Prince of Darkness (Supernatural/The Originals crossover)

Not my queen of hell

I exit the throne room, letting out a sigh. So, Lucifer wasn't in his throne room like I had suspect him to be. At least I had a nice chat with Crowley. It is fun messing around with the demon and calling him a dog. That demon has some spunk. I tell you that much.

As much as I think that Crowley was a competent ruler of hell, I unfortunately am on team Lucifer. He's the one and only true king of hell. Plus, the archangel terrifies the crap out of his demon minions. Also, the demons see him like a god who is going to make hell great again, or offer them some kind of a demon paradise.

Now that he has Nathan, He might be tougher to defeat during the apocalypse. What demons are probably expecting Lucifer is for him to bring hell on earth. Except instead of the archangel Michael being present to stop him, he'd be nowhere in sight. He's still in the cage. Broken, Not much in shape for anything.

The good thing is that the Winchesters, my brothers and Castiel will be able to defeat him. All you really need to stop the apocalypse is "Team Free Will". We did it once, we could do it again. Except this time, it might be a bit more challenging. Nathan will be apart of it, most likely standing by his father's side. And this time, I'll be stuck in the middle between them. It'll cause me nothing but pain.

This time I don't want to go against my own son. I love him so much. I don't want to go against Lucifer either. Not with my mixed feelings for him. A part of me would hate him, but there will always be that one part that I'll always love him. Lucifer is special to me and he is the father of my child. Which is why I have no idea what I would do if Lucifer starts the apocalypse again. I can't go against the father of my child.

I pause right in front of Nathan's bedroom door. I form my hands into a fist and raise it around the level of my shoulder. I want to see Nathan. I want to talk about him about what he is. I want to tell him to make his own destiny. It doesn't have to be mines. It doesn't have to be his fathers.

No matter what he chooses to be, I'll always love him. My son. He'll always be my stars. My moon. My little light bringer. I'll even defend him and protect him from danger at all costs. I want to tell him that I'll support him and be there for him no matter what.

As my fist aimed closer to the door, when a set of hands grabbed me by the arm and covered my mouth. I squirmed in their grip, wanting to get away. I mumbled, demanding them to let go of me over and over again. I placed my hands over the hand placed over my mouth, attempting to get the hand off me, but it wouldn't budge.

"Oh, won't you just keep still and shut the hell up?" An unknown female voice annoyingly retorted.

In reply, I stood still and attempted to look at the direction of the voice, but my eyes couldn't reach to on her direction. I opened my mouth and tried biting her, but that was a fail. If I couldn't speak clearly with her hand over my mouth, then I would most likely fail to free my teeth and bit her. So, I did the first thing that came to my mind. I managed to stick out my tongue and licked her palms.

"Oh that is real mature." She pressed her hand harder against my mouth and leaned against my ear. "You could lick my hand all you want, but I'm not planning on letting you go that easily, Winchester."

Tightening her grip on my arm, she began to forcefully drag me down the hallway. The demons who were around, watched us as we passed by. When they have met our gaze, they quickly looked away and went back to minding their own business, as if nothing happened and as if they didn't see anything.

Why am I not surprised that nobody wants to step in and do something about her? Oh right, because regardless of anything else, I am still a Winchester. A hunter. I kill demons and exorcise them for a living. They hate my guts. It is completely understandable.