On Broken Wings of Love and Deceit (Samifer, FemSam)

Chapter Three

A Wasteland, My only Retreat

For a moment, it was perfect. Lucifer opened his eyes slightly, peering through the lids which were encrusted with dust and grime. Beautiful Destruction.

Time seemed to stop as the earth jarred violently with giant earthquakes, triggering tidal waves and buildings to collapse. Storms seemed to materialize from nowhere, hurricanes and tornadoes ripping civilization apart with all the glory of mother nature.

Scientists are still baffled about what could cause such destruction on a global scale. [Static, Interference]  World-wide authorities encourage you to stay inside, Do not attempt to...

Sam flicked the television off with the remote, sick of listening to the reporters whiny voice.  Slowly lowering it to the table, she glanced outside through the thick net curtains and red protection symbols shrouding her windows. The clouds were an ominous black, thunder rumbled violently like a growling dog, all encompassing and omnipotent. Not long now till the storm broke.

All Sam's finely tuned senses screamed that this was something  Supernatural. This isn't nature, not on this scale. Not everywhere all at once from nowhere. She dove into her memories, searching desperately for something that could be responsible for this mess. Nothing came to mind. An Anti-Christ? No, there was only one and he was a little boy. Was she in a djinn dream? No, she would be somewhere happy- not this dump. Getting up slowly from her chair, muscles pulling painfully after not being used for so long, she made her way to the spare room.  Opening the door, the smell of old books and damp paper greeted her. Mountains of knowledge, huge encyclopedias of information she had grabbed before she made a getaway from the bunker. Sighing, she opened the nearest volume, hefting it up onto the knee.

After a few minutes of scanning for anything recognizable among the yellowed pages, her eyes began to swim. Shutting the book and letting it fall with a heavy thunk onto the floorboards, she dropped wearliy into a chair.  She couldn't do this, hunt.  Not alone. Not without Dean. Memories started to break though the door she had been pushing them behind. Tumbling out in full view. The Impala. Dean smiling. Burgers at Bigersons. Motel rooms. The music. The thrill of the chase. Sam and Dean....on the hunt together. Emotions building to a crescendo, throat aching and eyes stinging she shuffled into a more comfortable sitting position. Staring  at the corner of the room. A cobweb fluttered in the draft, shaking thick clumps of dust to float freely in the beam from the naked light bulb hanging overhead.  

She allowed the tears to come, flowing silently down her pale cheeks and over the darkness which circled her dull eyes.

"Jerk" she whispered,softly, barley audible,  voice choked with emotion.

  Only the frantic pattering of rain on the grey roof tiles replied.

 Shaking her head and tucking a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear, she tried to focus. This morning she had woken up to a grey sky which hinted at a drizzle,  nothing like what the weather was currently up to. What an earth could cause worldwide destruction, earthquakes, tsunamis, snowstorms....almost apocalyptic natural disasters.

Almost Apocalyptic.

A cold chill spread throughout her body. No. She tried to reassured herself. It can't be...The room around her seemed to spin.

Lucifer....

Lucifer couldn't stand it. His vessel was being torn apart, the shattered pieces of his mind being scattered. It was overwhelming. He could feel the raw power coming from his tarnished archangel grace tearing him apart like a nuclear bomb. The blaze of dark smoke from his hands and eyes suddenly slowed, spluttered then stopped. Lucifer collapsed in an heap, power burnt out- he was as good as human. Stricken with pain, blood seeping down his forehead from gashes hidden in his dark hair. 

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious for. Hours. Days. He would never know. The sharp blare of a distant police siren woke him. Opening his eyes was an effort, moving was out of the question. But as the whine of the siren drew closer, he managed to crawl, pulling himself across the mud with his hands. Luckily- the place he had chosen to end the world wasn't that far away from a small town. After crawling for hours into the night, body screaming, acting only on the animal instinct to survive.

The town had been evacuated, as Lucifer stumbled dizzily into the empty streets, there was evidence of flood and storm damage, the street full of debry and houses missing roofs. He didn't notice any of this as he passed. Blindly he half walked, half fell into the kitchen of a waterlogged house. Sliding down the cupboards he sat heavily in the cold water covering the black and white plastic flooring.

Lucifer covered his face in his hands. Shivering. Alone. Body skeletal. Broken wings matted with blood and missing feathered, limp across his back.  The water around him darkening with crimson blood.

He didn't even have the power to end it.

Not the world, not even his own life.

The entire street around the place where the devil himself was cowering went cold. Frost creeping up the window panes like flowers, rain thickening to dirty sleet.

Lucifer rocked himself slightly. Running his fingers through his wings like Michael used to do,seeking comfort in this feeble, childlike action. He gently allowed himself to drift into a fit-full sleep, laying in the freezing water on the hard floor.

It wasn't any different from the cadge.  What had he been thinking?

He didn't care how or when anymore.

He just wanted to die.