Supernatural High - Chapter 14

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Chapter 14

"Ugh, you're not even into it," Meg growled, shoving Lucifer off her. They were lying in the back seat of some car Meg had stolen a while back. Meg sat up, smoothed her hair, and pulled down her skirt again. Lucifer sighed and began the complex process of putting his jeans back on inside the cramped backseat of a Riviera. When he was fully clothed again, Lucifer rubbed the back of his neck. Okay, so he had been a little . . . distracted while he was with Meg, but who could blame him? Gabriel was seeing a human of all things! And then there was little Castiel – also hopelessly in love with a Winchester. So what if he hadn't been giving Meg his full attention while they were having sex? Maybe she should have been more interesting!

Lucifer straightened his shirt and sighed. Sometimes, it seemed that Meg was just too demanding for his liking. Didn't she understand that he was having issues of his own?

Meg pulled her shirt over her head. "What is it with you, anyway?" she asked, pulling it down over her chest and torso. She sounded a bit pissed. "I was lying there begging you for it, and you couldn't even - you know what, never mind." Without warning, she threw open the car door and stumbled out into the parking lot.

The archangel groaned and followed her. "Meg," he said tiredly. He wasn't in the mood to make her feel special right now. "I'm just really distracted, okay?"

"So distracted that you can't even fuck me?" Meg shot back hotly. Lucifer had to admit that she did look sexy as hell when she was angry.

"I'm worried about my brothers, okay?" he muttered. "Look, I don't want to talk about it. I better be getting home anyway before Michael throws a fit and tries to restart the apocalypse."

As he turned to leave, he felt Meg's hand curl around his bicep. She shoved him against the side of the station wagon with such force that the car nearly tipped over. Lucifer had to admit: he was paying attention to her now. "You aren't going anywhere," she purred. "Not until we have a chat."

"A chat?" he queried mischievously. "I was hoping for something else."

"I bet you were," Meg murmured, her hands now running down his chest. "I know you like it rough, Luci."

"Don't call me that," the angel growled.

"Luci-baby," Meg trilled. "C'mon . . . I'm right here." She opened the car door behind him and roughly shoved him inside. She climbed in on top of him, slamming the door in her wake. "I want you."

Lucifer groaned. "Dammit, Meg," he hissed.

But it was too late. Meg had the upper hand, and before he knew it, he was helpless to her charm. "I wanna know what's going on with you. What is bothering you?"

Lucifer let out a hollow laugh. "Oh, look at that. A demon that cares. How funny."

"Shut up, dick," she muttered harshly. "I'm trying to help, you ass."

"You can't help!" Lucifer shot back. "There is absolutely nothing you could do."

"Oh really? You know what, I disagree with that."

"Of course you do."

"You know why?"

"Enlighten me, sweetheart."

"Because I've got you like putty in my hands," Meg purred. She pulled his shirt over his head and ran her icy fingers down his chest. The archangel shivered. Damn, that felt good. "And I can make you scream if I want to."

"I . . ." Lucifer whispered, his voice sounding breathy and labored now. Her hands had just reached his waist and had begun to undo the buttons on his jeans. "I hardly see how this helps."

"Don't worry, Luci-baby. I'm gonna make you feel real good and then you can tell me about all your problems. But I won't do anything unless you promise to tell me everything."

Lucifer was panting now. He had no choice. He needed her. Badly. "Yeah, sure. Whatever. Now take your fucking clothes off."

"Where've you been?" Balthazar inquired as Lucifer returned to Heaven.

The older angel gave his little brother a fearsome glare. "None of your business," he growled.

Balthazar winced humorously. "Ooh, did your demon give you something?"

Lucifer just let out a low hiss and stalked past him. "Gabriel! Castiel!" he shouted. "I need to talk to you." After his . . . "fun" with Meg, he'd told her everything, as he'd agreed. And, to his surprise, Meg actually had a few good ideas. One of them being an intervention. At first, Lucifer had laughed but then he realized: it was just crazy enough that it might actually work.

"It won't do any good," Balthazar muttered. "They're out."

"Out? What do you mean 'out'?" Lucifer snapped, whipping around to face him.

Balthazar raised up his hands defensively. "Hey, I dunno, bro. All I know is that Cas left first – said he was gonna go meet someone. And then Gabriel came by about a half hour later – about twenty minutes or so before you got here – and said he was going out too. He didn't tell me where or why."

Lucifer gritted his teeth. "Fine. GABRIEL. CASTIEL. THIS IS LUCIFER. GET YOUR FEATHERY ASSES HOME RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME, I WILL GET MICHAEL TO HELP ME LOCK YOU IN THE CAGE!" he roared.

Balthazar shrunk away from the archangel, and proceeded to make himself scarce. Moments later, Gabriel and Cas materialized in front of their older brother. They both looked very embarrassed as if they'd been caught red-handed. Maybe they were visiting their humans! Lucifer thought angrily.

The archangel snapped his fingers and two chairs appeared behind his younger brothers. "Sit."

Gabriel and Castiel immediately obliged. They sat there, looking very guilty. Cas had interlocked his fingers and had them resting in his lap. He refused to meet Lucifer's gaze. Gabriel was leaning back, his arms folded across his chest. Lucifer knew that he was trying to put on a bold façade, but he could see the fear in his little brother's eyes.

"Okay, thank you for coming," Lucifer said, looking between the two of them. "So glad to have you here. Please turn all your electronic devices off, and absolutely no texting your human boyfriends for class is now in session. Little brothers, Satan is going to teach you all about love."

Gabriel was smirking now, struggling to hold in a laugh that was threatening to break loose. "This is gonna be good," he whispered to Cas.

"Are you going to teach us . . . how to make people love us?" little Castiel asked, blinking innocently at his older brother.

Lucifer shook his head. "No. I'm going to teach you about the horrendous Homo sapien and why they are awful creature to fall in love with."

Now, both Cas and Gabriel had gone completely silent.

Lucifer saw that as his cue to continue. "Now, Father made humans in his own image, supposedly. So, it is completely natural that we feel . . . attracted to them."

"You never did," Gabriel pointed out. "You hated their asses."

"Well . . . yes," Lucifer allowed. "But I did not let them taint me. I knew what they really were – broken, flawed monsters full of hatred, rage, failure, and sadness. That is all they are, brothers. That is all they are. But I know why most angels like them – why they watch over them. They are Father's last creation. They are Father's 'masterpiece', as he unjustly dubbed them. Gabriel, you are in love with Samuel Winchester – son of Mary and John Winchester. And Castiel, you are in love with Dean Winchester – son of Mary and John Winchester, and older brother to Samuel Winchester. What it is about these two humans in particular – how they've managed to ensnare the hearts of my two favorite brothers, I will never know. But I know that this . . . bond must be broken."

"Says you," Gabriel snapped. "Lucifer, I may be younger than you, but I've been around since dirt. I know what humans are like – I've been around them a hell of a lot more than you have. And I know how beautiful and wonderful they can be, and I am not ashamed to say that I am in love with a human. I am not afraid to shout to the world that I am in love with Sam Winchester."

Lucifer shook his head. He wasn't going to give up that easily. "You say you know humans, Gabriel. Do you know how many relationships humans have? How many hearts they break? How many times they take a mate and then throw them away for someone else? Do you think that they value true love and affection? Do you think that they care about anything more than sex or physical interaction?"

Gabriel did not respond to that.

"What about you, Castiel? You know about Dean's reputation – I'm sure you've heard of it. All the girls he's fucked. All the sluts he's been through – how little they mattered to him. You think you're better than them? You think you mean more to him than they did? How long before he gets tired of toying with you? How long until he gets bored with you? How long before he leaves your sorry ass?!"

"Lucifer, that's enough!" Gabriel shouted, jumping to his feet.

It was then that the archangel noticed the tears in Castiel's eyes. He took a step back and Gabriel worked to comfort the younger angel. "What is your problem, Luci?" Gabriel snarled. "Why can't you accept the fact that we love humans? Why can't you just live with it? It's not like we're hurting anyone! All we want to do is be happy – and being with Sam and Dean . . . that makes us happier than any angel ever could."

Lucifer glowered at them. Why did they have to be so adamant? Why did they have to be so difficult? Didn't they see that he was trying to help them? That he was trying to save them from unnecessary heartbreak? "Whatever," he grumbled, painfully letting the topic rest. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

A/N: Thanks for reading!

And yeah, Luci is going to be a bit of a judgmental dick for a while. He does hate humans, so it's gonna take a while before he accepts the wishes of his brothers.

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