Supernatural in Real Life

Chapter 9

I immediately jump away from the limo, in case the demon wants to lock us in there or do something else demon-y. Avery screams as loud as she can, and though I'm still, I feel the same on the inside. What do I do? Last time, I had an angel blade with me. I don't this time. Wait, do I? I reach in my jacket. Yes! My blade is still there. Without thinking, I stab him in the heart and watch as his eyes and mouth glow, electricity cackling. I pull out the blade and the demon falls to the ground.
He called me a hunter. I'm not a hunter. Why does he think I'm a hunter? Am I a hunter? I did just kill a demon. I've killed a lot of them today. Does that make me a hunter? What if I am a hunter? What if I have to be? Demons think I am. Am I ever safe now, with demons thinking I'm a hunter? I stare at my blade, covered in demon blood. I can't believe I killed a demon with this. I can't believe how many demons I've killed with this. How many people are dead because I stabbed them with this? It's not their fault they were possessed. Oh my god, I'm a murderer. I'm actually a murderer. No, I'm a serial killer. I don't want to be a serial killer!
Suddenly, I'm aware someone has their hands on my shoulders. I look up. It's Lucifer. I feel myself calming down almost immediately when I see this. Lucifer's here. He won't let anything happen to me.
"Hey, Bailey, what happened?" he asks. "Are you okay?"
I don't say anything. I can't. What am I doing? I'm standing with the devil, and a demon just tried to kill me. Am I crazy? Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming. This can't be real. Demons aren't real. The devil isn't real. Angels aren't real. None of this is real.
"The driver was a demon," Avery says when it becomes clear I'm not going to respond. "She killed it."
Lucifer glances at her quickly before looking back down at me. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks. "You just killed a demon. You should be happy."
"No I didn't."
I can see the confusion on his face. "What do you mean?"
"I couldn't have killed a demon," I say quietly, "because demons aren't real. None of this is real."
Lucifer's expression goes from confused to worried. "Bailey, what are you talking about?"
"This can't be real."
"Yes it is. It's all real. The demon, the limo, the trees, all of it."
"But-" I begin.
"Hey, Bailey, look at me. Look." He waves a hand in front of my face before resting it on my shoulder again. "I'm real. See? It's all real. Angels, demons, all of it. I know it doesn't seem like it, but it is. Trust me, okay? Please."
"Okay," I whisper.
I fall into him, and his arms wrap around me protectively. I don't know how long we stand there like that with him holding me, but I know I never want it to stop. Even out in the open, just feet from the body of a dead demon, I feel safe in his arms. If anything comes after me, I know he'll stop it. I don't have to worry anymore; not when I have Lucifer with me.
A/N Ended that at exactly 666 words. Wow. I've never been prouder of myself.
We sit on the couch, his arm still around me. Avery's talking to Misha, who I'm sure feels bad that she's stuck here longer than expected. I'm not the only one that can tell she doesn't like it here. Everyone knows something's wrong, but whether it's because of how I'm acting now or Avery's scream I don't know. Jared and Jensen are at the table, both looking at Jared's laptop, and everyone else is involved in a large conversation that I can't hear. When we came in they looked up, but quickly returned to their conversation. I wonder if it was Lucifer that hinted to them that now wasn't the time to ask questions. Instead, we sit silently together on the couch.
"Are you okay?" he asks finally.
"Mm-hm," I reply.
"What happened?"
I shake my head. There's no need to tell him about this. Nothing really happened, looking back on it. I just flipped. I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.
"Alright," he replies, pulling me close. I rest my head on his shoulder. I didn't realize how tired I was until now. Hunting takes a lot out of you. Glancing at the clock, I see it's fairly late, too. I should probably go to bed soon.
That really was my plan. I really was going to go to bed in a few minutes. I guess I was more tired than I thought, because I open my eyes and it's morning. I hadn't even realized I'd closed my eyes at all, never mind slept for a full twelve hours. Looking up, I see Lucifer is still sitting next to me, arm around me. He looks down at me when he feels me move.
"Good morning," he says with a grin.
"'Morning," I reply tiredly. I look around the room. "Is there really no one else up?"
"Jared's been up for a while," he replies. "He wanted to talk to Gabriel, so they went outside so that they wouldn't wake you up."
"Ah, they didn't have to do that," I say.
"Okay, I sent them outside because they were annoying me."
I give him an amused look and don't question it. "Sorry, didn't mean to fall asleep."
"It's fine," he tells me. "Didn't have anywhere to be anyway."
"I feel like I should get up, but I also don't feel like getting up, ya know?"
He laughs. "Eh, no rush. No one else is up. Well, Sabriel is, but most people are still in bed. It's not like they're going to come rushing in here and tell us they've got a case already. I hope. We usually get at least one down day after a case."
"You call Jared and Gabriel Sabriel?" I observe, amused that he uses the show's ship name, especially since it doesn't even go with Jared's real name.
"Yeah, it's been a long-standing joke since we found out people shipped them. Everyone thought it was hilarious shipping the main character with a character from five episodes. Four at the time, actually."
"So Sabriel isn't actually a thing, though, right?"
He shakes his head, and I can see he's amused that I thought it was possible. "No way. They're friends, but that's all. I think. As far as I know. No one tells me anything, though, so I guess it's possible, but no."
"I never was a Sabriel shipper," I admit.
A/N Don't flip out about this. Just keep reading.
"Just didn't make sense to me. Although that was because I thought they hated each other. I'm sure if the fandom was them together, they'd confirm Sabriel immediately."
"Oh yeah, definitely. With crazy shippers everywhere, I'd be surprised if they didn't."
"Hey, they aren't all crazy!" I protest.
"Oh, don't tell me you're one of the crazy shippers."
"No, but that's because I accept what's canon in the Supernatural universe but now I don't know what's canon anymore and I don't see why I can't start shipping now."
"Oh, dear god, don't do it! Don't give in to the shippers!"
We both laugh. We joke about the over-the-top members of the fandom for another few minutes, and it's great to have someone to talk about how stupid some of the ships are.
We're so wrapped up in talking about the show, I don't even notice Misha enter the room until I hear him loudly in his best fangirl voice, "Oh my gosh, Baicifer is real!"
Lucifer quickly removes his arm, and I start laughing. Misha has the best timing ever, and he's super random, which is even better.
"Baicifer?" I repeat, still laughing. "Worst ship name ever."
"I didn't really have time to think," he reminds me. "Kind of a 'heat of the moment' thing."
That makes me laugh even harder, and I'm sure a lot of people involved in the fandom know exactly why, though the actors probably don't remember it from back in the earlier seasons.
"No! I don't want someone to keep dying!" I reply, mock worried.
"Hey, blame Jensen and his taste in music," Misha says. "I didn't pick the song."
"Just hope you're not the one that remembers every day," Lucifer adds.
"That didn't actually happen, did it?" I ask.
"Almost to the detail," Misha laughs. "Most of the things Gabriel has done in the show he's also done in real life. Like the doctor show, Dr. Sexy."
"Did he shoot Jensen?" I ask, recalling the time that Sam and Dean realized who was doing it, and Gabriel shot Dean to get Sam to play his role.
"He killed Jensen over a hundred times," Lucifer reminds me. "I don't think a non-fatal shot is going to phase him."
"Oh, right. What about that Nutcracker thing?"
Lucifer laughs. "Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about that!" It takes me a moment to realize the reason he says "Oh my gosh" isn't because he's a super-good person that considers everything a swear like the reason most people say it, but because if he says "Oh my God" he's talking about his dad. "That was hilarious!"
"Were you there?" I ask, confused. In the show he had been the villain at the time, but if he was never really the villain, where would he have been then?
"Yep, same as Gabriel," he tells me. "When I said we had been traveling the world, I meant we had been traveling the world and annoying the crap out of people. Nutcracker was one of my personal favorites, honestly."
"What else did you guys do?"
Lucifer thinks for a few moments. "Well, we put someone in the movie The Scream," he tells me. "It was hilarious. And then... There are too many good ones. I can't choose! Okay, uh... Oh, this one was Gabriel's idea. There was this guy that loves experimenting on animals, so Gabriel stuck him in a box with a thing of poison like Schrodenger's cat."
"Bet he didn't test on animals after that," I laugh.
"Of course not," Lucifer says. "He wasn't alive. But he wasn't dead, either."
I know that was a joke, because it proves how stupid the experiment was on Schrodenger's part. Still, it does leave a question I'm hesitant about asking.
"But did you two kill him?" Misha asks for me.
Lucifer shrugs. "Not sure. I got bored and found more jerks to mess with. Gabriel took care of that."
"What did I take care of?" Gabriel enters the room, Jared next to him, looking like they're best friends again. They're both beaming as they enter the room. I think I see them let go of each other's hands as they join us.
"That guy in Germany," Lucifer says. "The-"
"Schrodenger's cat guy?" he guesses immediately. "That was fun!"
"What happened to him?" I ask.
Gabriel shrugs. "Depends on how well the Germans got rid of the poison."
"Oh, don't tell me you called the cops about it," Lucifer says, sounding disappointed.
"Okay, I didn't call them," he says. "Someone else did, and I got out of there before they saw me."
"You could have just zapped out of jail," Lucifer reminds him.
"It's not the getting caught I was afraid of," Gabriel tells him, "I just didn't want anyone to know how that happened. If he did get out, you can bet your ass he got stuck in an insane asylum. No more animals for him!"
They both laugh, remembering the past few years together.
"Hey, remember the sharknado?" Lucifer asks.
"Yes!" Gabriel replies excitedly. "That was hilarious! Honestly, movies have the best ideas. And that guy that thought he was telepathic!"
"He thought everyone hated him after that," Lucifer laughs.
"And that guy that literally lived the Odyssey," Gabriel remembers fondly.
"Should've listened and gone to Charybdis," Lucifer says. "Hey, remember that college professor that kept throwing pens at her students, so every time she'd reach for a pen, it would move away from her?"
"For something so simple, that was way too fun to watch," Gabriel says. "She was, like, freaking out."
"And the kids were all laughing their heads off," Lucifer adds. "Only class I've ever been to, and I've got to say, I don't regret it!"
"I had no idea my life was so boring until I started listening to this," Misha admits.
"Same here," Jared agrees.
"You're a hunter," I remind him. "It can't be that boring."
"Would you like to test that theory?" Jared offers, a big smile on his face. I look around and see the others seem to be in on this too.
"What do you mean?" I ask, confused.
"Avery told us that the demon thought you were a hunter," Lucifer tells me. "If he did, odds are there are a lot more that do too. You wouldn't be safe if you left us, not now and probably not for years, maybe ever. We were talking, and this is all up to you, but would you like to stay with us? Become a hunter and work cases?"
At first, all I can do is look at him. Is he serious? They want me to be a hunter? I'm not a hunter. I can't be a hunter. But why not? Why shouldn't I hunt with them? Jared and Jensen hunt, and they're human. Why should I be any different? I've already helped with a case. It wasn't too bad. Actually, I kind of enjoyed it, and the group is so fun to hang out with. Maybe I should give up my old life and be a hunter. It's better than being attacked by demons when I think it's all over.
"Is this a joke?" I ask cautiously.
"Nope," Lucifer says. "Not at all."
"I don't know about everyone else," Gabriel says, "but I'd actually really like you to stay. I can't deal with these people any longer!"
"Except me, right?" Jared asks hopefully.
"No, especially you," Gabriel replies jokingly.
Jared gasps in mock hurt and puts his hand to his heart. "How could you?"
"I'm so sorry!" Gabriel says too enthusiastically, throwing his arms around Sam in a huge hug. With the 11 inch height difference, it looks really weird in the best way. "I didn't mean it! I didn't want to hurt my moose! Please forgive me, Moosey!"
"Sabriel confirmed," Misha says jokingly.
"Yes it is," Jared agrees, and plants a kiss on the top of Gabriel's head, leaving Misha, Lucifer and me in shock.
"Do... Do I have magical powers?" Misha asks. "The powers of the shipper. I can confirm a ship just by saying it!"
Jared laughs. "You're a bit off with the timing, though," he says.
"Only a couple minutes, though," Gabriel adds. "So nice going." He looks over at me. "Oh, we were having a serious conversation here, weren't we? Oops. Back to you, Bailey!"
I feel like I can't say no now; not after Sabriel become a thing. It's too cute to miss out on! That leaves me with one option, and it's the one I was leaning towards for my own safety anyways.
"Okay," I say finally. "I'll stay."
"Yay!" Misha shouts. "It's a Christmas miracle!"
"You do realize we're months away from Christmas, right?" I ask him.
Misha shrugs. "It's still a Christmas miracle!"
I laugh. "Alright, Misha. Whatever you say."
I'm in too much of a good mood to argue. I'm staying. I get to live with my favorite actors. I get to hunt with my favorite characters. Most importantly, I get to hang out with my new friends. That's what they are, even the people I don't talk to much. I may have just met them a few days ago, but we're all friends. I just can't wait to see what mess we get into next.

A/N: (it's been months since I finished this. I'm on book five. I should probably update this author's note so it makes sense.

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