Raising Angels 101
Chapter 12
Lucifer quickly learned that Dean did not like him anywhere near the nest or his Mother, the older Hunter would glare darkly at him, fingers twitching as though he'd want hurt him. A thought that made the Morning Star weary when Dean was near, his siblings on the other hand were glad he was now living with them. The young Angel found himself being pulled into games of all kinds, and at night when Dean would finally go to bed, Lucifer would crawl into the nest with the rest of his siblings, curl up against Michael's warm body and sleep.
He always made sure he was awake and away from the nest before Dean woke up, the Angel didn't want to see the man's reaction should he wake up and find Lucifer in the nest.
His Mother was a different story all together.
It seemed like his Mother wanted to be near him, and more than once he heard him scowl Dean for his behavior toward the young Archangel (which just made Dean more mad at him), but something was stopping his Mother, something none of them could see….well Lucifer thought he couldn't see. Sometimes, when he would follow his Mother's dazed gaze he would see this shadow that he wasn't sure if it was real or not. Regardless, Lucifer felt he couldn't be as close to his Mother like his siblings and found himself feeling jealous because if it.
"Uriel, stop pulling your sister's wings!" Sam scowled from the kitchen.
Lucifer looked up from the book he was reading (Treasure Island, a gift from his Mother, his grace still felt as warm as the day his mother came home and presented it to him, even better his Mother hadn't been sick the whole day!) and looked over at the nest where Anna and Uriel had been talking about whether or not the egg would hatch a boy or a girl, apparently it got slightly out of hand. Uriel huffed, but let go of the dark brown wings, his own wings twitching in annoyance.
"Mama, Zachie hit me again" Raphael tattled from Dean's bed where he and his brother were playing in.
"Zachariah, what did I say about hitting? You want me to ground you?"
"Sorry" Zachariah apologized.
"I wasn't the one you hit" Sam said, then watched as the Angel apologized to his brother.
"Why won't the bloody thing sink already?" Balthazar grumbled, as he, Joshua, and Gabriel watched the Titanic, "who cares about Jack and Rose!"
Sam chuckled before turning to Michael, who was helping make dinner, the Angel was carefully cutting up the vegetables, and Sam wondered how he was going to get the six Angels to eat them this time, the "help you grow to be as tall as me" could only work so many times. He was just glad Michael and Lucifer had no problems eating their vegetables, at the thought of the second oldest Archangel's name Sam's eyes locked onto him.
The Angel had made himself comfortable in his bed once Dean had left, (Sam had kicked his brother out the room, tired of seeing his brother switch between giving Lucifer the evil eye and Sam the worried glances, Sam also knew the only thing that had stopped his brother from protesting too much was that Sam promised to call down Joshua), opened his book and began reading, it reminding Sam of himself as a teen when he discovered the joys of getting lost in a good book however rare it was back then.
"Mother"
Sam looked away and at Michael, the Angel had finished cutting up the vegetables and was now shifting nervously on his feet.
"Yes?"
"Why….why does Uncle Dean hate Lucy?" Michael asked.
Sam sighed, he had expected much, and he did wondered when one of the Angels would mention Dean's open hostility toward their brother.
"Your brother….remains Dean of someone he use to know" Sam then answered carefully.
"Was it a bad person?"
The eldest Angel wondered how bad this person had to be to make his Uncle's face look so scary, and why the person had to have his little brother's face, his brother who wouldn't hurt anyone.
"Yes" Sam said, eyes glancing at the bigger Lucifer twirling a kitchen knife.
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"Another one, this time leave the bottle"
Matt the bar tender glanced at the man who demanded another shot of whisky along with the bottle, he debated with himself on whether or not to follow through with that request, after all the man had been in here since the bar had opened in the late afternoon, and it was going on near mid-night.
"Don't you think you've had enough for tonight?" Matt tried.
All he got was a glare. With a sigh Matt poured another shot and left the bottle. Around three in the morning Dean grumbled as he struggled to get up the stairs, he finally made it up the stairs and swayed down the hall to his room, he stopped when he noticed a tall figure in front of the room door.
"Sammy?" he slurred.
His brother didn't even twitch, and it took Dean a moment to realized that his brother talking to air.
"Sammy" he said again, stumbling closer, stopping when their room door opened.
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Lucifer had watched his mother leave the room, he had tried to go back to sleep, but his eyes kept going back to the closed door. After five minutes, the Angel crawled out of the nest and followed his Mother outside.
"Stop it" he heard his mother hiss.
"Mother?"
"You're not real!"
Lucifer moved closer, his Mother looking at something in front of him, following his gaze the Angel saw nothing….no that wasn't true, narrowing his eyes Lucifer focused on the spot his mother was talking to, at first he saw nothing but a shadow, then that shadow took shape and he gasp.
It was an Angel!
Though one he didn't know, and yet his presence felt familiar, not like his siblings, it was…darker.
"Sammy, Sammy" tutted the Angel, moving closer, causing his Mother to flinch and give a little whimper.
Lucifer frowned and his grace glowed in anger, this person was scaring his Mother! Quickly the young Morning Star put himself between the Angel and his mother.
"Stay away!"
Both his Mother and Angel blinked, and looked down at the Angel.
"What?" His Mother said.
"You stay away from my Mother!" Lucifer glared at the Angel, who stared at him in surprise.
"This is…odd" said the Angel, then moved closer.
"I said go away! You leave my Mother alone!"
There was a bright flash of light, when it was gone…so was the Angel.