Music Wars (Destiel, Sabriel, Michifer)

(18) Straight to Voicemail

Lucifer

The session with Naomi wasn't terribly long, and Lucifer couldn't go hang out with the Winchesters afterward like he normally would. So, he ended up back at the hotel.

As he first walked into the lobby, a strong part of him considered just heading to the hotel bar and getting wasted, but overall, he decided just to head up to the room.

Of course, Gabe was waiting in there. Oddly, he was already standing, staring at something. He jumped to a different position when he heard his older brother walk through the door. Lucifer, however, paid no attention to it. 

For a minute there was nothing but silence until finally Gabriel couldn't stand it any longer and said something. "You deserved all of that," he spoke in a monotone voice. "Everything Michael said. You really screwed it up this time."

"Did I really?" Lucifer shocked himself with the anger that came out as he snapped back. "So what? I called him a name in a song. Does it really matter?"

Gabe stared at his brother in shock, "You really don't get it, do you? He's been falling for you. With the way, he can't find a way to speak properly when you're around, and he gets all shy and quiet. He went and accidentally said one wrong thing, and your resolution was to ruin his worldwide reputation?! No one deserves that. So yeah, you hurt him and totally deserved way more than that. Get your life together man."

With that, Gabriel stormed out of the room to Chuck knows where leaving Lucifer alone with himself.

Even though he didn't want to admit it, Gabe was right. Lucifer had been so out of place lately, maybe fame really did get to his head. But at the same time, he trusted Michael who clearly didn't trust him. Should he make things right?

Before even answering this question he whipped out his phone and texted Michael without putting any thought into the actual words.

Lucifer: You screwed me up and deserved that song. You really are a fuckboy who plays with people's feelings, aren't you?

After a few seconds, the 'Delivered' message came up. Michael hadn't blocked him yet. But Lucifer wasn't done yet, he went to the drummer's Instagram and DM'ed him.

Lucifer: fuck you fuck you fuck you

Good. He got the message across and settled with that. Feeling satisfied, Luci headed down to the hotel bar. 

//~~\\

Two hours and way too many drinks later, Lucifer found himself drunkenly stumbling on the roof of the hotel with his phone in his hand.

He tried. He tried so hard to get rid of it all. All the memories. But Michael was the only thing that stayed in his head the whole time. He needed to fix it.

Lucifer quickly went to Instagram to delete the DM, but Michael had already seen it. Shit. So, he did the only other reasonable thing. Called him. Straight to voicemail.

//~~\\

Sam

Samoose: starting tomorrow we can't talk

Trickster: i thought our date went really well??

Samoose: should've clarified, record label won't let us talk so you guys can be known for yourselves not for being with the hunters

Trickster: i'm still texting you every day. i'd like to see them try and stop me.

Sam laughed. It was really cute when the small guy tried being all feisty.

Samoose: Crowley is having us block you guys to make sure nothing happens.

Trickster: dang sammy
Trickster: how long does this last?

Samoose: my guess is until the album release

Trickster: text me until midnight so i enjoy it while it lasts?

Samoose: of course :)

//~~\\

Dean

Dean walked up and knocked on the door of the hotel room. It was opened almost immediately and he was face to face with Castiel.

"Can I come in?" Dean asked, peeking inside and noticing that something was off. Cas opened the door more to make room for him to pass.

There were paper and bottles everywhere. The sheets were on the ground and the window was open. A look of panic crossed Dean's face and he turned back to his friend, "Is everything okay?" He was genuinely worried.

Castiel rubbed his face and sat down on one of the beds. "I'm not sure. The room was like this when I came in. And I have no idea where either of my brothers is." Dean sat next to him and put his hand on his shoulder. "I worry about them, Dean. I thought this trip would be fun, but I don't think we realized how different this life is."

"I get it," Dean comforted. "My brothers and I kinda graduated into this world, but we've seen people crash and burn because they couldn't handle it. But you guys seem different. You're going to make it I promise you."

//~~\\

hiii, it's short and i'm sorry but its been awhile since i've written with these guys sooo still trying to get used to it.

pro-tip: ap classes suck. which is why i'm taking three.

also people are, like, weird? apparently it's hard to be friends with everyone because then they get mad you're friends with someone they don't like or something. 

i'm gonna try to stay consistent again butttt golf tryouts are coming up in two weeks. we'll see?

that's all for now. byeeeee