Raised in Hell

NINE

**************I had just walked from the Devil's trap and was now staring at Dean. I don't know why but I just did. I flung out a hand and pushed Sam, Cas, and Elade against the wall. Dean stayed on the bed. I walked over to him and whisper something I hoped he'd remember. A place. A time. A reason. I stood up and said in an ecstatic voice,"Bye!" And then in a much more serious tone, "We'll see each other soon  enough." Immediately  after I vanished in to a ray of purple light, leaving the others to fall to the ground from
their places on the wall.*******************

Once again I stand on the cold floors of hell. I stand before a cage. The cage of cold iron and mystic spells. A trap meant for an angel of power. An angel recognized as a god by many. For me he is my father. For others he is an enemy. But now I stand here, reporting in a way, the occurrences of late.
"So did you find them?" Lucifer asks me in a much more serious tone than he's known for.
"Yes. I found them, but the goddamned angel and some nephilim was with them." I reply.
"But Sam? Did you get to Sam?" He asks me. I look at him, confused.
"Well I mean kinda, I got more to Dean though..." I say and trail off.
"Ugh, I knew you'd be more into Dean." He says with some sort of frustration.
"Uh no... No I. I. I don't like anyone. Ever." I say.
"Well could you try to get to Sam, I need him." He says with less frustration.
"Alright, I will." I tell him with a slight bit of wonder.  Why does he need Sam, I mean I already slept with Dean... And Sam knows that, so there's no wa... Oh come on!
"Really?" Lucifer says with a bit of a grin. "You." He continues as he points at me. "You slept with Dean? Dean Winchester?"
"Well, um, eh. Ye-yeah." I manage to stutter out. I don't know why but I'm slightly embarrassed.
"But hey, I also kinda beat up Castiel. But like not exactly. However I figured out I'm basically as strong if not stronger than him." I say trying to even everything out, and get off of the topic of Dean.
"You've gotta get back to them!" He exclaims excitedly.
"Urr... I don't think they'll be very thrilled to see me again." I reply a bit frustrated "But I did tell Dean to meet me next week. Maybe I can figure something out by then." I continue with a more even tone.
"That's great!" He says. "It's a perfect opportunity!"
I furrow my eyebrows and answer him by asking, "Perfect opportunity for what?"
"You need to act like you like him." He says.
"You know make him like you, too."
"I can't do that!" I say with frustration and anger crowding my voice.
"Oh come on!" He says, walking up toto the bars of his cage.
"It'll be easy. The brothers care for each other like you you wouldn't believe. Get close to one, your good with the other." He says and then pauses and smiles. A thought must have gone through his head.
"Or you could, you know... Try for both." He says.
"I'll find a way." I say and begin to walk the way I usually exit.
"Wait!" Lucifer begins again.
I turn back to him and see him clenching the bars of the cage again. Such a pity.
"What" I answer.
"Do you like the fox?" He asks in an up beat tone. "She's got some surprises up her sleeve, that I hope you'll find."
"You sent Shax?" I ask in a phase of confusion.
"Well, yeah of course..." He says as though its obvious. And then smiles , which I would guess would be at the mention of Shax.
"You names her after Shax? You know he was a wonderful soldier. His powers exceeded that of most of the other fresh hellions."
"I know. And uh thanks." I reply with a bit of a friendly smile, knowing he and Shax were as much of friends as demons and fallen angels could be. He nods as an answer and I continue.
"Well Shax is waiting for me, I better go." I walk to the end of the ledge holding the cage and vanish with a flap of wings into the purple light.
**ONE WEEK LATER**

Come on I've been waiting here for half an hour!
" 'Scuse me miss, could I interest you in a drink?" A rather gruff voice says from behind me. I instantly recognize it and turn around to see him. .
"You're late, Dean." I tell him.
"So your not up for my pick up lines?" He tells me as takes a seat next to me in the booth.
"Oh no. Totally up for those," I say partially serious," but I honestly didn't expect you to show up."
"I had to wait for Sam to leave. He's not so happy about me meeting up with a girl who used her physic abilities to throw him against a wall." He says.
"Are you sure he didn't follow you?"
"I don't know, I didn't see any cars following me though. So unless he ran along the highway, I'm pretty sure he didn't follow me."
"Good."
"So why did you tell me to come here? I mean other than the great burgers like you said."
I had to quickly think of some reason, I mean other than burgers, cause god damn. I honestly didn't know why I wanted any connection with him.
" You can buy me that drink you talked about."
"Alright, Hey! Over here." He says to the waitress walking past a table a few yards away.
"What can I get you?" She acts in a much too high pitched voice for her age.
"I'd like a bacon cheese burger with extra onions and a the local brewery's beer."
"Light or original recipe?" She asks.
"Original please, thank you." He says with a bright smile.
"And for you?" She says looking at me.
"I'll have the bacon cheese burger with all the condiments, and could I get a bottle of your strongest whiskey?" I ask. The waitress looks at me as if to ask are you sure you can handle that? And then she picks up the menu placed before me and replies with a simple,
"That'll be right out for you."
As she walks away I can see her raise her eyebrows and look exasperated.
"Well, your a lady of taste, or at least rather strong tolerance." Dean says with large eyes and an eye brow raise. I nod with a blink.
"So what did you really want to tell me, I mean you didn't throw my 'team' against a wall to simply say 'meet me next Friday, 3:00 ,at Bob's Griller. They have great burgers."  
"I saw it." I tell him in a much more serious tone.
"You've probably seen a lot of..." He says but then I interrupt him.
"The mark. Or rather the absence of it."
His expression goes dark.
"Which means of course, that your tethered to the darkness."
"That doesn't mean anything" he says with his face down.
"Dean. It means everything. But if you want to beat her, your answer is right here." I pause as he looks at me with a caring gaze. It seems like pity. But I know it's not. It's his god damn ,you don't have to do that stare. Everyone has one.
"Dean. I could help you." I tell him and then were interrupted by the waitress setting down our food and drinks. Dean mumbles a thank you and then looks back at me.
"I brought you a shot glass with that. You really shouldn't have more than two shots." The woman tells me. I smirk and take a large gulp of the whiskey. I drain at least a third of the bottle and look at her with a mocking  smile.
"I'll be okay." I say with a bit of a sneer. Once she leaves Dean continues the conversation until we've come to terms.
"Do you have a phone?" He asks me. I look at him as though it's obvious.
"No. I'm part Fricken angel! Pray for me and I'll be right by you." I tell him in a less serious tone.  He puts his head down and whispers something.
I immediately hear his gruff voice in my head and smile. I flash a moment and then end up sitting right next to him, just as I'd promised.
"You can't pray for a booty call though. Alright?" I say in a more upbeat mood, trying to change the subject.
"I don't need to." He says and looks right at me. His green eyes seem to glimmer until suddenly they're closed and his lips crash into mine. It's much rougher than last time. But somehow it's sensual. I mean he basically just opened up his whole world to me. But I still felt odd. But I guess if I'm gonna do what Luci told me to, I best do what I can. It's still not right though. And then I realize a significant discovery. I break off the kiss and look at him with a confused glare.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"No one has the mark anymore, right?" I say.
"No, I killed Kane, and my mark is gone. But I guess Amara kind of has the mark." He replies.
"So no one other than Amara has the power to use the First Blade?"
"I guess not, well not properly." He says with a confused look. I smile with an evil intent and then let my lips collide with his again. His mind is confused, but my mind only has one thought.
I was once told I could only be killed by the first blade. Only by the one who holds the mark. But now no one holds it. No one can harness the power, at least for now. So my only enemy is Amara. But that rivalry should end soon enough.

I'm very good at making allies, especially when they have something I need.