Sam tossed and turned in a cheap motel bed as his dreams were tormented by The Devil himself. What was real? What wasn't he just didn't know as he watch Lucifer walk the halls late at night of the Appomattox Court House in Virginia. Lucifer felt a sort of irony, he isn't without it most of the time but especially now in this empty Court House. This was where the Confederate General Robert E. Lee's surrendered. Lee sat at a marble-topped table on the left, Lieutenant General Ulysses S. Grant at the table on the right of the very room that Lucifer had now entered. The American Civil war was just one of Lucifer's bright examples on how humanity is nothing but a barrel of maggots killing each other in an attempt to survive, yet are rewarded when they can fly upwards towards the heavens. More people die in the name of the lord, than in any natural disasters, disease or gangways. Before guns there were swords and they were killing each other, and what's changed to this day, still killing each other. To have such filthy creatures plaguing what Lucifer had once called his home was a disgusting and left a rather distasteful after thought.
Lucifer made his way to the table in which Ulysses sat, he ran his hands across it causing it to cackle and burn beneath his finger tips giving it a rather tormented appearance. He was aware of Sam's presence in the room but also made out to be ignoring him, of course Lucifer only let Sam know what he want him to know. Leaning on the table, Lucifer waited impatiently for his appointment to arrive. He would assume it would take a lot longer than expected, after all he was fallen, though not in the strictest sense of the word. He was without Heaven's grace, they turned the tap off on his powers, although calling himself the new God and father, heightened Lucifer interests. He was quite looking forward to it.
Lucifer wouldn't care about this one lone angel if it weren't for the fact of his relationship with humanity, specifically the chosen vessels Sam and Dean Winchester. Aside from Gabriel and a very few handful of others, Castiel was the most important. His relationship and influence has helped the Winchester's struggle against fate, and it was only appropriate that Lucifer meet the man face to face without turning him to jam once more. Angel of the lord, true to his word he hoped that Castiel wouldn't back out. He wasn't going to harm him, only talk to him and try to sway him over to his way of thinking and show torment Sam's dreams. Sam just didn't know if it was real or not and Lucifer is very convincing when it comes to swaying the minds of humans. Lucifer had many followers in the angelic garrison, but since the death of Uriel it hadn't been a lucrative group of followers. He could still have some angelic followers, he just has no means of figuring out who is who, and giving away his position so easily can interfere with his work. Last thing he needed was Angels breathing down his neck every waking moment of existence.
Lucifer was Heavens top wanted, he was also Hell's most wanted too. Oh the sheering irony of that. He chuckled to himself, Heaven and Hell regaining forces for him? He felt special. But, he hoped that Castiel realised, that after Heaven was done with him and if he continued to rebel against them, he would be their next most wanted Angel. That is after, they try and, he is looking forward to them trying and probably not succeeded in killing him first.
Lucifer looked at the ticking clock in the corner, he grew frustrated and annoyed at the sheer tardiness but it's to be expected. He, however growled low under his breath at his own rationalization. The Devil can be bested by few, but among those, is he, the devil, himself. Always reminded in cultural references and literature that he is vain, selfish and self absorbed, although to a degree those can all seem to be very true, he isn't stupid. This isn't a fairy tale. The end of the world is a very real thing and he's going to make sure it happens with or without the help of the other angels.
The first thought that crossed his mind was if Lucifer knew of the irony of the situation. This meeting place seemed rather strange and oddly specific. Of course, Castiel wasn't going to question it. He had been drawn here like a moth to a flame. All he could hear was the sound of his brother's voice; calling him. Perhaps he was a fool for coming. Maybe he was walking in to greet his own death. If so, he was prepared to greet it with open arms - or wings. He was no coward. Even stripped of his heavenly powers and Purgatory's most ancient beasts running through him, he was still an angel of the lord and he had a duty to uphold. In fact Lucifer should be scared of him the beasts inside of him were in fact stronger then The Devil could imagine. He would meet with Lucifer, find out what he wanted, and report back to Sam and Dean if they were talking to him. The chances of him spilling his plans and sharing his inner thoughts were low but there had to be a reason for summoning him, here, right?
How long should he keep Lucifer waiting? This constant thought bombarded his thinking system. Unusually for Castiel, the not knowing what Lucifer wanted was doing something to his human vessel. This earthen body which he used to move about the earth had the oddest sensations at the most inconvenient times. Take the need to lose water from the body every now again, how do humans manage to control this need to constantly go to 'toilet'? and what is its purpose? why bother putting anything into the vessel at the top, if it has to come out further down the body? and this affects every human, still unable to comprehend the mechanics of the human vessel and its constant need for maintenance and re-fuelling Castiel also has all the "feelings" and "body responses" to deal with.
Doubt was beginning to cloud his mind, not his judgement and he started to second guess his decision to come. It was too late now though, by now, the Archangel had no doubt sensed, his presence. Castiel could feel him in some way. He could feel him in the air around him; a dark force that lingered over the area. Humans would probably call it a sixth sense of sorts. His deep breaths were visible in the cold air; creating a small patch of fog around. Breathing. It was something foreign to him, something he hadn't needed to do before. There were a lot of things that he needed to do now. Without Heaven's power, he was essentially... human. Not fully though. He still possessed some abilities but nothing that would aid him, should the events of tonight turn ugly. I never told Dean where I was going. That fact hit him suddenly. No one knew where he was. No one had any clue as to what had happened to him. If something did go wrong, he was completely and utterly alone.
Since being giving the commission of Personal Body Guard to Dean Winchester human feelings and emotions were "growing" on him for want of a better word. You can't be around all these humans, day in, day out and not let them affect your thinking one way or another. In heaven everything is very much "God's Way" with no ability or facility to veer off God's chosen path, yet here on earth, humans have freedom of choice and free will to choose God's way or Lucifer's way. The killings of the recent priests and people who made a prophet out of God's name was righteous in his mind, though, that was also like the Leviathan were playing with him, it was hard to hold them down on occasions and that was killing the vessel.
There is no other choice despite what humans rationalise and twist to suit their circumstances. If only humans understood this, they actually have a choice, for angels, it is completely different. Angels aren't supposed to think for themselves, merely carry out orders from the last heavenly being with the most authority.
Why in all of the universe, would Lucifer want to meet with Castiel? Castiel could think of a hundred different angels who would more than happily act as double-angels for heaven and hell. Look at Uriel, for as long as Castiel had worked with Uriel, he never picked up on him working for the enemy until it was far too late to do anything about it. Uriel would've been the last angel in God's solar system he would have thought would turn against his own species and true family. Perhaps it was because he was staunch in his beliefs in doing "the right thing" for his Heavenly Father that made Castiel such a target? Where is Dean when you need him? Thinking how Dean would look at this current predicament and the words he would use to describe Lucifer and his tactics. Castiel decided it would be best not to bring the boys into this meeting, he would do this alone. After all, it wasn't the first time he had met Lucifer on earth, and he had one of these vessel feelings it wouldn't be the last.
Time means nothing to an angel, it is merely an earthly measuring system used to sequence events and to quantify the rates of change such as the motion of objects. There is no such thing as "time" in heaven; everything flows smoothly and freely with no measuring system in place. Earth, however was different, these humans were almost obsessed with this measuring system, some even emitting unusual behaviour if their need for control was abused by another human who did not adhere to their orders or decision. Castiel wondered if Lucifer had be-littled himself from Angelic being to humanoid and if he had started to obsess over time the way humans did?
Castiel's hands balled into fist as he stared at the darkened building before him. Why here? Why now? Why him? Of all the places in the world, why this spot? His footsteps seemed loud as he walked along the path, eyes scanning anything and everything. Lucifer was here. Close. His fingers curled around the handle of the door and to his surprise, it was unlocked. Yes, he was most certainly here. He'd left the doors open for him. With a deep breath he threw open the doors and stepped inside the building.
"Castiel…" Sam said with a questioning look, loud enough for him to hear but Castiel seemed to ignore him, or he was invisible right now. "CAS…" he got no recognition back from either Castiel or Lucifer as Sam watched the being enter the room.
Blue eyes almost instantly adjusting to the change in lighting. The dark, ominous feeling had intensified, maybe that was due to his vessel, or maybe because he had been switched off from Heaven. He also swore he could smell something burning. Which told him that he was most certainly in the right place. Sucking in a deep breath he strode onwards, unblinking, hands hanging by his sides, doing his best to mask the fear that was beginning to swell inside of him.
Lucifer had sensed Castiel coming, when he finally approached within a fair distance of the establishment a small smirk occupied across his lips. He sat at his newly forged and altered desk and ran his hands along it. More so, admiring his handy work at twisting yet another one of humanities creations into his own liking. No matter what, they, or his father, makes, Lucifer planed to show the ugliness of it. Even angels themselves, he being the prime example and Castiel hopefully being another. Sitting in Ulysses altered desk, he stared at the empty one across from him as the door slowly opened as Castiel entered. Smirking, Lucifer said nothing but gestured to the other empty desk. Casually he sat, kicking his feet up onto the table and picking at the blood and gore beneath his nails from earlier that day. Of course, he could simply will it away but he liked the work it took to pick pagen from beneath his vessel's nails!
"Welcome Castiel, please have a seat. We have much to discuss." Lucifer wouldn't wait for Castiel to sit, if he did or not, Lucifer used his powers to pull out the chair, gesturing again for the lesser Angel to sit. If he chose not to, he would continue to use his powers to force him down. The Devil's fingers idly working still, at picking the blood beneath his nails. Castiel was just another Angel to Lucifer, when they were in Heaven, he paid him no heed. He wasn't anything special or to admire. Lucifer couldn't stand that vessel, oh how he would love to wear Jimmy for a day and show up what he truley prayed for and too. Yes that's right, he was still wired up to angel radio and heard Jimmy pray for an angel. Pathetic and weak. He was just another face. However now, Castiel's importance in the grand scheme of things was fairly present. He worked closely with the chosen vessel, he helped thwart Heaven's plan and not only that he would like to admit his own. Despite being a powerless maggot, Castiel was a least worthy of a couple minutes of Lucifer's attention.
"You seem different brother, is that because daddies favourites decided to cut you off from the trust fund he left behind?" Lucifer was referring to his powers and Castiel couldn't help but wonder if Lucifer even knew about Purgatory running through his veins. Lucifer continued. "You really need to learn how to be obedient, I'm sure you've upset your superiors. Not that it matters anymore, you, like a few others, have chosen your side and you choose Humanity. If anything, I hate that humanity group of angels, then I hate Michael and the rest of daddies little helpers..." Lucifer sensed that Castiel was going to butt in at this stage. With a wave of his hand, he brought the chair up and wiped Castiel of his feet and bound to the chair. "Let me finish" Lucifer said slightly annoyed.
"Where was I... hate yes... Though hate isn't going to get me anywhere is it? Not with you, no Castiel. I know what you want. You want your powers back. I can give them to you." Lucifer leaned over on his desk, levelling his gaze with Castiel behind the desk opposite him.
There he was, the Devil himself. Seated at a rather ominous looking desk. He certainly had the flair for being dramatic but he guessed it was all part of the game. This was most certainly a game. The winner simply hadn't been chosen yet. That was what made it all the more dangerous. He couldn't foresee the outcome of this meeting. He could of course, guess how it might end. Chances seemed good that it would end bloody. He had come here without a plan and no back up. The odds did not appear to be in his favour. When his brother announced that they had much to discuss that was perhaps an understatement. There was much to discuss, that was for sure, but Castiel doubted anything The Devil said would be what he wanted to hear. Perhaps Lucifer thought he could be swayed to 'his way of thinking'. Foolish, the very notion. He'd already chosen his side, had given up his place in Heaven for the side he felt, no, knew was the right one. He gave the chair a look before ignoring the offer to sit. Sitting felt like a bad choice. Much too vulnerable. Instead he simply stood in one spot; blue eyes locked on Lucifer.
Lucifer's words caught him off guard; his shock showing through on his features. Why was his brother giving him a lecture on following orders? It was all a little hypocritical and absurd. Lucifer, preaching obedience? And hatred. Of course the hatred was there. He could see it in the eyes of The Devil, Lucifer hated Castiel for choosing Humanity. It was to be expected though. Lucifer had never respected their father's creation. He'd always considered them lower beings. Perhaps the most worrying part of this whole ideal was the fact that Lucifer seemed to have acknowledged what side he had chosen and was not going to try and sway him.
It was a lie of course. The Devil did have a silver tongue. However he still felt Jimmy's heartbeat speed up at the mention of getting his powers back. A deal with The devil in order to return to Heaven? The very notion was laughable. Being without Heavenly powers was one thing, being at the mercy of Lucifer was another. Showing no response to Lucifer's threats was part of the course in heaven. Growing up in heaven Lucifer and Gabriel were continuously playing pranks on unsuspecting angels, each trying to out do and out wit the other. Of course it was Lucifer who took the time to show Gabriel the meticulous attention to detail required for a prank to be truly worthy of heavenly recognition. Over time and with a lot of patience and practice Gabriel had earned his skills and of course, his patience.
Castiel had been blessed with learning patience from Gabriel. It was a well known fact that if you wished to exercise patience, you had to learn from the best. In heaven you were only ever taught by the best in their field. This Heavenly learning period required the utmost concentration from the student with devoted time to their studies. For Castiel this period of tutoring from Gabriel had taught him to be unwavering in unexpected situations, to always expect the unexpected and to always, under any circumstance, always show you anticipated your opponents reaction. But still, it was tempting in a forbidden kind of way. Could he do it? Lucifer did possess a large amount of power. Maybe he shouldn't be considering IF The Devil could resume his powers, but rather, WHAT did he want in return for such a thing. After all, Lucifer had just told him that he hated Castiel, perhaps more than Michael. That was pretty serious. Better yet, he really should be wondering if he was even going to get out of here alive.
Returning Lucifer's ice cold glare, he was about to stop his brother in mid conversation to simply ask what he wanted when he was forcibly forced into the chair. Sam ran to the front of the court room to seemingly help Castiel but there had been an unnoticeable force holding him back and stopping him going any further. He felt helpless at the moment as his hands ran around his waistline to catch hold of a gun he kept down the back of his trousers. He seemed to panic ever so slightly when his hands felt nothing of a weapon as he looked between Lucifer and Castiel. He noticed Castiel was looking as if he had just done ten rounds in a boxing ring worse then Lucifer's burning vessel and that was staying something. This dream felt very real to him, Sam decided to sit on the front row of the court room and watch seeing as he couldn't do anything to help right now. He squeezed his hand where he had cut it with a piece of glass to make sure if it was real as his brother Dean. He felt it twinge and he took a deep breath and reminded himself that this was all a bad dream…. Or was it!