Flawed, Beautiful, Creatures

Hello!  I’m sorry I’m late with this. I’ve started school again and so I’m kinda drowning in schoolwork lol but I’m still working on these chapters ! So if I’m slow updating it’s all school plus all the damn essays that keep being tossed my way. ←_←

Flawed, Beautiful, Creatures

Chapter Three

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~SAM’S HOSPITAL ROOM~

Lucifer leaned against the window, watching Sam’s pitiful form. He was unsure how he was able to escape the cage and had a suspicion it was the Winchester’s doing. Even though Castiel had hidden the Winchester’s from other angels, Lucifer was able to find Sam with great ease for two reasons; Sam was his true vessel and Lucifer was practically linked to Sam after the time he had said yes. He wasn’t too surprised to see that Sam was hurt because he had felt it. Lucifer pushed himself off the window and walked over to Sam. His icy blue eyes trailed over Sam's body before he places two fingers to his forehead. The door to the room opened and Lucifer looked up to see who it was. All hell broke loose.

“You got three seconds to get away from him.” Dean’s voice was thick with hatred. His gun aimed straight at the bridge of the devil’s nose. He was not in the mood of a pestering Satan – how was he here anyway? Lucifer glared at the drawn weapon, fingers never faltering. This only infuriated the older Winchester. He cocked the gun and a sly grin flickered across the Devil’s thin lips as if initiating a challenge.

“I wouldn’t do that, Winchester.” voice silky.

Dean gritted his teeth, stance stronger then ever. “I said get the hell away.” His voice was so low it could have easily been mistaken for an animal growl. Lucifer didn’t make a move and the trigger was pulled. The loud ringing of fired shots blazed throughout the room, gun shells clinging as they find a spot on the cool squared tile. The devil hissed in pain while shielding himself from further injury. Dean kept shooting, knowing the bullets would cause the devil no real harm. But when Lucifer started making his way over to him his shots came to a halt. Dean took a step back, gun resting against his side. He screwed up. Lucifer was capable of destroying Dean with just the snap of a finger and knew nothing would stop him either. Dean took another step as Lucifer moved closer, his eyes reflected those of a stone hearted serial killer who had just located a good kill. He had gunshot wounds to the right side of his arm and the smell of fresh red liquid dispersed. Suddenly the gun was no longer in Dean’s grasp but rather the other males. Dean stood frozen, unsure what to do and nowhere else to go as he had backed himself against the pale wall.  POW!

The gun fired and Dean cried out, falling to the ground. Lucifer moved forward leaving an inch of space between them. He peered down at the Winchester and gave him a smudged grin before kicking Dean hard in the gut. Dean grimaced as a pained, choked, cry erupted from his lungs. There was a pool of dark blood surrounding his left knee, the knee Lucifer had shot him in just moments earlier. Satan threw the gun to the ground and walked away from the now injured Dean.

“When will you stupid Winchesters learn?” Lucifer snarled. Dean eyed the devil with a pained look as he tried to retrieve the bullet that was lodged in his knee cap. Lucifer was pacing back and forth, hands on his hips.

“How’d you get out the cage? “ Dean gritted out as he finally pulled out the bloody bullet and threw it across the floor. The devil stopped mid pace and faced the window, palm making it’s way to rest beneath his chin which was sprinkled with blond stubble. The sky was covered with angry dark clouds and a deep rumble of thunder echoed throughout the city of New York. The threatening weather didn’t seem to divert the tourist who still sauntered along the sidewalks with their cameras drawn and bags loaded with unnecessary items.