Satan's Mistress

Scene: a Hotel in Rockford, Illinois

Lucifer buries his head in his hands the agony of defeat is unbearable it can't happen to him again. I wont allow it Lucifer says to himself he knows what is at stake and this time his plan must not fail. Sam Winchester's refusal to agree to be his permanent vessel is starting to weigh heavily on Lucifer's patience. The body he has chosen as his temporary vessel has already started to decay from the inside out.

Lucifer angrily exclaims: "This body will not do for much longer, its weak, its filthy. I want a new one. I want Sam Winchester!!"

Out of the bathroom walks a scantily clad woman, her hair is wet from the shower she just took and she's smirks in his direction as if calling him without speaking.

Lucifer immediately looks up into her beautiful eyes and his worries seem to disappear from memory as now his mind is filled with thoughts of her. Her skin, her eyes, the smell and taste of her. She belongs totally to him and that pleases him a bit.

Lucifer stands up and his mistress already seems to know what time it is and what she is there for. Her purpose is clear to both of them. She wants nothing but to please him, nothing but to bring him the best pleasure he can experience outside of being in heaven with his father. Lucifer misses his father so much the pain at times rips at his angelic soul and threatens to consume him every day and night he is without God.

Lucifer knows all to well how bad this pain can be he had already spent two millennia wasting away his talent down in hell with the vermin known as demons. How much I despise them Lucifer thought to himself , they are almost as pathetic as the sack of meat surrounding my beautiful true form. Lucifer smiles at the thought of hearing their agonizing screams as humans souls continue to pay and eternity in hell for disobeying his father, this price he himself had paid for so long. Now that pain would soon be a distant memory he knew once he took Sam Winchester as his own he be King of Kings, Lord of Lords, the master with no equal and no superior. But what about his Mistress? Satan's mistress he calls her and Satan's mistress she forever will remain.

She walks closer to him and sits down on the bed still smirking and staring into his eyes as if searching for the beauty within and wanting to know his every thought.

Lucifer: "Strip for me".

She's hoping he be in the mood tonight to lay with her, and immediately obliges to his wishes

Removing her lingerie she places them on the floor and once again returns her eyes to stare into his, totally mesmerized by her master.

Lucifer: "Now undress me" he orders calmly.

Again she does as she's told, unzipping his muddy blood stained jeans from spending many hours burying the corpses of those hairless apes he murdered early this very night.

She stands up to remove his plaid shirt and his undershirt.

She kneels before him in the nude to remove his muddy sneakers and wet socks.

Lucifer smiles down at her.

Finally, she takes off the final stitch separating him from her, his pure white boxer briefs.

Lucifer steps out of them as she pulls them down his hairy white legs.

Lucifer: "It pleases me to look at you, you are not like the billions of disgusting creatures that consume this planet, your soul is pure, there are very few pure souls on this planet, my vessel Sam Winchester is a pure soul that's why I need him."

Satan's mistress kneels on the floor in front of him continuing to stare into his eyes wanting him to see right into her soul and consume it with his power. She knew very well all that he was capable off and unlike most it didn't frighten her it filled her heart with the desire to see him use them. It doesn't bother her one bit the lives that he'd taken and the billions of others that he planned to destroy, all that matter was he was beautiful the most beautiful thing she ever seen.

Lucifer: "Get up and run me a bath, so you may wash this dirt off my disgusting vessel."

"As you wish." Is all she says before his prescene, she never utters a single other phrase before him she does as she's told.

Once the tub was full and the bubble bath threatened to spillover the edges Lucifer enters the bathroom and takes this opportunity to take a leak right in front of her.

Lucifer doesn't bother to use the toilet he knows that his mistress will gladly clean his piss from the floor.

Lucifer finishes pissing, he steps over the puddle he's made and gets into the tub.

Satan's mistress kneels by the tub with a washcloth ready to cleanse his skin.

Lucifer lays his head back against the porcelain, closes his eyes and dreams of how beautiful this planet will be once he rids it of the plague known as the human race.

He closes his eyes as his Mistress bathes his flesh and though she shouldn't she can't help but caressing his vessel's skin with her hands hoping that Lucifer will acknowledge her once again, but he refuses to. Lucifer keeps his eyes shut, he has no desires like that of mortal men, Lust to him is merely a demon he heard of in hell and found to be unworthy of his attention or true pleasure. Lucifer knew real pleasure in heaven and nothing man had to offer could please him much. Satan's mistress knows this fact all too well, but it didn't stop her from wanting to touch him, hoping one day he will see her as worthy enough to lay with and finally plant the seeds of a whole new generation within her womb.

A child of purely Satanic blood and entire new race of angels born from Lucifer's pure soul, but in order for this to be even a remote possibility he would have to overlook her biggest flaw, being human that is the one thing that kept them apart she is too disgusting of a creature for him to lay with so all she could offer him was her soul.

She continues washing his vessel as teardrops fall from her eyes into the tub.

Lucifer is aware of her tears but has no sympathy for her, he doesn't have to unlike other humans she was his and he knew it.

Lucifer's eyes remain closed.

Scene: The Impala is a remote deserted highway in Wisconsin

Dean: "This is a really bad idea Sam!"

Sam: "Why? Because its my idea and not yours?"

Dean: "Exactly, Its sucide! You are too vulnerable right now and I'm not about to go after Lucifer half cocked again."

Sam: I know it sucks the colt didn't work, but we have to do something Dean, he's killing more and more people every single day. Soon the Angel of Death will be racking up his own body count and the numbers could reach the hundreds of thousands within a few days there is no time to waste.

Dean knew his brother was right about that and he absolutely hates to think of all those poor slaughtered victims because it only reminds him of all those they already lost in battle. The most recent being poor Ellen and Jo Harvelle two of the kindest, strongest women he had ever known. He felt a sharp pain in his heart everytime he thought of Jo mangled and bleeding on the floor of that store, thinking of Ellen holding her prepared to push the button that would send them from this earth for good hurt him. Dean first felt the sharp pain that quickly changed to feelings of absolute rage, he wants nothing more than to rip Lucifer's heart out that is if the son of a bitch even had one he thought to himself.

Dean finally responds to Sam with something their best friend Bobby Singer often said to them during their many hunts together.

Dean: 'Don't try and con a Con Man, Sam. We don't know what Lucifer's true end game is and he's the one holding all the cards, if we just roll up there with no real plan we'll be dead as doorknobs within minutes."

Sam rolls his eyes in his usual annoyed fashion at his brother's obvious oversight.

Sam: "He can't kill us Dean, or at least he wont kill us. He wants me to be his vessel too badly and you belong to Michael, he knows killing you now will only piss his brother off and he doesn't want his brother coming down here to finally claim you before he claims me."

Dean: I don't belong to anybody Sam, except well..I did join a health club once, but that was only cause this really hot chick worked there she was an aerobics instructor. Dean laughs at the thought "Dude, she had me sweating so much, the sex was so great I almost passed out a few times though."

"Dean"!! Sam says with absolute disgust in his voice indicating not only that he didn't want to hear Dean reveal any more details about sex with the aerobics instructor, but also that he was getting way off subject.

Sam: "This is not about you or me, this is about everybody Dean, I don't want what happened to Ellen and to Jo to happen to anyone else we know..what if Lucifer tries to go after Bobby next?

Sam looks at Dean with those sad puppy eyes of his that always makes Dean's stomach flutter just a bit.

Dean: "Alright! Just don't look at me like that, I get it. I get it. So what's your plan Sammy? We can't let him kill anyone else we love."

Sam pauses for a moment at that last word Dean says, it wasn't one Dean used very often, but he knew Dean felt that way about those he truly care for it was nice to hear him admit it sometimes and though it wasn't nice to hear Dean still referring to him with that little kid nickname Sammy. He admits to himself he'd grown to accept that no matter how hard he tries to change Dean's mind, he will always be Sammy to his brother.

Sam sighs acknowledging his brother's willingness to cooperate with his plan

Sam: "My plan is to follow these omens leading to Rockford, Illinois and find Lucifer then call Castiel for back-up."

Dean was surprised at how easily Sam brought up Cas now as if he were an old friend, but Dean knew better than that. Sam for whatever reason despite how much their father John had tried to beat it out of him was forever eternally trusting and willing to have faith in a higher power which had gotten them in trouble before.

Dean wasn't sure exactly what Castiel could do against Lucifer if he could even do anything at all, but he did like having at least one angel in their corner. He fears Sam and Cas would never learn to trust each other, but trust was something that had to be earned and reearned as far as Dean was concerned. Dean has his own trust issues with everybody but tries hard not to show it being a hunter was hard enough he thought if you can't rely on those you are hunting with you are gonna Die for sure that much he did know, so Dean worked very hard to wrestle with his inner demon that told him not to trust anybody not even himself.

Dean had met this inner demon once while dreamwalking in his own mind, he even recalls shooting the bastard, but the demon didn't die, he couldn't die, and he only had grown stronger inside of Dean while he was in hell, the scariest deepest part of Dean's mind told him that Sam would never be the little innocent boy he raised again, he knew Sam looked up to him, but Dean couldn't bare it if his brother became the worst form of evil known to man, he thought demons were bad, but now he knew angels were much worst. He always thought they didn't exist and now that he knows they do he wishes his mother had told him it was the easter bunny watching over him instead, bunnies are a lot nicer than the angels.

Dean: "Ok, but, I will not go after Lucifer until Castiel arrives promise me Sammy, promise me you will wait till he arrives and if anything goes wrong you will not try to use your powers just wait and he'll fly us out of there immediately.

Sam smirks at Dean with his own knowledge that he's about to say something to annoy his brother and return the favor Dean often gave to him

Sam: "I thought you were afraid of flying?"

Dean glances quickly taking his eyes of the road to look at Sam's smirk with a "Are you Serious" look.

Before quipping "Oh Shut up Sam!" Dean says.

Sam laughs just a bit at that response knowing he's achieve his goal of getting under Dean's skin a bit, the banter between them had become almost like a ritual that he could rely on like clockwork, whenever Sam was worried or confused he could always count on Dean to say something that would at least let him know that some things don't change, his brother would always be a smart ass that thought was comforting in a world where very few things seem the same anymore.

Sam turns his head away from Dean to look out the window and lets his thoughts wonder back to Lucifer.

Dean turns the station on the radio and Metallica plays