SPN Oneshots

•Lucifer.

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SPN Drabble.
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You never thought spending your free time with Lucifer would be sometime you had ever looked forward to, but here you were.

It wasn't exactly like you were spending your free time though, as you had only been injured and weren't able to assist Sam and Dean on a cross country hunt. They didn't want to risk even a simple stab wound when it came to you.

So there you were, up close and personal while babysitting the incarnation of evil and dread. Though, surprisingly, it wasn't too bad.

The entire time, all Lucifer had wanted to do was make jokes and play cards, which he was incredibly talented at, to his credit. For someone who said he never played before, you felt like he was pulling your leg.

"How are you so damned good at poker? Are you cheating or something like that?"

You accused as you threw your cards down at the table upon seeing his straight flush. It thoroughly frustrated you seeing his smug smile at your dismay.

"Just like how I can't lie, I also can't cheat. But I can't be telling you all of my secrets, now can I?"

Lucifer coyly responded as he swiped your cards and the rest of the deck in his hand, showing off as he shuffled them together with a tilted head and cheshire smirk.

"Bunch 'a horseshit..."

You grumbled lowly, crossing your arms as you leaned backwards in your chair, tilting it back ever so slightly.

His grin always pressed your buttons and effortlessly pissed you off, but when he was beating you at the game you prided yourself for? That was it.

"Seriously, tell me. How are you so good at poker? We've just started and you're kickin' my ass, royally!"

"I might've fibbed. Only a little, promise."

He touched his forefinger to his index as he laughed halfheartedly, your expression taking on a more tense edge.

"I've never personally played any gambling games. Though, Nick has."

Lucifer continued to shuffle the cards in his hands back and forth as he mumbled, flipping them over as he admired the card's craftsmanship.

"I'm guessing he was better than me, then. How suave."

You rolled your eyes as you leaned forward once again, unimpressed. You rested your elbows on the table as Lucifer deals the cards, watching over his movements, though not intentionally.

He catches your cold gazes with his own, his attention flicking to your eyes before the rest of your face. A prideful smile on his features.

"Good enough for tournaments, actually. As I flick through these memories, I actually find myself quite impressed."

"That's the only secret you're gonna let me in on, then?"

"If I told you every single one of my secrets, you'd never look at me the same again."

"And I was under the impression you didn't care what anyone thought? I already look at you like you've got four heads anyways, Lucifer. "

"Well, in all technicality, I do actually have four heads. You're eyes would melt into a puddle if you saw my magnificence."

He boasted lightly, tilting his head back as he gestured to his vessel's face with his thumb.

You'd admit, Nick really wasn't that bad looking of a guy. He was actually quite handsome if you had to say it. The man inside, on the other hand, was one you certainly had some internal conflicts with.