(1) The Devil's Hybrid (D. Winchester)

Chapter Forty-Eight

Erika lays with her head on Lucifer's chest, he strokes her hair and smirks pulling it between his finger.

"Well that was worth waiting a thousand years for" he teases, Erika smiles tightly, regret and guilt settling over her features, she schools her features and then sits up.

"What happens now?" she asks him pulling the blanket to her chest. "Am I to stay here....locked away?" she asks with a scowl. Lucifer strokes her arm, thinking, he motions for her and she leans closer to him.

"You are not my prisoner, Erika," he tells her, stroking her cheek. "But if you are to return to those.....boys, I would ask something of you"

"What?" she asks.

"I want to know everything" he whispers and kisses her. "And I mean everything" he whispers pulling back. "Can you do that?" she swallows and then nods. She just wants to get back to them, reality is now seeping back into her bones.

"Yes" she answers, he smirks and kisses her again.

"Just stay with me a little while longer," he asks of her. "Let me....re-familiarise myself with you" she nods and lays back down onto his chest.

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A nurse walks down a hospital corridor past a patient with a mobile IV stand. Both pass a closed door, behind which Bobby is heard yelling.

""Unlikely to walk again"?! Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" The door bursts open and a doctor flees. Inside, Bobby sits in a hospital bed and Sam and Dean stand by the window. "I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!" Bobby looks over at Sam and Dean. "You believe that yahoo?"

"Screw him. You'll be fine"

"So, let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?" Sam asks.

"Well... We save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, heaven or hell, we're boned" Bobby answers.

"What if we win?" Dean states, Bobby stares at him. Sam turns to face Dean, who sounds a bit too confident. "I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap apocalypse. Hell, they want to fight a war, they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take 'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves"

"And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?"

"I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, and I'll figure it out"

"You are nine kinds of crazy, boy"

"It's been said" Dean pats Bobby on the shoulder. "First things first, we find Erika, we know she's alive, Chuck saw her..."

"Yeah, but he said she was trapped somewhere" Sam points out. "Where? She could be anywhere"

"Well, the other angels don't seem bothered by the fact she wasn't with us" Dean points out back. "I say they have her...." Dean looks to Bobby. "You stay on the mend. We'll see you in a bit" Dean heads for the door. Sam follows.

"Sam?" Sam stops. "I was awake. I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that...that was the demon talking. I ain't cutting you out, boy. Not ever" There is a long pause. Sam sighs relieved.

"Thanks, Bobby"

"You're welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but...you're welcome" Dean and Sam leave.

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An ambulance drives past. Sam and Dean walk out to the cars.

"You know, I was thinking, Dean—maybe we could go after the Colt"