[ Castiel doesn't move, hardly intimidated by him, but all of it's there, out in the open and ready to be smashed down beneath their feet. If anything, he wishes Dean would know as he knows. There is not an ounce of Lucifer in Sam's body, and he would argue it until his last breath. ]
He doesn't know who I am, Dean. The year is... wrong. [ 2006. And Lucifer would not bide his time with such petty tricks when he could so easily snap their necks. ] I'm not entirely useless.
[ He's glaring now, a spark of something old and familiar showing as he stares at him. ] And I would not lie to you. Everything we have done means more than that.
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Date: 2013-09-23 06:43 am (UTC)He doesn't know who I am, Dean. The year is... wrong. [ 2006. And Lucifer would not bide his time with such petty tricks when he could so easily snap their necks. ] I'm not entirely useless.
[ He's glaring now, a spark of something old and familiar showing as he stares at him. ] And I would not lie to you. Everything we have done means more than that.