Soooo this is based on a post I saw on tumblr, and I cant resist a bit of big brother Michael! Or Papa Chuck!
"Where is my Son?"
Somewhere in the back of your mind there is a little voice that reminds you that when someone as powerful as He comes knocking on your door demanding answers, its in your best interests to give as many answers as your can despite them actually being true or helpful.
And so when Chuck came asking, Dean tried to supply Him with an answer that would not set Him off, as He was known to cause mass destruction when pushed to that point.
Sam looked over at his brother for a moment, neither really sure whether they should attempt to lie to Him or tell Him that they really had no ideas as to where the angel was. Or which angel He was asking in regards to.
Mary sat forward slightly at the use of the tone she recognized, she'd used it herself during the short amount of time she had had to use it, parental concern, "Which Son?"
"Lucifer? Where is Lucifer?"
They all exchanged looks and Chuck wasn't sure how much He actually liked that response and how quick they all were to jump to it.
Here He was thinking that Lucifer was safe and semi-sound, as sound as Lucifer could be, back here in the Bunker with the Winchester family, part of the Winchester famiy, the part He liked, and Castiel while He went off to reconcile with His sister only to come to check in and not find a speck of the Morningstar's grace anywhere.
"I do-"
"In the cage where he belongs. Rowena had a spell that put him ba-"
Chuck rubbed a hand over His temple and raised it to silence him before he could get anymore out. Sam looked just a tad bit uncomfortable, He never said it but it was obvious He wasn't exactly a fan of their decision. Dean would stand by it. He'd done what was best for the world. Lucifer was a monster who needed to be locked away.
"And you trusted that she would do exactly as she said? Really?", Chuck shook His head slightly, "Boys, come on, I expect more from you then that."
"But-"
"He's not in the cage, don't you think I would know if Lucifer was in the cage or not? He's not there."
"Then the only other place he could be is down in...", Sam trailed off not wanting to believe that he would do something so foolish as to take God's favorite Archangel as his prisoner but then on the other hand he had been known to do more idiotic things to further his reign in Hell. What better way to solidify your place on the Throne then to have the true King of Hell as your lap dog and toy.
He gulped for Crowley's sake.
Chuck's face darkened.
"He's crossed a line.", thunder rumbled above them in the sky as Chuck raised a hand, "I'll be back."
And snapped His fingers.
It was like music to his ears, the sound of the great and mighty Lucifer's screams, how the mighty had fallen. Honestly, strapping him to a table and sticking a drip of holy oil into his vein was one of his better ideas. Definitely up there on the list along with setting fire to the flight feathers and carving sigils into his skin for experimentation.
Crowley smiled to himself as his prisoner jumped on the table, unable to do anything but squirm and wither in agony as liquid fire filled his veins and traveled through his body. Admittedly he'd been struch with a bit of irony on that particular one, filling the coldest being in creation with liquid flame and watching as it did his work for him.
The electric chair had been fun too, almost as much as the furnace had been, but it was a different type of fun.
He sat up from his reclining position when his screams turned to hoarse whimpers and immediately his brows furrowed, the line was clear and straight without the signs of any blockage. For all intents and purposes he should still be making music.
Crowley heaved a sigh as he was forced to stand, leaving the comforts of the throne to see for himself the issue taking place, "Sir we have a problem."
Demons. Pathetic.
"What is it? I said I was not to be disturbed."
There was a gulp on the other end, "Sir theres a man out here and he doesn't look happy."
One ballsy pesky little soul and they were freaking out, he was almost embarrassed for them, but the feeling of annoyance over shadowed that emotion. One job and they could even do that right.
"Well get rid of him. He's just a soul."
"Sir we don't think he's just a soul, he keeps asking where his son is, he really does not look happy."
Crowley froze, eyes shooting down to look at Lucifer as it fell into place, he stopped screaming his beautiful music and at the same time a man appeared asking for his son, there was no such thing as a coincidence, not when it came to this family apparently. Honestly he hadn't planned for daddy dearest to come back and actually come looking for the angel.
Nobody else had.
He looked down at a snort, soft and painful, Lucifer was looking up at him with amused but agonized eyes.
"You are so dead."
He grimaced as he too came to this same realization and jabbed a blae into the archangel's shoulder, Lucifer howled and his breathing quickened, cool blue eyes looking up at the blade where it stuck him to the table like a metaphorical butterfly on display.
The door on the other side of the room slammed with the impact of a body hitting the other side and he grimaced again.
"We're going to die!"
Lucifer whimpered as another body hit the door and they both caught their breath when the lock clicked open. The presence of the man was all encompassing, it filled them both with seperate feelings of dispair and amusement. He walked in calmly, as if there was nothing that could possibly stand in His way, and in reality it was true.
"Crowley I want my son back."
Lucifer whimpered again shifting uncomfortably, while he liked watching Crowley squirm, he would very much enjoy getting out of here too.
Part of him, the less then knowledgeable part, thought about fighting his point, by spoils of war Lucifer was rightfully his slave.
But then this was also God he was thinking about taking on. An Archangel was one thing. But not even he was dumb enough to think about taking the Big One on. Chuck brushed passed him, eyes scanning over the archangels form, and He turned a glare in his direction when He came to a stop at the blade sticking out of Lucifer's shoulder.
The Morningstar grinned a mouth full of red, "Hey daddy-o!"
"Hush, not a word from you either."
Lucifer shut his mouth, averting his gaze, so maybe Daddy did know about the latest going-ons around here. Well that was dandy. He wouldn't leave him here, would He?
"No. I would not. You are coming back with me."
His tone left no room for other arrangements, deals, or anything otherwise. He came for His son and He was leaving with His son. Crowley waved a hand at him as if he truly could dismiss Him in whatever it was He wanted to do.
Chuck snorted.
Lucifer whimpered softly when His hand wrapped around the blade, Chuck's eyes flitted to his at the sound, a genuine whimper and not for simple show. He pressed the other to the archangels temple and covered his eyes.
"Really quick."
The archangel sucked in a breath and Chuck yanked. The blade slid free as quick as He had promised it would but still he cried out softly. He could see it, see it all, the damage inflicted to His child at the hands of this uppity crossroads demon. He saw the burnt flight feathers and the carvings on his back. He saw it all.
Chuck pressed a hand to Lucifer's shoulder, eye immediately drawn to the IV line in his arm, "You think your creative, don't you?"
That was the tone that had been known to level cities.
He gulped this time.
He sniffed the air once, "Holy Oil? Are you kidding me?"
Moving to the side, He reached for the line, looking back when Lucifer whimpered again and pulled it free. Not much could stand against Him and so removing the restraints was of no issue either. He picked the angel up bridal style, ignoring the whines as best as He could, and glared at the demon.
"Mess with my kids again and you'll know my wrath."
They jumped from their chairs when Chuck suddenly just appeared, carrying Lucifer in His arms, the archangel hanging practically limp in His hold.
"I know it hurts. I know its hot. It's your core Luce, the drip is causing it to shift, I know."
The vessel was warded to prevent Lucifer's escape and He realized thats how Crowley was able to keep him there for so long.
"We need to get you out of the vessel, even if only for a bit, I know its warded."
He set the archangel down on the table, Sam scrambling to pull the books and such away as He did, and settled a hand over the warm chest. Lucifer hummed and his chest rose slightly to push into the touch. Chuck's eyes glowed bright, His own power overriding the warding on the vessel, and He pulled at the archangels broken and cracked grace.
"Come here."
It swarmed, bright and magnificant, from the mouth of the vessel. Lucifer in grace form curled around his Parent's wrist and up His arm, under the sleeve. Chuck stepped back once the whole of it was away from the body, and adjusted slightly, feeling Lucifer wrap himself around His chest and stomach. Adjusting His own internal temperature in an attempt to help restabilize Lucifer's too warm center, He pressed hand into the glowing mass.
Sam and Mary watched as the light pulsed with a different shade of blue and slowly faded, not glowing as bright as before, Chuck smiled too.
"He's sleeping, I put him to sleep, haven't done that since he was just little."
"He's running a fever, and its not going down," Chuck brushed a few fingers through the glowing orb and shook His head to Himself, Lucifer needed to lose some of that heat, "I don't know how to break it."
He stood and moved to check on the Vessel. He'd been trying to fix it to the best of His ability to ensure Lucifer wouldn't burn through it and without having to live within those confines of the wards carved into him.
"Lucifer I can't very well keep carrying you around like this, especially when I need to go out, people are going to question what the glowing thing around my torso is."
He yelped as His child zapped His fingers and He reeled back slightly, so the archangel didn't like that responce then. Good to know. There was only one other who He could think of who could take that heat without causing him more harm and that was a long shot at best. Those two didn't exactly see eye to eye anymore.
"I know its comfortable, but you need to get rid of some of that excess heat, and there is only one who I can think of who could use that extra fire you have running through you."
Lucifer quieted down at the fingers He brushed over him, falling back into a drowsy like stupor, and slowly He set His plan into action.
Michael had at one point carried Lucifer around like this, as he'd been too young to take form when He first created the troublesome little Morningstar, and He was sure that if asked Michael wouldn't object from carrying him like this again while his core slowly but surely froze back up again.
Least to say Michael had not taken to it like He had hoped he would have. The Prince was angrier then He'd originally assumed and the sad part being that He could hardly blame him either.
They hadn't exactly parted last on good terms, and it wasn't no thanks to Him either, He'd messed up a lot between them.
"No. Let him suffer."
Chuck heaved a sigh and rubbed a hand down His face, "Michael I understand you're-"
"You understand nothing. If you understood you wouldn't have waited until now to pull me from the cage."
The bright thread of grace wrapped around His arm buzzed softly, glowing just a tad duller, and inched closer to the other archangel. Michael crossed his arms at his little brother and shook his head, "No."
Lucifer inched closer to his brother and Chuck could see Michael's resolve breaking, until he reached a stiff hand out, "Fine."
The bright grace intensified in light and swirled quickly from Chuck's arm and onto Michael's, over their conjoined hands, Michael watched it closely as he swirled up his arm and up under the sleeve to wrap around his torso.
"Luci you're getting too big to carry around like this.", even as he said it he was petting a few fingers over the glowing mass curled around his arm, and it slowly dulled again, signaling that he had fallen asleep. Michael heaved a sigh at that progress.
"Of course you're asleep. You always fell asleep. You never rested like you should have."
Chuck smirked to Himself, even after everything and all their fights, Michael was still such a pushover for his younger siblings. Just took an extra push is all.
"He is warm."
"Isn't he? His core is...restabilizing."
Michael looked up sharply, his eyes blazing, it was not often that an angels core had to restabilize, let alone one of Lucifer's status.
"What do you mean his core is restabilzing?"
Chuck explained everything that had just happened in the last couple of weeks, and where exactly He had gotten Lucifer from, least to say Michael's fury was palpable. Someone had touched his baby brother, someone had tortured his baby brother, enough that his core was trying to refreeze itself now.
"Who?"
His fingers noticeably hovered, stopping their petting of Lucifer's sleeping form, "Who dared lay a finger on him?"
"Crowley."
"Sir, theres a man out here! He doesn't look happy!"
Crowley sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, why could he not find good help?, was he asking for too much for good following demons who didn't need him to hold their hands.
"What does he want?"
Silence. Nothing but echoing silent.
For a moment he was sure that nothing was going to happen, the silence was lasting, and perhaps there really wasn't anyone out there.
And then the doors burst open.