Summary: Lucifer decides to see Dean and bring back some old and very hot and sweet memorise.

Old memorise

"Hello Dean." The hunter whipped around and the movement made him dizzy but he new that voice, he'd heard it so many times.

"Lucifer." The archangel looked back at the older Winchester.

Dean looked around the room, a dark stone area that had no visible exits and no windows, all the light coming from the candles lining the walls. His gaze went back to the angel. Jet black hair making the emerald eyes stand out and the hunters eyes were drawn to the incredible full, ruby lips. Lucifer's tight shirt and jeans leaving little to the hunters very willing imagination.

"What do you want?" Dean asked, he'd already wasted enough time admiring the exquisite creature in front of him.

"Oh, nothing, but I missed you after you left hell, I thought I'd see you." Lucifer's voice stayed casual as he placed his hands in his jeans.

Lucifer stepped forward, one foot after the other, a move made in time with the hunter. They circled each other like two predators, Alphas on a level playing field.

Feet apart the hunter grabbed Lucifer by the arm, pulling him close making their lips crash together. Hot and sweet, their tongues slid against each other in a scorching kiss. Dean's free hand moved to wrap in the soft strands of Lucifer's hair while fingers trailed down his spine like ice.

When they finally pulled back they were panting, pressed so close together they could taste each others sweet breath.

Dean had lied to Sam when he'd mentioned hell, and he'd already known about angels when Castiel had told him. Every so often he'd been with the archangel. The hot archangel gave a brake from the ice cold flames that burned the human souls, the ice more painful then any fire.

Oh, how Lucifer had missed the hunter that brought sweet relief from his prison. When Dean had been taken by the angel Castiel his mood had become increasingly foul.

Dean dropped kisses down the angels neck, he couldn't care that Lucifer was evil when he made him feel so good. Lucifer let a pained gasp escape his lips when he felt Dean bite so hard it drew blood and he knew the hunter revelled in it.

The angels hand's roved over the human's skin as he removed the shirt and was met with one of his favourite sights. Dean lifted the other shirt over Lucifer's head and pushed him against the jagged stone wall. Lucifer groaned half in pain half in pleasure. He could see the lust dancing in the Winchester's eyes as an arm grabbed his waist and a hand grabbed his hair, pulling his head back painfully as Dean left bites down his neck and along his shoulder. His hips bucked making their erections rub together and they hissed in pleasure, growing instantly harder.

That night. Nothing mattered. The only things they cared about was the searing pain and hot pleasure, each being intensified every second.

Hell held they worst memories of their lives but thanks to each other, they also contained the best.

Later that night (morning) was the real problem when Dean tried to sneak back into his motel room. Inside was a very worried Sam and Cas. "Where have you been?" Sam raged but Castiel was just staring, mouth open. Finally after a long silence Cas spoke. "You've been with the archangel Lucifer." Castiel was still in shock and now it was Sam's turn to become a fish. Dean groaned tipping his head back. This would be a long night and the rest of it he wouldn't like. "Lucifer I'm going to murder you." Dean thought.