Chapter Ten
Lucifer tilted his head in curiosity as he watched Sam Winchester. The young man was crying and muttering nonsensically, his eyes darting around the room.
"He is hallucinating, father," Meg smirked as she came up behind the fallen angel, one hand on her hip.
The Devil's eyes never left the human's face.
"Looks like you're getting closer," Meg continued, "He's finally starting to break."
It had been nearly a month since she and Ruby had brought Sam to the farmhouse and Meg had to admit she hadn't thought the human would last as long as he had.
Sam may be a hunter and he may be strong but he was only human after all and humans could only take so much pain before they started to cave.
Meg grinned widely when Sam's head dropped to his chest, the boy too weak to hold it up any longer. She saw that his arms trembled visibly and sweat dripped from the bangs that obscured his eyes.
No, it wouldn't be long now.
SPN
Dean held his head high as he stepped out onto Bobby's porch, the veteran hunter at his side. Cas stood in the driveway, his gaze pinned on the rapidly setting sun.
"Take your time," Dean told the angel, "It's not like we're in any sort of a hurry or anything."
Bobby scowled at the younger man and swatted the back of Dean's head as Cas turned around to face the both of them.
"We must be careful, Dean," Castiel warned, "Although we will have the element of surprise, Lucifer is sly… we do not want him to kill Sam or worse once we arrive."
Dean wanted to say that Sam was already being tortured by the fallen angel so he wasn't sure what Cas' idea of worse was but he kept his mouth shut.
"Take this," the angel slid a hand into his beige trench coat and pulled out Ruby's knife, "You'll have need of it. There will not be time to exorcise the demons."
Dean and Bobby stared at the serrated blade. The oldest Winchester hadn't thought he would ever see it again. Dean recalled dropping it in the convent and hadn't thought to retrieve it while Lucifer was making his grand entrance.
"How did you find this? I thought it was lost," Dean asked, slightly chagrinned.
"I returned to the convent after Lucifer was free and found the knife," the angel answered simply.
"Well… uh, thanks," Dean took the weapon and slipped it into his jacket pocket.
"Can we git going now?" Bobby asked gruffly and Cas nodded, placing a hand each on the hunters' foreheads.
W
Dean blinked and staggered as his feet hit solid ground once again. He didn't think he'd ever get used to riding the Angel Express but he had to admit it sure beat driving.
As soon as his eyes adjusted to the near-darkness, Dean caught sight of what looked like Bill Gates' house- a mansion with a high stone wall surrounding it- and his mouth dropped open.
This was where Lucifer was holding Sam?
Dean turned to the angel with wide eyes, "Sam's in there?"
Cas shook his head, "No."
"Than why're we here?" Bobby asked, placing a restraining hand on Dean's shoulder because the younger man looked like he wanted to punch the angel.
"We are here, Robert," Cas began, ignoring Dean's livid expression, "Because the Colt is inside."
Dean spluttered and stared at the mansion once again.
"The Colt? As in, the Colt?"
Cas turned his blue eyes to Dean, "What other Colt would I be referring to?"
"Never mind," Bobby interrupted quickly, "Why's the Colt there? An' who has it?"
Dean was becoming inpatient. Cas hadn't mentioned that they'd be taking any side-trips and all he wanted was to get his brother back.
"A demon is in possession of the Colt," the angel answered.
"Oh, that's great!" Dean snapped, "Why do we even need the gun? We've got the knife; we should be good to go!"
Castiel looked at Dean as though he was the most naïve being in the universe.
"The Colt can kill anything, Dean, not just demons."
Dean paused, realizing what that meant.
"You think the Colt can kill Lucifer?"
The angel nodded, "The Devil would not allow you to get close enough to use a Seraph Blade and so the Colt is your only option if you wish to kill him."
Dean nodded. With the Colt, Dean could keep himself at a relatively safe distance and still put that son of a bitch down.
"Okay," Dean relented, "I see where you're going… but how do we get the Colt? Do you know where it is?"
"You and Robert will have to procure the Colt," Cas explained, "The mansion is covered in sigils warding against angels; I cannot enter but you two can."
Bobby sighed, "Well that's just peachy."
"How did a demon get the Colt?" Dean asked suddenly, ignoring the look Bobby gave him.
"When the thief, Bela Talbot, stole the Colt from you, she gave it to a demon named Crowley," Cas said, "the very demon that resides inside that mansion."
Bobby huffed, "That's all I need to know. Alright, get us inside so we can get the gun so we can get Sam."
"I will be waiting for you two out here," Cas told the hunters and transported them the short distance into the grounds of the mansion.
Dean pulled Ruby's knife from his pocket and held it at the ready. Bobby held his pistol loaded with iron rounds in his hand and nodded to the younger man. Silent as shadows, the hunters headed down the cobblestone driveway and towards the ornate front door.
SPN
"Sam," Lucifer spoke softly and the young man raised his head slightly.
Sam let out a frightened whimper when he saw the fallen angel through his matted bangs and attempted to shy away from the threat.
"I know you're in pain," Lucifer continued, speaking as though he wasn't the one who had preformed the torture in the first place, "I can make it all go away, Sam. I can stop the pain but first you have to say just one word… just one, tiny word."
"Nuh-No!" Sam cried as loudly as he could, his throat raw.
The fallen angel sighed and shook his head.
"I grow weary of this, Samuel," the Devil told him, "As I am sure you do. Why not end it?"
Sam didn't answer. He was struggling just to remain conscious much less have a conversation with Lucifer.
Why am I doing this? Sam thought. Dean's already dead, so what's the point?
The Devil smiled as if he could read the young man's thoughts.
"I do not wish to destroy the world," he said quietly, as if relaying a secret that was only for the two of them, "I wish to remake it… mould it in my image, the way it was meant to be!"
Sam chuckled despite the pain it caused, "And flame-broil everyone in the process."
The fallen angel tilted his head, "Are you saying that humans do not deserve it? Do you believe that the murderers and rapists and child molesters should not be punished for their sins against humanity and God Himself?"
"It's… It's not your decision," Sam insisted.
It was Lucifer's turn to laugh, "I am the King of Hell, Samuel! The Pit was created for such men as these!"
Sam sucked in a ragged breath. He didn't know why he was trying to justify the continuation of the human race to the fallen angel. The only person he truly cared about was already gone.
"Wh-what about all the innocents?" Sam asked and gagged harshly, blood dribbling down his chin.
"All humans are sinful," Lucifer answered, "Some more so than others but they have all done something to warrant their demise."
Sam didn't reply. He watched as the fallen angel smirked at him before letting his eyes slip closed and he drifted into unconsciousness, Lucifer's soft laughter ringing in his ears.
SPN
Dean tried not to struggle too much in the demon's grip. Beside him, Bobby cursed under his breath but likewise did not attempt to fight the demon who had a hold of hm.
They were here to get the Colt, not gank monsters.
The hunters were hustled down a door-lined hallway and shoved into the last room on the left which appeared to be some sort of office. There was a floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the gardens at the back of the mansion and a giant oaken desk in front of it. A ornate fireplace took up most of the other wall.
Dean tensed when a voice addressed them in a thick Cockney accent, "If I'd know we'd be having company, I would have put on a pot of tea."
The younger hunter looked up to see a man rise from a wing-backed chair in front of the fireplace. He was a couple of inches shorter than Dean and clothed entirely in black.
"Yer Crowley?" Bobby grumbled, glancing at Dean from the corner of his eye.
"The one and only," the demon smirked, "Now, I doubt you two have come here for a little friendly chat."
Bobby spoke before Dean could make a snarky comment, "Actually, we are."
Crowley lifted an eyebrow in interest, "Well, it's not every day that I have hunters asking to talk instead of trying to shove me back down to the Pit."
"Give us the Colt! We know you have it!" Dean spat, unable to control himself. He just wanted to get the gun and save his brother.
The man in black frowned slightly, as if confused by Dean's words.
"You mean that marvelous invention of one Samuel Colt?" the demon asked and Dean all but rolled his eyes.
"Do ya have it or don't ya?" Bobby asked, shooting a glare at Dean. They needed to show Crowley that they were on his side- for the most part- and all the boy was doing was making things harder than they needed to be.
"Oh, I have it," Crowley smirked, "You have your information right, old chap."
Dean gritted his teeth in frustration. He hated that this bastard was beating around the bush when they needed to save Sam!
"The only question is: why do you need it?"
Dean practically growled, "So we can shut your pie-hole!"
If Bobby's hands hadn't been pinned by a body-guard demon, he would have smacked the young man upside the head.
Before Crowley could tell his cronies to kill them, Bobby exclaimed, "We heard that the Colt can kill the Devil!"
Dean stared wide-eyed a Bobby in shock. Yeah, like telling that to a demon was going to help.
Bobby shrugged minutely and shot Dean an apologetic look.
To the hunters' surprised though, Crowley didn't give his men the go-ahead. He peered curiously at Dean and Bobby for a long moment before speaking.
"Alright," he told them, "I'll give you the gun."
Dean's mouth dropped open in shock, "That's it? You're just going to give it to us? No arguing? We're going to kill your king… your creator!"
Crowley grimaced, "I think I can handle these gents alone, thank you very much."
Dean rubbed absent-mindedly at his wrists when the demon holding him let go and the two possessed men left the office, closing the door tight after them. Although no longer in the room with them, Dean was sure they were just outside the door. Not that he was really worried about them, Crowley seemed like he could take on both him and Bobby with only little effort.
"What are you playing at?" Bobby asked the demon. Crowley didn't answer immediately; instead he walked over to a cabinet beside the monstrous desk and pulled a crystal decanter of amber liquid and a glass from the shelf. Bobby and Dean waited impatiently while the demon poured himself a drink.
"I am not playing at anything," Crowley told them after gulping down the alcohol, "I, like you, want my kind dead."
"But I thought you guys were all star-struck with him? He's supposed to be like the Beatles to your fan girls," Dean commented. Hearing that a demon hated Lucifer almost as much as he and Sam did was a little bit unnerving.
"I'm not a complete dolt," Crowley growled and poured himself another glass.
"An' how's that?" Bobby asked, crossing his arms over his chest, his finger never leaving the trigger of his gun though.
"Alright," Crowley glanced up at the hunters, "Everyone thinks the Devil's going to make this world ours. They think that he actually cares about them but that's all bollocks."
Dean waited expectantly. It was clear that they'd get the Colt only after Crowley had had his say.
"Lucifer doesn't really care about demons. To him we're nothing more than servants," Crowley explained.
"He isn't called the Great Deceiver for nothing," Crowley gave a raspy chuckle, "And we've been falling for it for centuries!"
Going serious again, Crowley pointed at Dean, "All we demons do is remind him of exactly why he rebelled. He thought humans were tainted and, well, he was right. Even you could see that… you got a taste of Hell, boy."
Dean's expression darkened at the mention of his tour and he took a step towards the demon, Ruby's knife clenched tightly in his fist.
Crowley ignored Dean; he wasn't a threat and continued speaking.
"I want you to kill the Devil before he kills us all," Crowley told the hunters, "I don't fancy being cannon-fodder."
"Alright, then give us the gun," Bobby prompted. He'd had about enough of Crowley's sob story.
The demon set his glass down and moved around to the desk, unlocking one of the drawers and pulled out the familiar old revolver.
Wisely, Crowley handed the weapon over to Bobby.
"I want you to take this to Lucifer and empty it into his face," Crowley told the older hunter as Bobby's fingers curled around the handle.
The demon turned back for his drink and sighed when he felt the muzzle of the Colt against the back of his head.
Dean sneered. So much for Crowley thinking he was so clever.
The oldest Winchester pulled back the hammer and squeezed the trigger.
Click.
Dean stared at the weapon in confusion for a moment before he heard Crowley chuckle.
"Oh, right," the demon said, still with his back to Dean, "You'll need bullets."
Dean lifted the Colt to pistol whip the demon anyway but Bobby caught his arm, "It ain't worth it."
The younger man glared daggers at his friend but nodded. He didn't have time to get into a pissing contest with a demon.
Crowley handed Bobby the remaining bullets, secure in their make-shift container- an old cigar box- and saluted the man.
With the Colt in their possession, all Dean wanted to do was get the hell away from Crowley and rescue his brother.
The demon walked past the two hunters and opened the door. His body-guards peered in curiously at them but Crowley waved them away.
Despite the fact that the black-clothed demon apparently wanted Lucifer dead as much as he did, Dean felt his muscles tense for an attack, Ruby's knife gripped ready in his hand.
The two hunters were not intercepted though, as they left Crowley's mansion and Dean actually chuckled as they stepped onto the wide cobblestone walkway.
"What's go you in such a cheery mood?" Bobby asked his friend, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"Who'd imagine we'd get help killing the Devil from a demon?" Dean commented, a slight smile curving his lips.
Bobby, who had no answer, could only shrug and simply muttered, "Strange times, boy, strange times."
Both men halted in their progress when they heard the familiar flutter of wings and Castiel appeared in front of them, "Do you have the Colt?"
"Yup," Bobby answered and Dean showed the angel the weapon.
"Good," Cas praised emotionlessly, "We must make haste."
Before Dean could make a rude comment about the angel's manner of speaking, Cas placed his hands on the two hunters' foreheads and the three of them disappeared from the courtyard.
W
A dry, harsh wind whipped at Dean's jacket and hair as he stood in the middle of a field with Bobby and Cas, staring at the lonely-looking old farmhouse.
The eldest Winchester frowned at the sight of the deserted homestead.
"Something tells me that ain't no Little House On The Prairie," Bobby commented humourlessly and Dean nodded.
"Are you sure Sam's there?" he asked Cas. If this was another of the angel's detours…
"Yes Dean. I can sense the demons very strongly," the angel answered.
"How're we gonna do this? I doubt we can go in guns blazing," Bobby said, rubbing at his beard thoughtfully.
Castiel looked appreciatively at the old hunter, "That is what we should do… though not exactly in the same sense."
Dean stared at the angel.
"We cannot simply walk up to the door and ask Lucifer to hand Sam over," Cas said and Bobby raised an eyebrow.
"The house is not warded against angels-" Cas continued before he was interrupted.
"Makes sense," Dean growled impatiently.
"-Entering but it was hidden from view. Lucifer knew that his siblings would be searching for him," Cas finished as if the young man had not interjected.
"That's great," Bobby said, "But why's that important now?"
"I can transport us directly into the house, as close to Sam as possible," Cas actually smiled.
Dean liked that idea. He had been fretting over the thought that he might have to fight his way through hordes of demons to get to his brother.
"This does not make the task any easier, Dean," the angel warned, seeming to read Dean's thoughts, "Although we will most certainly surprise the enemy, they will surely rally quickly. And do not forget that it is not only demons we must defeat… Lucifer will not give his vessel up without a fight."
Dean lowered his gaze. Right, Lucifer. The hunter shuddered at the thought of the fallen angel.
"If you get a chance," Castiel spoke to Dean now, "Shoot him. Do not hesitate for anything."
"You don't have to tell me, Cas," Dean growled. He stared almost lovingly at the Colt in his hands. He had loaded it as soon as they arrived in the field and the weight of the weapon felt familiar and reassuring.
Dean had given Bobby Ruby's knife to go along with his own iron-loaded gun and with Cas's ability to destroy demons with a touch, the eldest Winchester felt they had a good chance of doing some serious damage.
Kicking ass and taking names, Dean thought to himself and turned expectantly to his angel friend.
"What are we waiting for? Let's get this party started!"
Bobby shook his head at the young man's remark but froze when he felt Cas's fingers press lightly on his brow and the familiar, slightly unpleasant sensation of speeding through time and space engulfed him.
SPN
Do it, a voice hissed in Sam's head. You know you should. Why keep doing this to yourself? You could stop all the pain right now.
"Nuh-no," Sam whimpered out loud and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Who you talking to, Sammy?" Meg's voice taunted but the young man didn't even open his eyes.
Go away, Sam thought desperately, knowing that the demon wouldn't leave.
"I knew you were stubborn but this is getting ridiculous, don't you think?" Meg commented and Sam flinched when she placed a hand on his leg.
"You can't win," the demon continued, "You know you can't. Why don't you just give up this charade already?"
Sam's eyes slid open ever so slightly.
"Are you afraid? Is that it?" Meg asked, "Are you afraid of being possessed?"
Sam didn't answer. He just wanted her to stop talking and leave him alone.
"Do you think it will be like when I possessed you? Hm? Do you remember that? Of course you do," the demon chuckled and twined a finger around her host's dark hair with her free hand.
"I'm sure my father won't make you watch," Meg said softly, "He'll probably just make you sleep and you won't even know what's happening."
Sam shivered. He recalled waking up in that random motel room, covered in blood, with no idea of where he was or what had happened. He remembered how confused he'd been. How frightened.
"Oh come on, Sam!" Meg snapped, "Why don't we cut the crap! Dean's dead and gone! You're all alone! You're here. So why not accept it."
"G-go to Hell," Sam whispered; his voice barely audible but Meg raised an eyebrow.
"Lucifer's not going to let you go, you know? Not for anything," she smirked.
"So, the way I see it," the demon continued, "You can say yes and at least have some sort of peace, or you can hang around here all day while my father thinks of new ways of making you talk."
Sam knew Meg was right. He knew that Lucifer wasn't going to leave him be, even if he never agreed to be his vessel. The fallen angel would probably continue to torture him just out of spite. Maybe he should just give in. At least if he said yes, he wouldn't be in pain anymore. He could just sleep.
What would Dean think? A voice asked Sam.
Dean's not here, Sam thought, he's dead.
A tear slipped down Sam cheek at the thought of his dead brother. Dean would be so disappointed in him.
"I d-don't kn-know what to d-do," Sam whimpered and heard Meg chuckle.
The demon patted Sam's leg before turning to leave, "Don't ask me, Sam. I'm kind of biased."
SPN
Lucifer ran a hand through his host's short blonde hair and frowned when a clump came loose. He hadn't expected his current vessel to start wearing down so quickly. It didn't matter, however, because Sam Winchester was going to give his consent. The young man would not last much longer.
Glancing at the mirror above the kitchen sink, the fallen angel's blue eyes traced the row of dime-sized burns at his hairline and along the left side of his jaw.
He turned at the sound of footsteps and saw Meg close the basement door, shaking her head as she did so.
"What is it, child?" he asked softly.
Meg sighed, "I never thought he'd be so stubborn."
Lucifer stepped up to the demon and cupped her face in his hands, "Do not fret. You said yourself he is already coming undone. Very soon I will have my true vessel."
Meg smiled up at her father. She was incredibly surprised at Sam's determination. Surprised and annoyed. This wasn't how things should be happening. Sam was Lucifer's vessel, he had a role to play, a destiny and he was fucking things up by denying his fate.
"Perhaps I should speak to him," Lucifer said stepped away from Meg.
The demon sighed. Why couldn't Sam just suck it up and give in already? She was tired of waiting, tired of hanging out in this crappy farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. She hated seeing her father's current vessel deteriorate before her eyes. Although it surely didn't hurt the fallen angel per se, he was not as strong as he could be- not as strong as if he had his proper vessel.
SPN
Dean's eyes darted around the small country kitchen, ready for an attack. He snarled at the teenage girl with hot pink hair who approached from the doorway- a smirk on her face- and flung Bobby to one side with one twitch of her hand.
"Cas! Go find Sam!" Dean nearly shouted at the angel standing right beside him and in a flutter of wings the angel disappeared.
"Where's my brother, you bitch?" Dean but Ruby didn't answer.
"Did your pet angel bring you back?" she asked, glancing at the older hunter as Bobby began to pick himself up from the kitchen floor.
"You should know by now that I don't stay dead that easily," Dean commented and Ruby grinned.
"Pity," she said, "You should have seen the look on your brother's face when I killed you. He blubbered like a baby."
"Dean! Kill her!" Bobby grunted as he stood shakily.
"I'd like to see you try out that knife again," Ruby said eagerly, "See if your aim's better this time."
Dean smirked, "It is."
He lifted the Colt and squeezed the trigger. Ruby staggered back, a stunned look on her face as the bullet hit her in the forehead, just over her left eye. There was a crackle and lightning coursed over the demon as bright bluish light spilled from her eyes and mouth. She slumped to the floor and the lightning abruptly stopped as the demon died.
Dean stalked over to Bobby and grabbed his arm.
"Why'd you stand there chatting with her?" Bobby growled angrily but Dean ignored him.
The door to what Dean guessed was the basement opened slowly- the hunter lifted the Colt in case it was another enemy- and sighed in relief when he saw Cas standing at the top of the stairs.
"Sam's down there?" Dean asked cautiously and the angel nodded.
The eldest Winchester pushed his friend out of the way in his haste to reach his brother. The basement was dank and dark. Dean shivered and squinted in the dim light.
"Sam," Dean gasped at the sight of his brother.
Sam was hanging from one of the support beams, his wrists in shackles, and his feet barely brushing the earthen floor.
"Sammy," Dean moved forward slowly and reached out a hand but drew back, afraid that his touch might hurt his brother. Dean gulped; Sam was covered in dried and congealing blood.
Bobby was speechless. Sam looked dead but of course the old hunter didn't say that out loud.
"Cas, we have to get him down!" Dean cried, his voice high-pitched with emotion.
The angel nodded and approached the injured young man. Dean looked at him expectantly but Cas shook his head.
"Let me do it," the angel said, "He'll be too heavy for you."
Dean wrapped his arms around himself and nodded once. He bit his lip as he watched. Cas stepped up to Sam and closed his eyes for a moment. Dean glanced up and saw the shackles unlock from his brother's wrists and Sam slumped bonelessly over Cas' shoulder. Using the fireman's carry, Cas settled Sam gently on the floor and Dean rushed to his side.
Sam's eyes opened slightly and his brother felt his heart break at the fear he saw there.
"It's okay, Sammy," Dean soothed, taking one of his brother's hands in his own- trying to ignore the raw wounds around his brother's wrists- and continued to comfort him.
"D'n?" Sam lifted his head slightly- too weak to do much else- but Dean shushed him, stomach clenching at the blood that trickled from the corner of his brother's mouth.
"Don't try and talk," Dean told him, "We'll get you back home real soon and Cas will patch you up."
"I highly doubt that," a voice caused Dean to jump and Sam flinched visibly.
Whipping around, Dean saw a man standing at the bottom of the stairs. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. As he walked closer to the small group, Dean saw that he had what looked like burns or blisters on his face.
"Lucifer," Cas stated without emotion.
The fallen angel smiled, "It's been too long, Castiel."
"You are not taking Sam Winchester," the angel nearly growled, shocking Dean.
"Are you going to stop me, brother?" the Devil asked with a smirk. Even if he wasn't as strong in this vessel, he power was far superior to Castiel's.
The angel didn't even get to answer when the sound of a gun going off startled everyone in the room. Lucifer didn't stumble back as Ruby had but he glanced down at the fresh bullet wound in his chest. Bobby had the iron-loaded gun pointed at the Devil. He knew it wouldn't kill him but it sure as hell stopped the son of a bitch.
Dean squeezed off two rounds from the Colt and Lucifer fell back against the stone wall. He slid down, his legs crumpled beneath him, motionless.
"C'mon Cas! Get us out of here now!" Dean hissed at his friend and tucked the Colt into his jacket pocket, grabbing hold of Sam's hand again.
The fight had done nothing to ease the younger man's trauma and he trembled in fear, tears slipping down his face.
Dean wanted to say something to comfort his brother but Cas had a job to do. The angel placed one hand on Bobby's brow and then reached out to where Dean's fingers intertwined with Sam's, making sure he had physical contact with both boys he transported all three to Sioux Falls.
SPN
Meg smirked as she saw Ruby's body lying on the kitchen floor.
"Serves you right," she commented as she walked past the pink-haired girl and toward the open basement door.
The demon expected to find Lucifer fuming over losing his vessel but she stopped short when she saw him lying against the wall.
"Father!" Meg gasped and ran to his body. Crouching down, Meg lifted his head carefully.
Was he dead? He couldn't be dead. Not now, not after all the work it had taken to get him here.
Meg gave a strangled cry when she was flung away, landing heavily in the dirt on the other side of the basement.
Lucifer sat up and caught sight of the demon picking herself up from the floor.
"Where are the others?" he asked, brushing his clothes off.
Meg couldn't help but cringe at the sight of the fallen angel. The burns along his hairline had burst and yellowish pus was dribbling down his forehead. The skin had split across one cheek and although it didn't bleed, the bone was visible beneath. A great hunk of hair was missing from the side of his head. Lucifer appeared to notice none of this though. He walked forward.
"Where are the others?" Lucifer repeated, his voice holding a hard edge.
"They're… they're dead," Meg squeaked out, "That angel killed them."
When the fallen angel didn't respond, the demon's eyebrows furrowed, "Father… we failed; Sam Winchester escaped-"
Meg stopped mid-sentence when Lucifer sent her a glare.
"We did nothing," he said in a deadly whisper, "You failed. Ruby and the others failed me."
Meg took a step backwards nervously, "I'm sorry, Father. It will not happen again."
Lucifer narrowed his eyes, "I hope that you do not prove to be as weak as they were, Meg."
Meg shook her head frantically, "I won't. I promise."
The Devil smiled and even to the demon it was terrifying. She gulped and tried to gather her thoughts, preparing herself to ask her next question.
"I mean no disrespect, Father," Meg began carefully, wondering if she could evacuate her host body fast enough if she needed to, "But how are we going to get Sam Winchester back? His brother and that angel will be watching him like hawks now."
Lucifer shook his head, "I have a feeling that Samuel will come looking for us. We must be patient though; these things take time."
Meg raised an eyebrow. She didn't think the hunter would actively go looking to be possessed by the fallen angel- especially since he had already displayed just how stubborn he could be- but she knew better to question her father.
"Come child," Lucifer held out a hand to her, "We no longer have any need of this place."
Meg dutifully took the fallen angel's offered hand and smiled. If her father was so willing to wait a little bit longer to procure his true vessel than perhaps this was his plan all along. Although Meg wished he would tell her what he had in mind, she trusted the Devil's judgment and would obey him. If Lucifer though Sam would eventually come to him, all she had to do was wait for that day with a big grin on her face.
She only hoped that she'd get to see the look on Dean's face when his brother said the big yes.
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