demons? You're not a hunter now; hunters need something to hunt, after all, and you can't possibly hunt something if you know exactly where it is. Face it, you've exhausted your usefulness.

And without Sam--without Sam, you're not even a brother. You're empty.

I could figure out a way to send you back to where we put you, kill you for good. I'm sure I'll think of something.

Peace with my demons? [Dean gives him an incredulous look and makes a noise somewhere between irritated and amused. Unfortunate phrasing, but he can appreciate that.] Somehow I don't really see you as the kind of guy who's gonna settle for a church and a bunch of followers without trying to raise a little Hell. Literally. And I'm willing to bet you've got your own demons or whatever here. And those? Those I will find. And I will end them. Because out of all the filth in this world, you might be the loudest, but you're not the only thing out there. There's always something else.

[And he'd tried, more than once, to stop hunting, but he kept getting pulled back in. As much as he hates it, Lucifer has a little bit of a point there, but he'll be damned if he's going to willingly follow the Devil's advice.

He doesn't quite succeed in not flinching at Lucifer's parting blow, but he does manage to spit back:] Screw you.

[ He quirked his eyebrows, amused by the suggestion and the gall. What does Dean really think he'll achieve after all? Maybe with Michaelmas coming up he'll consider begging for the archangel to come and step in, but Lucifer doubts it. Even if he could get through the barrier between universes, self sacrifice just isn't in this Winchester's vocabulary. ]

Yes well...maybe, and maybe not. [ He licked his lips, then spoke a little more clearly: ] You hear that, Abduxel?

You really think I'm gonna take that chance? [Even if this wasn't Lucifer himself, Dean didn't trust most angels as far as he could throw them. And in his experience? Most of them had some sort of hidden freaking agenda. Either way, he should probably be keeping a closer eye on The devil than he was, but he did actually have a job that he had to go to and other crap he needed to do.

He frowns at the unfamiliar name.] Abduxel? [Not someone he'd heard of before, but he hadn't been keeping up on the network as much as he should have. But if Lucifer was making it a point to mention the name, he'd go back through everything he could. See what he could dig up on whoever that was.]

[ He waved his hand, idly. Who was this Abduxel, even? Make sure to mention his name as often as possible while you're searching, Dean, it'll just make Lucifer's week. ]

Of course you aren't, [ He said, like Dean had said nothing else. ] And that's why hunters tend to die before their time. They just don't know when to quit, when the buck that they're after might turn on its heel and gore them just the same.

[He knows that Lucifer is baiting him, giving the name and then nothing else, but he'll rise to it anyway, hunting down Abduxel until he figures out just who or what it is.]

And if I quit, more people die. You seriously think I'm gonna buy that you'd just let me walk away scott free if I said I was calling it quits? [Even if Lucifer did give him that consideration and Dean actually believed it, the life had a way of hanging on. Shit happened. Even here, he'd had what might pass as a normal life before Sylar cut open his head and Lucifer showed up.]

You would. If Michael comes here, and has no vessel to enter, I'm going to want you intact to accept him. You're still useful to me, and that's really all there is to it.

More people will die. People are always dying. When the lifelong Wall Street trader retires, the market is still trading--it goes on without him. You've already done one apocalypse, maybe I wonder what you're still fighting for. It's not pride.

[At that, Dean bristles.] I'll never say yes to him. Not home. Not here. Why the Hell do you think that would change?

And you're right. People are always dying, but I'm not just going to sit back on my ass and let it happen if there's something I can do about it. It's not exactly like everything settled down after the apocalypse.

Pro Activ Ity.

Back at home, it's not exactly like I was on the game, now, was it? Trust me, Dean, if I put my heart into it, you'd be begging for me to let you say "Yes".

How are you dreaming, lately?

[ Totally ignoring the hero spiel. ]

You'd have to find me first.

["How are you dreaming, lately?" There's a flicker of fear in his eyes that he can't quite hide. His dreams haven't been awful, lately, but he hasn't forgotten Sam's birthday. Dean swallows, presses his mouth into a line.]

Stay out of my head. [Fucking angels.]

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