[ Lucifer hummed, keenly, drinking from his glass and just enjoying the show. The men didn't have an easy time of it, and soon enough others were joining in, high on testosterone and booze and ready to throw in with their long time drinking partners against this thug with powers. There were five of them now, and another pair climbing out of their chairs, and the barmaid was on the phone to the owner of the bar to ask what she should do. Lucifer could hear the conversation if he bothered to try to listen to it, but he wasn't really that invested.
Dean was rough, intent. He brawled with the men, and every time he took a blow it sped him up rather than slowing him down. He dug his heels in and became if anything more vicious, more determined, and it was everything beautiful that Cain had become, after he'd become a demon.
Lucifer let it go. His work really was done, all it had taken was the right comment to the right person, and the bar had fallen in on itself. Not really Dean's fault, it wasn't like he'd started it, or even thrown the first punch. ]
Behind you.
[ It wasn't much inflected. A man was throwing a bottle toward Dean's head. ]
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Dean was rough, intent. He brawled with the men, and every time he took a blow it sped him up rather than slowing him down. He dug his heels in and became if anything more vicious, more determined, and it was everything beautiful that Cain had become, after he'd become a demon.
Lucifer let it go. His work really was done, all it had taken was the right comment to the right person, and the bar had fallen in on itself. Not really Dean's fault, it wasn't like he'd started it, or even thrown the first punch. ]
Behind you.
[ It wasn't much inflected. A man was throwing a bottle toward Dean's head. ]