Side by Side - COMPLETE

LOTUS (part one)

Sam and Dean, in FBI suits, began walking down the hallway of a morgue. They show their badges to a doctor who is just came out of a room.

"Your colleagues are already inside." The doctor said to them.

Sam and Dean exchange questioning looks, simultaneously putting away their badges and enter the room to find Cas and Crowley. The angel and the demon are standing next to an autopsy table, where a body lies covered by a sheet

"Agents." They both said simultaneously.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "Okay, this has gotta stop. All right, give me that." He pulled off an FBI badge off of Crowley's jacket lapel.

"This is Armani!" Crowley scowled at Dean.

"Okay, enough. Let's have a look." Sam said as he pulled down the sheet. He revealed the face of the body. It was an older man with his eyes burnt out.

Dean took a step back and slightly laughed. "Oh. Looks like somebody forgot to put on his sunscreen."

Cas interrupted Deans joking fit. "This was Wallace Parker, the very powerful CEO of almost everything."

Sam continued where Cas left off. "And apparently, Lucifer's latest vessel. Wasn't strong enough to hold him." Sam covered up the man's face again.

"Lucifer's not content with slutting it from one random vessel to the next." Crowley said displeased. "He's moving on to blue chips-celebrities, captains of industry. He just got a lot more dangerous."

"I agree with Agent Zappa." Cas said, gesturing towards Crowley.

"Oh, will you stop?" Dean was becoming annoyed at the two supernatural morons.

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"So, find anything?" Dean asked as he took a swig of his beer. "Anyone powerful or respectable who suddenly changed...or exploded?" He asked from across the bunker.

"Well, this is pretty interesting." Sam walked to Dean and put the laptop down. It showed a news article with the headline 'Record Donation to Dioceses'. He clicked on a picture and turned the laptop around so Dean can see.

"This is the Archbishop of St. Louis with Wallace Parker." Sam began to explain.

The picture showed a man in a suit holding a check and shaking hands with a priest in a red robe with a large cross around his neck.

"So?" Dean shrugged his shoulders.

"So, that was him three days ago," He continued to scroll through a few pictures. "And this...is him last night at the opening of a food kitchen. Notice anything missing?"

Dean began to scroll back and forth through the pictures.

"Yeah, the big mother of a cross around his neck."

Sam nodded. "Exactly. And this morning, his office canceled all further public appearances without comment."

"Okay, so you're thinking that, uh, Lucifer blasted out of Parker and into his buddy the Archbishop here."

"Worth a shot." Sam spoke.

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The Impala pulls up to a building with a sign that reads 'Archdiocese of St. Louis'. They exit the car and walk up to the door.

"It's awfully quiet." Dean breathed.

"Yeah, I put in a dozen calls to the Chief of Staff. No one returned." Sam replied.

"Well, we'll have a look around. If it is Lucifer, we'll call the rest of the Scooby gang." Dean joked. He's always a joker in uncomfortable situations like this one.

"Hey." Sam beckoned. He rang the doorbell but there was no sound.

"Great." Sam grunted.

Dean turned and used the door knocker on the door. No one answered so Sam picked the lock and they entered. They took their flashlights out as the house was dark inside. Dean tried the light switch but nothing happened. They entered a room and seen signs of a struggle. A cross and papers were scattered on the floor; and a chair was over turned. Further in they found the priest from the Internet, bloodied and injured, on the floor.

"Father, hey. What happened?" Dean asked the priest.

The priest began to mumble his words. "We... knew something was wrong. He... he..."

Dean interrupted. "The Archbishop?"

"Uh-huh." The priest replied.

The priest watched the Archbishop walk down the hall as everysingle cross on the wall turned upside down. The priest was mortified.

"Senior staff decided...handle internally and intervene." The priest began.

"An exorcism." Dean blurted out.

Sam and Dean began walking further throughout the house. They came across a nun with her throat slit, a priest impaled to a wall with a spear and the inverted crosses. They entered another room and find the Archbishop, lying on the floor with his eyes burnt out.

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A man in pajamas and bathrobe, sat on the edge of a bed in a bedroom with a very large sliding door opening to a patio. His head is bowed and his hands are pressed together in front of his face. His eyes are closed. He appeared distressed as he spoke.

"Hey. If I agree to this, we would be partners. We would bring a true era of spirituality to America and heal her wounds?"

"Then hallelujah."

"I humbly accept your guidance."

"Yes."

The man's responses came out as if he were speaking to another person. He opened his eyes, leaned back and opened his mouth. A bright light appeared and the man shuddered as the light entered his body. He fell forward and stood there for a few seconds. When he sat back up he looked calm, grinning as his eyes glowed red. He got up quickly, smiling broader and walked over to a mirror.

"Ahh." Lucifer looked at himself in the mirror as he was now taking control over the mans' body.

"Swell."

"Now what?"

Lucifer stood in the foreground and behind him "Jeff" is sitting in a chair. They are both inside Jeff's head.

"Usually, I give my hosts more downtime, but in this case, high-profile as it is..." Lucifer began to speak. "I may need help fine-tuning some...protocols if I'm going to deliver on all the goodness and public service that I promised."

Lucifer walks away from the mirror and sits in a chair across from Jeff.

"I'm-I'm happy to help, partner," Jeff said to his good friend. "We're appearing at-at a series of fundraisers here backed by a fantastic group of aides."

Lucifer shrugged his shoulders. He really doesn't care about that stuff. "I just focus on the big picture?"

"The team handles the details." Jeff replied back.

A male aide is sitting in a living area outside Jeff's room. He heard Jeff talking. He got up and entered the bedroom.

"Well, listen, Jeff, this is all useful information, of course," The aide walked further into the bedroom and seen "Jeff" standing in front of the sliding glass door, talking. "But...if we're gonna pull this off, I'm gonna need a few more personal details."

"People need to believe that I am, in fact, President of the United States."

Lucifer turned his head towards the aide, his eyes glowing red as he stretched out his hand and slowly squeezed. After several seconds, the aide clutched at his throat and fell to the ground.