Alright, people kept asking for a little bit more from this story so I'm adding just a couple shorts. There will definitely be at the very least, one more. One where Sam wakes up. So look forward to that. In the meantime, another reader request, Lucifer interacting with Crowley.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, duh.

Warnings: Samifer if you squint but could be Gen if you want, no biggie.

The last few days had been sufficiently tense and awkward at the bunker. Of course, Lucifer's own presence was a major contribution, but the major conflict lied in the fact that the youngest Winchester had yet to wake after his soul had been reunited with his body. And with each hour, the oldest Winchester grew more and more restless and increasingly more suspicious and agitated around Lucifer. So much so that Lucifer had taken to avoiding Dean and any altercations which might threaten Lucifer's precarious position in Sam's life by hiding in Sam's room, keeping a constant vigil by Sam's unconscious form. But in the comfortable silence, as Lucifer patiently awaited the re-awakening of his vessel, Lucifer had a lot of time to think and plan. Yet some part of his mind kept returning to the demon in the basement.

Now Lucifer had no intention of establishing himself as any type of ruler over the hell spawn this time around (he had a feeling him being in a position of power would upset Sam) but there were certain laws which would have to be made clear if the hell spawn wanted to avoid a good smiting. Which was why Lucifer was currently on his way down into the deeper bowels of the bunker, in search of a self-proclaimed king of hell.

"I can hear you shuffling around out there Moose!" Crowley called out whilst Lucifer approached the dungeon. Lucifer snorted out a soft laugh, more a puff of air than anything, and ignored the warm feeling in his gut at being mistaken for Sam, probably due to Crowley's bound powers and the similarities between Sam's soul and Lucifer's grace. "Come to—"

Lucifer stepped into view and Crowley broke off, stuttering—"To-to-t-t-…"

The room fell into a charged silence, Lucifer leaning back against the metal shelving unit, his arms crossed, his expression calm, his body language casual. In comparison, Crowley sat ram rod straight and tense in his chair, eyes practically bugging out of his head as he stared at Lucifer.

"Fergus," Lucifer broke the silence, intentionally using the demon's first name. There was another short silence before Crowley stuttered out:

"Bollocks," Lucifer cocked an eyebrow at him. "You can't be here," Crowley denied.

"Hm? Really? An yet I've heard some interesting things about you as well demon. Something about a king of hell?" Lucifer pretended to tap his finger to his lips in thought. "It is interesting what happens when one's trapped in the cage for just a few Earth years."

"I don't – It's not –Just –" Crowley stumbled, attempting to recover verbal ground. "More of a reagent of Hell sir!"

"Is that so?" Lucifer inquired, forcing his face to remain solemn as a smirk tried to force it's way in. It was amusing watching the hellspawn flail in terror.

"Of course! I wouldn't dare –" Crowley broke off once again as Lucifer pushed away from the shelving unit, stepping toward Crowley. The demon tensed, mentally cursing up something foul for being chained to the chair while the Devil himself cornered him.

"Relax demon," Lucifer finally let his smirk show as he stepped around behind Crowley, his hands behind his back as he pretended to study the wards along the wall, while truthfully he just wanted to make the demon uncomfortable by standing where the hellspawn couldn't see. Crowley craned his head back as much as he could, twisting in an attempt to always keep Lucifer in his sight. "I'm not here to kill you."

"You're not?" Crowley questioned, momentarily caught off guard, eyes wide and slightly slack jawed before he recovered. "Well – I mean, good – that's ah good. Then –" Crowley's brows drew together in confusion. "Why are you here again?"

"I'm doing you a favor," Lucifer moved in front of Crowley once again, his face carefully indifferent, hands still behind his back, head slightly cocked. "I won't kill you – and in return you can fill me in on what I've missed since I was returned to the cage."

"That's –" Crowley gulped. "I think we can come to a reasonable agreement," Crowley would do anything to not be killed, he'd survived this long after all.

"I had suspected," Lucifer smirked. Crowley's will to live was quite amusing in a demon, almost like a cockroach that just kept showing up, just when you'd thought it'd died. "And don't worry –"

Lucifer slammed his hands down on the table in front of Crowley suddenly, causing the demon to jump in his seat and gulp as he meet the Devil's gaze. An evil smirk bloomed on Lucifer's face.

"We have plenty of time to 'chat' "

I know this is really short guys but it was surprisingly hard to write. Crowley is a pretty weird character to predict the actions for and I was having trouble with the dialogue flow. Hope this was okay anyways. Read the top notes!

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