December 18, 2015

I know, I know. You all want to know what's going on with my mom, but first... we have to deal with Daddy Devil.

Sorry.

I'm kicking it back in the Bunker, vaguely listening to Dean and Sam discuss possible findings on Lucifer. "He hopped into Wallace Parker, the CEO of almost everything, really." Sam started. "Now we think he jumped into his buddy, the Archbishop of St. Louis. Look at these before and after photos."

He slides the laptop over to me so I can inspect. In the before photo he appears normal, shaking hands with a priest. Wearing a huge ass cross necklace. Guess what's in the after photo? "No cross." I realized.

"It's worth a shot." Sam suggested.

After dinner, I zapped us to where the Archbishop resided. It's lightly raining outside. "No lights. Too quiet." Sam noticed.

"We'll look around. If it's Lucifer we'll call the rest of the Scooby Gang." Dean decided.

"Yeah, Emma and especially Damon will want in on this." I added.

"Ugh..." Dean groaned. Sam looked a little sad.

"What?" I asked. "Still don't like Damon?"

"No, no, it's not..." Dean sighed.

"Emma?" I realized.

"Yeah," Sam admitted. "We're still kind of... getting used to that."

I sighed in regret. "Is she even the same person? Is she even still Megan?"

"Maybe a little, but not really." Sam suggested.

"I think she's still got to be the same person," I said, forcing the door open after no one answered the door bell. "My son's still in love with her."

Dean let out a laugh as we entered a room where it looked like there was a fight. I was the first to find the priest looking mostly dead on the floor. "Yo." I acknowledged.

"Father, hey..." Dean knelt down to the priest. "What happened?"

"We..." He was struggling to speak. "We knew something was wrong. The senior staff decided... handle internally and intervene."

"An exorcism." Dean realized. "Lynn, can you-?"

I knelt down and grasped the priest's shoulder and healed him. He gasped deeply and fainted from shock. "He'll be alright." I rolled my eyes. The other bodies we found, would not be alright. A nun had her throat slit. Another priest was impaled to a wall. And finally... the Archbishop was found with his eyes burned out.

I immediately pulled out my phone to make a phone call.


Emma went with Dean on a grocery run to resupply the Bunker. Damon and Castiel were looking at photos of the aftermath of what happened with the Archbishop when a slight but strange buzzing sensation befell me. "Did the Bunker's warding fail?" Cas realized. I sniffled as Damon raised an eye. So that's what that feeling was.

Dean and Emma have returned, joining us in the library. "I just powered it down," Dean corrected. "Crowley called. Said he had some big news about Lucifer, whatever the hell that means."

Sam twitched. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait a second," he emphasized greatly. "So now Crowley can just, what, drop in whenever he feels like it? I prefer keeping him at a distance. Long distance."

Everyone should know by now that if anyone talks crap on Crowley, he usually shows up a second later with a remark. "Not very charitable, Moose." He said this time.

Sam grunted as Emma told him, "Don't worry Sam I'm with you on this one."

"Excuse me angry Chosen One," Crowley waded around Emma as she glared at him. I mean she's got every reason to hate the guy - he kidnapped her once that I know of for sure; he did once before, before I'd met her at least, I think. He tortured Kevin Tran, her old love. As if he was reading my mind, he sneered at her and Damon. "So you two really are a thing, eh?"

"Crowley..." Damon warned.

"My, my, Megan... I mean Emma," Crowley continued. "You're catching up to Lynn on the whole number of guys you've-"

I threw a book at him.

"Anyways!" Crowley groaned, rubbing his face. "I think I know who Lucifer's newest and current vessel is." He took possession of Sam's laptop and searched something up. "I give you one Jefferson Rooney, President of The United States."

Oh yeah, I forgot we had suddenly got a new president. Not really sure what happened, but regardless... "I've always wanted to say that my dad's the president!" I chimed sarcastically.

"How are we even going to do this?" Cas asked. "Lucifer can't be returned to the cage inside his vessel. His essence has to be extracted."

Emma seemed to have a lightbulb go off in her head. "Doesn't Ciar know how to do that? He did that to fix mine when Teivel screwed it up."

Damon raised an eye as I had to actually think to remember this memory. Cliffy wasn't here to help me. Ciar, the Angel of Black, is a good friend and usually an ally. His normal vessel is short, about 5'6, with thin brown eyes and messy hair that matches his namesake. The first time I met him was when we called upon him to help Megan.

"I would like to know how Lynn Logan and Colby are acquainted," Ciar wondered. "But that can wait. What do you need me to do?"

"I guess you have to take Megan's Grace out and… fix it." I shrugged.

"Y'know, kind of like when you gave your kid hers back," Dean reminded. The other Nephilim I mentioned was also missing – Keri – which means Ciar's Heir, is of course, his daughter.

"I can do that," Ciar said proudly. He went over to Megan, and hovered his hand over her from head to toe. "…you failed to mention her Grace is originally from an Archangel?" he realized with irritation.

"Say what?" I asked.

"This Grace in her… is from no ordinary angel. It is a piece of an Archangel's Grace." Ciar clarified.

"You didn't know?" I ask Colby. He shakes his head. I wonder which Archangel. Definitely not Daddy Devil. Wouldn't I be able to… sense it, or something?

"This makes it more difficult," Ciar groaned. He looked up to us. "In order for this to work, you have to make her body comfortable, but frozen… if you don't want her to be in any pain." He added.

"She's still human," Dean piped in. "Would medicine or drugs to knock her out work?"

"Yes." Ciar nodded.

It's Gabriel, by the way. Emma (once Megan) was handpicked by Chuck to be his Chosen One, to protect him and the Earth. Gabriel was the only Archangel willing to fork up a bit of his Grace to power her up.

"He may be able to help," Sam admitted. "But Lucifer has found the perfect safe house. How do we even start getting close to the President? How would we get Ciar close enough?"

"Well, it helps that he's not in D.C." Dean started. "He's actually on a fundraising swing through the Midwest."

Sam continued. "Right now it looks like his whole party — aides, Secret Service, the whole shebang — is staying at an estate owned by some zillionaire. It's right outside Indianapolis. But it is completely surrounded by walls, security, Secret Service, military. Plan B?"

"Damon, Emma and I can just blast our way in and have a three-on-one death match with Daddy Devil." I happily suggested.

"I strongly second this." Damon agreed.

"And spark a country wide riot over supernatural attacks on the president?" Sam reminded. "How about not. Plan C?"


Just a short couple of hours later all was seemingly normal when both Emma and Cas nearly keeled over, holding their heads as if they were in pain.

"What is it?!" Damon demanded in the utmost concern, darting his emerald eyes around in case someone was nearby causing the pain.

"Angel radio." Emma let out sharply. "Cas, what-?"

"There's been a massive surge in celestial energy," Cas realized. "A Nephilim has come into being."

"Another one?" Dean spoke. "Is that even a big deal?"

"I've felt that pain before," Emma admitted. She looks at me with wide eyes. "When was Phoenix born?"

Five year old Phoenix Agate is Gabriel's youngest child. "About a year before Cliffy." I answered.

She nodded. "That was it, then."

Cas interrupted. "The power to produce this is immense. It's much, much greater than a typical angel."

"IF YOU SAY WHAT I THINK YOU'RE GOING TO SAY-" I started.

"I WILL MURDER YOU!" Damon finished for me.

Sam gulped. "It has to be Lucifer."

"Great," Dean groaned. "Now we have to impeach LOTUS and now find Lucifer Junior."

"I need a minute." I trekked away, feeling sick. There's no way. There's just no way. What the hell is Father thinking? He couldn't control Damon so he banished him to Hell. I was snatched away before I could fulfill my purpose in the Apocalypse. I snatched Adena and Serafina before they could break him out of the Cage. Is he really trying again?

Good God... I mean Chuck.

From where I stood against the wall in the hallway with the bedrooms, I heard loud clatter from the library, followed by Dean and Sam yelling, "Hey, hey!" Followed by my eldest brother yelling out angrily, having a tantrum I was trying to avoid having myself. I was about to turn and walk back to see how Damon was doing when I heard a whoosh behind me... and fierce wails of...

A newborn baby.

Standing before me was a man of about 5'11 with tousled dark blonde hair and usual bright green eyes that were now darkened with tears streaming down. He was covered in blood, holding a naked and bloody newborn wailing baby.

It's Nephros, the very first Nephilim ever born. Courtesy of the angel Metatron. The Alpha. He oversees all other existing Nephilim and knows them inside and out (perk of being the Alpha) and knows when they will be/were born.

"Neph-?" I choked. "Damon-!" I tried to call out. "Who's that baby?" I asked.

He was crying too, not just the baby. Blood tears, I might add, coming from Nephros. "That child should not exist." He stated through his sobs.

"What child? The baby you're holding?" I assumed.

"No, no this... this is my son." He sniffled. "He was just born... right as I felt the pulse of the Nephilim conception. That child should... should NOT EXIST!" He sobbed.

"Calm down!" I urged him. "Why are you both covered in blood-? Where is Luna?" I demanded. Levanael, or better known as Luna, Angel of the Moon, was a member of a group of angels known as The Powers. When Lucifer created demons, the angels created The Powers as a sort of response. They are special protectors who usually target demons. The only three members I knew of were Luna, along with Exarp, the Angel of Air; he was one of Emma's loves before Damon. I uh... killed him when I was under the influence of the Purgatory souls. He has a Nephilim child who is the same age as my son, named Charlie.

The other member was Oro, Angel of... what was it, Fire? He died before I met Emma so I never knew him. When Clifton picked up on a memory of him, probably from Emma, his only words to describe him was, "Oro bad." And that is all I'll need to hear.

Nephros trembled. "When the child was created even though it was not supposed to happen it... it had to get written in my head. Seared into my brain. Burned. I had to release a pulse of energy in response and it... it..."

Oh no...

"I killed her," Nephros wailed with his son. "I killed my mother and now I killed my love!"

"I'm so sorry!" I yelped, fighting the urge to cry.

"Aunt Lynn," Nephros continued. "Please take him. I can't keep him. I'll get him killed too!" He approached me, holding out his newborn, crying and bloodied son.

"I-" I started, but stopped when I heard the others come up from behind me. Damon flew over to Nephros as he handed me his son. Before Damon could start to calm him down, I asked, "What's his name?"

Nephros barely managed to let it out. "His name is Troy. After Metatron."