"Daddy?" both Sam and Spencer belted out at the same time.
"What a twist in events!" said Lucifer, smiling. "And believe me, Spencer. For you, they aren't over yet."
"What do you mean?" asked Spencer.
Lucifer snickered, holding his daughter close to him. Jenna sneered at Spencer, and it was apparent that the two of them knew exactly what Spencer was oblivious of.
"Hopefully you'll live long enough to figure it out," said Jenna.
It all happened to quickly, and every moment made a difference. Lucifer lifted his hand, Sam shouted Castiel's name, and Spencer immediately deployed a barrier around him and Sam. Once Lucifer saw the barrier, he merely smirked, and snapped his fingers, shattering the barrier. Castiel appeared behind them, quickly teleporting the two of them out of the area, and back to Bobby's house. Spencer was on his knees by now, trying to catch his breath from the energy that was just drained from him. Sam was by his side, rubbing his back for support.
Dean noticed their distraught states, and rushed over to them.
"What happened?" he asked, changing his glances between Castiel and Sam.
"Lucifer attacked," said Sam. "And for more bad news: Spencer's barrier shattered. We're going to need a new plan."
"Spencer needs to rest," said Castiel, holding his hands in an effort to get him up.
"C-Cass…" said Spencer, weakly. "I…couldn't…"
"Enough," he said, picking him up. "You tried your best. This isn't your fault."
He carried him off to the guest bedroom allowing Spencer to fall asleep. Sam and Dean moved to the office, and Bobby joined them after hearing all of the noise. Castiel also joined them, and they immediately looked panicked.
"I'll go get your car," said Castiel to Dean. He disappeared, leaving the three of them in their anxiety. They discussed every possible thing that could have gone wrong, but ultimately decided that they couldn't get any answers without Castiel here. Once he returned (which was quite soon) they all looked at him, begging for answers.
"How do we know he won't come here?" asked Sam.
"Lucifer knows about Spencer," said Castiel. "He probably used all of his power just to break that barrier. He wouldn't dare come here, especially since I'm here."
"Second most important thing on our list," Dean began. "How the hell do we kill that bastard now?"
"I'm not sure. It won't be easy, that's all I can tell you."
"Oh great, that's comforting."
"One more thing," said Sam. "Lucifer mentioned something about a twist in events that Spencer doesn't know about. After finding out that Jenna is Lucifer's daughter, that's what he told him."
Castiel looked at the ground, pondering over the question. They all watched him, anticipating his response. He looked back up, shaking his head in dismay.
"I don't have all the answers, but I will tell you what I know. Spencer is adopted. His real mother was killed because of the father's choice to make love to her, and he left the baby to someone else. No one knows the true identity of the father, but it could be any of the powerful archangels."
The three humans in the room stared blankly at the angel, not sure how to respond. Dean, however, looked pissed.
"You couldn't think to tell us this sooner?" he asked.
"No one asked," said Castiel, blankly. "I wasn't sure of it myself, but as the facts are being presented, it's becoming a bit more clear. Unfortunately, I think Spencer will have to figure this one out by himself."
"How long do you think Spencer will be asleep?" asked Sam, worried about his boyfriend.
"Not too long. Since he's been strengthening his power, his endurance should be a lot higher. He'll most likely wake up tomorrow morning."
Castiel left, and the three others remained at Bobby's, debating what they should do next. After Sam was sick of conversing with them, he walked down the hall to Spencer's room, and sat beside his sleeping body. He gently stroked his hair while he slept, smiling warmly as Spencer was deep in his slumber. Dean was at the door, also watching Spencer with a slight smile on his face. When Sam noticed him, he looked at him questioningly.
"I feel bad for him," said Dean, quietly. "He's getting wailed on left and right, and something tells me he won't be getting a break anytime soon."
"I think we need to take him out of the front lines," said Sam, still stroking Spencer's hair. "All I could think about when Lucifer appeared is that Spencer could have died. I don't know what kind of plan we can think of, but I don't want to risk this poor kid again."
"I agree," said Dean. "We've weaseled our way out of countless situations. I'm sure we can do the same with this one."
Dean offered to get something for Sam to eat, and Sam followed him to the kitchen after kissing Spencer softly on the forehead. Bobby was already making them a meal, which just seemed to be chili cooking in a pot.
They ate and laughed as if nothing bad had happened that day, but it wasn't out of negligence. They needed the break from all of the things they had to fret over, and their little dinner was the perfect way to relieve their stress. They turned in a bit early though, all of them agreeing that they were too tired to stay up. Bobby insisted on doing some research, so Sam and Dean were the only ones who decided to hit the sack. Sam returned to Spencer's room, changing his clothes quickly before he laid beside Spencer, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Sam and Dean decided that it would be better if they were on the move. They knew where Lucifer would be looking for them, so they thought that if they left, they'd be less likely to be found. However, Sam insisted that they wait for Spencer to wake up, because they wouldn't be making much progress with a fatigued half-angel. They took their time eating breakfast and getting ready, and right when they were done packing and loading the car up, Spencer waltzed out of his room, rubbing his eyes groggily. Dean was the first to come back into the house (Sam following), and he grinned at Spencer.
"Well hello there, sleeping beauty," he said. "Ready to head out?"
"I guess so," said Spencer, his voice still hoarse from waking up.
"We have everything packed," said Sam. "We just gotta head out."
They said their goodbyes to Bobby, and they told each other to be safe, and cautious and all those things a hunter would tell another hunter when they're parting ways.
"Up you go!" Sam exclaimed as they were leaving the house, scooping Spencer up and carrying him out to the car. Spencer giggled the whole way up, and once they approached the car, Sam crawled in the backseat with Spencer still in his arms. Dean entered the car as well, starting it and pulling out of Bobby's land.
Spencer spent most of the car ride with his head on Sam's shoulder. Sam, of course, sat in the back seat intentionally, trying to be as close to his baby as he possibly could. It could be seen as an attempt to be more romantic, which made Spencer giddy with happiness. Sam was trying desperately to keep Spencer from regretting his decision, because Sam knew he would be crushed if he ever lost Spencer again. Dean would glance at them every once in a while, smiling at how adorable they were being.
Spencer, after an hour, begged Dean to stop, because he hadn't had anything to eat in a while. Which made sense, of course, since they all got to eat a nice breakfast, and he was rushed out the door. So they stopped quickly for some sandwiches and headed back out. Dean made it a point to not be "dilly dallying", because he wanted to hurry and find yet another place to stay.
They made it to yet another cheap motel, causing Spencer to groan in disapproval. Dean just simply mentioned that it was better than being dead. They slowly walked into the room, setting all their stuff down, and making themselves comfortable. Spencer, however, wanted to call Castiel down. He shouted for him, and he immediately appeared.
"What can I do for you?" he asked.
"I want to train more," said Spencer, confidently. "I want to be able to get rid of Lucifer, and since I'm still not strong enough, I think I need to train a lot more."
Castiel looked very unsure, making Spencer less confident.
"What?" he asked, nervously.
"I don't think that's a good idea," said Castiel. "Lucifer's power is growing at the same rate yours are, and Jenna's are most likely doing the same. It would be pointless to overwork you for no reason."
"Please, Castiel. It's the only way, right?"
"He has a point, kiddo," said Dean. "You don't need to be the only one to contribute to this. You're gonna get hurt."
"Well what else is there to do?"
"Please just relax, Spencer," said Castiel, laying a hand on his shoulder. "We're going to figure out a way to stop Lucifer."
Jenna appeared in the room, putting the four of them on edge. She smiled, and pointed to the wall adjacent to her. When they all looked, they saw the glyph on the wall, setting fear into their eyes. Castiel charged at her when he saw her reach for the glyph, but he was too late. The bright light shone throughout the room, and everyone covered their eyes, except for Castiel, who was now gone. Spencer was on the ground, writhing in pain, but he wasn't the only one. Jenna was in the exact same condition.
"What the hell?" asked Dean. "What was the point of that?"
Sam rushed to Spencer, looking hopeless as he tried to figure out how to help him. Dean, however, took the chance that he saw, taking a gun and walking over to Jenna. Lucifer appeared, though, stopping him in his tracks. He looked furious, glancing at the gun, and then back at Dean.
"Were you about to shoot my daughter?" he asked. Dean looked as if he was actually going to answer the question, but Lucifer snapped his fingers, and Dean exploded in bloody disarray. Before Sam could even shout express his loss, Lucifer gave him the same fate. Spencer immediately started sobbing, as he was covered in the blood of his true love.
"You really thought you could run away, eh?" said Lucifer. "There. That should prove to you exactly how powerless you are against me."
"Why?" asked Spencer, sobbing heavily. "Why are you taking them away from me?"
"I figured it would be better to watch you cry before I had the pleasure of killing you. Now, you have nothing to live for. I don't have to feel so bad for killing you."
"Whatever happened—" Spencer sniffled a bit. "to Sam being the vessel?"
"He's making me wait to long. Killing you is my top priority, because once you're gone, I can finally fight my…" His words trailed off as he looked past Spencer, and his eyes widened in fear. A young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, walked out from behind Spencer. He had blond hair and bright blue eyes, and he dressed very similar to Sam and Dean.
"What do you think you're doing, brother?" he asked.
"Michael," said Lucifer. "This isn't the time yet. The fight can't happen. I—"
"You destroyed the vessel. To me, it looks like it will never be the time."
Spencer regained enough strength to look up at his savior, standing proudly in front of him, protecting him from the devil.
"If you take another step," said Lucifer. "I'll kill you."
"No you won't," said Michael. "You're going to leave, before I kill your daughter, because that's definitely something you can't stop, with the condition she's in."
Lucifer eyed him cautiously, backing slowly away toward his daughter, and disappearing with her. Michael turned to Spencer, gently tapping his forehead. Spencer's eyes widened, and after a moment, he stood up, surprised at his sudden recovery.
"You're the archangel Michael," said Spencer, voice still shaky from crying.
"That I am," he said, with a friendly smile.
"Why did you save me?"
"You didn't think I was just about to let my son die, did you?"