What if Death killed Lucifer?
Thanks to Girlghoul for the what if idea
Sam watched in horror as all the demons plopped over dead in front of him. He looked at the devil.
"What? They were just demons."
Sam looked back at Dean. He was just coming around. He looked past Sam at the all the bodies. Then, he looked at Sam. "If he'll do that to his creations, what will he do to humans?" Dean whispered.
Sam figured it was a rhetorical question, so he didn't answer.
The ground began to shake. "Hello, Death," Lucifer said.
"Should we run?" Dean asked.
"Can you run?" Dean had been thrown against the tree pretty hard.
"Maybe you should run, then," Dean suggested.
"No way. I'm not leaving you." Even as he said it, he wasn't sure he was making the right decision. He was Lucifer's vessel. He shouldn't be here. But, on the other hand, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he left Dean behind. Besides, Lucifer would probably just end up using Dean to get to him anyway.
A skinny man popped up from the hole that Lucifer had been digging.
"Hello, Lucifer," Death returned the greeting. "You try to control too much. I will now reap you."
"What?" Lucifer, Sam, and Dean said all at the same time.
Instead of answering, Death reached out and touched Lucifer. He crumpled at his feet.
"Is he dead?" Sam asked.
Death turned to look at the two humans huddled by the tree. He didn't say anything, just looked at them. He found it incredible that insects would deign to speak to him.
Dean didn't like the way that Death was looking at them. He had wanted to hit Sam when he had called attention to them by speaking. Luckily, he didn't seem like he was going to say anything else.
Death decided to go ahead and answer the ant's question. "Yes, he's dead." He said a few words and a bouquet of flowers appeared in his hands. He handed them to Sam. Sam looked at them quizzically. "Isn't that a custom when someone dies?" Death asked. With that, he disappeared.
"I can't believe it," Sam said. When the Colt hadn't worked, any hope that he had managed to hang onto, had instantly departed. He had been afraid that Ellen and Jo had sacrificed themselves for no reason.
Dean got to his feet and sang, "Ding dong the devil's dead."
"Seriously?" Sam asked.
"I haven't been this happy about something being dead, since we killed that yellow-eyed demon. If I knew how, I would dance a jig."
Castiel appeared. "I take it the Colt worked."
"No, Death killed him."
"That's not good," Castiel said.
"Why not?" Sam and Dean asked together. They couldn't see any reason why the devil being dead wouldn't be good news, no matter who did it.
"Death has always had a big ego. He'll be insufferable now," Castiel whined.
"That's it?" Dean asked. He had been expecting some jaw-dropping revelation of the not good kind. A horsemen being insufferable didn't sound like a big deal. "Will this affect people in any way?"
"It's always about people with you. No, but we angels have to deal with him from time to time and we'll never hear the end of this."
"You do understand that the devil's dead?" Sam asked. He had never heard Cas complain about anything mundane before. He had assumed angels were above such petty concerns.
"Yes, yes, I'm glad that the devil is dead, of course. I just wish you two would have done it, because if you got insufferable, I could just leave and go to Heaven and not see you again. Now, I have to put up with…"
Sam and Dean turned around and saw Death standing there.
"I heard that," he roared.
"Sorry," Cas hung his head down.
"That's OK. Let me tell you the story about how I killed Lucifer.
Castiel rolled his eyes and walked off with Death. This was just what he had wanted to avoid.
Sam and Dean exchanged a glance and then headed off towards the car.
The End