Supernatural in Real Life 5

Chapter 57

We arrive in Heaven to see the familiar white halls from the show, only this time completely abandoned. I can't tell if that's a good thing or not; neither archangel acknowledges it. They both walk in the same direction as if they had a conversation about it beforehand, but I know they didn't reach an agreement, so I can only assume they have a specific destination in mind. They meander through the halls effortlessly, as if they do it every day, when in reality, it's probably been millions of years since either of them did.
It's after about ten minutes that the two stop, and I stand behind them awkwardly.
"We should've seen someone by now," Gabriel observes.
"Because this isn't suspicious at all," Lucifer adds sarcastically. "So, what, you thinking yard?"
Gabriel nods. "There's always someone out there, right?"
"Was when I was here, but times change in a few million years."
"Well, worth a shot," Gabriel replies.
The two archangels start walking again, and I follow, feeling somewhat left out. I have absolutely no idea what's going on right now. I'm mostly just hypnotized by how Heaven looks from an angel's point of view.
Gabriel pushes open a pair of doors to reveal a large field that has to go on for miles. There are rows of seats facing away from us, hundreds — maybe thousands; I don't know — of angels' eyes trained on the three angels in the center.
Zachariah spins an angel blade in his hand, standing in front of Samandriel, who's bound to a chair by some type of warding. Next to him is Michael, bloody and bruised, sitting up tall in the chair next to the other angel. Though his posture relays control, he's very clearly been beaten down, and his confidence is faked. He's no better off than Samandriel — in fact, he's probably worse.
Michael looks over at us when we enter, giving us a small, weak smile that only lasts a second, maybe less.
Lucifer takes a step forward, but Gabriel stops him by holding an arm out, putting a finger to his lips. His intent is clear: somehow, no one has seen us yet, and we should keep our stealthy advantage.
Lucifer pushes his brother's arm out of the way. "Screw that," he says, then yells, "Hey, you sons of bitches!"
Zachariah turns around to face us, a smirk on his face. "Lucifer. Long time no see, huh?"
"Let him go," Lucifer growls.
"Yeah? Or else what?"
An angel blade drops from Lucifer's sleeve and into his hand as an answer.
"Ooh, scary," Zachariah replies sarcastically. He pulls out his own blade. "Now, not so much."
"Where did you..." Lucifer trips off, his gaze landing on an apologetic Michael. "Ah, right. Guess we're on an even playing field now."
With the flap of his wings, he's next to Zachariah, shoving his blade forward. Zachariah jumps back before the blade impales him like Olaf. Just like that, a giant ass sword fights begins. It looks shockingly like a movie, which I always thought was bullshit, but apparently, it does involve lots of quick foot movements.
"What's with the smile?" Zachariah asks.
"No, it's, uh, 'Why are you smiling?'" Lucifer tells him.
"What?"
Lucifer sighs. "Why am I smiling? Because I know something you don't know."
Next to me, Gabriel facepalms. I give him a puzzled look, and he just shakes his head.
"And what's that?" Zachariah asks cautiously.
"I am not left handed." Lucifer switches which hand is holding the angel blade.
"You're an angel. You don't have a dominant hand."
Lucifer sighs. "Seriously, Zach? These are the classics. What I meant is, I've been playing you and I actually don't suck at this." With that, he plunges the angel blade into Zachariah's chest.
As the light streams out of his eyes and mouth, Lucifer plucks Michael's blade from Zachariah's hand. He gestures for Gabriel and me to come join him, completely ignoring the shocked looks of the angels everywhere. He drops the blade on the grass behind him as he begins fumbling with Michael's restraints silently.
"Hey, Luce," Michael says weakly.
Lucifer just nods once in response.
"Thanks for that," Michael adds.
Lucifer shrugs, disrupting the warding from one of the metal bands cuffing Michael to the chair. He swiftly turns his attention to the next one.
"Are you not talking to me?" Michael asks.
Lucifer doesn't answer, but does successfully remove both bands cuffing Michael's arms to the chair. He begins working on the bands around his brother's ankles next.
"Lucifer, what's wrong?" Michael asks. "Did I do something? What —"
After breaking the last of the restraints, Lucifer looks up at his brother. "I'm sorry," he says softly. "It was self defense. I didn't think of you."
"What? Lucifer, what are you —?"
"I'm so sorry." With that, he disappears.
I look at Gabriel in confusion, but he seems just as baffled by Lucifer's behavior as I am. After a pause, he quickly walks over to Michael. He hands the older archangel his blade back and kicks away what remains of the restraints. He runs a hand in front of his brother's face, but nothing happens.
"Archangel blade," Michael says weakly.
"Oh." Gabriel attempts to help Michael stand, but the other angel pushes him away lightly.
"Samandriel."
"Oh, right." Gabriel walks over to Samandriel and behind fiddling with the restraints.
Unsure what else to do, I join Michael hesitantly. We were never friends, but it seems wrong to just ignore him.
"How did you know to look for me?" he asks me.
"Alexis told us how you disappeared a month ago and she hadn't heard from you since," I explain briefly.
"A month?" he repeats. "Huh. It's only been a few days here. Where is Alexis? I didn't see her come in."
I look over at Gabriel helplessly, not sure how to break the news.
"Bailey..." Michael says cautiously. "Where's Alexis?"
"Um..."
"About that," Gabriel says softly, kneeling down front of his brother after freeing Samandriel. "So, a lot has changed since the last time we spoke. Um... Well, Lucifer isn't really himself anymore. Working with him was kinda like how it was before Bailey came around — actually, it might have been easier, because he genuinely wanted to find you, I think — but otherwise, he's... well, different, and —"
"Where's Alexis?" Michael asks again, sick of Gabriel bouncing around the question.
Gabriel sighs. "Um... Lucifer killed her."
Michael freezes at that. There's a long pause, and with every passing moment, I grow more afraid that he's going to blow. Finally, he says quietly, "Oh."
After a moment of watching him expectantly, Gabriel says cautiously, "That's it?"
"What do you want me to do, Gabriel? She's dead. Crying about it isn't going to change anything."
"But, like, bottling it up isn't gonna help, either."
"Honestly, I couldn't care less," Michael replies. "I just want to get out of here, and then I want an explanation."
"You're not staying in Heaven?" Gabriel repeats.
"You would sooner see Lucifer come back."
"Alright, then. Come on." Gabriel hoists his brother to his feet and throws one of his arms around his shoulders.
"Wait," Michael says, glancing over his shoulder. "Samandriel, are you coming?"
"What?"
"I'm not leaving you here if you feel the same way I do," Michael explains. "Would you like to come with us?"
Samandriel hesitates, then nods slowly. "Alright..."
Gabriel limps over to him and stands Samandriel up next to him. He doesn't have to tell me before I grab his arm and he brings us all back to the bunker, ignoring the stares of all the other angels.
"What the hell happened to you two?" Jensen asks, gaping at the angels.
Great, explanation time. That's gonna be fun.

A/N My original plan was to kill Lucifer and start this whole big thing but I chose Princess Bride instead.