( Dean, for as much as he convinces himself and others of it, isn't a stupid guy. Angry, temperamental, but he knows how to throw a leash around that and reel it in when he needs to. Now, for instance, when it would be easy as hell to flip a table, figure out how to eject someone from his domain, manifest an angel blade, whatever, he doesn't.
He needs intel, which means what he needs to do, much to his eternal Everest-sized frustration, is get Lucifer to talk.
Not that that's ever been hard. Son of a bitch just loves the sound of his own voice.
Loves digging in those little barbs, too, doesn't he? Not all of them stick, but some do, and those make it real damn hard to keep with the let him talk plan. His mouth twitches at that second time bit. The muscle by his jaw thumps unhappily.
He walls it off. )
So which faction am I writing my strongly worded complaint letter to? Or did you burn it to the ground already?
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He needs intel, which means what he needs to do, much to his eternal Everest-sized frustration, is get Lucifer to talk.
Not that that's ever been hard. Son of a bitch just loves the sound of his own voice.
Loves digging in those little barbs, too, doesn't he? Not all of them stick, but some do, and those make it real damn hard to keep with the let him talk plan. His mouth twitches at that second time bit. The muscle by his jaw thumps unhappily.
He walls it off. )
So which faction am I writing my strongly worded complaint letter to? Or did you burn it to the ground already?