Wayward Daughters

Chapter Eleven

The hot wind blew through the diner as the door opened, bringing in an un-welcome guest, if the people had ever known. A fresh pressed Armani suit, tailored perfectly to him, a silver tie and napkin to finish off the look, he walked over to the table to meet another unlikely and unwelcome guest.

"Crowley, it's been too long!" the man with strawberry blond hair, wearing a simple pair of jeans and white T- shirt says as he stands to welcome him.

"Lucifer, yes, this meeting is long over-do." Crowley says as they exchange a handshake and a smile.

"Alright, two piping hot cups of coffee," the waitress pours the hot brown liquid into tan coffee cups, "And I'll have your pie out in a moment sir!" She said as she tucked a piece of blond hair behind her ears.

"Thank you darling." Crowley said to her.

"So Crowley how's business down south?" Lucifer asked taking a sip of his coffee.

"It's practically heaven on earth." He returned taking a sip of his own coffee.

"I think that's supposed to be my line," Lucifer said with a slight smile. The two of them chuckle, sipping on their cups of coffee the way two old friends would. They chuckle at the irony of Heaven and Hells leaders meeting in a hot Arizona diner, in the middle of summer to "catch up".

"Never in the history of this earth, has there ever been an arrangement quite like the one we have here, and I must say..." Lucifer takes another sip looking out the window at the desert, "I'm quite pleased."

"Indeed!" Crowley agrees. My demons get to run amuck, while you have your angels doing your dirty work, Nobody gets hurt, or dies... except a few hunters here and there...but that's no skin off my back. I couldn't have planned it better myself." He smiled and laughed to himself for a second. "Oh wait....I did plan it out!" He took another sip. "Which brings me to a matter of business we need to discuss."

"Oh Crowley, it's always all business and no pleasure with you!" Lucifer said with almost a pouty face. "And that's saying a lot, coming from me."

"My pleasure is making sure both sides of the contract are holding up their end of the bargain."

"Right, ever the crossroads demon!" Lucifer said looking out the window again.

"The Winchester boys...." Crowley started.

"Ahh, yes....our favorite hunters....even in death they are still the center of attention." He lifted his glass taking another drink.

"Here you go sir, "the blonde haired waitress said as she returned with a slice of cherry pie for Crowley.

"Thank you!" Crowley said.

"What do you want with them anyway?" Lucifer asked.

"Their shame....their pain. They put me through hell...so to speak." Crowley answered wiping his mouth with a simple white napkin.

"They put me in a cage, I think their pain and suffering is something I can take care of, in fact if it makes you feel better, I'll see to it personally."

"That was not the deal." Crowley said "Let's not ruin a good arrangement on petty intentions."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, and then looked back out the window.

"The Winchester souls belong in hell where they can be treated as they deserve, and where for once in all the bloody time they've haunted my existence, I can have them under my boot, where they belong."

"Oooooo....So much disdain!" Lucifer joked. "Maybe they are better off in your un-caring hands." He pours himself another cup of black coffee. "But I think you are forgetting...the Winchester's souls are off the grid. So unless you have even the slightest idea where they are, you can drop the macho man drama here, because we are in the same sinking boat. So if you don't mind, can we get back to our breakfast without all the hostility?! "

Crowley took a drink of coffee....looking at Lucifer. As much as their deal seemed to be working out, he didn't trust him for a second. And it was obvious, Lucifer didn't trust him either, and Crowley knew that was a dangerous place to be in.

He needed Sam and Dean's souls, and he needed to find them before Lucifer did.

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A rocking chair sways under the weight of the wind; at first glance it looks empty. In fact to any normal eye, you would never see him sitting there.

The chair rocked, as Dean uses his legs to rock it back and forth. Slowly, steady as the wind, not that anyone was around to notice. He looked out at the yard in front of him, over growing in weeds and grass that hadn't been cut in years. The tree hanging low over the roof, threatening to level the front porch if it ever fell.

The rocking chair next to him began to rock as well, he looked over to see his brother sit down and start rocking.

Yep, this was their life. Or rather their deaths.

They didn't say a word; there was nothing left to say. Just to sit and wait. For someone....anyone to find them.