WEKYN CH 9

Chapter 9

"Cas, listen to me, you cannot go out there alone, alright? Hey, hey man look! I get it that you are crazy about this girl, but there is a plan here, we need to find it before you go and get yourself captured or killed ok! Then what good are you to Meg then, huh?"

Castiel knew Dean was right, he knew that what he was doing was foolish, rash and not befitting the soldier that he was. Of course, the logical side of his brain was being drowned out by Lucifer's mocking laughter and the sound of Meg's scream as she was pistol whipped in front of him. Finally sitting down after Dean's incessant pestering Castiel was able to calm his thoughts. Formulating a plan in his head, he called Jo into the room. Speaking slowly, Castiel began to lay out their rescue of Meg.

Meg groaned, wincing in pain with each small movement. Finally coming to, she remembered where she was. Right, the Singer factory, I'm still a hostage she grumbled in her head. Sitting up as much as the handcuffs and stiff backed chair would allow, she did her best to get the blood caked hair out of her face and take in her surroundings. Ok. Alright, let's focus up girl, time to find a way out of here. Meg made a few pulls at the cuffs, finding them just as solid as the chair she was in. Looking around the room, she found it bare, nothing she could use to fight her way out. With how much pain she felt wracking her small frame, Meg was unsure if she even had the strength to fight her way out of anything right about now. Hearing the scrape of a lock, Meg steeled herself for whatever was coming through that door.

Finding a pair of cold, ice blue eyes staring her down did not help the small ball of fear that was beginning to grow in her stomach as Meg watched Lucifer slowly walk towards her. She couldn't take her eyes off the wicked looking knife in his hands, and noted it was already covered in dried blood; her blood. Lucifer noticed where her eyes went and chuckled softly, "Don't worry darling, I won't be using this on you again. Well, as long as you and your boyfriend behave that is."

Meg's eyes widened, fear gripping at her heart. Oh shit did they get Castiel? Idiot, I told him to go, why doe he never listen that stupid featherhead. Lucifer noticed her distress and gave another soft, evil laugh, "No no dear, you little boyfriend isn't in my clutches quite yet. I've arranged a little trade. That naughty file you and your friends decided to take for you. All in all I think it is fair, don't you?"

Meg's answer was to spit in his face. Lucifer sighed dramatically before backhanding her hard, making sure the pommel of the knife caught Meg in the forehead. Groaning in pain and feeling the blood trickle down into her eyes; Meg did the only thing she could in her position, "Fuck you Lucifer. You think that Castiel is going to let this go without a fight you're dead wrong."

Lucifer cocked an eyebrow at her, "Pray tell Meagan, why is that? Because little soldier boy has got his heart a flutter for you?"

Meg gave Lucifer a grin that even chilled his blood for a moment, "No, you pompous son of a bitch. It's because angels trump demons every time. And I've got Thursday's in my back pocket."

As if on cue, loud crashing sounds followed by several gunshots were heard just outside the door. Cursing loudly, Lucifer turned on his heel, quickly striding out of the room. Walking out into the old office atrium, he came face to face with a very angry looking Castiel. Lucifer eyed him carefully, taking note of his bloody knuckles and vengeful look in his eyes. Scoffing Lucifer finally addressed the man, "So you must Castiel, Meg has had so much to day about you. Did you bring my file?"

Not answering, Castiel simply threw a manila envelope at the feet of Lucifer. Smiling with surprise he quickly opened it, eyes widening in horror at the pictures he saw. Alistair and Azazel tied to separate chairs with guns to their heads, bodies adorned with marks of at least several hours of severe torture. Hands shaking, Lucifer turned his gaze back to Castiel, spitting out his next words, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?!"

Ignoring his question, Castiel started to slowly circle the blond, "Where is Meg?"

Lucifer began to spit out another insult before Castiel stopped him, "I'll let you in on a little secret, you can't stop any of this. We've sent the file to the right authorities, Sam Winchester and Fergus Crowley, who was utterly delighted by the way to completely butcher your law firm, are working with them right now. Expect arrest warrants tomorrow, but of course by then the bodies of your partners will have already been left at the police station for a while. They'll be alive of course, but you…well they can always search the Hudson, but the river is so big I doubt they'll ever find you. Now where is Meg?"

Lucifer didn't answer, instead letting his grip tighten around his knife as he began to match Castiel's circling. Castiel responded, pulling out a wicked looking knife. Both men slowly circled each other before Lucifer snarled, leaping forward in attack.

Sparks flew as the blades began clashing together. Castiel quickly dodged a downward swipe, getting a small slash across Lucifer's chest as her circled away. Red began to sprout across Lucifer's suit, but the cut wasn't deep enough to kill. Clangs echoed in the room for several minutes before Lucifer finally broke away again, small cuts and slashes dotting his body. Anger welled up in his chest, the only blow he landed on Castiel being a cut on his face. Lucifer's eyes widened at the wicked smile adorning Castiel's face. He was being played with.

Castiel lunged forward, but slipped on broken glass littering the floor. Pouncing, Lucifer took the opportunity to cut Castiel across his chest several times. Blood sprouted across the white of Castiel's shirt and he staggered backwards cursing. Barley finding his footing before Lucifer lunged at him again, knocking his knife aside.

Both men lay on the ground, Lucifer on top of Castiel, attempting to drive his knife into Castiel's heart with all his strength. Castiel, to his credit was fighting him off, but the cuts on his chest and the pressure Lucifer had from his position was making the fight difficult. The knife slowly inched its way towards Castiel's chest. In a final act of desperation, Castiel headbutted Lucifer, giving him control long enough to wrestle the knife away and bury it in Lucifer's stomach. A sharp cry followed by a deathly silence and Castiel's heavy breathing were all that followed.

Finally making his way into the back office, he found Meg with a frantic look in her eyes. Smiling at her, Castiel undid her cuffs, her arms going around Castiel's neck as soon as she was free, her lips planting a deep kiss on them. Returning the kiss with a smile, they begin limping their way out of the room. Meg turned to him with a small, pained smirk on her face, "What took you so long tree topper?"

"I wanted a dramatic rescue, befitting the story. Angels vs. Demons, light and dark battling it out? How could I not take the opportunity."

Meg rolled her eyes, "Don't do that next time. Just shoot the bastard and be done with it. Better yet, how about you listen to me next time when I tell you to leave me be?"

Castiel smirked at her, "If I did that then we would still be in this sort of trouble. How about I buy you a drink to make it up to you?"

"That's less of a kind gesture when you work at a bar and the drinks for free Clarence."

Their laughter was cut short by the cock of a gun behind them. Castiel moved instinctively, pushing Meg behind him to take the brunt of the bullet. The last thing Castiel heard before everything went black was a bang, sirens and Meg's scream.