Alone (A Supernatural Fanfiction) [[ON HOLD]]

Chapter 9: Hit Me With Your Best Shot

"Are you sure about this?" Maggie asks her father, biting her nails. She was nervous about what they were about to do. Summoning an angel was big and very dangerous.

Lucifer stopped what he was doing and walked over to her. He cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. "Don't worry, child. I'm an archangel. I am more powerful than a regular angel. Much more powerful. If anything wrong were to happen, I'll protect you."

Maggie nods, reassured. "Thank you. Now let's summon us an angel, shall we?"

Lucifer smiles. "You can do the honors, if you'd like." He says, handing her a box of matches.

She takes the box into her hand and he motions her over to the bowls and symbols he had drawn and arranged.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Sam, Dean, and Cas are all sitting at a table in the bunker, discussing what they're going to do next.

"So now that we know what we're looking for, is there any way you can track them?" Dean asks Cas.

Cas shakes his head. "If who we're looking for is indeed Lucifer, that means that he is way more powerful than I am. If he doesn't want to be found, it will be extremely difficult for me to find him."

"But you can?" Sam asked. "Find him, I mean."

Cas takes a moment before answering, contemplating. "It is possible, but I would need the power equivalent to his, meaning I would need the power of an archangel."

"Well that's impossible, then, because all of the archangels are dead, except for Lucifer and Michael." Sam says. "Unless-" his eyes go wide.

"What?" Dean asked, taking a swing of his beer.

Sam licked his lips. "It might be a long-shot, but if Lucifer is out, then I don't see why Michael wouldn't be out as well."

Dean chokes on his beer. It takes him a second before he's able to speak. "So what your saying is that two of the most powerful angels we've ever fought are on the loose? Running wild on earth?"

"Unfortunately, yes, that is what I'm saying."

"Well that's fucking brilliant." Dean says, rubbing his eyes. "So how are we supposed to get Michael on our side? Hell, how do we find the guy?"

Cas bites his lip. "I-I think I have an idea." He says, standing up. "But it's very dangerous."

"Shoot." Dean says.

"You are Michael's true vessel, is that correct?" Cas asks. Dean nods in response. "And Sam is Lucifer's true vessel, is that correct?" Sam nods.

Cas looks really excited and smiles. "Then you two are--what's the term? Our GPS?"

Sam and Dean look at each other, curiously. "Uh- what?" They both say at the same time.

Cas sits down across from them. "Oh honestly, don't you two read?"

Dean raises his eyebrow. "Since when do you read?"

"Since I started living in the bunker. You've got quite the library." Cas says. "And Metatron gave me knowledge of everything he's consumed within the pop culture spectrum while I was held prisoner in heaven."

"You didn't tell me about that." Dean said.

Cas shrugged. "I didn't see much import to mention it. Especially with all that's going on."

Dean shrugs it off. "Well what do I need to do in order to summon Michael?"

Cas looked down at his hands. "It's a difficult and painful process." He then looked back up at Dean, pain in his eyes. "And it's possible you could die."

Dean chuckles. "Every day there's a chance I could die. Hell, I have a few times."

"That doesn't mean I don't worry about you." Cas says.

Sam clears his throat. "Well anyway, what do we have to do?"

Cas stands up. "I will go and get the supplies we'll need. You two stay here and stay safe. Clear a spot in the dungeon so that we can do the summoning there."

Sam and Dean nodded and Cas disappeared with the whoosh of his wings.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Maggie lights the match and throws it in the bowl in the center of the symbol Lucifer had drawn. She hurries back to his side and watches as the flame grows bigger, the heat warming her cold hands.

She hears a whoosh that sounds like the movement of wings, then a figure stands in the middle of the symbol.

A man, roughly 6 feet tall stands, his arms crossed and a look of anger and annoyance on his face.

Lucifer clamps his hands together and smiles. "Hello brother."

The man standing in the symbol, surrounded by flames, frowns. "Lucifer." He says, voice like venom. "How did you get out of the cage?"

"Ah-just a little help from my wonderful daughter here." Lucifer motions to Maggie. "She's a beauty isn't she?" He walks over to Maggie and stands close to her. "We kind of look alike don't you think?"

The Angel's expression in the middle of the flaming symbol is still rock solid. "You have a daughter?" He asks.

"Yes! Didn't you know?" Lucifer laughs and then walks in front of the fire. He snaps his fingers and three sticks with marshmallows on the end appear. He extends one across the fire. "Marshmallow? The holy oil really gives it a special kick."

The Angel tilts his head to the side and glares at Lucifer, as if he's a salesperson with a bad pitch. "What do you want?"

Lucifer frowns and snaps his fingers, which leaves only the stick with a marshmallow on the end in his hand. He holds the marshmallow just above the fire. He doesn't look away from it as he talks. "I need your help."

"What could a fallen archangel possibly need my help for?"

Lucifer removed his marshmallow from the fire and held it in front of him as it was enveloped in flame. He blew the fire out, and the marshmallow was dark and burnt. He bit into it, then held it out in offering to the Angel.

The Angel made no move to grab it, so Lucifer decided to eat it himself. He dipped the metal stick in the fire and turned it around. He waited a bit and then let go of it. The stock hovered in the air. "I'm going to ask one time and one time only, or we are going to have to do this the hard way."

He sharp point of the metal stick was facing the Angel. "Will you help me?"

The Angel gulped, but made no move to say anything.

Lucifer sighed, then flicked his finger forward, making the stick hover right over the angel's throat. "I guess I'll have to ask again."

The metal touched the angel's throat, causing a burning pain on his throat. "Okay okay! I'll help you!" He said.

Lucifer smiled and pulled the metal stick back. "See that's all I wanted."

A/N: Okay so it's been a while since I last updated and er, this chapter wasn't the best but oh well. I hope that you are still enjoying this story.

I already have an ending planned out so it's not like I'm just randomly writing stuff down just to get something out there.

Vote and comment if you enjoyed! I love reading your thoughts. Thanks for reading bye!