Oh me Goodness! Thank you all so much for the support last chapter! I was so worried I wasn't going to do alright with the costume selection but YAY, I'm glad you guys liked it. Now I'm sorry this chapter took so long to come out. So much crap going on and I hate MRIs. Bleck.

BUT I've been asked kindly a few times for a certain angel getting wings dyed so here we go.

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Chapter 69: Rainbows:

Lucifer smiled crookedly as he perched himself upon the tallest branch of the autumn Oak tree which had just enough multi-colored leaves to blend him against the darkness of the midnight sky. He let all six of his wings unravel around him, laying upon the branches to the sides of him and below him as he breathed in the crisp, Fall breeze.

This happened to be one of his favorite seasons. He truthfully just enjoyed the scents and colored leaves and the fact that the glorious plant life of his Father's creation would die just to be reborn once more. Added into the fact of Halloween, which also happened to be his favorite holiday. The decorations were amusing as well as the costumes, humans trying to frighten each other. Lucifer found delight in watching them be so cruel to one another.

At the moment, though, he wasn't there to muse about the dying trees that surrounded the deep part of the woods he sit in, he was there to entertain himself by watching the two annoying hunters try and fight off a group of demons that Lucifer had sensed the moment he arrived.

Sam and Dean were expected two, maybe three demons and that was all they had come prepared for but Lucifer knew better. He had felt the presence of at least eight somewhat powerful demons, each with a Hellhound at their disposal. This was going to be magnifiscent.

He craned his neck to watch below as the two hunters tried to discreetly sneak through the woods to where the cabin stood containing the demons. Lucifer happened to be on a tree just in front of it.

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Dean held the shotgun, cocked and ready to shoot salt rounds at the first demon he saw. Sam clutched the demon killing blade tightly in his grasp as they followed the path, leaves crunching with each step.

Both of them had a good amount of holy water at their disposal, plastic bottles of it.

Dean glanced at Sam to give him the cue to move towards the door. The plan was for Sam to kick the door open first then Dean was going to start firing rounds. All around, it seemed an easy hunt.

Sam took a deep breath, clutching the bottle in one hand and the blade in the other as they neared the wooden and molding door of the cabin. With a heavy exhale, he kicked his boot forward. Cracking echoed through the woods as the door split and slammed wide open.

Dean took that moment to assess the demons which were all sitting in the cabin, a few on a ragged old sofa to the side and the others on a few chairs in front of a warm fire. The moment the door slammed open, the demons all jumped up, eyes flickering to black as they sneered at the hunters. Dean began to shoot at the first one that barreled towards them. The demons faltered in its step, hissing out angrily as another two descended from the sides.

"Dammit," Dean hissed when he realized their count was way off. There were more demons than they expected and it was only going to be sheer luck if they made it out unscathed. He began to swing the bottle of holy water, causing smoke to sear at the hissing and jumping demons.

Sam lodged the blade deep into the throat of the first demon Dean had shot with salt rounds. Lights flickered through, creating a yellow gleam of bones beneath the skin before it fell to the floor in a lifeless lump.

Everything was a blur of smoke and gunshots as Sam and Dean tried to fight off the demons.

"Dean!" Sam called when he heard his brother shout with a loud crash.

Dean gasped as he hit the wood paneled wall, creating a large crack through it. He winced as he tried to scramble to his feet but his heart lodged into his throat when he heard the familiar snarling growl of a Hellhound. His eyes widened as fear swept through his body, causing him to stiffen in shock. He could feel the hot, dank and sulfuric breath of the hound over his face.

Sam managed to take out two more demons before he was thrown against the wall beside Dean by an invisible force that he soon realized was a Hellhound. He gripped the blade, making sure not to lose hold of it as he felt the breath on his face as well. Without hesitation, he thrust and swung the blade, watching a blood began to smear and splatter over his body.

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Lucifer jumped down from the tree and stood in the doorway, watching as the demons and hounds overpowered the Winchesters. Dean lay on the floor against the wall, his eyes wide as he stared up to where Lucifer could see a Hellhound just standing over him, baring its long, sharp teeth and daggered claws…it was just awaiting the order to kill.

Sam, on the other hand, was taking out a hellhound that was over him…and he was rightfully damaging the thing. There were three more demons left, each trying to shake out of the holy water and salt round attacks.

"Lucifer!" one of the demons hissed, a white-eyed demon whom used to be one of Lucifer's greatest followers. That demon now resided in a blonde woman's body.

The other demons whirled to face Lucifer, who was leaning against the doorframe, idly picking at his fingernails, his wings swaying behind him.

Sam and Dean both darted their eyes over when they heard the archangel's name called.

Lucifer held up his hands "You remember, you were all my children," he said as he walked into the cabin that became suddenly silent.

"Not a chance you traitor," another demon snarled "We have orders to attack."

Lucifer arched an eyebrow "Do you now?" he asked. He turned to where Sam and Dean were staring at him with wide, confused and panicked eyes as a Hellhound stood above each of them, waiting for their kill.

"The Winchesters need to die," the blonde demon exclaimed "And you shall not stop this."

Lucifer pressed his lips together in a smirk "Oh, do continue," he said, waving an arm to the hunters.

Sam and Dean glanced at each other in fear, realizing that Lucifer was just going to stand there and watch them get torn apart by Hellhounds.

The three demons in the room seemed hesitant and unsure of what to do with the fear of Lucifer's presence.

The blonde demon turned to where her Hound stood over Dean. She opened her mouth to speak but before she could get in a word, Lucifer leapt through the air and pressed a palm to her forehead. Instead of just a white light, Dean watched as she burst into flames before falling into a pile of ash on the floor.

Lucifer sighed with delight at how much he missed doing that. He turned to the other two demons, who were frozen on spot, opening their mouths, ready to flee.

Lucifer shook his head and in a swift motion of wings, he was standing just inches from them, one hand clamped on each demons mouth. He smirked devilishly at them and cocked his head to the side at the blackened fear in their eyes.

"And you used to be so loyal…such a pity," Lucifer said, shaking his head.

Sam and Dean couldn't start to comprehend what was happening. It was like Lucifer was toying around with them.

"Just kill the damn things!" Dean shouted angrily.

Lucifer whipped his head to Dean "You shut your mouth," he said before turning back to the demons.

Just as he was about to smite the creatures, Lucifer howled out in agony as he felt searing pain ripple through his body from his wings. He quickly jerked back, trying to rid of the hounds that he felt hanging onto his wings. During the process, he quickly smote the demons before him, not in the fiery fashion he liked but in the faster, more angelic way. The burst of white light caused Sam and Dean to wince but they could see the smoky shadows of large hounds hanging and tearing at Lucifer's wings.

Both of the hunters jumped up in sync and grabbed the bottles that had fallen. Dean threw what was left of the holy water at Lucifer's wings, listening to the snarls as the hounds backed away.

Lucifer growled primitively as he felt his wings becoming damaged, "Close your eyes," he snarled to the Winchesters, who both instantly covered their eyes with forearms on instinct. Being around angels so long, they learned to do it fast.

Lucifer then let out a release of power that instantly charred the five hellhounds to ash in an instant. Once the light faded, he felt weak as all six of his wings failed to heal themselves.

Sam and Dean both ran over to the archangel the moment they noticed the light fade. The only lighting was dim from the fireplace but they could see broken bones sticking from the arches of the six wings and blood and liquefied blue grace splashed all over the ebony wings and hardwood floor, turning the beige rug to the side of them crimson red.

Lucifer groaned as he tried to fly but his wings were completely useless at the moment. He knew he should have hidden them for safety but he was too busy trying to show off.

"Lucifer, can you fly?" Dean asked as he tried to lift one of the wings.

Lucifer ground his teeth to hold back the snarl of pain that tried to pierce through but he shook his head "Does it look like I can?" he asked "Damn, you're a lot more stupid than you look."

Dean stepped back, offended and ready to just walk out of the cabin and leave the feathery bastard to fend for himself but Sam just shook his head in warning.

Sam sighed as he grabbed Lucifer's arm to help pull him up but Lucifer growled out in pain as his wings grinded bone against bone. Without a word, though, the archangel realized he was going to need their help. They had healing hands for angel wings so he needed to be good or they wouldn't help him. So with a sigh heavy breath he stood up and winced as his wings dragged across the body littered floor.

Nobody said a word as they directed the archangel through the woods and back to the car. Of course, Lucifer was grumpy but other than that, he didn't say much as the Winchesters held up his wings to avoid them getting snagged on trees.

Then it came down to the Impala.

"I don't want his blood and grace all over my baby," Dean said, crossing his arms.

Sam gave him a bitchface "If you remember correctly, the grace actually cleans things…so it'll just clean the blood that it spills."

Dean pressed his lips together, figuring there was no way of arguing with that fact but he wasn't going to be happy about it. At least the trip to the motel was only about a ten minute drive.

. . .At the motel. . .

Lucifer glowered as he walked into the distasteful motel room. He didn't understand why humans would reside in such disgusting places. It smelled of mold and mildew and horrible scented bodily fluids that had been in there for who knew how long.

"So…before we start…what the hell was the whole act in the room?" Dean asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and flinched as he turned to his damaged appendages. They were broken and torn, bones jutted out and feathers crisp like they would snap. He hated those stupid hounds…didn't even know why he had them made to begin with. He used to rule Hell and everything in it and now they were attacking his most precious feature. He was going to go smite-crazy once he was fixed up. Any demon in his path was going to pay.

When Lucifer didn't supply an explanation, Dean walked towards the door and opened it "Get out," he said.

Lucifer huffed out "I was just having some fun. I like scaring the smoke from those bastards."

Sam just remained on one of the beds, legs crossed as he watched his brother and Lucifer communicate.

"How long were you standing there before you decided to help?" Dean questioned, closing the door.

Lucifer shrugged "The entire time. I wanted to see how you could handle that many demons and hounds…very unimpressive."

Dean's jaw clenched in irritation as he debated just tearing off the wing that was hanging on barely by a thread.

Lucifer sighed "Listen…you fix these up and I owe you one."

Sam spoke up "And we can trust you, how?"

Lucifer turned to him "Because I have an older brother who'd kick my ass if I go back on my word…" he muttered "apparently keeping ones word is a big deal to him."

Dean debated that fact and would actually love to see Michael knock some sense into Lucifer but he was just more irritated that the archangel waited till last minute to help. Then again, he did just save their sorry butts.

Lucifer waited and smiled when he realized they were going to agree. He stretched out once before letting himself fall onto the bed beside Sam. He lay on his stomach and turned his head to his true vessel, who looked just annoyed.

Dean was about to speak when there was a rush of wind and two more angels now standing in the room.

Lucifer sensed his brothers' presence but before he could react, he felt a hand on the top of his head and then just blackness.

Dean lifted his eyebrows as Michael literally just knocked Lucifer unconscious with a simple touch.

"Still freaks me out how you can do that," Gabriel stated as he watched Michael pull away with a slight smile.

"Just a trick I learned," Michael said "Only works when their weakened like this though."

Gabriel shivered, "Still…"

"So what happened to him?" Michael asked, turning directly to Dean as Gabriel pulled Sam away from Lucifer.

"Tried to show off in a room full of demons and hellhounds…hounds got his wings," Dean stated simply.

"But it was after watching you two struggle, huh?" Gabriel asked, a darkness in his eyes as he inspected Sam's injuries.

Dean nodded but shrugged.

"He was told by Father to help you two…" Gabriel said, placing a hand over Sam's injuries to heal them.

Michael went to do the same to Dean but the hunter backed away from the touch. Michael knit his eyebrows "You don't want to be healed?"

"I'm fine," Dean said, trying to ignore the pounding in his head which he knew was a concussion, "Where's Cas?"

"Training the angels," Michael said, his silvery blue wings sweeping over the room, touching over the surfaces of things.

Dean sighed "How long will he be doing that? How much training could the angels need?"

"You'd be surprised," Michael said, taking a step closer to Dean "You have a concussion, let me help you."

"I'm fine," Dean snapped "So are we going to help him or not?"

"You are…but we are also going to tweak his wings somewhat," Gabriel said with a smirk.

"How?" Sam asked curiously.

"As you can tell, we can't really control our wings much," Gabriel said "So…when anything happens to them, we need another angel to help us…or one of you two."

"Alright but what are we going to do to Lucifer's wings?" Dean asked, walking over to one side of the bed where three of the injured wings lay.

Gabriel just smirked "Let's get the healing done first, shall we?"

Dean jumped when he felt a warm hand touch onto his forehead, instantly relieving the headache throbbing in his temples. He darted his eyes to Michael, who was just standing there, rubbing his hands together "I said to leave me alone."

"I don't care," Michael stated "But I need to get back upstairs and help Castiel. You three do what you must," then he vanished in a flurry of feathers.

Dean rolled his eyes at the now empty space as he sat on the bed beside the left side of the injured wings. He shook his head as he began to realign the bones and heal them.

Sam shrugged and went to work on the other side as Gabriel perched on the opposite bed and watched.

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"Alright…all healed…now what?" Dean asked, stepping away from the now lively and healthy shining black wings. Lucifer was still out cold and hadn't even moved an inch.

Gabriel jumped up from the bed and snapped his fingers. The floor in front of the bed suddenly filled with an arrangement of boxes of hair dye. They weren't normal colors, more like the dye you'd find in Hot Topic.

Dean smirked as he lifted a box of cherry red dye.

"First…we need to bleach them," Gabriel said smoothly as he pulled out the biggest bleaching kit Dean had ever seen.

"He is gonna' kill you," Sam said, shaking his head but smiling.

Gabriel grinned wider as he began to soak the black feathers in bleach.

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Lucifer let out a soft groan as his mind regained consciousness. He shifted on the bed, feeling his wings to see if they were healed. Damn Michael must have done that stupid head thing to him. He sighed and relaxed, face mushed into the pillows when he felt the warm the tingling euphoria of his wings being massaged in every way possible.

Sam pressed his lips together to refrain from laughing as he finished coloring the sixth wing with purple dye. He turned his eyes over to Dean, who was finishing the third wing on his side with orange.

Gabriel stepped back to see how it looked from afar and he almost lost it right then and there. Lucifer's six wings were still sprawled out though instead of being raven black, they were colored like a rainbow. The three wings on his left side went from Red on the top one, yellow on the middle and orange on the bottom. To his right side, the top wing was colored green, middle one blue and bottom one purple. They made the perfect rainbow, brilliantly vibrant and shimmering with the glittery coating they added as a last touch.

Sam and Dean then pulled away and stood beside Gabriel, each trying not to laugh as Lucifer groaned and stretched before sitting up.

Lucifer turned his eyes to the hunters and Gabriel and he could tell instantly that something was up. All three of them were red in the face with lips in flat lines, trying to stifle laughter.

Lucifer whirled his head back to see his wings and his grace burned fiery inside of him with rage. He quickly moved his hands to touch them, hoping the rainbow-like colors would just rub off but it did no use.

With a growl, he jumped up to his feet and spread his wings out threateningly, realizing only too late that it would just make their joke better.

That was when the hunters and Gabriel lost control. Laughter filled the room, radiating off the walls as they stared at the angel with the rainbow wings.

"Fix this," Lucifer snarled, clenching his fists and tucking his wings flat against his back. He stepped towards the Winchesters, ready to tear their heads off but Gabriel instantly darkened, stepping in front of them. He stared up at his older brother "Don't dare touch them…oh, and Michael would like to speak to you."

Lucifer was ready to kill all three of the beings before him but he realized he needed to be good or he was going to be tossed back into the cage and that was not something he was willing to deal with over some rainbow colored feathers. With a harsh glare, he spread his wings to take flight.

Sam and Dean burst out in another wave of laughter as multicolored feathers strayed in the space Lucifer had stood.

"Where did you come up with that?" Sam asked once he regained the ability to speak.

Gabriel smirked "Always wanted to do that."

"And Michael doesn't want to see him, does he?" Dean asked.

Gabriel shook his head "Nope…but there is a whole gathering of angels up there at a meeting right now," he said with a glint in his eyes.

Dean just shook his head with a smirk "Well, I think we should head outta' here before he comes back. I'd like to keep my life this time."

Sam nodded in agreement "Yeah, Bobby's waiting for us, anyways."

Gabriel nodded quickly "I'm gonna' go see what's going on up there," he said once he heard a rumbling from the heavens. With a quickly flap of golden wings, he took off.

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Gabriel arrived into the throne room with a fuming Lucifer standing in the middle of a bunch of angels…half of them keeping composed, still terrified of the archangel and the other half laughing along with Michael, knowing he would protect them if the colorful Lucifer decided to lash out.

At Gabriel's arrival, the room became somewhat silent as all of their eyes set on the archangel they knew was the most sneaky trickster of them all. Gabriel gave Lucifer a warm smile "It really does suit you…I think you should go for rainbows more often. Brings out your eyes."

Lucifer let out a snarl as he leapt forward, wings and all towards Gabriel, who just simply vanished with a snap of fingers.

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Gosh, I couldn't find a way to end this so…yeah, I just kinda did. O.O. Please leave reviews…I know the beginning was kinda dark…idk tho…it isn't to me but it might be to some other people.

As for the spelling and grammar mistakes…I'm soo so sorry about that…really…its late and I haven't gotten much sleep lately.

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