Misunderstood

Dinner was everything you had expected and more. He made it for you himself and he truly was misunderstood. You came to feel sorry for him over a few hours. He was kind like Sam, and so smart. Books lined the walls that towered over his head and he fancied many of the books you did. Conversations went on for hours on every topic and he let you have as much food and drink as you wanted. He was, in truth, still rather angelic. Every now and then, a word would spark a memory that would send you spiraling into tears, but he was there to comfort you. Satan was rather unlike Satan.

"Everyone would suspect me to want to be a Slytherin, but the tests all say I'm a Ravenclaw, so that is my house of choice. Dad can't determine everything, can he?" You smiled at his joking manner for the thousandth time. "I've always been a (Your Favorite House), just like my brother. My parents were both Muggles, hated the whole ordeal. They were never very interactive until my dad was gone and Mom was practically dead. It kinda sucked, but... I shouldn't be talking. I mean, you're practically hated by everyone that you ever loved. I'm sorry, Lucifer," you said softly. He smiled brightly. "No one has used that name in a long time. Thank you," he said. His eyes were alight with fire as he spoke. You shivered from the frigid air and his eyes widened slightly. "Are you cold?" he asked. "A bit," you replied. "Let me help with that," he said, his voice dropping lower than before. 

He scooted closer to you and pulled you closer to him. He was cold, colder than the room, but he had seemed to have forgotten. It was nice to have someone hold you again, even if he was Satan. You yawned and he snapped his finger, putting you in more comfortable and warm clothes. One of his hands rested around your shoulder while the other one danced around your eyes. From his fingers, little dragons breathed balls of fire with galaxies swirling in the background. You knew it was a hallucination, but it still enthralled you. Yawning again, you rested your head on his cold shoulder and watched the dragon for a bit longer before you drifted off to a deep sleep that overtook all your senses.

Your eyes flew open and the image of the Winchester's flashed in front of your eyes. Another face danced behind your eyelids, but you'd grown used to it. You knew his face, his name, his favorites and the things he hated. You loved him, needed him, wanted him. But not mentioning him was the only was to get back to him. So you pushed the thought away and sat up yelling, "SAMMY!" Lucifer was by your side in a moment. You pulled the memories of them saying all those things in the cell back to your mind and the tears came easily. "What is it? You shouldn't have been able to have nightmares, not after I altered it," he murmured. You snuggled deeper into his embrace and sighed. "I miss them. Sam and Dean and John Winchester, Bobby Singer. I want... I want to see them, but I never will and--and--" You faded off and let another round of tears fall onto his chest. You hated tricking him, really. You liked him a lot, but he was your only way back and you knew it. Good thing you'd made Gabriel put the mind reading block on you. A look of something like hurt crossed his face, but dissipated seconds later. "You might be able to. I'll think about it, okay?" he said after a long while of silence. You looked at him and hugged him tight. "Thank you, Luci! I love you!" you squealed. He smiled down at you and you bounced away.

You were happier than you had been in a long time. The chance that you could see Gabriel and the Winchester's again was getting higher with every day you stayed there. You knew you'd been asleep a long time, but after checking a calendar, you realized it had been almost a week. Lucifer had supplied you with an iPod after he discovered your love of music and it had a bunch of songs similar to the ones Dean and John loved.  seemed appropriate, so you plugged in your earbuds and closed your eyes to listen. His voice was rough, but you loved it. It reminded you of Cas a bit.

A few hours later, Lucifer came in and laid down next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist and his head went into the crook of your neck. You took one earbud out and out it in his ear and he hummed along with the song. After a few songs like this, he spoke up. "If you leave, I want to go with you. The Winchester's, they'll be suspicious and hate me for a while, maybe forever. I want to be where you are, by your side for as long as you will allow it. If I let you go, I will come and stay until you die again and we'll be together then. Deal?" You pondered it in silence. Maybe he'd understand. After all, Gabriel was and still is his brother. Perhaps he'd like you enough to let you be happy with Gabe. 

"Alright."