Chapter 20 – Killing The Devil

The trio crept silently through the tree line, keeping hidden. As they looked into the clearing, Krysta gasped softly. "What the hell?" she asked, her voice hushed.

Lucifer stood on top of a small hill, using a shovel to dig, although they didn't know what exactly he was digging for. Standing around him, and a small bonfire, was a large group of men. Krysta thought they looked strangely familiar…

"Well, I guess we know what happened to some of the townspeople," murmured Dean. Krysta's mouth formed a small "o" as she recognized them from the "missing persons" posters.

"Okay," said Sam, his voice shaking.

"Okay," Dean repeated quickly.

"Oh God," croaked Krysta. She was nervous as hell, but she was trying hard not to show it. What if this didn't work? She didn't want to think about that. For now, Krysta decided to focus on being the smart-ass with a "bring it on" attitude she normally was.

Sam looked at his two companions briefly before whispering, "Last words?"

Stifling a quiet laugh, Krysta looked up at Sam humorously. "Thank you, Mr. Pessimistic, but I think I'll pass. Dean?" She turned to him, a sly grin on her face.

Matching her smile, Dean gave his brother a sideways glance. "I'm good."

"Yeah, me too," Sam agreed quickly, Krysta rolling her eyes in response to his attempted nonchalance.

Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam before brushing it off. "Here goes nothing," he stated before himself and Krysta started walking in opposite directions—each moving to where they would wait.

From where she hid, behind a large oak tree, Krysta could see Sam march into the clearing towards the devil, anger and determination written all over his face.

"Hey!" he shouted as he made his way through the mass of men. He cocked his shotgun. "You wanted to see me?" he growled.

Lucifer placed his shovel down and brushed the dirt off his hands as he sauntered over to his vessel. "Oh, Sam, you don't need that gun here," he said, pointing to it and smiling. "You know I'd never hurt you. Not really."

A grin crept onto Krysta's face. Lucifer's attention was all on Sam, just like they'd planned. He hadn't noticed as Dean snuck up to him and pointed the barrel of the Colt at his temple.

"Yeah?" Dean asked bringing the devil's attention to him. The smile on Lucifer's face immediately fell and he turned to face him. "Well, I'd hurt you," Dean stated angrily, "so suck it!" He fired the Colt and the devil fell to his side on the ground, a giant hole gaping right in the middle of his forehead.

The Winchesters and Krysta stared at his body for a moment before turning to each other. They smiled and let out short, breathless laughs.

'I can't believe that actually worked…' Krysta marveled.

Suddenly, the fallen angel gasped and his eyes flew open. He rolled over onto his back and groaned. "Ow…"

'Or not…' Krysta cursed internally. 'Dammit, dammit, dammit! Why couldn't one freaking thing go their way today?'

Lucifer grimaced as he stood up. He pointed to the Colt accusingly. "Where did you get that?" he asked, his voice almost a whine.

Without waiting for a reply, Lucifer back-handed Dean against a tree several yards away. He fell to the ground and didn't move.

It took all of Krysta's willpower to restrain herself from running out into the clearing—whether to help Dean or confront her father, she wasn't sure. But a small part of her knew she couldn't go, not yet.

Lucifer turned back towards Sam—who gasped as the gaping hole in the devil's head healed itself—and smiled slightly. "Now," he said, "where were we?"

"Don't feel too bad Sam." Lucifer sounded like he was trying to console him, but the condescending smile on his face said otherwise. "There're only five things in all of creation that that gun can't kill and I just happen to be one of them." He shrugged as if to say "what can you do."

Krysta shook her head from where she hid. 'Dick.'

Sam shook where he stood, fighting the urge to run to his brother while the devil spoke to him. Lucifer held up his index finger. "But if you give me a minute, I'm almost done." Then he returned to his digging.

Once Lucifer's back was turned, Sam sprinted over to his brother. He sent a quick nod Krysta's way, indicating that Dean was alright, just unconscious. Krysta sighed in relief.

"You know," Lucifer rested his hands on the end of his shovel and squinted at Sam, "I don't suppose you'd just say 'yes,' right here and now…end this whole tiresome discussion." The devil shook his head and chuckled. "That's crazy, right?"

'That cocky, arrogant, son of a bitch!' If she didn't have to be unnoticed, Krysta would have been cursing a blue streak. She wanted to run over there and—

'Not yet, not yet, not yet,' she chastised herself.

Sam stood up, his jaw clenched. "It's never going to happen," he roared.

Seemingly mulling this over, Lucifer returned to his digging. "Oh, I don't know, Sam," he grunted, "I think it will."

Krysta balled her hands into fists. 'Not yet.'

"I think it will happen soon…"

She clenched her teeth. 'Stay here,'

"…within six months…"

'Dammit, Krysta, be smart about this.' Her knuckles were turning white and her palms started to sting from where her fingernails dug into them.

Lucifer stopped digging and turned to Sam, smiling. "And I think it will happen in Detroit."

Sam looked like he was fighting back tears. "Now, you listen to me you son of a bitch," he growled, "I'm going to kill you myself, do you understand me?" Lucifer returned to his shovel, a grin still plastered on his face. "I'm going to rip your heart out!"

"That's good, Sam," the devil murmured. "You keep fanning that fire in your belly. All that pent up rage? I'm going to need it."

Sam tried to calm himself down. He looked around at all the other men standing in the clearing. Krysta realized that not one of them had moved since they'd arrived. "What did you do?" Sam asked. "What did you do to this town?"

"Oh," said Lucifer nonchalantly, "I was very generous to this town—one demon for every able-bodied man."

Demons? They were all demons?

'Stay calm, be smart, stay calm, be smart…' If Sam could restrain his anger, why couldn't she?

"And the rest of them?" Sam asked the question with a "kicked-puppy" expression. Krysta was afraid to know the answer.

Once again, the digging stopped. Lucifer chuckled before he answered. "In there," he said, pointing to the piles of dirt.

Sam's jaw flew open and Krysta's blood ran cold. He hadn't been digging—he was filling in a hole.

'Oh.'

'Oh God.'

'No!'

Krysta felt like she was going to be sick. All of those people!

The devil shrugged as he continued. "I know, it's awful, but these horsemen are so demanding. So, it was women and children first!"

She couldn't stand it anymore. All attention was on her as she stomped into the clearing, screaming in rage.

"You bastard!"