Roommates with Angels and Demons

Day 273

Oops may have forgotten about Wattpad...
Been busy with stuff
Anyways here's a chapter! A long one at that- an apology of sorts. Also shit is about to get real.

Day 273 - 3:34am
Lucifer's PoV

In the four days we had been locked up we figured out the only common thread between the more than 50 people being held captive. We all knew the Winchesters. There were hunters, people they had saved, childhood friends, and us their friends and husbands. Crowley and Balthazar got thrown in a few hours after us. We had agreed to keep our relationships and identities under wraps until necessary. The people who had done this were a group of renegade hunters and a few regular folks. All of them hated my wife and her brothers with a very obvious burning passion.

"Lucifer," Michael whispered in the dark.

"What?" I answered. Apparently, he was in the same sleepless boat I was.

"How long do you think it's going to be before they realize something is wrong?" He asked. I took a deep breath.

"It could be a week or they might already know." Michael replied with a chuckle. I decided to roll over to look at him. Here we were again. Stuck. Stuck together. Stuck together in a cage. We will always end up here. We laid there for a while, staring at each other. To anyone else it would have been odd. Not to us.

Day 273 - 4:56am

I woke with a start. The speakers that on a daily basis would spew out some orders were now playing music. I recognized it as Guns N' Roses instantly. I looked to the small skylight and saw that it was still dark out, but I could feel the sun beginning to rise. I could feel it in my grace. Everyone else was up too. I got to my feet with a small groan, the pain in my side still thumping with any movement.

Welcome to the jungle

Then, I heard it. The most glorious sound I have ever heard. Gunshots. I could hear them down the hall. I walked towards the metal gate. I could hear yelling now. Then, several men turned the corner. I backed away from the gate. Each one carried a rifle.

"Get ride of them," one ordered. They raised their rifles. Then I heard a wet sound and they weren't standing there anymore. Instead the single dull light in the dark hall cast a shadow over a figure standing behind where the men were. I knew exactly who the figure was. I knew every single curve. They walked towards the gate.

"Hey, babe," I smiled. I heard Millie chuckle. She flicked on the lights. There she stood, in all her blood splattered glory. She turned to her right and dragged a hand down the wall, gouging the metal and destroying the warding. "You are all manners of hot right now."

"I know." She back up and kicked the door down.

"Millie?" Balthazar stared. I simply smiled and walked towards her. When we met she looped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. Oh my dad I missed this. He lips tasted like sweat, iron, gunpowder, but I could still taste her strawberry chapstick.

"Wait... if you- you're- you're Lucifer," someone gasped. I turned.

"Yeah, sorry I didn't mention it earlier."

Millie led us out and down a maze of hallways into a larger room. Dean, Sam and Cas were there, dispatching the last guy. What I first thought was a red shirt on Sam I quickly realized was actually white

"You guys okay?" Sam asked, the gentle look in his eyes was betrayed by the chuck of flesh in his hair.

"All good, Samsquatch," Gabriel answered, grabbing the blood stained collar of Sam's shirt and bringing him down for a kiss.