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Chapter 2: First Contact

(Sam Winchester POV)

December 13, 2015

"SAM WINCHESTER YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU," screamed a voice in my head that vaguely reminded me of Lucifer's. Oh shit. It was Lucifer's. I fell asleep again for a few hours, and in my head, appeared Lucifer. Again. God, what was it going to take for this guy to give up?

"Sam Winchester, I have a large but required task for you, your idiot brother, and your angel friend Castiel to carry out for me," said Lucifer with that annoying little tone in his voice. He had said Castiel with an airy voice, making it sound angelic. God, this man was ironic.

"What is it that you want? I'm not going to be your fucking vessel, Lucifer. You of all people should know that. Just give it up!" I huffed back at him.

"Hah, you little humans. You think everything in the world revolves around you... Oh I'm getting sidetracked. I don't have much time now, Sammy. My daughter is in serious trouble in Heaven-"

"You have a daughter? How did that ever happen?! Is she a neph-?"

"Not important!" He yelled at me. "You need to rescue her. Michael plans on killing her," he says with a sad tone in his voice.

"Good. He's probably right killing any offspring of yours; it's the only time I'll agree with an archangel," I say back to him.

"I don't think you understand, Sammy. According to legend, killing her will unleash my anger and the apocalypse WILL occur. My little Annabella, she's the only person I've ever loved, besides my father. Michael doesn't understand. He thinks killing us will make Judgment Day occur. He's wrong. It's the opposite. Do you really want the apocalypse? Do you?!" I nodded, fear in my eyes. "That's why it's so important that you save her, Sam!" He practically screams at me, and he's close to crying. Wow. He truly does love her.

" ? Are you serious?! This is messed up, Lucifer. But what do I need to do to save her? How do I even GET to Heaven?!" I say.

"Your friend Castiel will take you. She sits up at the pearly gates. Easy peasy. You just have to deliver her to me at the city of angels on the eve of the Winter Solstice and then the world can continue turning,"

He looks at me with tears in his eyes, and whimpers out a please. "Please Sam, I love her. Do it for me."

I am shocked at how much he loves her. Truly and 100% shocked. But then again, do I want the world to go up in flames? Eh, not really. "Alright. I'll do it," I say confidently, sure that I will be able to do it.

"Great! Now you just need to get her to me, or I swear to my father I will smite you and everyone you love," and with a snap of his fingers, he's gone and I wake up to a concerned Cas and Dean standing over me.

"Hey Sammy, you looked like you were having a bad dream, what's up?" Dean says to me, concerned as always. God, I'm not a kid anymore, I wish he'd stop worrying about me all the time.

I sit up in the bed and put a hand up to my forehead, and try to run the asleep out of my eyes. "Lucifer. And he has a favor for us," I tell the two and they get widened eyes and I can tell they want to hear more.

"What does he want, Sam?" Cas inquired eyes full of worry.

"He has this kid. A girl. And she's stuck in Heaven or whatever, and the archangels are gonna kill her, and if they do before we get to her, the apocalypse is gonna go down, and fuck man, we have to return her to him in one piece by the Winter Solstice," I ramble to them.

"Wait, he's got a kid? How did that even happen?! This is strange, but LUCIFER? A daughter? Well now I've seen it all. Anyways, how are we gonna get her then?" Dean asked me.

Cas replied to Dean, "Yes, he does have a 'daughter' if you will. He created her like God created mankind and partially breathed life into her, but then after Lucifer was banished and she was left unfinished, God breathed some more life into her and gave her existence, saying that she would be a useful pawn in the path to Judgment Day." He then turned to me to say, "Now I could fly you to the edge of Heaven, but I can't go near the entrance; I'm barricaded out remember? You'll have to go get her."

"But how is he going to do that? He's not dead," Dean asked Cas.

"He'll have to latch onto my grace and he can pass for an inferior angel, I believe that would work."

"Alright, let's do it then! Go save some innocent Devil spawn from Heaven!" Dean said excitedly.

I looked at Dean and Cas in fear and I guess Cas could read my thoughts, because then he blurted out, "You're going to face one great obstacle when you get to the gates. The shackles binding her to the gates can only be opened with a set of keys Michael has, and he's in the Cage, so that wouldn't work-"

"Well then how am I supposed to get her?!"

"Let me finish, Sam. You could also cut the chains off with Michael's angel blade, which we do have," Cas replied back to me.

"Wait, since when did we have Michael's blade?" Dean asked him.

"I retrieved it from him before he was pushed into the Cage," he said proudly.

"Well then let's do this tomorrow, after I rest or something, because I can't do anything right now. My head is reeling and Lucifer gave me a headache," I say back to them.

Cas and Dean look at each other and leave my room. I sit back and groan in exhaustion and exasperation.


The next day loomed over my head all day, and I was honestly ready to get this over with. But what will I do if I screw up? Shit, Lucifer would smite me. But what had he said about a soul mate? Maybe I was supposed to keep her safe for someone else.

Cas kept on checking on me all day, making sure I was going to be well enough to carry out my task tomorrow. Dean kept on asking me if I was absolutely sure I wanted to do this and that he could do it for me, but Cas said that since Dean and Michael already had problems in the past, it wouldn't be safe for him or all of us and that Annabella may get startled and refuse to go if Michael's "one true vessel" came to rescue her because of Annabella's past experiences with him.

I had so much pressure riding on my back and for the first time in a long time, I was genuinely scared and on edge for this. The whole day flew around me, I ate some, but I felt sick to my stomach about what would happen if I didn't get this done. The world, going up in flames, and me not being able to do anything about it. I finally turned in for the night and fell into a dreamless sleep.

(Dean Winchester POV)

I was worried about Sammy. It was Dad's dying wish I keep him safe. And now he was going to rescue the daughter of LUCIFER, the one who tried to possess him?! He isn't making any sense. Honestly he must be under some kind of influence because he's not been right these past few days. I look over to Cas, who's sitting across from me at the table. We'd been talking about Sam's mission tomorrow and he was trying to reassure me that Sam would be returned safely.

One moment while he was talking, he looked up at me and my eyes caught his. This had happened before. He stopped talking about whatever he was talking about and we both just sat there and gazed at each other. His blue eyes, so full of wonder and wisdom- whoa hold up, Dean Winchester. You do not have feelings for Cas! Snap out of it!

I quickly looked away and gulped. "I guess I'm going to go to bed now, Cas. I'll see you in the morning," I say to him and sit up from my chair and walk away.

When I get to my room, I take off my shirt and toe off my shoes and lay down on the bed. I ran my hand through my hair and tried to not think about what happened with Cas and I back there. I decided to brush it off and go to bed. There was no use worrying about the past. I drift off and the only thing keeping my mind straight is about the upcoming day.

Light shone through my window and I woke up. Cas was probably cooking breakfast already in the kitchen, a ritual of his. I quickly got ready for the day and bounded into the kitchen. Sam was sitting in a chair and eating while Cas leaned against the counter and just looked like he did every day. I felt a smile tug at my lips when I saw him brush flour from the waffles off his sleeve and inspect it on his fingers. Remembering last night, I quickly pushed the thought out of my head and grabbed some waffles on a plate and sat across from Sam. There was tension in the air, and Sam looked as if he had no life in his eyes. After we both finished and Cas had poked and nibbled at a square of a waffle, we went into the common room of the bunker and waited for further instructions from Cas on what to do.