14. Lose Yourself

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Crowley walked down the hall, livid. He tore off the apron he wore to cover his precious suit and tossed it on the floor.

Things weren't going according to plan. The monsters weren't talking, and all the questioning and torturing was starting to bore him, which was unusual. He walked inside his office and slammed the door shut, then poured himself some Craig and leaned on the desk, sighing. He downed his drink and took out the infamous knife. The blade shimmered in the light, and the demon smiled to himself. He hadn't used it as of late. After all, Christine had been doing everything he said, so he had decided to cut her some slack, at least for the moment.

He stared at the blade, and thought of all the possibilities it held. He could make her do whatever he wanted… tempting, but not enough. He couldn't afford to get distracted, with the demons downstairs preparing a revolt and everything else.

Most of the demons were still loyal to Lucifer, and he just couldn't understand why. Couldn't they see just how wrong the devil was? Besides, he despised them, and would kill them all, if he were ever to reign again.

Faith fanatics, that's what they were. He's our father, he created us, and blah blah blah. He created them, granted, but only to use them. He didn't care for them in any way, he wasn't the loving father they thought he was.

He was just a cold, manipulative and bloody charming, son of a bitch.

The thought of going down under to check the state of things crossed Crowley's mind, but he was too much of a coward to go through with that. If they wished to rebel, then so be it. He was gonna take care of it when, and if, something actually happened.

He stared down at the knife again, and wondered what Christine saw, and felt, when he had used it on her. He knew that the knife was made to awaken Christine's true, evil, power, but for that to happen a specific ritual had to be performed. He was just toying around with it, instead, testing it. Basically, he had sent brief shots of power her way, just to tease her, to drive her out of her mind, but he couldn't control what she saw or felt, or did, while under the influence of the knife. Lucifer, being permanently linked to the blade, controlled those things, he assumed. So what did she see?

For a split second he wondered if she saw him, but immediately dismissed the thought, cursing at himself for even wishing such a thing. It had been years. And he had never been involved with her.

No feelings. None whatsoever.

"Sir?" a demon called, opening the door, and Crowley snapped back to reality.

"What?" he snorted.

"Uh, I don't… well, ok, hum… something's happening," the demon stuttered.

"What is happening, and where?"

"In—in hell, sir," the demon whispered, looking terrified.

"Bollocks…"

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"I'm assuming you didn't come up with a plan while we were gone, then," Dean said, raising a brow. Christine smiled awkwardly and shrugged, while Gabriel grinned smugly.

"Plan? What plan?" Sam asked, getting out of the bathroom.

"There is no plan, apparently," Dean snorted, and shot Gabriel an annoyed look. The angel chuckled, then took a lollipop out of his pocket and unwrapped it.

"So what do we do?" Sam sighed.

"Do you even want it back?" Christine asked him.

"Of course he does," Dean interjected before Sam could open his mouth.

"I didn't ask—" she stopped mid-sentence and cringed, holding her head in her hands. There was a loud drumming in her head, it felt like it would explode any second.

"Christine?" Gabriel asked, worried. He put a hand on her chin and lifter her head up so he could look at her. Christine complained about the pain and shut her eyes tight, trying to make it go away.

"Guys, get outta here," Gabriel commanded, and the Winchesters didn't need to be told twice. They closed the door behind them, and the angel turned back to Christine. "What's happening, babe?"

"My head…" she whispered. Gabriel pulled her in his arms, and tried to calm her down. The pounding in her head suddenly stopped, and she fainted in Gabriel's arms. Another vision, he thought. Awesome.

Distant screams echoed in the dark empty room she was standing in. There was an open door in front of her, and looking out of it, she could only she high orange flames. Everywhere.

"It's gonna happen," a deep voice behind her said.

Christine spun around and saw Lucifer, only he wasn't wearing his vessel this time. It was him. Christine froze, completely awestruck. She remembered catching a glimpse of him back in Detroit, but her memories didn't do him justice, apparently. He was… he was just perfect. The most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, there were no words to describe him. Lucifer's deep blue eyes lingered on hers, and she tilted her head to the side, almost incredulous. How could he be so bloody gorgeous?

She had heard what he said, but the sound of his velvet voice was too distracting, and her brain didn't register his words properly. She felt the need to touch him, almost like she wanted to make sure that such a beautiful thing really existed, so she reached out a hand and placed it on his cheek, her eyes still glued to his. His skin was even colder than hers, it that was even possible, and touching it sent shivers down her spine.

The devil knitted his brows. "Aren't you scared?"

She shook her head imperceptibly. How could she be scared? Lucifer's features relaxed into a crooked smile.

"You're so cold," she said.

"I know," he replied sadly, and took her hand away from his face. The gesture brought Christine back to reality all of a sudden, and her eyes widened. What the hell was she doing?

"What's gonna happen?" she asked, trying to regain her composure.

"What is bound to happen. You can't stop it… It's meant to be," the devil explained, and gently caressed her cheek, sliding his hand down to her neck, and moving closer to her. His touch made her shudder, and she took a deep, unnecessary, breath, in an effort to keep it together.

"Don't fight this, Christine," he sweetly whispered in her ear. She couldn't look away from his eyes, and felt terribly helpless. Lucifer slowly closed the remaining distance between them, and his lips brushed against hers. Christine's eyes widened again, and she tried to push him away, but found she couldn't. Her hand rested on his chest, almost clinging to it.

"It's gonna be okay," he whispered against her lips, smiling. Then, he finally kissed her. It was the kind of kiss that would have knocked the air right out of Christine's lungs, had there been air to knock out. The kiss was so hot, and yet so frozen… Christine kissed him back with more passion than she intended, and the devil slowly lowered his hands to her hips, pulling her closer with a sudden movement. Christine was completely lost, it was a good thing that she didn't need to breathe, because she couldn't even remember how to do that. She couldn't remember her name.

She couldn't remember Gabriel.

The devil pushed her away and smiled. "I'll see you soon, Christine."

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That took forever to write, and I don't even know why. I'm exhausted ):

But seriously people, whatever happened to reviews? I feel like i'm writing for myself D:

I still love you all, though :D

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