Did you care if he suffered while the angels listened to his prayers for years and years — full of begging for help for his family? Were you protecting him, when you let him out of the panic room? Were you not using him, when you helped lead him to that convent in Ilchester?
[He steps close, daring Castiel to raise a hand in this sacred place — this dream where Lucifer could so easily pull any string he wanted. Where Castiel could so easily destroy the calm with his grace alone. He stands inches apart and smiles, and there's a cold, overpowering evil behind his eyes. This is the being that twisted human beings into unrecognizable demons. Who tainted humans to their core. The snake in Sam's field.]
All the while, you lied to Dean and Sam both. Pretended you had good intentions, and that Sam was wrong in everything he did — an abomination who would bring about an Apocalypse.
An apocalypse you all lied about wanting to stop. An apocalypse you all jumped for joy over. I came to Sam and offered him more than any of you ever did.
Stones in a glass house, little brother. Red in your ledger.
Explain to me where you have any room to stomp your feet at me?
[The air around Castiel grows thin; a pressure pushes on him from all around his dream form, pinning him with a gravity that comes from all sides of him. Like a butterfly pinned to a board. Lucifer has little power outside of dreams... but here? In his vessel's mind?
Castiel's practically put himself on a landmine by coming in.
... Brave. And stupid.
And sure, he's not strong enough to kill him in the realest sense. But he sure can expel him in a terribly painful way, whenever he's tired of this nonsense.]
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[He steps close, daring Castiel to raise a hand in this sacred place — this dream where Lucifer could so easily pull any string he wanted. Where Castiel could so easily destroy the calm with his grace alone. He stands inches apart and smiles, and there's a cold, overpowering evil behind his eyes. This is the being that twisted human beings into unrecognizable demons. Who tainted humans to their core. The snake in Sam's field.]
All the while, you lied to Dean and Sam both. Pretended you had good intentions, and that Sam was wrong in everything he did — an abomination who would bring about an Apocalypse.
An apocalypse you all lied about wanting to stop. An apocalypse you all jumped for joy over. I came to Sam and offered him more than any of you ever did.
Stones in a glass house, little brother. Red in your ledger.
Explain to me where you have any room to stomp your feet at me?
[The air around Castiel grows thin; a pressure pushes on him from all around his dream form, pinning him with a gravity that comes from all sides of him. Like a butterfly pinned to a board. Lucifer has little power outside of dreams... but here? In his vessel's mind?
Castiel's practically put himself on a landmine by coming in.
... Brave. And stupid.
And sure, he's not strong enough to kill him in the realest sense. But he sure can expel him in a terribly painful way, whenever he's tired of this nonsense.]