That night, while Nick was lying in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, he had a thought- what if the Winchester's were right-? He wasn't safe...
He sat up with a sigh, then switched the lamp on... and gasped.
There was a man at the foot of the bed. Nick's eyes widened- oh damn...
'Well, well...' the demon said, its black eyes glinting strangely in the lamplight. 'What do we have here? Satan's reject?'
Nick growled, folding his eyes.
'Get out.' He snarled.
The demon laughed. 'You may have been able to boss us around before...' he raised a hand, causing Nick to be ripped from the bed and slammed against the wall, sliding down it with a new pain in his back.
But he started laughing, then got up.
'You really think I'm stupid?'
The demon smirked and started forwards- only to stop with a jolt. It looked upwards at the devils trap on the ceiling.
Then it smirked at Nick. 'A devil's traap? What happened to all those macho powers-?' then it laughed again.
'Oh! I forgot- you're not important enough!'
But the demon frowned- the reject, mutilated vessel was still laughing.
Nick smirked. 'Oh- you don't think I'm not capable of killing you, yeah?' he walked forwards until he was right at the edge of the trap.
'Being the devils ride... you pick up on things.' he smirked. The demon frowned; he wasn't feeling exactly cocky now.
'Like what?'
Nick's face slowly turned into a grin that scared the demon
'This-'
He started talking in Latin, the smirk still upon his face. The demon's eyes wide- how did he-? It was instantaneous; the demon exploded with vibrant red light, lighting Nick's face up, revealing narrowed eyes.
Maybe some of Lucifer's traits still resided in him- because he was feeling an overwhelming urge to go on a rampage, killing whatever he met...
The demon dropped, and the light faded into the soft yellow from the lamp, which was flickering a little.
Nick sat down on the bed, the unfamiliar and alien emotions coursing through him, threatening to explode.
But like hell he was going to let them take over... he'd already been subjected to that for months before.
Then Nick got up and walked over to the bathroom, stepping over the demon in the process. Inside, he stared at himself in the mirror.
'Ok, I'm going mad now...' He said to his reflection... but to his horror, the reflection folded its arms.
'Well, we already knew that Nick.' Lucifer smirked. Nick groaned. 'Why can't you leave me alone?'
Lucifer laughed now, making Nick growl. 'Start talking! Why the whole "ghost from Hell" thing?'
The devil sighed now, shaking his head. 'Oh I'm just getting started Nick- trust me... were going to have such a fun time...' he smirked.
'Just like in the past.'
Nick snarled, but his reflection had already reverted to normal.
He snarled again, and nearly hit the mirror in frustration; why him? Why couldn't that bastard Satan leave him alone?
Life was already screwed up without him being added to it again.
Then he spied the card beside the lamp, it had fallen on the floor. Nick lent down and picked it up, a frown upon his face as he decided.
He walked downstairs and picked up the phone, dialing the number.
'Hello?'
Nick sighed. 'Sam? You were right... he's after me.'
Sam, who was in the car beside Dean as they drove towards the next town sighed.
'We're coming.'
He ended the call with a sigh.
'Who was that? Satan's chum?'
Sam sighed again. 'Demon problems...' Dean groaned and turned the Impala round, heading back towards Pike Creek.
'I sure hope this isn't gonna turn into a demon-ganking extravaganza.'
Things are getting tense now! Lucifer hasn't left the building just yet. Hmm... what is he planning? or planned? Keep reading folks! Thanks! X Nicola
