Dean stared at a man across the street who was slumped down in a chair, arms crossed looking ... Well, sulky. He frowned, watching the man because he couldnt be who Dean thought he was. And if he was what the hell was he doing in a tiny sea side town in California. The hunter sighed and crossed the street walking over to him and sitting across. "Please tell me you are not who I think you are. And if you ARE what in hell are you doing here?!
Lucifer looked up as Dean sat across from him, slowly straightening up in his chair. “What? The devil can’t enjoy a nice day in a seaside town?” He asked with a small smirk. “Well what else am I supposed to do, Dean? I can’t always wreak havoc, it gets a little tiring after a while.” He smiled at the Hunter, leaning across the table. “You don’t seem very happy to seem me, Dean. Didn’t you miss me?”
“That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t take his anger out on Sam and it would be worse than mine.” Lucifer shrugged and rolled his eyes. “I don’t know if Adam is out of the cage or not, I don’t really care either. I’m guessing he is but he definitely won’t want to see you.” He raised and eyebrows slightly, leaning back in his chair as well. “Me? I didn’t do anything to him, it was all Michael and his gang of angels.”
“Riiight, in Hell you want me to believe you dis nothing to Sam. Sure. Of course.” Dean scowled. “Adam has no reason to be pissy at us, HE agreed to your stupid plan, we tried to stop him. You angels don’t give a shit who you lie to, just as long as someone says yes.”
Lucifer sighed, knowing Dean would never believe a word he said. “You’re starting to make me annoyed, Dean.” He shook his head and smiled. “You dragged Adam into this world. I mean, first you get him and his mom killed and then you refuse to say yes to Michael so he has no choice but to bring plan B back from the dead.”