If Sam was confused, it was safe to say that it went double for Lucifer. Mortal and bound to Sam (not his vessel but Sam), reduced to hunting base monsters and ghosts, living in tiny motels with lumpy beds and lukewarm showers.
Strange, but it wasn't quite as horrible as he'd initially thought. He still had no patience for witnesses, victims or anyone that required any degree of empathy. But the hunts themselves? They were an entertaining diversion. After all, he'd been created for battle.
Lucifer used up most of the hot water, insisted on driving simply because it made Dean's teeth grate, and Sam kept engaging him, kept talking to him.
He stretches lazily, putting down the tablet Sam had purchased when he got sick of Lucifer using the laptop to hack various websites for his own amusement. "Yes, and stop researching. I told you already it's a vetch, not a wraith. We'll track the nest tomorrow."
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Date: 2013-11-24 03:19 am (UTC)Strange, but it wasn't quite as horrible as he'd initially thought. He still had no patience for witnesses, victims or anyone that required any degree of empathy. But the hunts themselves? They were an entertaining diversion. After all, he'd been created for battle.
Lucifer used up most of the hot water, insisted on driving simply because it made Dean's teeth grate, and Sam kept engaging him, kept talking to him.
He stretches lazily, putting down the tablet Sam had purchased when he got sick of Lucifer using the laptop to hack various websites for his own amusement. "Yes, and stop researching. I told you already it's a vetch, not a wraith. We'll track the nest tomorrow."