Getting Home, a Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 5

"Dad," I breathe, watching as the angel steps into view. He looks around, admiring the turnout. He begins to walk down the red carpet slowly. Fans jump and scream, but he doesn't seem to notice as he makes his way passed them, ignoring reaching hands. His gaze remains straight ahead until he approaches us, when he looks over and winks, likely at Sam and Dean. Immediately, he's back to the professional rockstar he's supposed to be, almost too fast for me to process what happened.
"Dad?" Crowley repeats. "Well, that's an interesting twist."
"Shut it, Crowley," Dean growls.
"There's no way we can get to the actual show," Sam says. "There are too many people."
"Unless we clear the people out," Dean suggests.
"And how do you propose we do that?" Crowley asks.
"I don't know, but it has to be possible," Dean says.
"Or we can just push past everyone and ignore their complaining," I suggest.
"That works," Dean agrees. "Stay together."
I intend to follow that, but when we start moving, it's clear that their size is slowing us down. In an eight year old's body, pushing by everyone is easy, so I ditch the others and attempt to catch up to Lucifer. I hear a lot of upset people, but there are also a lot that think it's cute that an eight year old wants to see Vince Vincente.
That's all they see is an eight year old; my wings are neatly folded (but uncomfortably) under my shirt to hide them. My jean jacket hides any uneven areas that would raise suspicion as well.
Finally, I manage to make to close to the stage. Those closest won't give up their spots, even for a kid like me. I don't blame them, though. If I got to see a singer I loved from the front row, I wouldn't give up my spot for anyone.
Apparently, this is an outdoor concert, which means no crammed doorways to get through. I find myself in view of the stage, center but at a distance. I'm able to watch Lucifer walk on stage. He looks around, grinning to himself as he looks at how many people came to see his revival concert. Somehow, he finds me in the crowd. Our eyes lock for what feels like ages. Finally, he looks away and into the general area of the crowd.
He has an entire concert. He literally goes through the entire thing, almost as if this is Vince himself. Finally, after a few hours, he walks backstage, and the crowd cheers. Slowly, they begin to leave. I stay where I am until most people in front of me are gone, when I push my way up to the stage. I wait hopefully for him to return. Will he? Or is he done with this? With us?
After about half an hour, there's no one nearby, and I decide to give up. My dad isn't coming back now. He's probably already left the city. There's no use in staying. I turn around to leave, feeling disappointed. I was so close to getting to my father again. I almost made it, but then I didn't.
The clearing of a throat behind me makes me turn back to the stage. There, standing in front of me, inside of Vince Vincente, is Lucifer. He gives me a smile, which looks strange on this vessel's lips.
"Dad?" I ask quietly.
"Dad?" he repeats, his head cocked in confusion. "I wasn't aware I had children."
"What?" I reply, my heart breaking inside my chest. My own dad doesn't remember I exist? "You're... You're Lucifer, right?" Is there just another angel that looks shockingly similar?
"Lucifer?" he repeats. "The devil? He doesn't exist. None of those things do. Angels, demons, none of them are real."
"You're lying," I say confidently. "You're an angel. I can see your wings."
"Wings?" he repeats with a slight laugh, as though that's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard.
"Yes," I reply. "I've got them, too," I add, taking off my jacket. I allow my wings to cut slits in my shirt to poke through, extending them fully to stretch them after having them cramped in my clothing for so long.
Lucifer nods thoughtfully. "So you do," he agrees. "And you claim I'm your father?" he repeats, which I confirm. "I don't remember being with anyone when I got out seven years ago."
"I'm not seven years old," I tell him. "I'm eight days."
"Um... What?"
I can see his confusion clearly, but unlike when I told Sam, Dean, and Castiel, he doesn't seem to doubt it. It's obvious he thinks is strange, but he doesn't seem to think it's impossible that I'm that young.
"Look, kid, I can tell you're something special, but you're not my child, okay? I don't have a kid. I've never seen you before in my life."
"Yes, you have!" I protest. "I just saw you earlier today!"
"What are you talking about?" he asks, clearly doubting it now.
"At the bunker. You, me, mom, um... Other people that I can't remember..."
"The bunker?" Lucifer repeats. "Like, the Men of Letters Bunker?"
I shrug. "Maybe?"
"And your mom," he repeats. "What is she?"
I shrug again. "I don't know."
"Is she a human? Demon? Angel?"
I shake my head. "No, she's none of those."
"And you don't know what she is?" Lucifer asks.
I shake my head again. "Nope."
"Do you know her name?" Lucifer asks.
"Bailey."
"Do you know her last name?"
I shake my head. "Nope."
Lucifer sighs. "You're not making this easy. Look, I'll get you back to your family if you want, but that's all I can do."
"You are my family!" I insist.
"Where's your mother?" Lucifer asks. "I'll get you to her."
"I don't know," I reply.
"Then what do you want me to do?" Lucifer asks, his annoyance showing.
"I want to stay with you!" I reply. "You're my dad!"
"I. Am. Not. Your. Dad!"
I feel a tear try to escape when he says that. He sounds so sure, like he could never have a child. How doesn't he remember? He loved me. Didn't he? It seemed like he did.
"Macie!" a voice calls from behind me. I whip around to see Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Crowley all approaching quickly, likely because the crowds are gone now. Sam, with his long legs, is in front of the rest, running as fast as he can. He reaches us soon after calling out my name.
Lucifer gives him a chilling smile. "Hey, bunk buddy!" he says in an overly happy tone.
"Sam, what are you-" I begin, but I'm silenced when Sam pushes me away from Lucifer, not very gently.
"Leave her alone, Lucifer," he growls.
"Okay, first of all, she sought me out, not the other way around," Lucifer tells him. "Second, if she wants to be with me, she can be with me."
"She's not going with you," Sam declares.
"I thought you didn't want me," I remind Lucifer.
"I changed my mind," Lucifer replies. "So, you coming or not? I think it's time for a trip to Hell."
"She's staying with us," Dean announces, joining us. Following close behind are Castiel and Crowley.
"Crowley?" Lucifer observes. "Who woulda thought? And to think, you guys hated each other not long ago."
"We still do," Dean replies.
"We just have a bigger enemy in common," Castiel adds.
"I think they like me, though," Crowley adds.
"You know what's great about your common enemy?" Lucifer asks. "He's way better than all of you."
Lucifer hops off the stage, pushing Sam out of the way so I'm in front of him. When Dean tries to approach us, Lucifer kicks him away as well. Using my powers, I keep them all in place as I look at my father.
Lucifer reaches out a hand. "Shall we?"
I nod and take it, and the world disappears.