Now I'm hardly the first person to watch Lucifer and think "WOW! What if Dean Winchester met this Lucifer!" So, even though my writing might get lost within the mass of other wonderful stories, here is my take on Lucifer Morningstar meeting the Winchester Brothers. Enjoy!

Chapter 1:

This club was nothing like Dean Winchester had ever seen before. Sure yeah, he'd seen his fair share of clubs and bars but this one? The low hanging lights, the open bar, the luxurious black couches, the dancing women and men; Man was he glad to be in Los Angeles; His green eyes darted about taking in the women and men within this new club, seeing the customers talk, flirt and drink. According to the talk within Los Angeles, Lux had just opened, to Dean's dismay, he wasn't here to watch the dancers or hang out. He was here to scope out the owner of the club: one by the name, Lucifer Morningstar. Dean scoffed, as he sipped at his whiskey, sitting at the bar. His fake FBI badge gleamed within the low light, causing a few glances to his way. "Lucifer Morningstar….is he even fucking trying to stay hidden?" Dean whispered, swirling his whiskey some.

"Funny you ask that, because no, I'm not, although no one really ever believes me." A British voice rang through the music, his words tickled Dean's outer shell of his ear and he choked on his alcohol, coughing as he spun in his chair. Alcohol landing some on the counter as he stared at the man behind him.

"What the actual fuck? How did you? -"

"You don't exactly blend in either. You're scanning the crowd like you're...well hunting for someone or something, and you have a fake FBI badge in your pocket. Did you use that to get in here?" The tall man crossed his arms, and a brilliant smile spread across his lips. Dean's entire body shivered, and he straightened his back some. There was something about this man that enticed Dean, and Dean didn't like that, he knew Lucifer was...well Lucifer but he didn't expect him to be this laid-back. "Well if you did, that's highly inventive, no one really does that." Lucifer added, killing the silence. Dean downed the rest of his whiskey, looking up at the British man.

"Lucifer…"
"The very." Lucifer smiled again and bowed some. Dean stared, as Lucifer then sat down next to him.

"Now, why are you, a hunter, and a damn good one at that, in town?" Lucifer hummed, he moved and sat in the bar stool next to Dean, using his forefinger to spin the chair. "Better yet, what do you really want here?" Lucifer asked, staring at Dean. And Dean felt his posture change, and his mind go blank; Before he heard his voice through the fog in his head.

"I... I want Sammy back. He died. Again," Lucifer's eyebrows raised, but let Dean continue. "I was with Lisa, before this...basically adopted Ben, but it wasn't enough, I want to hunt, I want...I want Sammy back I want things to go back to where they were. Before Lucifer was released…Before Sam sacrificed himself to Lucifer's cage..." Dean swallowed, his emotions coming back to him in one large rush, and he cleared his throat, touching his cheeks in surprise as he didn't know why he had started to cry. Dean then growled and glared at Lucifer. "What did you do to me?" Clenching his fists, he slammed it down onto the counter, and Lucifer looked at him, his hand resting on top of Dean's.

"Listen Darling," his voice was softer, and Dean backed up as Lucifer came closer. "Your brother is dead. I can't do anything to help you with that." Lucifer said, he set a hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean stiffened and avoided Lucifer's gaze. "And just let me tell you…" Lucifer whispered then. "I left Hell all on my own. There is no cage," Lucifer sat back then, looking at Dean, tilting his head then as Dean had whitened.

"I know there's a cage..." Dean said, he gripped onto the bar.

"No. No cage, how would you know if there is or isn't?" Lucifer stood up then, seeing a familiar haunting look in Dean's eyes that he had seen thousands of times before. "From the looks of it, you should already know." Lucifer finished his drink and set the glass down. "Listen Dean, if you're not busy later. Come by, I'll let you in, see if we can figure this out. But if I do this for you, and I help you. You then help me? Deal?" Dean looked up at Lucifer then, his green eyes hardening.

"I've made my bets with demons before. It never ends well."

"No twists or turns, I stick by my bets." Lucifer said, "As is the Lucifer image."

"Fuck you." Dean said, and he stood up, the chair he sat on fell behind him with a loud clatter. "I'm not falling for that." Lucifer hummed, looking as Dean walked off, shoving his way through the crowd. Turning, he looked to the bartender.

"Maze, look into that man for me please?" Lucifer asked, handing her a driver's license. "I need to check on my customers, then I'll come pick it up." The girl held the license like her nails were still drying from being painted and nodded, walking off then. Lucifer hummed, pouring himself another drink, let's see how long this lasts. I bet he'll come back.