Lucifer Chronicles

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Dean managed to get the ring off Pestilence, with the help is a much missed party. When they walked through the door, Ariel was immediately on her feet. 

"Castiel?" She all, but screamed. 

She ran to him and threw her arms around his waist. "Where were you? I missed you so much! I was so worried! I couldn't feel you anywhere!" She began to pepper kisses all over his face. She was too preoccupied with showering him in attention, that she hadn't noticed he wasn't all there. 

Castiel stood there and took all the affection, a small smile growing on his lips. He actually missed her fawning over him. The grin soon disappeared however, as Bobby cleared his throat. 

"Nice to have you back, kid. But we've got important matters to deal with." 

Dean fished into his pocket and pulled out Pestilence's ring. "One to go." He handed the ring over to Bobby for safe keeping. 

"So, uh, we might have some good news." Ariel began and pulled herself away from Castiel, much to his confusion. 

"Doesn't sound so good." Dean sent her a glance, and shared a look with Castiel. 

"Chicago's about to be wiped off the map. Storm of the millennium." Bobby moved his chair between the siblings, knowing it was about to get real ugly, real fast. "Sets off a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million people are going to die." 

Castiel furrowed his brows. "I don't understand your definition of good news." He looked between the man in the wheelchair, and his suddenly fidgety soulmate, that was inching slowly further from him. 

"Well, uh, Death, as in the horseman, is going to be there. Maybe we can get the drop on him and get his ring." Ariel finished, refusing to meet anyone's eye. 

"Alright, but how did you guys get all this info anyways?" Dean asked, watching the color drain from his sister's face. 

"We had a bit of help." Bobby informed once he realized Ariel wasn't going to. 

"Don't be so modest." Crowley came around the corner, a glass of scotch in his hand. "I barely helped at all. Hello, Dean, pleasure, et cetera." He waved his free hand dismissively. "Go ahead and tell them, there's no shame in it." 

Dean whipped towards Bobby. "Tell us what?" He demanded. 

Bobby just looked towards Ariel, who was nervously shifting on her feet. 

"World's gonna end." She began, trying to avoid looking into prying eyes. "Seems a little silly for us to get worked up over one teeny weeny soul." her voice grew quiet at the end, and she chanced a glance towards Dean. 

"You sold your soul?" Dean roared. 

"Oh, more like pawned it. I fully intend to give it back." Crowley shrugged. 

"Then give it back." Dean yelled again, taking a threatening step towards Crowley. 

"Did you kiss him?" Castiel suddenly asked, a barely noticeable edge of hurt laced in his tone. 

"Well, uh." Ariel didn't know what to tell him. She didn't want to hurt him, and it wasn't for pleasure. 

Crowley cleared his throat, and held up his phone. He was showing off a picture of them lip locked. Crowley was smirking directly at Castiel. 

"Why'd you take a picture?" Ariel snapped. 

"Why'd you have to use tongue?" Crowley smiled, still looking Castiel dead in the eye. 

"I didn't!" Ariel gasped when she saw Castiel step towards Crowley, only to be held back by Dean. 

"Give her back her soul. Now." Dean demanded, struggling to hold onto Castiel.