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Summary: The swooshing sound of an arrow, pain in his chest and a burning white noise in his ears was what Will Scarlet thought was death. Or hell. But lord almighty he was not expecting to be waking up in a leather seat with his hands and feet bound. Especially meeting two brothers who think he's Lucifer.

Oki doki…well I have a lot of stories that need finishing and I know I'm just adding to the pile but this idea has been stuck in my head for the past like two months and by God I just need to put it down on paper (or laptop).

Notice: Will is seventeen. And indeed Lucifer, although he doesn't know that yet.

21st Century

Dean and Sam shared equal looks of fear as white light and a silent ringing appeared in the middle of the church. Both turned and stared. Groaning in pain as they began to try and block the noise out. Collapsing to their knees when it all became too much. Suddenly the white light exploded. Nocking the two off their knees and roughly against the door.

Deeming them unconscious.

16th Century

He never thought that this was how his life would end. Sacrificing himself for Robin of Locksley, his half brother who had ruined his life. And not even knowing it up until yesterday. Will was terrified after he told Locksley. What would his brother think of him? A liar? A bastard who would taint the Locksley name and strike him down where he stood? The fear Will felt when Locksley stared at him with an unreadable expression was like no other. Not even when he was being tortured by the sheriff. Not even when he saw his mother drown herself in the lake. It was as if his heart was punching its way out of his chest. So when Locksley wrapped him up in a hug with tears glistening in his eyes, his legs went to mush.

Later than night his brother treated his wounds in private. The others in the group didn't know how to react. He knew what they all thought and called him behind his back. A traitor, thief, scoundrel and even sometimes Lucifer… but those words grew on him. He learnt to live with being called hurtful names, even the dark one. He glanced up at Locksley; neither of the two had said any words. Will didn't blame him, when he first found out about his blood relation to Locksley he couldn't look his mother in the eye for weeks. Knowing that his father had abandoned them thanks to Robin's selfishness. Thus the hatred and resentment began.

When the silence broke, Robin dove into the regrets of his actions. Saying that he was his brother now. That once they have won against the sheriff Will, will be staying in the castle. They'll baptize him into the family and he'll be a true Locksley. And he felt his heart swell. Every anger and rage pointed at Robin vanished as if it was never there. He felt wanted and cared for. Staring into those crystal eyes he hugged his brother. For once in his life Will was happy.

Just before the sun began to rise they set off to fight the sheriff. Beforehand Robin told Will it was dangerous and he couldn't lose his only family left. But Will laughed it off with a joke and used his stubbornness to convince Robin that he was indeed going. That he'll help his brother fight for his beloved Marian and Nottingham. So standing in the courtyard watching his fellow thieves being led to the ropes was terrifying him. When Will started to doubt if this ridiculous plan would actually work was sending his heart pounding in his ears. And almost caused him to have a heart attack when his eyes caught Wulfs. The child began to shout and jump him. Accusing Will of being a traitor. Thus causing him to lie pitifully at the sheriff and earning him a spot on the stand. Tied to one of Azeems' barrels and staring at his brother from the far. The fear and helplessness in his eyes directing to Robin made the archer sprint into action.

Everything else was a blur, he remembered the cool sharp metal scraping against his neck, being freed thanks to Robin. Heck even helping his brother catapult to the other side of the castle gate. But what he did remember was seeing his brother and Marian walking into the courtyard holding hands. Seeing the blood on Robin's shirt made him worry. But fear and adrenalin soon kicked in when he saw an archer from the far pointing his arrow at Robin. Everything was in slow motion as he sprung at his brother, shoving him aside. The confusion in Robin's eyes flashed to horror as an arrow penetrated itself into Will's chest. Suddenly he was on the ground, burning hot pain spreading throughout his body.

He remembered Robin screaming so loud. Holding him close to his chest with tears streaming down his face while rocking them back and forth. Little John started shouting at the men to kill the man who shot him. But everyone was too shocked to even listen, staring at Will with wide eyes. The men and children who called him Lucifer had tears of shame in their eyes. Looking up at Robin, Will smiled. He weakly held his brothers hand, thanking him for being his brother, no matter how little the time they shared together was. He remembered how Robin scolded him for thinking this was the end. That he was going to survive and live with him and Marian. That he was going to be his best man at their wedding and say a cheesy speech. But suddenly everything was dulled down as an ear piercing ringing sounded. He couldn't hear people shouting his name to wake up, he couldn't see his brothers horror struck face.

The ringing noise became louder and louder. Will wanted to hold his hands to his ears in a fetal attempt to block it out but his body was numb. So when darkness was offered he welcomed it.

Dean's head pulsed as he opened his eyes with a groan. Next to him his brother lay unconscious, giving Sam a shove he got into a sitting position and held his head in his hands. Hearing a soft groan beside him Dean peeked to see Sam coming to.

"D'n?" Sam asked and rubbed the back of his head. Making his hair even messier. Dean breathed a laugh but froze as he spotted a figure lying in the blood spiral.

"Sam." His urgent tone signaling his brother to be aware. Sam straightened up immediately and stared at the spot his brother was pointing to. Both shared a look before slowly getting up and pulling out their guns. Slowly the two walked to the figure. Dean signaled Sam and the younger brother bit back an annoyed grunt.

Gingerly Sam knelt down beside the figure lying face down and hesitantly rolled it over. Both brothers froze at seeing the person was only a teenager. Looking up to Dean with a worried expression he gently tapped the kid on the cheek. Getting no response he sighed.

"What do we do with him? I mean, is he…" the word 'Lucifer' hanging in the air. Dean bit the inside of his cheek and narrowed his eyes at the defenseless teenager.

"I don't know, Sam."

"We can't exactly leave him here…" face scrunching up in thought but eyeing the gun in Dean's hand warily. "We take him with us." Dean flinched and stared at his brother with disbelieving eyes.

"Dude, Satan." Gesturing at the unconscious teen dramatically. Sam sighed and ran his hand over his face.

"Dean I started this. I killed Lilith and started the apocalypse – "

"I'm not hearing any of this, Sam." Dean grounded out. "What's done is done. It doesn't mean you have to take care of Lucifer!" Sam flinched and stared at the teen in dismay.

"It does Dean." The eldest of the two closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"I'm calling Cas." Sam's eyes widened in fear. Unbeknown to Dean, Sam was terrified. He started the apocalypse, who knows how Cas would react. Would he smite him? After all he just damned the whole world to death.

"Dean!" he shouted but paused as the figure below him started to move. Dean immediately pointed his gun back at the teen. Finger twitching on the trigger. After moments of silence the teen ceased to move and became still once again. Brothers sharing a look before Dean started to pray.

"Cas? Cas, we really need your feathery ass down here." There was a silent pause before Dean opened his eyes and turned to look around. "Cas?" He called to the air but got no response. "Something's wrong." Sam silently nodded with a creased brow. "He should have answered by now." Eyeing the teen and Sam he bit back a groan of anguish. "We're going to Chucks. He," pointing to the teen. "is your responsibility until we get Cas back and know what to do." Sam nodded mutely and gingerly scooped up the teen and followed his brother back to the impala.

The first thing Will heard when he woke up was a growling of some sort. Not knowing what it was he jumped up in fear. Hitting his head on some sort of metal and groaning in pain. Reaching to rub the sore spot he found his hands were tied by metal…staring at the shiny round pieces connected to a chain his mind wandered back to when he was being held by the sheriff.

Hearing a clicking sound Will's head snapped to the source and saw a young looking man with longish hair pointing something at him. Frowning in confusion his eyes widened at taking in where he was.

"Shit…" They were moving along a road at an unimaginable speed. Hearing his stomach growl and sour in his mouth he started to feel sick.

"Um…Dean?" the voice from the young man pointing the thing at him said to his companion.

"I see. Dude if you puke on my baby – Lucifer or not – I will kick your ass." Suddenly the thing they were in pulled over to the side of the road. The young man got out and opened his door. Will was feeling too dizzy to even notice him pulling him out of the vehicle and holding him upright. Suddenly copper entered his mouth and he emptied his stomach, retching and heaving dry. "That is nasty." He heard the man, Dean tell his companion. Wiping his mouth with his bound hands Will turned to see the two men.

"Who're you?" he asked weakly and went to walk back but suddenly fell backwards. Giving a little shriek of surprise he collapsed onto his back and groaned in pain. Suddenly a painful flash of memories appeared in his mind.

'…Will hold on!...'

'Come on Will your supposed to be my best man…'

'Brother…'

He remembered. He was supposed to be dead! Hearing chuckles of laughter above him Will turned to look at his feet and found them bound with the same white strap as his hands. "What?..."

"For being the devil you aren't so bright." Dean chuckled and earned a whack on the arm by the young man. Remembering that he was called that before Will thought nothing of it since that was somehow his nickname. Frowning up at the two men he glared.

"I'm not the bloody devil." The two were shocked to hear his accent and shared equal looks of confusion. "My name is Will Scarlet." The young one scoffed and shook his head.

"Will Scarlet, yeah right. And I'm Sir Lancelot." Will glared once again. Bit stopped when he noticed Dean taking out the similar thing the young man held before.

"Who are you guys?" he asked as he was hauled up to his feet. The two shared equal looks of suspicion before nodding to each other. Making Will think they somehow had a telepathic conversation.

"I'm Sam Winchester." Sam motioned to himself. "And this is my brother Dean." The two waited on bated breath to see the teen's reaction to the names.

"Ok." He shrugged. Dean raised his eyebrows up to his hairline and scoffed.

"Ok? You mean you don't know us?" Will grinned as he heart a hint of hurt in his voice.

"Should I? Do you two capture teenagers often?" He snarled and shook his tied hands in their faces. Dean sighed in annoyance and practically threw Will into the car.

"Shut up and sit."

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