Another Life / Book Ten / The Life Series / Supernatural

We Happy Few

Sam, Dean, Aiden and I had been out of the bunker because Chuck and Castiel/Lucifer were still there, out to get groceries and snacks and all that. We walked into the bunker, down the stairs.

"Hey," Sam told them. "How's it going in here?"

Chuck looked at Lucifer. "Listen, I know I've been gone for a while. I missed a... few million birthdays."

"Yeah, and then the second your apes send a distress flare, boom," Lucifer told him. "Daddy's home."

"No, that's not what happened," Chuck told him.

"Hey, these apes saved your ass," Dean told him. 

Lucifer glared at Dean, snapping his fingers.

Nothing happened.

Chuck looked at Sam, Dean, Aiden and me. "He can't hurt you."

Lucifer looked at Chuck incredulously. "Oh, so you're controlling me now."

"No, it's just a safeguard," Chuck told him. 

"Hey, uh, guys, think we can try and focus here, you know?" I asked. "End of the world, common enemy, all that."

Lucifer stood. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Team Amara. Go, Amara."

Chuck shook his head. "You don't mean that."

Lucifer glared at him. "You're really not gonna say it."

"He's not gonna say what?" Sam asked.

"Screw you," Lucifer told us. "Screw all of you.

Lucifer walked out, leaving.

Chuck turned to face us, sighing. "Kids, huh?"

Dean and I exchanged a look.

Sam was speechless.

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That night, when we were all trying to sleep, Lucifer was blaring loud rock music from Sam's bedroom, waking Aiden and making him cry at the loud noise.

Sam, Dean and I stood outside Sam's room, banging on the door.

"Lucifer!" I told him. "You know, at some point in time, you're gonna have to come out and--and talk to... God."

I cleared my throat.

Dean sighed in annoyance. "This is like the worse episode of 'Full House' ever."

The volume of the music decreased.

Lucifer called from inside the room. "If Dad has something to say to me, I'll hear it from him. Until then, I'll be in my room."

"It's not your room," I told him.

"It's my room," Sam told him.

"And we have a little guy that's crying because the big bad baby is blaring music when we're all trying to sleep, you dick," Dean told him. "So--"

The music turned up again.

Sam banged on the door in annoyance.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Whatever."

Dean and I walked away.

Sam sighed, following us.

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The next morning, Sam, Dean, Chuck and I were in the kitchen.