Chapter 4:
"One room please." Lucifer smiled at the front desk clerk of probably one of the shittiest hotels Lucifer had ever seen, and he had seen a lot in his time within the human realm. Her eyes seemed to glaze over and she giggled, putting her hand over her lips.
"For all three of you?" She asked, leaning forward towards Lucifer. And he locked eyes with her.
"No thank you, just for the man in the leather jacket over there-. Lucifer glanced at her name tag; Mia. -Mia." Mia giggled again and she looked over at Dean, and her smile turned into a small grimace, having lost all interest then. Dean sighed and just threw his hands up into the air, and he rubbed his eyes some, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Just give me one on the ground level please.." Dean said, a small hint of annoyance in his voice. Mia nodded, before handing Lucifer the keys, her hand lingering on his wrist as she pulled away. Lucifer smiled, and hummed, patted her hand then began to walk out, paying for Dean's room. Dean followed, catching the hotel key that Lucifer threw at him.
"Why are we here again?" Dean asked, sighing. "Why did you wanna talk to me?"
"You're interesting. And I want to know why you haven't tried to kill me yet." Lucifer hummed.
"Why did you even look into me?" Dean opened the door and set his two duffel bags down onto the bed, coughing some as the dusty floated into the air from the impact.
"You, looked into me if I do remember correctly." Lucifer said, watching Dean as he unpacked some clothes, and a journal.
"Well yes, because you're supposed to be in Hell still." Dean narrowed his eyes, and Chloe stammered.
"He's not Lucifer! At all, like there is absolutely no way that he's the devil."
"And that's why I'm curious about you Dean." Lucifer said, "You know of me. You're not scared of me. And yet, you seem human, even though you're a hunter, you don't seem like a normal hunter, even if you are a goddamn good one." Lucifer looked at him, before his eyes flashed. "You've been touched by one of my brothers." Lucifer whispered, and Chloe coughed, rubbing her forehead in frustration.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lucifer walked over to Dean, ignoring Chloe.
"Get the hell away from me." Dean said, tensing, he backed himself against a wall before Lucifer stopped in front of Dean, his hand lifting up the left sleeve on his shirt, glancing at Dean's upper arm. Chloe blinked in surprise, looking at Dean.
"Jesus, how did you get that?" Chloe asked, her voice quieter as on Dean's arm was a burned hand-print. It was red, raised, and looked really painful. Dean snatched his arm away, glaring at Lucifer.
"...an angel, by the name of Castiel." Dean said, he grinned then, knowing Castiel would've heard his name be called, and would be here soon. He hoped, he didn't trust the feathered bastard but hopefully he'd show up.
"Ah, the youngest of us…" Lucifer looked at Dean, before he narrowed his eyes, knowing what he had done. "Chloe, we need to leave. Now." Lucifer put a hand behind him, shoving her towards the door. "We'll talk to you later-" Lucifer started before the door closed with a shattering bang. Chloe turned, pointing her gun at the man behind them
"What the fuck?" Chloe breathed. There was a man with black hair, hypnotic blue eyes and a trench coat that seemed a little too big for him. He ignored Chloe, walking past her.
"Lucifer." He growled silently, "you're not supposed to be free."
"Everyone keeps saying that, yet here I am." Lucifer said, he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Also seriously? Are you trying to copy Constantine?"
"...?" Castiel tilted his head ever so to the left and Lucifer just chuckled.
"So innocent~ you haven't changed brother." Castiel huffed, and just glared.
"If you're my brother-"
"Are we really gonna do this again?" Lucifer exasperated. "Yes, I'm your brother Lucifer."
"Then why aren't you in the cage?" Castiel asked, and Chloe groaned.
"Would somebody tell me what the hell is going on?!" Chloe stamped her foot to the ground and glared.
"Ah...yes.." Castiel blinked, frightened by the sudden outburst. "You see, the man you're currently with is Lucifer, King of Hell." Castiel said.
"You mean-?"
"Please let me finish miss…" Castiel said, and he cleared his throat. "And Lucifer is supposed to be in a cage. In Hell. Unable to get out." He said, glaring, and with a flick of his wrist a blade fell into his palm. Lucifer backed up slightly, and he huffed.
"Well look, I was never in a cage and I was never supposed to be there."
"Impossible, you've been stuck in that cage for...a millenia. Longer." Castiel said, he narrowed his eyes.
"Never saw a cage." Lucifer crossed his arms. And then Castiel tilted his head.
"Wait….then...are...there two Lucifers? Your vessel isn't slowly burning, is this your true vessel?"
"True vessel? Father No! I created this body! It's nice right~?" Lucifer grinned. Dean looked to Chloe and he shrugged his shoulders some. He pulled her aside, looking at her.
"Listen, I don't think these two are gonna budge anytime soon, and I would like to talk to you. How the hell did you meet Lucifer?"
"He's the owner of a club and one of the girls that used to dance for him got murdered. And he helped me with the case. And he's been following ever since. Is he really Lucifer?"
"Lucifer Morningstar yes." Dean nodded, before frowning some, "Do you not really...understand? That he is the Lucifer?" Chloe rolled her eyes.
"Lucifer doesn't exist. Nothing like that exists."
"...Chloe, we have a lot to talk about. Cas, don't stab Lucifer just yet. I think I know what's going on." Dean said, standing up. He shifted his jacket and sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "This is gonna be weird…"
