On Broken Wings of Love and Deceit (Samifer, FemSam)

Chapter Thirteen

The Fall

The days passed, long and peaceful, bathed in the golden light of autumn. Sam would make the dinner, learning to cook proper dishes instead of throwing a ready meal in the microwave for her and dean. Lucifer continued to flourish, turning away from his past, his shivering flashbacks now becoming rarer- replaced with wood carving just as he used to do with Michael all those years ago. Soon enough every exposed beam and table leg was festooned with heavenly scenes and crawling vines emerging from the pine.

On that particular day, Sam was standing at the kitchen worktop, painstakingly peeling carrots with a small vegetable knife (she had always disliked peelers) Humming a familiar tune to herself and thinking about how exactly she would comb Lucifer’s glossy feathers in the evening. Gazing out the window to the picturesque scene beyond, watching the clouds float over the green pastures casting colossal shadows on the land, she lost concentration on what her hands where doing and the knife slipped, and slicing into her thumb.

“Son of a bitch!” She exclaimed yelping in pain and squeezing her thumb as it became sticky and red. Rushing over to the sink and letting cold water cascade over the wound and wash the blood away, revealing the wound.

“You’re turning into a baby! Its only a little scratch!” she scolded herself, laughing.  “Luci!” she called into the house, wanting to share her little mishap “Luci?” Only the house answered with its little creaks and groans. “Lucifer?” she called again, uneasiness beginning to creep into her mind.

Leaving the carrots but still holding the tiny vegetable knife, she went to investigate. Everything was as it should be as she explored the house but Lucifer was nowhere to be found.  Just by chance she glanced through the bathroom window as she entered the bathroom and saw a dark figure standing on the front path through the rippled glass. Freezing, gripping the knife a little tighter, she inspected the figure further. A stretch of wings and she knew it was him. Relaxing immediately she charged down the rickety stairs to find out what an earth Lucifer was doing just standing on the path staring at the sky. Whatever it was it wasn’t good. The hair stood up on the back of her neck

Flinging the door open, nearly ripping it from its rusted hinges, she stopped suddenly, shock sticking her in place like mud.

Lucifer stood on the quaint little path leading up to the house, back to Sam, body rigid and eyes fixed on the sky. Gone were the clouds that had been there minutes ago, replaced by a distant but fast moving writhing blackness, spreading like a disease into the blue sky. The dark smoke immediately set alarm bells ringing in Sam’s mind and she reached for Lucifer hand, finding it cold and clammy.

He was scared.

“Luci? Are you okay? What’s going on?” she asked, having to raise her voice as the wind picked up. Looking back towards the house, she was startled to see a blinding white light coming from the sky behind it. “Lucifer!!” she screamed, the wind at hurricane speeds ripped the tears from her eyes “What’s happening!!” Lucifer’s eyes were fixed on the dark shapes moving with frightening speed in their direction, staring at the intently and muttering under his breath. Jumping at Sam’s pleading cries he turned to face her. He was as white as a sheet, dark circles had appeared under his eyes and he looked like he had seen a ghost.