Chapter 7: Sweet Dreams

The answer to that question was undeniably rhetorical. Of course everything could get worse, and it did. Within weeks, Lyrianna had started to question her own reality. Three months of loneliness was nothing compared to three more of an endlessly amount of mental breakdowns.

Lucifer would come and go, but he'd be there every day without fail. He wouldn't talk to her, only stare at the sleeping little angel curled onto the bed. Most of the time she was only pretending, praying he'd just leave her alone. He decided to humor her first, allowing her to believe that she was safe, waiting for the right moment to yank the wool off of her eyes.

But not this time. He could tell she was dreaming. It was ironic to him at first. She used to be afraid of falling asleep, knowing that she'd see him lurking somewhere in the shadows ready to attack her. Now it was the other way around and she didn't even want to wake up, knowing that the devil would be there.

He had even found it entertaining, until he realized that she was trying to escape the world she truly lived in. Escape him. In those dreams were her sweet desires living in her own vivid imagination; the girl whom she wanted to be, the things she wished to have. But most of all it was her only way of feeling free from not only him, but from everything dark that surrounded her. And it's so sad to think that the moment her eyes opened, all her hopes will be lost again until she falls back to sleep.

Lucifer wouldn't have that. He wouldn't let her forget whom she belonged to. So he decided to corrupt her serene fictional paradise once and for all, denying her any belief that she'll ever be free. Repudiating her of her own dreams.

It really was breathtaking, no one could've denied it, not even the devil. The endless amount spring colors that lead to the woodland in the distance was indescribable. He smirked when he noticed her crossed legged against one of the many trees, running her fingertips along the top of the flowers as she basked in the sunlight.

Of course, she couldn't see him. Not yet. He wanted to watch, waiting for the right time to shred her world apart for good. She was far too much at ease with this world, examining the mountains in the distance, as though guessing how high they really were. This place, this enchanted beautiful place was the definition of peace and without him by her side all her fears and sadness slipped away into nothing. Here in this meadow was the first time in years that she had found true serenity. A gentle cool breeze slipped through her hair, making the long grass dance and sway steadily in unison. But that breeze turned colder as he started to approach, the chills running down her spine.

Then she saw him, sat beside her casually as though he'd been there the whole time. "Get out of my head." She spat, much to his surprise.

He chuckled. "Nice place you've got here." He complimented.

Lyrianna's head tilted slightly, her eyes narrowed. "What do you want? If you're here to gloat-"

Lucifer cut her off. "Gloat? Oh, no. I don't do that."

She scoffed. "You're joking, right? I mean, that's basically all you've been doing to me these last few months if you're not tormenting me."

His eyes darkened slightly. "It's amazing how much more of a fight you put up when you're dreaming. When you're awake all I see is a broken little angel who's too afraid to even speak, fearing the consequences. Do you honestly think I'd tolerate you talking back to me? Dream or no dream, darling, I own you. It's about time you learnt that." He derided.

Lily's eyes became glassier with every word that he spoke, realizing that everything he had said was true. "It's my dream. I created this place." She whispered softly. "And it helps me feel safe. Whether you're here or not…" She admitted. "I-I need it."

He shrugged. "But you're forgetting something, Lyrianna… I am here. And this little fantasy you've created will turn into dust by the time I get through to that pretty little skull of yours; you will never be free of me."

She felt a cold single tear fall down her cheek. "C-can't you just… Just let me have this? This one thing. I'll go insane without it."

He shushed her, pulling her almost gently from her position into what was probably meant to be a comforting hug. "Shh…" He cooed soothingly, lightly caressing the back of her head. "Sanity has nothing to do with it, my dear. You're trying to escape. Maybe not physically, but I can see it in your eyes. You're trying to make up your own mental little getaway dreamland to escape the life you're living now."

Lyrianna sobbed into his chest, trying to imagine it was someone else holding her, his words piercing her like a knife.

Her eyes opened and she bolted up right in her bed, her eyes full of fresh tears. Lucifer was there, sitting on the bed with a smug like grin on his face. She glared at him. "Leave me alone." She muttered.

Lucifer scoffed. "Oh, I don't think so." She looked away, glowering. "Turn away all you want, but I'm not going anywhere, flower." He sneered. "And neither are you. If you fall asleep, I may even join you."

Her stomach churned when she realized he was serious. He was never going to leave her alone. Not even for a second. "Since we're both alone here…" He started, cupping her cheek and forcing her to look at him. "Why don't we have a little fun?"

She couldn't help it, what happened next. She spat directly onto his face. He sat there stunned for a second until he wiped it off slowly, before backhanding roughly across the face, splitting her lip. "You don't wanna play, huh?" He scorned. "Well that's a shame, isn't it? I'd have thought you more willing seeing as you've been locked up in here for the last six months with nothing to do."

Lyrianna wiped the blood from her lip and avoided his gaze. "Like I said before… I would sooner die than letting you own me… Whether I was made for you or not… C-can't you see?" She whimpered. "I-if I can't get away, I will never stop fighting you. I don't care if you let me die of boredom, I will never let you…" She trailed off, tears running down her face.

Lucifer was silent for a second, and to her surprise he simply laughed. It took her a moment to realize that he wasn't actually amused. "You're being awfully insolent today, aren't you? I do believe I warned you about your behavior a few months ago, hm?"

"I am not a child!" She yelled, though her fear was slowly starting to resurface.

He raised an eyebrow. "Maybe not…" He agreed. "But you should definitely work on your attitude."

"Or what?" She snapped, her voice cracking. "You'll chain me up? Torture me?" She sneered, barley holding in her tears.

Lucifer grabbed her suddenly and yanked her against him, one hand at her back holding her to him and the other fisting in her hair roughly. "That does sound good, doesn't it?" Completely taking her off guard, he kissed her, forcing her lips apart with his tongue as she squirmed in his arms.

"What are you doing?" She tried to pull away, but his hand slipped from her hair to cup the nape of her neck.

When he whispered, his cold breath brushed over her lips. "That's nothing compared to what I have in store for you, sweetheart."

Her pale eyes widened in revulsion. "Y-you can't be serious! If you think just for one second that I-I'd ever-!"

Before she could finish there was loud knock on the door. "Saved by the bell." Lucifer mumbled angrily, with a click of his fingers, the door that Lily had never seen open, opened.

To Lily's shock two demons roughly manhandled Sam and Dean Winchester inside. As much as she had missed them, she knew that this wasn't a good thing. "No." She whispered.

Lucifer seemed pleased when he saw them, yet there was something in his eyes that said so otherwise. "Hey, guys. So nice of you to drop in." He jeered.

He paced towards the window, lightly breathing on the glass, and drew a pitchfork in the almost icy condensation. "Sorry if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite."

"Well, I'll alert the media." Dean retorted.

Lucifer turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. "Help me understand something, guys. I mean, stomping through my front door is... a tad suicidal, don't you think?"

This is it, Lyrianna thought. The six months were up… She knew what was coming. "We're not here to fight you."

He glanced at Lily before replying. "No? Then why are you?" Lucifer asked.

"I want to say 'yes.'" Sam stated, his eyes holding a secret she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Sam, don't-!" She started, but with a wave of the devil's hand, she was bound and gagged.

"Excuse me?"

Sam took a breath, closed his eyes and the two demons dropped down dead in a flash of light. The fallen angel's eyes widened in complete shock.

"Chock-full of Ovaltine, are we?" Lucifer mocked.

Sam glared at him, determined. "You heard me. Yes."

Lucifer observed him for a second, and frowned. "You're serious." He realized.

There was something else, something Lily didn't know about. "Look, Judgment Day's a runaway train. We get it now. We just want off." That wasn't like them. She barely knew the boys but she knew they wouldn't just give up so easily.

"Meaning?"

"Deal of the century. I give you a free ride, but when it's all over, I live, he lives, you bring our parents back-"

Lucifer sighed in annoyance. "Okay, can we please drop the telenovela? I know you have the rings, Sam."

The rings? Lily frowned, trying to understand what was happening. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Sam lied, trying to ignore the look of dread on his brother's face.

"The Horsemen's rings? The magic keys to my Cage? Ring a bell? Come on, Sam. I've never lied to you. You could at least pay me the same respect. It's okay. I'm not mad. A wrestling match inside your noggin... I like the idea. Just you and me. One round, no tricks… You win, you jump in the hole. I win... Well, then I win. What do you say, Sam? A fiddle of gold against your soul says I'm better than you." Lily's heart pounded, but she knew there was no way that Sam's plan was going to work so easily.

"So he knows. Doesn't change anything." Sam whispered to Dean.

But his brother was having none of it. "Sam, no." Dean was border point crying by now.

"We don't have any other choice."

The next few words would possibly change everything. "Yes."

For a split second they were blinded by the light. When it vanished, Dean looked around, trying to find Sam, who was motionless on the floor.

Lyrianna's struggled with her bonds, knowing that she only had a few seconds. "Hang on, Lily. I'll be there in a sec'." Dean took the Horsemen's rings out of his pocket and threw them at the wall. "Bvtmon...Tabges...Babalon." He chanted before rushing over to her and cutting her free from the ropes.

She hugged him as a hole appeared in the wall where the rings once were. It felt for a second that all the air was being sucked into it. Dean noticed as Sam stirred, waking up. "No, Dean! Wait!" Lyrianna begged him as he rushed over.

"Sammy!" He yelled.

"Dean!" Sam groaned. "I can feel him. Oh, god!" Lyrianna could see the gleam in his eyes and she knew that that was not Sam.

"Dean!" She tried shouting, yet no words came out. She could practically hear him laughing at her.

The eldest brother's back was turned to her and she couldn't even stand when she tried, it was as though he had paralyzed her completely. "You got to go now! Come on! Go now, Sammy. Now!"

Lucifer walked towards the hole and took some very deep breaths, until he decided to stop the charade. He smiled and turned back to Dean

Lyrianna winced at the look on Dean's face when he heard the next few words. "I was just messing with you. Sammy's long gone…Chdr bvtmon tabges babalon." The hole closed, and vanished as though it was never there. Lucifer sighed as he picked up the rings and placed them in Sam's pocket. "I told you...This would always happen in Detroit."

He glanced at Lily and gave her a dark smile before waving his hand over her, allowing her to move once again. "I'll be back for you, Lyrianna." He promised before he disappeared. Dean put his hands to his head with tears in his eyes.

Lily stood from the bed and ran to him placing her arms around his waist, "I'm so sorry." She cried on his shoulder. "I can't even imagine the pain you must be feeling."

His eyes widened, when he saw the blood on her face. "What the hell did he do to you?" He breathed.

She bowed her head. "H-he um… I don't really want to talk about. Let's just get out of here."

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