Chapter 12

A week and a half later they arrived at a new village, exhausted they all collapsed in an old barn except Lucifer, who once again unable to sleep snuck out to explore the country side. Planning to enjoy his newly found freedom he went into a bar and ordered as many different types of shots as they had on offer. Not long into his 5th or 6th (Lucifer guessed who had lost count log ago) a roughly handsome man approached and with a charming smirk introduced himself as Azazael.

"Hey there." he said winking.

"Hey there yourself."

"Just roll into town did ya?"

"Yes, me and my brothers arrived today."

"Staying near by then?"

"yes, just a short walk," he said picking up the next shot and downing it. "dreadful place, the old barn down the road, draftee and smells like horse shit."

"Staying in town long?"

"Fortunately we're just passing through," he took up another shot, Azazael was impressed at the amount he was ingesting and still keeping a coherent conversation.

"So Lucifer, we're you from? You seem like a big city kind of guy."

"Do I?"

"Yeah you seem like the type of guy who would enjoy a good time."

"Is that so?"

"c'mon, lets stop fucking around now."

"and start fucking?"

"Exactly όμορφο αγόρι (pretty boy). I want to feel that cock of yours inside me, make you cum so hard you scream out with pleasure."

Lucifer swallowed arousal coursing through his body "I bet you would τολμηρή και όμορφος (beautiful)." he whispered sensually into Azazels ear "But first I'm going to have to teach you a lesson about restraint, punish you for running that dirty mouth of yours off so shamelessly."

Azazels eyes clouded over with arousal, and lent in to kiss Lucifer. Lucifer pushed him back tutting and led Azazel to a back room of the pub. HE pushed Azazel roughly up against the wall, staving off his advances until he was in total control and had all the power. Then only then did he begin, he proceeded to tease Azazal to the edge, taking pleasure in watching the man pathetically beg and writhe under his touch. Holding all the power as he denied the other man the orgasm he so desperately desired. After a little while Lucifer grew bored of this game and he let the man have what he wanted, taking what he himself so desired as he let out all his frustrations, pent up after the loneliness of last few years. His basic animal motivations guiding him he drove hard into Azazel until he was screaming his name, hitting the desired spot, giving the other man the best orgasm of his life. The other man went limp against him and he pulled out, letting the man slump against the ground Lucifer turned on his heel doing up his pants and left him weak kneed on the floor of the pub without a word of goodbye.

"Hey, Do you smell burning?" asked Dean panicky shaking Cas.

Cas cracked his eyes open feeling the heat on his face, "Dean, we need to get out of here now."

Suddenly there was an explosion, and the roof caved in.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled grabbing Cas and fighting his way out of the building.

Dean fell to his knees outside the building, smoke clogging his lungs.

Slowly gaining his breathe back he anxiously searched for Sam. With relief he found him kneeling nearby staring at his hands, Lucifer had a steadying hand on his brothers shoulder.

"Sam are you okay?" he asked suddenly afraid at the grief stricken expression.

"I couldn't save him." He said his voice breaking.

Deans stomach dropped to his feet,

"He made me leave him, I couldn't save him, he's dead."

Dean turned to see Cas let out a chocked sob, and turned heal running off into the forest.

"Cas, wait!" Dean called pulling his brother into a hug as he sobbed in his arms.

Cas's knees hit the forest floor with a thud. He threw up the contents of his stomach, and kept retching until nothing came up but bile, his throat burned, and his eyes dried of all tears as the shock took over his body. He couldn't believe it, happy, jokey Gabriel, who always made it out of every impossible fight they had ever been in, was…. dead. No he couldn't be. How could his brother be dead? It wasn't possible. Gabriel, who was always there for him, by his side watching out for his baby brother. No, he couldn't be dead..

Sams form shook in his brothers arms, and Lucifer felt distantly uncomfortable. Satisfied that Sam was safe and protected, he strode away, anger coming off him in wave, burning into the ground as he walked. He reached the seedy old bar, and threatened the manager until he gave up all information on Azazel. He banged his fists on the mans door.

"Hold it, im coming." He opened the door "Oh, Lucifer, what are you doing here?" Lucifer advanced on the man deep seated anger rising to the surface. "Wait hold it man, it wasn't me."

"What wasn't you?"

"uh, nothing, I didn't do anything."

"We both that isn't true you piece of scum."

"Okay I admit it, I did it, I couldn't help myself, it's my job, she made me do it, but I didn't know anyone was inside I swear."

"You lie, one thing I can't stand is liars."

Lucifer wrapped his hands around Azazels neck slowly squeezing the life out of him as he weakly struggled against the strong grip. Azazel weakly clutched at the hands wrapped around his neck, Lucifer squeezed tighter and tighter, feeling the bones crack under his tightening grip, the gurgle of trapped air as fresh breathe tried to enter an empty pair of lungs, and the final cry of death as it took its victim. The satisfying feeling of justified revenge.

With a resounding thud Lucifer dropped the body to the ground.

Wiping his hands on his clothes he suddenly felt sullied with the mans taint, so he searched the mans closet. He pulled out a new chiton (tunic) and himation (cloak). The palest of white chiton, and darkest of red himation, fastening It together with a broach he stole from the mans body. He admired himself in the cracked and dirtied mirror before stepping over the mans body, silently closing the door behind himself he went to find Castiel.