The Heat of the Moment Sabriel/Destiel/ Michifer Highschool AU

Rescued... Maybe

The winding road Lucifer was so intently focused on finally broke off. The car halted and Lucifer bit his lip.

"Are you guys ready? This... This isn't going to be easy. This guy is a trained assassin.... What the hell are we thinking?" He huffed and shook his head. Sam quickly informed the police of the current events. The texts from Gabriel and their location. There was an immediate reply.

"Do not engage,  local dispatch has been sent, and the FBI was alerted. This guy is dangerous, don't do anything stupid kid."

Sam snorted. "Too late." He murmured. Cas gave him an inquisitive look but Sam shook his head and shrugged it off. Lucifer slipped out of the car and everyone else followed. Just in case, Sam turned on the tracking for his phone. He got out and Lucifer nodded a bit.

"Alright. Guns." Lucifer distributed the weapons to everyone. "Ammo..." He continued to do this with everything. Making sure everyone had things they needed. "One more thing." Lucifer produced leveler vests.

"Do I want to know where you got that?" Michael asked.

"No."

"Fair enough." Lucifer flashed a smile, but it we hallow and sad. A dark look took over his face and Lucifer glared at the warehouse at the end of the gravel path.

"Let's go." He growled. He stalked forwards, loading his gun as he did. He picked up the pace and not too long after they all reached the wall. Lucifer stayed in front of them all and searched for a point of entry. He prodded the front door and it creaked open. They all entered and there sat Gabriel. His eyes wide. He was gagged and tied to a chair. He shook his head wildly and Sam furrowed his brow. Muffled yelling could be heard from Gabriel. Something rolled in front of the group and a bang and blinding light both blinded and deafened then. Disoriented they were easy targets. Chains were thrown around their wrists and each were tied to a separate post. They were disarmed and their vests confiscated.

"You son of a bitch!" Lucifer screeched. He was tied off by the wall, on heavy steel pipes. He tugged on his hounds and growled in frustration.

"Lucifer Ross Lambert." A sinister voice spoke. "Castiel Tippens... No last name mentioned. Interesting." Footsteps echoed but there was no face to the voice. "Gabriel Speight Jr. Adoptive sons of man by the name of Erik Kripke?" (Couldn't think of who should be the dad so...)

Who the hell are you?" Lucifer snarled.

"No one of importance. Who are you Lucifer? A scared boy, one who had a friend. And got him killed? Does your new boyfriend know? I suppose not." There was a malicious laugh. A man stepped out into the light. The first thing that they noticed was a large brand like symbol on his forearm. "Nice little party you got here. Michael, Dean, and Sam Winchester. Three boys desperate for daddy's attention. If you only knew what he does... Adam Milligan, mommy died too soon? I wonder who's fault that is." He grinned. "It's too bad you didn't bring Samandriel." Adam visibly tensed. As did Lucifer and the other Novaks.

"I am going to skin you alive you bitch." Lucifer stood up. Michael looked at him, his eyes glazed over with fear.

"Have fun getting to me first." He pulled up a chair and sat down. "Well? No one wants to be friendly huh? Interesting. How about... You!" He pointed to Dean. He stood up. "Strong. Solider like almost. Daddy's boy." He smirked. "Like me. Older brother, little bro doesn't like when Daddy leaves?" He stalked over to Dean. He grabbed Dean by his chin, gripping it tight until Dean had to jerk away. He worked his jaw in pain.

"Don't touch me." He snarled.

"Behave, boy." The nameless man disappeared and returned with three red hot rods. "You're worthy and strong enough to hear this Mark Dean." He jerked on Deans chains until his forearm was exposed. He pressed the rods to Deans skin and Dean screamed and writhed in pain.

"Dean!" Sam screamed fear he'd lose his brother.

"Don't worry, don't worry. If I wanted to kill anyone I would've already." He removed the rods and revealed the same symbol he had on his arm now on Dean. "You now have the Mark of Cain. I don't think may will mess with you now." He sat back down. "No. I've been given the task of catching you guys. I did! Now we have to wait. Your father," he looked over at Gabriel. "Messed with the wrong people my dear boy."

"What is your name? You know ours obviously. We might as well know yours." Michael spoke. His voice was steady and calm. Lucifer looked over at him. The boy had stood up straight, showing no fear. Dean didn't move, desperately wanting to rub and soothe the burning pain in his arm. Neither Cas nor Sam took their eyes off of him. The man sighed heavily.

"Annoying, you all are. I'm Cain. The Father of Death." Lucifer huffed from where he was bound.

"That title should belong to me bitch." He huffed. Cain chucked softly and shook his head.

"You're a whiny thing aren't you?" He laughed again. Gabriel grumbled something inaudible. "Oh! I almost forgot." Cain pulled the gag out.

"Gee, thanks." Gabriel hissed. "Are you the bastard who killed my families?" He asked.

"No. I don't kill. Not anymore."

"You killed that man! And the dog." Sam protested.

"It was necessary," Cain said causally. "I was paid to kidnap you. And maybe catch these guys, that's just a bonus." He shrugged. Cain glanced at a dirty window. A grin cracked his face. "Ah, I can finally meet the guys who hired me.  He's the man who killed your family, Gabriel. He's the man who's been messing with you recently."

"Then he's the son of a bitch I gotta kill and then, Cain. I'll come for you." Lucifer snarled.