When Lucifer flashed his red eyes, Dean laughed again. "Is that supposed to scare me or something? Cause it doesn't, not even for a second." He had been down in the fiery pits of Hell himself. Strung up and tortured by multiple demons, and he had been pulled from the horrors of it all. He had faced creatures far more terrifying than a man with red eyes, and Dean never backed down or ran in fear. He would sooner die than give Lucifer the satisfaction.
"Hey, Lucifer? Ask me if I give a fuck about anyone having feelings for me other than sexual desire." He countered with a growl, his gaze still fixated on the other man, refusing to look away from the red eyes. "Did I happen to mention that I killed you before?"