Prince of Darkness (Supernatural/The Originals crossover)

Dinner

I quietly close the door to Nathan's room on way out and began walking down the hallway.   Every demon who were around glared at me as I passed their way and did not dare say a word to me. Nor do I care because I hate them as much as they hate me; and I know if it weren't for Lucifer being their ruler and creator, they probably would've taken pleasure in ending my life and possibly torment me in every way possible for all eternity.

I enter the room that I had woken up in earlier today, only to find a short red dress with matching heels and some jewelry set out on the bed. Closing the door behind me, I start getting ready for dinner.

As I finish up, I couldn't help but stare at myself in the mirror and think that this outfit is highly inappropriate for a family dinner. The dress hardly covers any part of my body. Both my upper thighs and my chest are exposed.

No way am I wearing this tonight. I probably wouldn't mind if it were just me and Lucifer or me and Klaus. But since this is a family dinner with me, Lucifer, and Nathan, the dress is out of the question.

Facing the mirror, I was reaching towards the zipper in my dress when I spotted Lucifer's reflection in the mirror.

"Ugh. No way am I going to wear this dress." I shift to Lucifer's direction.

"why not? I think you look lovely. Red's definitely your color." The archangel's eyes narrow down my body. "Looks much better than the purple one." He mutters to himself before meeting his eyes back to mines. "But if you wish to wear nothing at all, I wouldn't mind. Though I wouldn't recommend it considering that my eyes wouldn't be the only ones around."

Says the man giving me a dress that hardly covers anything at all. I look more like a prostitute more than anything at the moment. If it were up to me, I'd be wearing something less revealing and more decent than this slutty dress. But I suppose it's better than being completely naked for a family dinner.

"The dress it is then." I sigh softly, heading to the door, without a protest.

As we head to the dining room, I realize that my hand was locked in his. I quickly depart my hand and clear my throat. "why did you bring me here in hell?"

"I don't think that needs answering." The archangel slightly curved his lips upwards.
Keeping has eyes on me, Lucifer snaps his fingers. Suddenly, jazz music started to play in the background. It didn't take long to realize which song it was. It was the one he and I knew all too well.

I'm a country girl, I ain't seen a lot,
But you came along and my heart went POP!
You took a little street car to my heart,
And an apple of love fell off my apple cart!

You looked at me, my heart began to pound,
You weren't the sort of guy I thought would stick around,
Hey, but it don't have to be eternally;
My bad, bad Angel put the Devil in me!

I can't remember the last time I've ever heard this song. I just knew we ended up making love in the back of the impala. Who knows if we ended up conceiving Nathan at the time. I just know Dean would be beyond disturbed if he knew Lucifer and I had sex in and on top of his car. Even more if he knew we had sex in every single room in the bunker back at home.

"This is our song." I spoke softly.

"Mhm."  Lucifer took my hand and pulled my close to him. "and I must say, I certainly put myself into you in more ways than one."

His fingers intertwined in mines. He took my other hand and placed it on his shoulder, before placing his hand to my hips.

My heart started to pounce against my chest. Before I knew it, our feet glided across the floor. My eyes were locked in his icy blue ones. A part of me wishes to stay with Lucifer and forgive him for all he's done, while the other part of me wants to loath him and hope for his downfall.