They pull up into the town, stopping at a broken bridge just outside. "Looks like we're walking, boys." Dean sighs loudly. Bobby called him just earlier, Rufus calling him about a particular hunt. An abandoned town, it seems. And Demons. Sam rifles through his back pack, pulling out some of his clothes and hoping that it would be enough.
"Can't have him wandering around completely naked." He whispers to Dean, who scowls and refuses to let Lucifer wear his clothes, which would probably fit him better.
"Don't I get anything to protect myself with?" Lucifer asks, looking around as he pulls on Sam's clothing, hiking up the pants that are threatening to fall off. At least he has clothes on.
"No!" Dean glares. "You can protect yourself just fine."
"Dean!" Sam chides, and hands Lucifer a knife. Not Ruby's knife, just a regular knife, but the sight of Lucifer with a knife sends shivers down Dean's spine. He could just imagine that guy stabbing them in the back as soon as the first Demon bows down to him.
"Since when are you so chummy with Satan?" Dean hisses at Sam, grabbing his arm and pulling him away while Lucifer trips over his pants legs in the background.
"He seems pretty harmless!" Sam whispers back, Lucifer desperately trying to untangle himself from Sam's shirt. Dean glares at him.
"Don't forget who he is, Sammy." Sam has a tendency to sympathize with monsters. Dean can see no way this is ending in anything else but a world of hurt for all of them.
"Don't forget that he'll wear you to prom as soon as he gets his memories back." "What if we can help him change his mind somehow?!" Sam lowers his voice.
"Dean, please- we can save the world this way!" For the first time in a long time, Sam has hopes. Lucifer has no memories. If he manages to gain his trust, and show Lucifer that humanity is worth saving, then everything could go right for once. Sam is also selfish. He thinks that if the Devil could be redeemed, then there has to be hope for a monster like Sam, right?
"I'm trying to look out for you!" Dean raises his voice.
"You need to trust me to look out for myself, Dean!" Sam points to himself, anger bubbling in his stomach. "Look what happened last time I trusted you!" Dean points to Lucifer.
"You-" "Should I just go?" Lucifer inches away from the brothers.
"No!" Both Winchesters turns to Lucifer, who raised his hands, backing away from them, eyebrows raised.
"We go in guns blazing, and we hunt the Demons. Got it?" Dean barks, breathing hard after the argument. Fighting with Sam is always hard. But he has to do it. It is his job to protect Sam, from himself if necessary. Lucifer is an dangerous addition to their group, and the rift he seems to put through him and Sam just makes Dean more determined to prove that Lucifer is not as curable as Sam seems to think.
"Watch out for black eyes," Sam turns to Lucifer and warns him. There is a connection between then, he thinks. He ignores the implications of him being a vessel for Lucifer.
"Black eyes?"
"Demons. They have black eyes. Regular Demons, anyways."
"Black eyes. Right." Lucifer shuffles awkwardly, holding the knife. It's too short and small for his hands. He eyes the sword Dean is holding, feeling the slight hum of power from the blade. He is the Devil, right? The why does he not have black eyes, then?
"Shouldn't I have black eyes, then?" He turns to Sam. Lucifer feels more comfortable around Sam than he is around Dean. There is just something about Dean that bothers him. He is too warm, and the air around him burns.
"Technically..." Sam falls besides Lucifer, unnerved by how easy it is to interact with him. "You are an Angel. Fallen, but still an Angel."
Angel, yes. Lucifer remembers. An Angel- somehow, having someone acknowledge that he is something other than evil feels good. It makes him feel like he could keep going.
"Angel my ass." Dean commented sourly, a step in front of his brother and Lucifer, and Lucifer stops in his tracks, a stab of pain searing through his mind. Dean's words overlapped with a voice, a voice he just wants to reach out to, to grab and hold and lose himself too.
You're a monster, Lucifer. The voice says, vibrating through the air, pushing him down and away and he couldn't breathe. The sun is too bright behind his eyelids. He keeps them shut, the orange glow piercing his sight, his head pounding to sounds of lost memories. Something is blocking him, and pain explodes again and again in his mind.
"Lucifer? Lucifer!" Sam spins around in surprise after Lucifer falls to the ground, clutching his head and groaning. Sam is surprised, at the sheer amount of distress he felt at Lucifer's pain. Sam is attached, Lucifer a magnet pulling him closer and closer. Seeing him in danger tugs at something inside Sam. All he wants to do is be by his side, take away his pain. The strength of these feelings are overwhelming. Sam sinks down to his knees by Lucifer's side, hand on his shoulder. He can leave the self-evaluation for later.
"Dude, what the hell?" Dean runs over. Hey, what he said was true. Lucifer is no Angel, if it took so much bloodshed to just raise him out of Hell. He never really expected such a reaction. Sam rushes to Lucifer's side and a bitter taste fills Dean's mouth. Seeing Sam so close to Lucifer
(Seeing someone else touching his little brother)- Dean blinks the weird thoughts out of his head.
"He just dropped, man-" Sam pulls Dean down, pressing a hand to Lucifer's chest. His heart is still beating, but it's just the vessel's heart. The Angel inside could be hurt. Lucifer groans, tilting his head, and Sam feels a flood of relief(he really need some self-evaluation later.
It was war. In the end, it was war the fabled horseman of the Apocalypse who did this, turn an innocent town upon one another, making people believe that the others they slaughtered were Demons. Dean toys with the ring in his hand.
A man breaks down- he killed his wife, his child.
"You thought they were Demons." Sam says, "It's not your fault."
Dean wants to point to Lucifer and say that all this is exactly his fault. It's because of them that the whole town is covered in blood and that all these innocent people cannot live their lives in blissful ignorance anymore.
"How did War get out if you didn't get him out?" Dean questions Lucifer.
"I don't know." Lucifer knew something was up with the guy as soon as he saw him. He radiated some sort of unknown energy, hungry and powerful and it sets him on edge. He winks at Lucifer, as if knowing something he doesn't.
He pulls Sam and Dean away from the survivors into a corner, voicing his suspicions.
Dean doubts what Lucifer said at first. Turns out he was right. Whatever, he scowls at the ground. That doesn't mean the Devil is playing for their field now. Sam trusts too easily, but Dean knows that some day, sooner or later, the other shoe will drop, and Lucifer will show his true colors. There is a tension in the car after they drive off.
Meeting Lucifer has stirred something in his mind, something decidedly unnatural, like someone blew the dust off long locked memories. He keeps this development from Sam, opting instead to turn the music up and drive.