Title: Cloying

Author: Fenikkusu Ai

Characters: Sam Winchester and Lucifer

Fandom: Supernatural

Word Count: 268

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

Summary: I show you only what I want you to see, Sam. Don't believe me? Lucifer POV.

A/N: This isn't how I usually write, but I wanted to write a fic like this, and this is what happened.

The roses overflowed the foyer; a literal forest of them. Cut crystal vases of the ruddy blooms were arranged on tables and littered the floor. The aroma was overpowering. Cloying. Like the air in a funeral parlor.

They knew that the demon had a taste for extravagance, but this bordered on insanity. This behavior was more fitting for an eccentric romantic, and he didn't look like one.

Sam and Dean exchanged looks.

"A little much, don't you think?" Dean commented.

"Are they from your admirers?" Sam ventured.

Crowley's cheeks turned as red as the flowers. "What? I just like them…"