Chapter Nine
Lilith.
This entire fiasco was all tied to Lilith. It was all designed to push him to kill her. The angels and demons, Heaven and Hell they all wanted him to kill Lilith and free Lucifer. They wanted him to break and say yes to Lucifer and let him use his body as a vessel.
And it had worked.
He would kill Lilith. Nothing else mattered.
No one else mattered.
This had to end.
While his family was dealing with Gordon he silently slipped out of the house and called Ruby. The demoness picked up on the first ring, her voice as eager as she thought she could get it without him knowing of her treachery. Too bad he was well aware of her connection to Lilith.
"Sam? What can I do for you? I thought big brother forbade you from speaking to me."
"Lilith. Where is she?"
He could almost see the triumphant smirk on her lips at his words and a dark smile crossed his lips.
"Come see me. I have all the info you need."
"Where are you?"
"A motel in Lakeview Michigan."
His smile widened into a dangerous grin, hazel eyes flashing in the darkness. That was only an hour away. Perfect.
"I'll be there in an hour."
"I'll be waiting."
He snapped his phone shut and slid it into his pocket before taking off in a random direction in search for a car to take.
This game with Heaven and Hell would end and it would end on his terms. He refused to play nice any longer, not after they'd tried to soil his baby's name and use it as blackmail, as ammo to break him. No.
He was ending it all, and anyone that opposed it...well they were fucked.
Lucifer smirked darkly in his cage as Lilith relayed Ruby's call from his vessel. It seemed as if the little witch was good for something after all. He'd been worried she'd run his vessel off with her disagreements with his family but it was nice to know he hold over the boy was still so strong.
He chuckled lowly causing many of the demons outside of his cage to scurry of in fear.
His freedom was coming and soon.
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Lilith was dead.
Lucifer was free.
Finally, after three months of running and planning, he'd finally done it. He finally freed Lucifer and set the final plan into motion. Soon he'd be able to end it all and free himself from Heaven and Hell...well maybe not Hell, but definitely from the angels and the false image.
Sam cackled madly as the hell gate opened, hazel eyes alight with a mania they hadn't held in years. A blinding white light shot into the air, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive, full of the devil's power. Behind him, the door slammed open and his family entered staring at him wide-eyed.
"What have you done?" His father whispered horrified and Sam turned to them, full lips stretched into a deranged grin.
"I've played a puppet far too long and they slandered my baby's name. So I'm done. I'm done playing a puppet, no it's my turn to be the puppeteer. They'll pay for what they've done. They'll pay for trying to break me." He replied turning his gaze back to the light.
"What about us? What about Damien?"
Sam stiffened then sighed, turning to them with a sad gaze.
"Damien...I love him...but this has to end. And I know the perfect way to end it."
Dean scowled.
"And how's freeing Lucifer going to help that? We've been following your ass for months now, Sam. Hoping we wouldn't have to tell him that you're dead! He thinks you're dead."
"I will be very soon." He admitted and his family froze, not even noticing as the light vanished and the room around them dimmed. Mary shook her head slowly in denial, moss-green eyes wide.
She'd just gotten her family back a few months ago, she couldn't lose them. She just couldn't.
"W-What?" Dean stammered and Sam held up a necklace holding four ornate rings, some with dried blood on them.
"The angels released the four Horsemen a few nights after I left and Ruby and I hunted them all down and killed everyone but death who loaned me his ring in return for being a reaper for 24hours. With these I can open the cage and close it. I'm going to say yes...then I'm going to drag him back into the cage with me."
His family stared at him stunned by his blunt revelation.
"What about Michael?" His father asked faintly, eyes wide.
Sam sighed and looked away.
"I- I don't know. I didn't plan for him because I know neither you or Dean would say yes. I honestly have no idea."
"Sammy, you don't have to do this. Please, sweetie. We can take this on together, as a family." Mary pleaded and Sam gave her sad smile.
"I'm sorry." He replied before turning to walk away. Dean grabbed him by his arm, his grip harsh.
"Come home, Sam."
Sam's sad smile didn't waver and he nodded to someone behind them. A blinding light flashed and when it cleared...Sam was gone.
"Lucifer has been freed?"
Zachariah nodded and Michael hummed softly.
"Neither Dean nor his father are ready to say yes. Is there anyone else?"
Zachariah nodded again and straightened his stance, dark eyes gleaming.
"John Winchester's youngest son, Adam Milligan. He is in Heaven now but his body is still intact. You should be able to possess it if he agrees."
"And Lucifer's vessel?"
"He'll say yes."
Michael raised a golden eyebrow at the seraph, eyes narrowing dangerously. He knew of Zachariah's underhanded methods and he did not agree at all. If any harm had come to his brother's vessel by his hand...he would reap it.
"You sound certain."
Zachariah puffed up proudly, his wings preening behind him like those of an arrogant pigeon.
"It took a bit of work. But we've finally succeeded in wearing him down. One mention of his daughter and he was ready to say yes." He boasted not noticing Michael's darkening gaze.
The arch angel knew that war was not clean cut but to defile the name of someone's child was an act he would not dare condone. He'd actually met the child Zachariah spoke of too. Little Marilyn Samantha Winchester was a happy child and had continued to grow in heaven becoming the youngest angel since Castiel's creation two millennia prior. She was a beautiful child of seven with her father's blood red hair and her mother's hazel eyes and dimples. The angel of childhood innocence was a being many would find hard to dislike.
"Zachariah," He rumbled, disapproval clear in his tone. "Bring me Milligan...then get out of my sight."
The seraph's eyes widened and he nodded slowly as if stunned then left. Once he was gone, Michael called Marilyn to his side. The little angel appeared with a curious smile on her lips, hazel eyes wide with childish glee.
"Michael!" She squealed and he smiled at her.
"You still watch over your parents, right?" He asked and her expression became more solemn, her smile turning into a tiny frown.
"Mommy is hurting. He plans to jump into Luci's cage."
Michael's eyes widened.
"We have to stop him. Go to Castiel. He'll take you to your family. Watch over them."
She nodded and clasped her hands together in front of her tiny chest.
"Please save mommy."
He kissed her forehead fraternally. "I shall try."
TBC...
EDITED:12/25/15
