Chapter 3

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"Gabriel?" Castiel called out fearfully, even though he knew he was gone.

He stared into the eyes of the Devil himself, the angel who rebeled.

Faint memories of Lucifer flashed into his mind. Burning wings and shrieks.

"Gabriel can't be with us right now." Lucifer grinned. He looked the little angel up and down as he stood up.

"Castiel, just the angel I wanted to see."

Castiel shivered. The temperature must have dropped by at least 30 degrees!

The black winged angel stood up cautiously, dropping his angel blade he had into his hand. He gripped the silver blade fearfully.

"How about I take you on a little trip?"

Lucifer suggested.

"Where is Gabriel?"  Castiel raised the angel blade up to his face defensively.

"I've got things to show you buddy, things Gabriel couldn't ever show you."

"Where is Gabriel?" He repeated agressively.

"Just let me show you." Lucifer reached out a hand.

Castiel stared down at it, wondering if he should take it.
Should I? Wait, what am I talking about? It's Lucifer! The one angel Gabriel always told me to watch out for!

"Aww come on. I promise nothing will happen." Lucifer grinned, still holding out his hand.

"No." Castiel stepped back, extending his wings threateningly.

Lucifer sighed as he dropped his hand to his side. "Alright, we'll do this the hard way."

He leaped at Castiel, wrapping his arms around him tightly.  Four huge, burnt wings extended from the vessel's back, creating a massive shadow on the church wall.

Castiel let out a frightened scream as Lucifer flew them out of the church.

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Lucifer landed in front of a small house.

Light illuminated from a single window.

"Where are we?" Castiel shook away from Lucifer's grasp.

"Welcome to the Winchester house hold."

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