[ooc: Set in the same 'verse as this (http://zekkass.livejournal.com/439369.html), and is basically how Lucifer caught Dean before he walked into that hotel room with Gabriel and Castiel. Also, sorry for not hitting any of your listed kinks. Oops?]
It's cold out, but that's nothing compared to the heat of the muzzle of the gun on his skin. It burns, and Dean hisses even as he raises his hands. His stomach is flip-flopping, and he can't see a way out of this one.
Still, he's be calm. Pretend that there isn't a gun against his neck. Pretend that there isn't a casual killer behind him.
Which leads to the question of: which one is it? He's been helping Sam work on this case for ages and he knows the names of the Angelus brothers (most of them, anyways. The major players) and which one is it now?
"Don't I at least get to know who you are?" Dean asks, false bravado filling his words. "It'd be nice to know who I'm going to haunt."
"Ghosts have never bothered me," and Dean can hear the smirk.
Oh, hell. It's Lucifer. His chances for bullshitting his way out of this just went to zero. Still, he swallows and debates making a move for his cellphone. (Have to warn Sammy)
"Turn around," Lucifer says, nudging his neck with the gun before stepping back. "I'd prefer not to kill you, and I won't need to if you behave."
Dean turns, gaze flicking from the gun to Lucifer's face. Yeah, he's afraid, but he can't let that show. They're all predators in the Angelus family, and Lucifer is one of their finest. Dean knows, because he's been working on putting together a list of as many murders he can attribute to the Angelus family, and if possible name exactly which one did the deed, and Lucifer's list...it's not the worst of the lot (that honor rests with Michael, and may Dean never meet that freaky bastard without a SWAT team) but it isn't exactly short either.
Not that he can actually prove they did more than a handful of the murders, and not that he can actually prove beyond a doubt that it was them at all (yet, Castiel may be the key to bringing them all down) but -
He doesn't like the way Lucifer's looking at him.
He's not expecting the blow when it comes, either: Lucifer gives him a solid punch to the jaw, and Dean's hands are up and coming away from the wound with blood, and ow.
Lucifer drives his fist into Dean's stomach then and kicks his side when Dean curls up on the ground. There's a flurry of blows and Dean wheezes from the pain - he's bleeding and bruised and not in fun ways and he didn't like the sound of that last kick. Not that he can do anything about it.
"There," Lucifer says from above him, and the gravel of the parking lot is digging into his cheek.
"Wha - " Dean tries to ask a question, but Lucifer bends down and uncurls him, rolling him onto his back, and the gravel is assuring him that everything he does here is going to hurt in the morning, if he gets out of this alive. (He's not listening to the pain from his injuries, he can't, he can't - )
Lucifer puts the muzzle of his gun on Dean's chest and Dean goes still.
Supernatural, Lucifer/Dean, NC-17, Mafia AU noncon, gun kink [1/2]
It's cold out, but that's nothing compared to the heat of the muzzle of the gun on his skin. It burns, and Dean hisses even as he raises his hands. His stomach is flip-flopping, and he can't see a way out of this one.
Still, he's be calm. Pretend that there isn't a gun against his neck. Pretend that there isn't a casual killer behind him.
Which leads to the question of: which one is it? He's been helping Sam work on this case for ages and he knows the names of the Angelus brothers (most of them, anyways. The major players) and which one is it now?
"Don't I at least get to know who you are?" Dean asks, false bravado filling his words. "It'd be nice to know who I'm going to haunt."
"Ghosts have never bothered me," and Dean can hear the smirk.
Oh, hell. It's Lucifer. His chances for bullshitting his way out of this just went to zero. Still, he swallows and debates making a move for his cellphone. (Have to warn Sammy)
"Turn around," Lucifer says, nudging his neck with the gun before stepping back. "I'd prefer not to kill you, and I won't need to if you behave."
Dean turns, gaze flicking from the gun to Lucifer's face. Yeah, he's afraid, but he can't let that show. They're all predators in the Angelus family, and Lucifer is one of their finest. Dean knows, because he's been working on putting together a list of as many murders he can attribute to the Angelus family, and if possible name exactly which one did the deed, and Lucifer's list...it's not the worst of the lot (that honor rests with Michael, and may Dean never meet that freaky bastard without a SWAT team) but it isn't exactly short either.
Not that he can actually prove they did more than a handful of the murders, and not that he can actually prove beyond a doubt that it was them at all (yet, Castiel may be the key to bringing them all down) but -
He doesn't like the way Lucifer's looking at him.
He's not expecting the blow when it comes, either: Lucifer gives him a solid punch to the jaw, and Dean's hands are up and coming away from the wound with blood, and ow.
Lucifer drives his fist into Dean's stomach then and kicks his side when Dean curls up on the ground. There's a flurry of blows and Dean wheezes from the pain - he's bleeding and bruised and not in fun ways and he didn't like the sound of that last kick. Not that he can do anything about it.
"There," Lucifer says from above him, and the gravel of the parking lot is digging into his cheek.
"Wha - " Dean tries to ask a question, but Lucifer bends down and uncurls him, rolling him onto his back, and the gravel is assuring him that everything he does here is going to hurt in the morning, if he gets out of this alive. (He's not listening to the pain from his injuries, he can't, he can't - )
Lucifer puts the muzzle of his gun on Dean's chest and Dean goes still.