May 31, 2015

"ARE YOU JOKING?" I yelped. "YOU THINK I WANT TO HELP YOU SEE LUCIFER, MUCH LESS SEE HIM MYSELF?"

"There may be a way," Crowley interrupted. This only angered me more.

I was the one throwing a fit this time, and Clifton looked embarrassed to be around me. "Uncle Sam?" He spoke.

"Yeah, Cliff? What's up?" He looked down at the amber eyed toddler.

"Lucifer is Ma's dad?" My son asked.

"Technically, yes." His uncle answered.

"He's bad."

"Yeah, Cliff. He's bad, but he might be able to tell us how to stop the Darkness."

"Stop Amara?" Cliffy realized, while I was screaming at Dean and Crowley.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"She's bad too," Cliffy shuddered.

Crowley had his demons capture Rowena. She kept looking at me funny sometimes but I didn't know why. She had the Book of the Damned, which held a way to get into Lucifer's cage safely, and ward whoever went inside.

That whoever being Sam, wanting to be escorted by yours truly.

"I want to meet him," Clifton remarked.

"No!" We all yelled, Crowley included, which slightly surprised me.

"Lucifer?" Rowena choked. "The original dark prince?"

I tremble. I know this is a bad idea.

Before I know it, we actually go to Hell. The place where I was born. The place I was trapped for ten years Hell time... with Lucifer.

Now I have to see him again. He'd better have answers.

Basically, we constructed a mock of the actual cage. Rowena painted some warding all around, slapped down holy oil around the entire mock cage, when I spoke, "Rowena I've got a confession to make."

"What is it darling?" Rowena wondered.

"Crowley is not my real father," I blurted. "Lucifer is."

Crowley looked away while Rowena was nearly hysterical. "What? Are you serious?"

"It was fun while it lasted, Grandma." I spat.

After a painful stare, Rowena recites a spell, does witch-y stuff, and through a burst of flames all around the mock cage... Father appears inside of it.

His eyes are a demonic red. Scarier than red eyed demons. Scarier than when Damon had those eyes from indulging demon blood. He slowly walks across from the back of the cage to the front, leaning in on the bars.

I can't move.

I can't breathe.

I can't live.

Lucifer scares me more than anything. More than Diablo. More than Amara. More than Metatron. More than Dick Roman. More than Raphael. More than Eve.

Father was the first enemy. He is the most terrifying enemy.

"My old friend Crowley," he spoke so darkly. "What do you want of me?"

Crowley barely turns his head towards us. Sam can't look Father in the eye. Neither can I.

Clifton, however, can.

"HI!"

Lucifer frowns down at the four year old. "Who is this?"

"He's my son," I murmured.

Father gleams. "Hello Lynn. Believe it or not, I'm happy to see you."

"I'm Clifton," my son interrupted. "Clifton Castiel Winchester!"

Lucifer's blue eyes blink. "Interesting name." He admitted. I instinctively place my hands over my stomach. "You're going to be popping them out faster than I made my own." Father let out a laugh.

Crowley rolled his eyes as Lucifer asked. "How is Damon?"

I thought of something that would bother him. "He was with Megan."

Lucifer tilted his head. "Megan? The demon?"

"No. The Chosen One." I corrected.

His face fell. "You're joking."

"She's dead." I added.

Now he let out a real laugh. "She had too much fire inside her."

That struck me funny while Sam cleared his throat. "Sammy!" Lucifer cheered, smiling childishly. "Hug it out?"

As they started talking, I overheard Rowena say, "He's so alpha material... I bet he isn't relationship material."

I winced and elbowed Crowley. "Is she... is she-?"

"Yes, and I wish she'd stop." Crowley muttered.

"You're aware of the Darkness?" Sam questioned.

Father grimaced. "Yikes."

Cliffy climbs up onto the table Rowena used to do her spell, sits comfortably and smiles happily. I walk down from Crowley and Rowena to stand by the table next to my son.

"Son?" I spoke.

"Yeah?"

"You are not. I repeat. NOT. To tell Adena and Serafina that this happened."

"Why?"

"Because I damn well said so."

"Okay Ma."

"In fact, don't tell anyone this happened."

"Okay Ma."

Lucifer is in disbelief that God sent visions to Sam to seek him out for help against the Darkness. Well, rather amused actually. Everyone knows there's only one way he can help. Possess Sam. Go topside. Assuming he doesn't have his own agendas, which I'm sure he does.

When Sam simply says, "No." Lucifer frowns and looks down. I watch as the holy fire fizzes down to nothing, and the warding disappears.

Father looks at me before it gets too dark. "You be safe." He said before Rowena grabbed my arm.

"Come with me." She ordered. I follow her in confusion while a confused Clifton finds his way into Crowley's arms and we all escape.

"Where's Sam?" I asked. "Sam? SAM!"

"Uncle Sam!" I heard Clifton cry as we escape Hell. When we were topside ourselves, I took my son and fled in terror. I zapped us to the Bunker, where Cliffy threw himself to the floor and start a temper tantrum, calling out his uncle's name. I paced around the library fearfully while I let him vent. Several minutes later he walks over to me, eyes red and devastated.

"We'll get him out," I tell him. "I promise."

"Get who out?"

I look up to see Dean appear, entering the library. "Uh..." I hesitated, just as his phone rang - Crowley, telling him exactly what I was going to say. After a brief look of horror slash anger befell him, we went with him to execute a plan to get Sammy out.

Step one: Meet up with a Reaper named Billie. She handed Dean a very old, dusty and ancient looking box.

Step two: Billie opens up a door with warding over it. "Is that...?" Dean realized.

I stiffened slightly as Cliffy held my hand. "Home sweet home. Again."

Step three: Proceed down the stairs into Hell.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to bring Clifton to Hell?" Dean asked.

"You know he'll throw a fit if I told him no." I argued.

"Save Uncle Sam," my son spoke.

Step four: Come across Crowley. He opens Dean's box to pull out a contraption. "A witch catcher," he informed. "Very hard to find, luckily Billie pulled through."

Step five: Use the witch catcher on Rowena. It latched around her neck and she quickly became Crowley's slave. Literally.

Step six: Rowena casts a spell to get us into the mock cage, and send Father back into his real cage. I told my son he was to stay with Crowley and Rowena until we came back - with Sam.

Before that last step happens, Castiel makes a magical appearance, bearing his chest for us to see; Amara carved a message into his skin.

I AM COMING

Clifton started freaking out so I had to stay behind to calm him down while Cas went in my place to help get Sam out. While Rowena was readying the spell to get everyone out of the mock cage, all I heard was fighting. Father is probably kicking their asses.

"I'm kidding," I remarked to Cliffy, who was obviously reading my thoughts.

"No you're not," he scoffed. I simply shake my head as we nervously wait.

As Rowena finished the spell (finally) we barely saw a bright white flash from out where the mock cage was. We waited momentarily in silence - until Cas, Dean and Sam all returned to us. "Yeah!" Clifton cheered, running over to hug Sam's leg.

I looked at Dean since he would understand the most. "I never have to see him again, right?"

"I'd bet on yeah," Dean grinned.

I sighed in relief and placed my palms over my stomach. "Back to square one. Amara."

"And her side bitch, Emma," Dean reminded me. "We still have to figure out how to deal with her too."

"This has been bloody awful," Crowley admitted. "All of you get the hell out of Hell."

"With pleasure," I said with glee. I link my arm with Castiel's as we all make our way to those stairs from before. Clifton was climbing the stairs on all fours, making us all laugh. When we made it topside, and then actually outside, we began to part ways. My brothers took off in the Impala, per normal. I pulled away from Cas. "You gonna be okay?"

"Yes," he said with a half smile, which slightly struck me odd but I shook it off. I took my son and was ready to zap us home.

"Bye Cas!" Cliffy waved.

Cas nodded at us. "Goodbye."

When we finally made it home, I was surprised to see my sixteen year old cousins sat on the living room floor with Juliet, playing some kind of card game.

"Hello," I greeted casually.

"Hey Lynn!" Mindy waved.

"What's up, Professor X?" Danny said to Cliffy, who just looked utterly confused.

"Profess' X?" He tried to repeat.

"Yeah, from X-Men?" Danny clarified. "He can read minds like you can!"

"Cool!" Cliffy exclaimed. "Where is he?"

"He's in movies," Danny informed. "We'll have to watch them with you sometime!"

"Yeah!" My son looks at me. "Ma, can I watch X-Men?"

"Sure," I shrugged. "I'm going to make tacos. Who's in?"

"ME!" Came four responses at once. I grinned, striding into the kitchen, trying to shake off what just happened earlier. The overwhelming pain of losing Murdock suddenly hit me. I grab the edge of the counter top and fight the tears threatening to spawn. He's not here anymore. He's not here to eat my stupid tacos, or ask for clam chowder instead.

I sighed heavily, digging through the freezer to get the meat out.

"Hey, Lynn?" Mindy called out.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Can Juliet go with us on a secret mission?"

"A secret mission?" I repeated.

"...yeah..."

"That's not shady at all," I remarked, loafing for my Calphalon brand frying pan to cook the meat in.

"Please, Mom?" Juliet begged me.

I rolled my eyes even though they couldn't see. "Sure, I guess, but you know I'll find out what happens after from Cliffy, right?"

"We know." Danny and Mindy laughed together as they made the first X-Men movie from 2000 appear with a snap of a finger.

Damn kids.

Bonnybridge, Scotland

The twenty year old young man scrambled around the small home, wanting everything to be perfectly clean before mo-

"You are Murdock?"

The dark haired man with glasses stopped, tripping onto the floor. As he got himself up, he looked at the stranger who stood before him. He was about an inch shorter, with blue eyes and wearing a trenchcoat.

"Yes, I am Murdock." He replied nervously.

"Do you know who I am?" The trenchcoat man asked next.

"No." The so called Murdock answered.

The strange man poked Murdock's forehead and he gasped as visions and thoughts and memories flooded his mind. He looked at the stranger in pure shock. He was nowhere near a stranger.

"Cas!"

He shook his head. "They all think you're dead."

Murdock appeared horrified. "Lynn-! Is she okay?! Did she have our baby?"

Cas widened his eyes. "That baby is yours?"

"Yeah, did-did you forget? Are you okay?" Murdock wondered.

Cas smirked and poked Murdock once more, taking away his newly returned memories. "Now I see why she took them from you." He spoke.

"Pardon?" The newly confused Murdock asked.

"I am Lucifer," he properly introduced. "Rowena is gone, boy, You'll be doing my bidding now. Let's get to it."