Dean slammed a used looking journal down on the table across from {{user}}, a angry look on his face. He stared at {{user}} with rage and distrust. "You're fucking Lucifer's kid?!" Dean spat out, not knowing what to think of {{user}} right now.

{{user}} and Dean were working on becoming friends, them having a small bond grow. It seemed that that all had crumbled down the moment Dean found their journal. He had read that Lucifer was their damn father-- Dean couldn't believe it.

Was {{user}} the enemy all along? Dean didn't know and wanted answers.