"I'm being serious here Adam! I think I just summoned a demon or something!"

Lucifer sighed as he banged his head against the wall he was sitting against. "I'm not a demon." he said out loud for what seemed the hundredth time.

His only answer was a whimper from behind the door.

"Adam stop laughing! I need help here!"

Having enough Lucifer got to his feet and knocked on the door. "Listen, I'm going to come in, alright? Stop freaking out."

He opened the door and entered the room only to have a pillow thrown right at his face.

The girl was holding a phone in her hand and this time her slipper in the other. At least this time she had her clothes in the right places.

"Describe him?" she repeated in the phone as she looked him over. "Um...forties I think? Tallish? Blonde haired and-stop laughing!" she yelled into the phone.

Lucifer held his hands out, palms forward to show his innocence, and stepped forward. "Listen."

He ducked the slipper only to be hit with another pillow.

"You know what? Fine!" she shouted into the phone. "When you come home and you find blood and guts and maybe my dead body then we'll see whose laughing!" She pressed a button and threw the phone down onto her bed. Looking towards Lucifer she puffed her chest out and grabbed another pillow as she got off of her bed. Holding the pillow in front of her like a shield she took a few steps to the side.

"I don't know who you are or what you want." she said, her eyes alight with fire and strength. "But if you want to live, I suggest you leave. If I won't kill you, my dad will."

Lucifer stared at her, was...was she seriously threatening him he wondered for a moment, and he couldn't help himself.

He started laughing and laughing hard. Hard enough that he doubled over and clutched his stomach.

This...this was hilarious. He had no idea how he had gotten out of the cage, he didn't even know where to start with the fact that apparently this...child in front of him had done so. Judging from the symbols he had seen on the cotton packages they were, in fact, bound together through spells and runes. His grace with her soul.

He was out of the cage for the first time that he had been placed there all that time ago and he was bound to a child in exchange.

So of course, he was going to laugh.

A mouthful of sheets and feathers was practically thrown into his mouth and he opened his eyes to look at the girl.

"Stop laughing!" she shouted at him. She jumped to her nightstand and to his surprise she pulled out a gun and aimed it at him, her hands were small around the weapon but she handled it almost expertly. "Stop laughing or I'll shoot!"

He bit back another laugh at the image she made, skirt and tank top with a gun in her hands. For hell's sake she even had a flower clipping in her hair. "Why do you have a gun?"

"Because my dad is a paranoid soldier from Vietnam who taught his children how to fight!" she said. "Now, you can start with telling me who you are and how you got into my house."

"Seriously kid, you are in no position to be the one giving or-" it was reflex and nothing more to duck the first bullet.

The kids thumb came forward and dragged the hammer back again. "Next time, I shoot to kill." she warned. "Now answer the question."

Lucifer stared in astonishment at the bullet shaped hole in the wall, the kid had actually shot at him. It wouldn't kill or even hurt him but it was the principle of the thing.

"You really shouldn't point that towards other-" this time he jumped to the side to avoid the next bullet.

"Talk!" she barked at him. She was reaching into her nightstand again and was pulling out a knife to hold in her free hand.

This kid was adorable, he had to admit it.

"How did you get into my house?" she asked slowly, twisting the knife slightly so it was in a more comfortable position.

With a sigh, Lucifer motioning with his head to the bag of cotton that had been thrown at him and were laying in the hallway. "Those."

Confusion flit across her face. "My pads?" she asked. "What the hell did my pads do?"

"Not the cotton." Lucifer said shaking his head. "The symbols on them."

Still looking confused she slowly made her way towards the package, keeping him in her vision and her gun trained on him, she slowly got to it and pulled one out. Opening the plastic she peered at the design.

"I just thought it was a new kind of pad, something to try to make us forget the fact that we're bleeding." she said trailing one finger along the symbol. She looked at him. "What the hell does this do?"

Bleeding? Ah, Eve's curse. "Your blood sacrifice and the runes," he said motioning with his head again towards the cotton, the pad. "Creates...a bond. A connection of sorts."

"A bond?" she repeated. Her hand tightened around her gun. "What kind of a bond?"

"A bond in which I cannot break and I am now tied to you." he said in slight annoyance as he crossed his arms across his chest. Don't get him wrong, he is more than happy to finally get out of the cage, he just wished that it hadn't happened in such a way. "We are tied together and I'm stuck with you."

The kids, he needed to learn her name, mouth fell open and her hand tightened around the pad until even her nails were piercing through it. "Tied together?" she said in a shrill voice. "I'm tied to a...a demon!?"

"I am not a demon!" he said at her, his voice raising for a moment in his anger. He hated demons, despite how useful they truly were to him at times, and just the mere thought of being lumped in the same category as them was enough to make his wings shrivel.

His wings, that he suddenly realized he could feel; all six of them, and they were...they were being healed. Healed by something that wasn't his grace. Perhaps it was the fact that he was out of the cage and its torture that his grace was extending throughout him and was slowly healing every part that had been ruined in the cage.

Or maybe his grace was already reacting and accepting the ties he had to the human in front of him. Perhaps her soul was helping heal him.

"I am an angel, an archangel." he told her. He couldn't manifest his wings just yet, they weren't at their full potential and he knew they were ragged and broken from his time in the cage. Pride refused to allow him to show her his damaged wings but he still created the shadow of them behind him and against the wall. "I am the archangel Lucifer."

The kid had been watching him with a wide open mouth and when she saw the image of his wings her eyes widened as well.

"Lucifer?" she asked, her voice almost hollow in her surprise.

Lucifer nodded. "Yes, I am Lucifer."

He expected a lot of different responses. He expected fear, he expected shock. Hell, he might have even expected disbelief and scorn.

What he didn't expect was a shrill scream, him being pushed out of her room, the door being slammed behind him, and what seemed to be something heavy pushed in front of the door.

"Adam! I summoned Satan!"

Lucifer let out a deep breath. This was going to be more difficult than he imagined.

I do not own Supernatural. And I'm sorry about the short chapter lengths, I just wanted you guys to know that I haven't abandoned this story and I plan on continuing it. Hopefully the chapter lengths will get longer as we go on.

Yes, I do have a plot. And, yes, there is a reason Sam called Adam instead of Dean. Dean does exist in this story, his background will be revealed later.

And I'm sorry that it took so long to write a new chapter, I hadn't realized that so much time had gone by. I'll try to update more often now.