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I am not Kripke. Rest assured, I do not own Supernatural, much less make money out of it. I write fanfiction for the sake of writing and because it is fun.

That being said, this is the second installment of the Betrayal series and is definitely AU. It can be read on it's own, but if you wish to read the first installment, check out my profile.

Enjoy.

Chapter 8: To do or not to

Lucifer sat back, playing with his invisible [to others, otherwise he wouldn't be able to watch it sail through the air, now would he?] teeny- tiny bouncy ball. He watched as it sailed through the head of John Winchester as though the man were a ghost. For a hunter who is supposedly the stuff of legends downstairs, the man has no instinct for the supernatural. He can't tell a werewolf from a vampire unless the vampire was sucking dry someone during a full moon. Ah, but his son on the other hand... Letting out a disappointed sigh, the Deceiver stood up from his seat and left some change on the table, enough to cover for his drink and a tip for the flustered blonde that ran the place.

"Hey!"

Lucifer turned around to come face to face with Dean Winchester. Boredom and disappointment forgotten for the time being, he answered the young hunter with a raised eyebrow.

"Er, well - you see -" he began nervously.

"Yes. I can see very well." Lucifer said, just for the heck of it.

Flushing brightly with embarrassment, Dean cleared his throat and tried again. "I had to step out for a moment and by that time the session was over. So if it isn't much of a bother …"

"Hmm. I am kind of in a hurry," Dean's hopeful expression faltered for a second, but then brightened when Lucifer continued, " but buy me a lunch and we'll call it even."

"What if lunch is on me?" Ellen asked, slipping into a seat nearby smoothly. With a raised eyebrow and an acquiescing nod he settled back into his seat as Dean picked up a salad and a beer from the fridge and placed it in front of him.

Barely hiding his amusement, the Serpent watched as Michael's true vessel served him food. Him food. Hmm, maybe this one isn't as lost as Michael is - should I have some fun or should I tell them the real plan? Lies never have been my forte but I suppose I could mislead them. To do or not to, that's the real question.

While Lucifer pondered the most interesting question he has been asking himself again and again and again, again, Michael was struggling not to bash his head against his desk or maybe the wall. Yes, the wall would be better. He isn't particularly fond of the wall but is very fond of his desk. Yes, the wall would be the better choice. No, Michael! Get a grip on yourself! No bashing your head against anything! But as he watched Raphael almost topple out of his chair laughing at what they had just witnessed, he was sorely tempted to do so. Stupid little brothers! Are they created for the sole purpose of driving him crazy?! When Raphael [who had almost quieted down] started laughing again, Michael realized that he had said that aloud and much to his later horror, he let his head land on his desk with a solid thunk. But then again, he really didn't find it that horrifying, if he was speaking the truth. Raphael had withdrawn into himself so much that he often had trouble believing that the shell he had become had once been his spritely little Healer of a brother. Michael hid a smile and figured that the situation, while it caused him migraines was well worth it. His family was returning to what it used to be before the creation of Humanity and Lucifer's epic hissy fit and he really did miss how his family used to be. They were once more becoming a family, not just an army anymore and Michael couldn't bring himself to resent that. But his head still hurt and angels weren't supposed to get headaches in the first place, much less archangels!

Castiel was still on his table and still humming some odd tune and still staring up at his ceiling that showed the stars in the night sky like some demented version of Harry Potter. Bobby stood there silently and watched the angel that watched his no-longer peeling ceiling, with a mug of coffee in his hand.

"To do or not to, that's the biggest question isn't it?" Castiel suddenly asked out aloud. Taking that as his cue, he held out his hand and asked, "You want some coffee, angel boy?"

Castiel blinked and then slowly sat up as though he had come out of a trance and frowned. "I don't think I've had coffee before."

"There's always a first time, isn't it?"

"Yes. There is." Castiel agreed with a shy smile and accepted the mug from Bobby.

A/N:

Who is Lucifer wearing?

Will Lucifer tell them the real plan or will he lie with the truth?

Will Ellen ever get to speak with Jo and clear the air between them?

Is it just me or does Castiel know more than he shows?

What are the technically-younger-Winchesters- but-are-not-Winchesters planning?

What is going on in Heaven, Hell and Earth?

What are the Hunters planning?

Stay tuned for more! [I couldn't resist that!]

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- Baron Silver.