Saving Lucifer

Broken Angel

It's been a few weeks since I allowed myself to dream walk to Lucifer. After talking to everyone about my meeting with him and what he showed me, I had everyone, including Castiel, upset with me.

Willingly allowing him into your mind? How can you be so careless?

Dean was the one most upset with me. He hasn't talked to me since that conversation. Chuck and Gabriel have both kept their distance, they've popped in here and there to check in but for the most part, they keep to Castiel. Castiel hasn't stopped talking to me, his wife, but he has made his disapproval very clear.

Bobby, Sam, and Jody have kept their opinions to themselves, although, I know they don't approve. Everyone wanted Lucifer dead and now here I am considering handing over him a vial of my son's grace. The grace that is an entirely new line of angelic. Grace so strong that Chuck himself can't control it.

But it would be for a good reason, right? That is if the reason given is true.

During my first encounter with dream walking, Lucifer pulled me into a dream state. He somehow forced himself into my dreams, that is where he revealed to me that he has a daughter. One who is not developing as she should be. One that he fears will not survive.

Today was Castiel's day with Azriel. He decided he wanted to start taking daddy/son days to build a strong bond with him. With the free time I've had when he has him, I've been making the safe room a comfortable place to be if the time arises where we have to spend a long period of time in there.

Dean had planned on decorating and furnishing this room for me as a surprise but in light of recent events, that plan has ceased. He tossed everything he and Sam bought in here and basically told me to do what I wanted with it. So, to keep my mind busy and off of the pain of my family slowly alienating me, I have spent my time in here decorating and listening to music.

I've set up the few cots around the room donned with blankets. Bins were stacked in one corner, each filled with something different. One was filled with pillows, one with extra clothing for me and Azriel, and one with extra clothing for Sam and Dean, just in case. Other bins were consisting of pass time supplies such as games and books. I've created a bookshelf on one wall that held lore books on open shelves and in closed cabinets towards the bottom, those consisted of tools and supplies needed for spells, enchantments, sigils, protection, salt rounds, and so on. Guns and weapons were tucked away in a compartment under the floor, hidden under a rug with one of the cots on top of it. Among the other things, I made sure to have a portable playpen that stays folded up against the wall until needed and a bassinet for Azriel.

The guys really outdid themselves with this room and the things Dean bought to make it homey, well, if one didn't know it was a safe room, they probably would never guess that it was. The exterior of the safe room was hidden with siding that matches the house, making it look as if it's just the house on the property.

Standing near the entrance through the closet in Azriel's nursery, I looked over the room once more before stepping through the closet door. Snapping the false wall back into place, moving the hanging clothes back in front of the wall, I closed the door to the closet. As I turned around, I was met by Castiel standing in the doorway holding Azriel.

"Hey." He greeted me quietly.

"Hey, Cas." I smiled walking towards him. He moved past me and laid Azriel in his crib. I turned and watched him wind up the angel mobile that hangs above the bed.

Once we were in the hall, I reached his arm before he could walk away. Stopping but not turning to face me, he said,

"Not now, Angel." he slipped out of my grip and I watched him walk away from me down the hallway and disappear around the corner.