Someday | Undergoing edits and rewrites.

Dream Walker

This time I found myself back at the lake but Castiel and I were nowhere to be found. Noticing a figure sitting at the tables placed just before the spot Castiel and I sat gazing at the stars, I walked towards it. The closer I became the easier it was to make out Lucifer's form.

"You came back." He stated with surprise.

"Why are you in this memory? Where are Cas and I?" I asked as I took a seat across from him.

"This one isn't a memory. It's a safe place for you. I felt it when we were in your dream last time."

"You conjured this?"

"No. I'm not capable of doing that without your permission, but this time, you're in control of your dream."

"How do I control it?"

"Well, since you came willingly, all you'd have to do is will yourself awake or think of a certain time or place and you'll be there. Only, the memories might not be there with you."

Looking out over the water gathering my thoughts before moving on, I shifted on the seat.

"I always hated benches. They are so hard."

"Change it." Lucifer stated with a shrug.

Arching an eyebrow as I stared at him, I closed my eyes and thought of a softer seat. Feeling the difference, I opened my eyes to see a plump cushion stretching over the top of the bench.

"Heh, I'll be damned." I stated, impressed.

"Did you change your mind? Is that why we're back here?" he asked breaking my focus on the seat.

"What? You weren't already here?"

"No. You pulled me here when you willing allowed yourself to dream of me. It's called dream walking. It can work both ways, you can move yourself into other dreams or pull others into your dreams. Ones who know how to control it can either allow it or fight coming to you."

Picking at the splintered wood on top of the table, I sighed.

"How do I know your child really exists?"

This had Lucifer's full focus on me. He looked defeated, unlike any other meeting I had ever had with him where he carried himself highly, with pride, and perversion.

"Are you able to show her to me somehow?"

"Only if she's sleeping, dreaming." he answered as he closed his eyes.

Reaching his hand out to me, I hesitantly took it. The lake faded away and we appeared standing in the middle of a living room with wooden flooring. Country style furniture was planted throughout the room, the only thing sticking out of place was a playpen where a little baby lay sleeping. Walking over to her, she couldn't have been any more than 7 months old. Opening her eyes, she smiled when she noticed Lucifer. Holding her arms up, reaching for him, he happily leaned into the playpen and picked her up. He bounced her as he talked and smiled. I watched as he walked the living room, picking up a toy and handing it to the child. She eagerly accepted it, tossing it away as soon as it landed in her hands. He allowed this game of pickup to go on for a while before I distracted him by speaking.

"She's yours?"

I unison, they turned their heads and looked at me, both of their eyes glowing momentarily.

"Where's the mother?"

"You know they don't survive." he stated as he turned his attention back to the child.

"So, who cares for her now?"

Lucifer sighed as he moved back to where she was asleep when we first appeared. He gently kissed her forehead before he lay her back down. Turning back to me holding his hand out for me to take, he walked me out of the front door and down the front steps. The house was a small two-story home, the front door painted red.

"Fitting."

"That was like that before she was brought to this home." he laughed off my comment.

Dropping his hand, I turned and began looking around the area. The yard was small, the house sat in between two other homes on a cul-de-sac. Facing the house once more, I memorized the brass numbers nailed to the beam on the porch, 501.

"What road is this? What state are we in?" Not expecting a straight answer from him, I walked away, headed towards the street to find the street sign.

"We're in Pike Creek, Delaware. I'll give you any information you need. Anything, if it will help my daughter." he stopped me by gently turning me towards him.

Looking into his eyes trying to read anything, I couldn't find any malevolent sign. I wanted so badly to help this child if she was truly in need. His pleading eyes bore into mine, not daring to speak a word as he knew I was in an internal battle with myself. I reached up and felt for the vial beneath my shirt, feeling it's warmth against my cool skin. His eyes rested on my hand as he dropped his hand from my arm.

"Lucifer..." My eyes faltered, breaking the eye contact.

I could see his shoulders slouch forward as he sighed, slouching in a defeated, depressed motion.

"It's ok, Angel. I get it. I wouldn't help me either." he held his hand out towards me. "Come on, I'll take you back to your dream."

Taking his hand, watching him intently, we appeared back at the lake. The expression on his face was breaking my heart. I could feel his heartbreaking. Why could I feel his emotional pain? Our bond was broken. I needed to talk to someone, someone who was always able to pull me together when I felt like I was unraveling.

I needed Gabriel.

"Can we plan to meet back here later?"

My question caused his head to pop up instantly, hope in his eyes.

"You're the one with the power in this dream world. You call upon me any time, it's I who choose to accept your invite."

"Well, will you come if I call?"

"Yes."

With a nod, I closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes again, I was laying in my bed staring at the ceiling above me. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed as I sat up, I peered over into the bassinet where Azriel was smiling back at me.

"You want me to give this to him, don't you, Bug?"

As I picked him up, his eyes flashed green quickly. In a blink, the glow was gone.

"Ok, there's my answer from you. Now let's go find your uncle, mommy needs someone else's opinion. I can't believe I'm even considering helping the man who tried to murder my family over and over." Reached the door, I broke the sigil and opened it.

"But who knows, maybe someday Lucifer will be known for something other than being the devil."