"Lucifer?" Dean restated as if he still didn't understand.
"Yes Dean, Lucifer." Sam repeated.
"Their Lucifer?" Dean said, referring to the other Sam and Dean.
"Yes, Dean, their Lucifer."
"But how?"
"We have no idea." Sam replied, sighing. "All we know is that the description that Parker Simmons gave us perfectly resembles what Lucifer looks like."
Dean sighed and shook his head as he sped along the country road. Sam was riding shotgun while the other Dean, Sam, and Bobby sat in the backseat. The radio blared AC/DC's "Problem Child" throughout the car. Bobby sighed and looked at the other Dean then at Dean, then back to the other Dean again and watched their synchronized head bopping. He chuckled a bit, and a few seconds later the other Sam, having noticed Bobby's looking, laughed too.
It had taken a while to get to and from the town where the incident happened, so by the time Dean slowed to a stop in the impala's normal spot at Bobby's, the street lights of the junkyard were the only source of light.
All five exited the car and headed back towards the house. "You know, we've dealt with angels, demons, monsters, and whatever else you can come up with, but we've never had to deal with ourselves." Dean said as they strolled through the junk yard.
The other Sam nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's different when-" suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks. The other four stopped and looked back at him. "Well, are you coming or not, Sammy?" the other Dean asked.
"Shh." the other Sam whispered, and motioned for the others to get down, which they did. The five of them quickly took cover behind a few cars. "What is it, Sam?" Dean whispered from the car he was hiding behind.
"No idea. I heard a crunching sound, and I know that there's nothing that just randomly gets crushed in this junkyard." the other Sam replied, to which Dean nodded and quickly moved over to a new car to hide behind, from which he started edging towards the impala. He stopped for a moment and waved to Bobby to follow, which he did.
Sam pulled out a pistol from his jacket and peeked out from behind the car he was hiding behind with the other Dean. He snapped back behind the car and looked at the other Dean, eyes wide. "An army. There's- there's a goddamn army of demons." Sam stuttered, gasping for breath.
"Okay, okay, calm down." the other Dean said, motioning with his hands. "How many did you see?" Dean asked.
Sam turned and looked the other Dean in the eye. "At least a hundred."
Dean was almost to the impala. It was only about twenty feet away from where he hid, but to get to it he had to completely expose himself. "Damn it." He muttered, pulling out his pistol from inside his jacket. "Bobby, stay here and cover me." Dean said. Bobby nodded and pulled out a pistol of his own from his belt.
Dean dashed out towards the impala, and moments later a hiss sounded and a gunshot went off. "Dean you better make this trip quick!" Bobby yelled as he set off round after round at demons that began emerging from the darkness.
Dean ran up to the trunk and stuck the keys in the slot then threw the trunk's top open.
"Come on, where is it where is it?!" Dean frantically looked through the trunk that was filled with bags of the five of them. There! Dean reached in and grabbed his bag, then stopped and grabbed Sam's bad as well before dashing off back to cover, just in time for Bobby to shoot down a Demon that had appeared behind the impala mere moments after Dean's dash to safety.
"EVERYBODY GET IN THE HOUSE!" Dean screamed, running towards the back door. The other four ran after him, firing off shots at pursuing demons.
Dean threw the bags down on the table as the other Sam and Bobby grabbed paint and began painting the devils traps under all the entrances to the house. "CRASH!" A demon came flying through the library window, soon followed up by the six shotgun shells to the chest. Bobby ran over and started on a new demon trap under the opening.
"Okay, so what have we got?" the other Dean asked, examining the bags. "Um, what DO you guys have?" he asked with a hint of attitude.
"We have everything we need." Sam said, handing the other Dean a shotgun, a knife, and another pistol. Sam turned back to his bag and grabbed a shotgun for himself, along with a dagger and a few extra shotgun shells, which he stuffed in a jacket pocket.
Banging started from the back door as Dean grabbed everything he needed out of his bag. Another window broke somewhere in the house. The other Sam and Bobby came running into the library and threw their spray cans to the side. "We've blocked off all the entrances." the other Sam stated. "You guys got some spares?" he asked, nodding at their weapons.
"Yeah. Go ahead, all you can eat buffet." Dean said, stepping aside and motioning at the bags like an artist revealing his newest work before running over to the bookshelves.
The other Sam and Bobby quickly suited up with shotguns and knifes before turning back and watching as Sam and the other Dean finished making demon traps at the three entrances of the library. "So what's the plan?" Bobby asked.
"The plan?" Sam scoffed, putting down the half-empty spray can on the library desk. "The plan is to sit here and hope that the demons have a change of heart and decide to leave us alone." Sam smiled.
Bobby rolled his eyes and turned around to face the broken window. "Yeah, whatever. Ya idjit."
The banging and clawing from outside suddenly stopped dead. The other Dean cocked his shotgun and held it up, looking down the sights at the back door. "This can't be good..." the other Sam mumbled. Sam kept and eye on the shattered window and the front door, or the little of it he could see, and Bobby kept his eyes glues to the stairs across the hall.
A whooshing noise sounded from behind them, instantly followed by "Hello boys."
All five of them whipped around to see who it was, only to come face to face with none other than the one that they expected. "Lucifer." the other Dean whispered.
"Yes, that would be me." Lucifer hopped off the desk where he had appeared sitting before flicking his finger at the five of them, sending their guns flying across the room. "Those wouldn't have done you much good anyway." He said, smiling. He paused his pacing for a moment and waved at them, sending them flying as well and pinning them to the wall.
He walked over to the other Sam and looked him in the eyes. "Ah, Sam. You know, I never got to use you as my vessel..." Lucifer turned to face Sam. "But I heard that the Lucifer from here did get you ride around in you for a bit. Is that right?" He smiled.
Sam grunted. "Yeah? What of it?" He retorted.
"Oh, sassy now are we? You seem a bit... different." Lucifer smiled before turning back to face the other Sam again. "Well, Sam, these games are getting tiring and, seeing as daddy didn't like us having our little war back there, I want to begin my war here. I know I said I thought it would be in Detroit, but things change, and Detroit's already been done, so I had to be original. So I thought, 'instead of going far away, why not come back home!' Eh?" Lucifer smiled and looked at the other Sam.
"You see, this body is what you might call a temporary vessel. It isn't the body I need, and it's starting to deteriorate." Lucifer pointed to his face, which had spots of peeled off skin, and some spots with skin peeling slowly as he talked. "You on the other hand, well, you're destined to be my vessel. But we've had this conversation before, and-"
"As a good friend of mine once said, 'Hey, assbutt!'" Dean yelled at Lucifer, who in turn looked at Dean, opening his mouth just in time to say "What the-"
"Get the hell out of this house!" Dean yelled, pulling out a holy fire molotov cocktail from one of the shelves and hurling it at Lucifer. Lucifer screamed in agony as the flames consumed his vessel.
The five of them fell to the floor causing a loud "Thump!" sound, followed by synchronized groaning from the pairs of brothers.
Dean looked over at the other Sam as they stood up. "Sam, what did Lucifer mean when he said 'Daddy didn't like us having our little war back there?'"
The other Sam brushed some dust off his jacket before looking Dean in the eyes. "He's talking about the Apocalypse." the other Sam said, very non-nonchalant.
"No really." Dean sighed. "I mean him saying 'Daddy didn't like us having out war.' Does by daddy he really mean..."
The other Sam tilted his head. "God? Yeah."
Sam looked at the other Sam. "You mean God intervened and stopped the Apocalypse in your... wherever you're from?" He asked.
"Yeah, didn't he do that for you guys too?" the other Sam looked at the dumbfounded expressions on Sam and Dean's faces. "Ehm, I guess not..." the other Sam said.
"Hey, if you two are done chit-chattin', we'd like to talk to ya." The five of them turned to see a giant group of demons standing at all three entrances of the Library. "Oh dear god." Bobby whispered.
"I'm sorry that I'm late." A deep voice said moments after another small whooshing noise sounded in the room. Dean turned to see Castiel standing behind them. The six of them suddenly appeared in a motel room. "We need to talk." Castiel said, looking at the five of them. "It was more than just Lucifer and you two who came through that hole."
Hey guys, thanks for reading the fourth chapter of my story! This being my first FanFiction I have no idea if this is actually good or not, but thank you all for 100 views on this ^_^ It might seem stupid, but I guess it's nice to know that people are enjoying it.
I'll try to update more frequently now that I'm home from vacation, so look forward to that too c: