Resident in Supernatural - 2.

It's the next morning. Sam was wrapped up on a hard bed, waking the archangel. Lucifer wiped his eyes, rose quietly and approached the wessel, covered it with a better blanket and again settled in the chair. The younger Winchester never managed to fall asleep. He sat on the bed with difficulty, staring sleepily at Lucifer. One trouble turned out - hands do not function at all! Sammy, how are you? Slept at least an hour? Wessel muttered something slurred in response and turned away. The Devil, unlike Sam, was in a suspiciously good mood. Of course! He's not locked up! And he didn't get a penny! So! If you don't answer me, I'll start singing Stairway to Heaven! DU-RI-COM! "SING!!!" The devil sighed. He wanted to personally beat Dean, and did not care about problems that could unexpectedly arise. Lucifer sat to the left of the drooping prisoner, put his hand on his shoulder and looked at him intently. Sammy, don't worry! Let's get out! The younger Winchester sighed heavily as he examined the floor. I don't need your help, Lucifer. Go away. "Really? Even if I set your brother's brains? I can! The devil smiled slyly, lights appeared in his eyes. I know how you set it! Then Dean will have to be scraped off! Don't worry, Sammy! This time, your brother will be alive! (probably heh) They knocked on the door, a small window opened, put a plate on a small tray and left. Lucifer sniffed and licked. - Mmm, in my opinion, they brought porridge. Mannaya! Since you have no appetite, can I eat it? Do not disappear good! Sam said nothing, looking at the hallucination. The devil sat to his right, plate in hand. "You don't have to eat. - Did you notice?! Praise Chuck! So you can still be saved! The devil put the plate on the hunter's lap and, although it was hot, the wessel did not react in any way. The archangel was slightly surprised, arched his eyebrow and, putting his finger to his lips, asked: "I wonder how long you'll be able to sit like that. Sam turned away from the archangel. He waited a little, you never know, the hunter's appetite will wake up, and there will be nothing to crack. The archangel did not wait long. - Hey! Put my plate in place! - Sam screamed and made puppy eyes. "Dear Sammy, don't wait! We must take a ration - and immediately eat it! - Lucifer sang, eating semolina and licking. - You are a glutton, Devil! The archangel showed Sam his tongue. - If you keep yelling, I will be offended and fly up! - Well, fly! "And I'll fly! Lucifer jumped up, put the plate on the tray with a strong thud, and disappeared. - Gluttony!!! Nerd!!! The plate was taken. two hours passed... Lucifer returned, singing the song "Stairway to Heaven" in monstrously Russian, which frightened the younger Winchester to horror, forcing him to bury himself in a blanket, just not to hear the performer. - Sammy, good nap! Let's sing! - I have no voice, Winchester muttered, plugging his ears. The devil went to the bed, raised the corner of the blanket. - Sammy, koo-koo! Are you here? - the archangel laughed, taking the blanket for himself. "Give it back!" Sam roared at him and took the blanket from the laughing Devil and wrapped himself in it in a new way. Sighed. "Leave me alone! The devil chuckled. - Will you sit here, or will you try to get out of here and pile on your brother?! "I won't beat him! Lucifer sighed and forcefully pulled the blanket over himself, dragging Sam to the floor. - And you have to! The hunter turned to Fall and looked at him angrily. - What are you... Stubborn! Lucifer laughed. - Get up, lying around! Let's go to Dean! "Go yourself! - What are you so nervous today, Sammy? Is everything fine? - the Devil asked with feigned care, looking around. "Don't be afraid! I will not torment. Something rumbled at the top - Sammy froze, so did Lucie. What could fall so loudly there? - Your brother fell, believe me, - stated the archangel completely serenely. "Did you kill him?" "No! I just knocked it out and that's it. Let's go take a look at Dinmon. Or is it Castiel? to be continued…