She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}

69|Oh, Hello Death

Lucifer and I appeared inside a dark building. Off to the side was Cass, trapped inside a ring of holy fire. As we stood there, a pretty brunette that I recognized as the woman who'd been unconscious in the motel room when we took Bobby to the hospital, came into the room.

"I got the Winchesters pinned down. For now, at least," she spoke. "What should I do with them?"

I swallowed hard, eyes wide with fear at the thought of Sam, Dean, Jo and Ellen trapped somewhere thanks to the demon in front of me. 

"Leave them alone," Lucifer told her.

"I- I'm sorry," the demon, Meg I remembered Sam mentioning, stammered, "but are you sure? Shouldn't we-"

"Trust me, child," Lucifer cut her off, stroking a finger down her face. "Everything happens for a reason."

In the ring of fire, Castiel was glancing around, noticing a pipe bolted to the wall.

"Well, Castiel, you have some time," Lucifer addressed the angel. "Time to change your mind?"

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I shivered in the chilly night air. Lucifer had a shovel and was filling in a hole.

"Better get used to the chill, Ecclesia. I tend to run cold."

I bit my lip, shrinking back from the archangel in front of me as a familiar voice met my ears.

"Hey!"

Lucifer and I both turned to see Sam approaching, readying a shotgun. The archangel dropped his shovel, studying Sam.

"You wanted to see me?" Sam spat.

"Oh, Sam, you don't need that gun here," Lucifer taunted. "You know I'd never hurt you. Not really."

"Yeah, well I'd hurt you," Dean spoke from behind him.

Lucifer turned once more, Dean pointing the Colt point-blank to his forehead.

"So suck it."

There was a loud bang as he pulled the trigger and Lucifer fell to the ground. For a moment, nobody moved, and Dean moved his gaze from the angel on the ground to me, taking in my appearance. I tried to move, to say something, but an invisible force was keeping me rooted in place and binding my tongue. A moment later, Lucifer groaned, getting to his feet.

"Owww..." he moaned. "Where did you get that?"

Sam was staring at the Devil, terrified, and I was sure I had a similar expression on my face. Lucifer punched Dean, sending him flying into a tree, and I once again tried to move over to the elder Winchester in vain.

"Now, where were we?" Lucifer asked, brushing himself off. "Don't feel too bad, Sam. There's only five things in all of creation that that gun can't kill, and I just happen to be one of them. But if you give me a minute, I'm almost done."

Lucifer resumed shoveling dirt into the hole while Sam hurried over to check his brother's pulse like I was fighting so desperately to do. However, Lucifer's hold on me was just too strong.

"You know, I don't suppose you'd just say 'yes' here and now?"

Sam stood, glaring over at the Devil, who'd paused to lean on his shovel.

"End this whole tiresome discussion?" Lucifer continued. "That's crazy, right?"

"It's never gonna happen!" Sam growled.

"Oh, I don't know, Sam," the Devil shrugged, resuming his work once more. "I think it will. I think it'll happen soon. Within six months. And I think it'll happen in Detroit."

"You listen to me, you son of a bitch. I'm gonna kill you myself, you understand me? I'm going to rip your heart out!"

"That's good, Sam. You keep fanning that fire in your belly. All that pent up rage. I'm gonna need it."

Nearby, standing on the edge of the field, dozens of men from the town just stood by, not moving or reacting to a single thing that was going on.

"What did you do?" Sam asked, visibly calmer. "What did you do to this town?"

"Oh, I was very generous with this town," Lucifer smirked. "One demon for every able-bodied man."

"And the rest of them?"

Lucifer paused, glancing over at me, before turning his attention back to Sam.

"In there," he nodded at the hole he was filling. "I know, it's awful, but these horsemen are so demanding. So it was women and children first. I know what you must think of me, Sam. But I have to do this. I have to. You of all people should understand."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The Devil dropped his shovel.

"I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him and I begged him to stand with me, and Michael- Michael turned on me. Called me a freak. A monster. And then he beat me down. All because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own. Tell me something, Sam. Any of this sound familiar?"

Lucifer smirked again, continuing.

"Anyway. You'll have to excuse me. Midnight is calling and I have a ritual to finish. Don't go anywhere. Not that you could if you would."

As he began chanting over his hole and then turned to his demons, Sam went back to Dean, who had begun to stir.

"Now repeat after me," Lucifer began. "We offer up our lives, blood, souls-"

The demons all echoed the phrase in perfect unison.

"To complete this tribute," Lucifer finished.

Another echo, and then the demons began to flash gold and fall over dead, one by one. Lucifer turned to face our horrified expressions.

"What?" he shrugged. "They're just demons."

The ground started rumbling as Lucifer faced the mass grave, Sam stared at Lucifer and Dean's gaze moved from one person to the next. And then, Lucifer uttered three words that, at the moment, to me sounded like pure bliss.

"Oh, hello Death."

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By some miracle, or maybe just because Lucifer wanted it that way, he let all three of us go. Cass had managed to escape, and I learned from Sam and Dean that Jo and Ellen didn't make it. Back at Bobby's, we listened to the news reporting the climbing death rates. Bobby threw the copy of the photo we'd taken into the fire, and we all watched it burn. Dean reached out, quietly taking my hand as a single tear rolled down my cheek.