Sam cursed loudly as the spell didn't work. Lucifer laughed at his attempt as he tried to find where he went wrong.
"Goddammit," Sam muttered, looking through the recipe Rowena gave him, "I did everything to the last point..."
"Hey, Sammy."
Sam turned around to see Dean standing there. A small smile grew on his face at his brother, showing up to support him. Even if he didn't approve of the idea much.
"Need some help," Dean asked.
"I don't know if you can help," Sam said, "But if you can, by all means.
"I can't. But someone I brought with me can," Dean said, looking over at Stiles, "He wanted to make up for some of the damage caused."
"Hey, Uncle Sam," Stiles greeted, waving at him.
"I heard you were back," Sam smiled, waving back, "Good to see you, kid."
"May I see the spell," Stiles asked, pointing at the paper in hand.
Sam handed it over to him. He looked over and hummed in thought.
"What's wrong," Sam asked.
"It's too weak," Stiles explained, shaking his head, "Even if it did work, it wouldn't have held him for long. Lucifer would have escaped."
"Okay then," Sam said, "What do you suggest?"
"You need a stronger ingredient. Like a drop of my blood," Stiles said, "Mix in with the same ingredients and flower used in his drink."
"I'll go get some more..."
Stiles was already working on the spell and putting it together. Sam watched him curiously as he moved around. The way he trusted his sense of measuring looked like he's been doing this for centuries which he probably has. Finally, he began saying a different chant that wasn't even Latin. It sounded like a different language altogether.
Lucifer grimaced lightly as symbols were engraved into his bones. Once Stiles stopped, he took the small amount of ash left in the bowl and went to Stefan and Damon.
"Hold out your rings for me," Stiles said.
They glanced at each other before listening. Stiles sprinkled the ash on their rings and then drew a symbol design on their skin.
"Would you like to do the honors, Damon," Stiles offered.
"Sure, why not," Damon smirked, "Lucifer, stick your tongue out."
Lucifer gave a strange look then obeyed. He knitted his eyebrows as he tried to put his tongue back in his mouth. Finally, he got annoyed and glared at Damon.
"Put it back in your mouth," Damon said, making him listen, "Say I love Damon Salvatore."
"I love Damon Salvatore," Lucifer said, "Stop it, Damon, before I cut your..."
Damon shushed him, making Lucifer stop talking. Then he laughed evilly.
"Oh, I'm gonna abuse the hell out of this power," Damon grinned.
"The only way it won't work is if you try to use him against each other," Stiles said, "And if I decide to make it stop working."
"What if the ash rubs off," Stefan asked.
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Fathered By A Vampire- Part 1: The Vampire Child Series
FanfictionDean always had a strained relationship with John Winchester because he knew John was under a lot of stress. He also knew John always looked at Sam differently than he looked at Dean since he was a boy. He always drew conclusions and made assumption...
