Summary: Lucifer's put a bounty on Dean's head and it's down to Sam and Castiel to keep the hunter safe… but first they need to find him. Dean/Castiel.
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'Hell's Most Wanted'
Chapter One
Lucifer contemplated his reflection in the broken mirror with a sardonic grin, all too aware of his vessel's decomposing state. Even though he'd achieved much in the past few months from within the body, his time in this particular meat suit was coming to an end. It was happening far quicker than he'd anticipated, but it meant that now he could kick-start the final leg of his plan to bring Sam Winchester – his true vessel – to him.
And then?
Well, then Hell was coming to Earth. It was enough to make him want to do a happy-dance. Everything he'd accomplished was leading up to this moment in time and no one, especially not those damn Winchesters and their little pet angel, were going to stand in his way.
With one final smirk at his appearance, the fallen angel turned towards the two demons candidly keeping their distance over the other side of the room. How he despised the thought of relying upon these two for anything, but he was safe in the knowledge that his plan was foolproof. He was going to kill two birds with one stone and then feast upon their broken, bloody corpses.
'Bring him to me,' he commanded, the soft cadence of his voice raising chills upon the demons' borrowed skin. Bowing their acquiescence, the pair hurried from the room without a word.
'Soon, Winchester. Soon…' Lucifer promised.
The soft resonance of early morning traffic drifted through the open window as the exhausted figure finally settled his head on a pillow, closing his eyes as he snuggled under the threadbare blanket. Even the proudly ticking clock couldn't keep the man awake tonight and it didn't take long for his breathing to slow, slumber swiftly taking hold.
The curtains fluttered gently, the wind picking up as a lone piece of paper fell from the worktop, floating to the floor. The room showed very few signs of being occupied, with the exception of the hunter's bag thrown carelessly on the floor beside the single bed, easily within grabbing distance if the need arose.
The shrill ring of a nearby phone startled Dean from his short foray into unconsciousness with a jolt, cursing as he bolted upright. Untangling himself from the sheet he leapt from the bed and grabbed for the phone in the pocket of his pants, not even bothering to check the caller I.D.
'What?' he grouched, drained beyond belief. He'd been driving through the night and there was only so much Metallica you could listen to at full volume before even that could no longer keep you awake.
'Dean.'
Castiel's rough voice cut through the sleepy haze fogging his brain like a sharp knife.
His angel.
'You need to tell me where you are,' Castiel demanded, urgency apparent in his voice. That the angel disguised none of his worry was enough to make the hunter take notice.
'Cas, what's going on?' he questioned as he rubbed a hand wearily through his short hair. He sure wasn't getting any rest tonight, not at this rate.
'Lucifer. There are demons heading your way, Dean – I need to know where you are.'
There was a long pause as the angel let his words sink in, expecting Dean's typical sarcastic humour, but there was no response.
'Dean?'
Across the phone line, Castiel heard a harsh thud before the line went dead.
