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Chapter 8:

"Morningstar." Cain greeted the Devil with a nod.

"Why, hello there, Cain. How is retirement treating you?"

"Very well, my Lord. In fact I've taken your advice and started using the honey to brew wine and they are a hit, if I may say so myself." Cain answered not bothering to hide his obvious pride and delight at the fact.

"You've got to let me try some. In fact "Honey Wine" sounds like they are going to be a hit with the ladies." Lucifer said, almost excitedly.

"I've got a few bottles with me. If you wish so, I could bring them out. Your elder brother is free to try them as well."

"Sounds good to me. Lead the way, Cain."

"I think I'll try some as well." Amenadiel agreed.

The three went to the mess hall leaving a bewildered audience in their wake.

Dean turned towards Sam and asked "That's the Devil?"

"Apparently."

"Huh, he's a lot more British than I thought."

The brothers entered the mess hall to find a slightly harassed looking Raphael and a nervous Castiel being handed glasses of a simmering gold liquid by Cain, while the other three had half- finished glasses in their hands.

"This stuff is one of the best I've drunk, Cain and I run a bloody night club. Do you take orders? This stuff will sell like hot cakes. We will have to come up with a better name than "Honey Wine" though." Lucifer mused.

"I don't mind taking orders and as for a name, how about Ambrosia? That's what Death's brat calls it."

"Oh, you've run into that wanderer? I was under the impression that you barely left your farm."

"Eh, I don't leave. That brat just shows up out of the blue, now and then."

"Ah, that makes sense." Lucifer's eyes suddenly settled on the elder Winchester. "I don't think I caught your name." the Morningstar said.

"I haven't caught yours either." Dean replied.

"Fair enough. I'm Lucifer Morningstar, The King of Hell, currently on vacation. That…" he added while pointing at his companion, "…is my elder brother Amenadiel, eldest of the Archangels and a general stick in the mud. The Old man set him on babysitting duty."

"Babysitting who?" Sam asked genuinely curious.

"Me. Who else?" the Devil answered flippantly.

"Oh, okay." Sam said slightly taken aback.

"So what next?" Raphael asked.

"Food." The Winchester brothers answered simultaneously.

"I can get behind that." Amenadiel answered.

After a slapped up dinner made from various odds and ends they found in Crowley's pantry in which even the angels surprisingly partook, they settled down for another round of brainstorming.

Sam had already entered in both the coordinates and had found their locations.

"Okay, I've got a diner while Dean's got a children's hospital."

"Not again." Dean groaned theatrically.

"What's again?" Amenadiel asked.

Dean almost jumped from his skin.

This one is even quieter than Raphael. At least no one ever forgets it when that bastard is in the room! , he thought.

Hiding his surprise, although judging by the expression on Crowley's face, not as well as he had wanted, Dean answered "Sam got a pub first. Then a night club and now a diner. Me? I got a farm and yeah, the night club as well, but Sam attended to it. And now I've got a Hospital. Even more depressingly, a Children's Hospital."

"Oh, so that's why." Amenadiel said to himself, while Lucifer was all smiles.

"If your petty squabbling is over, can we get going now?" Raphael asked irritably.

They decided to draw lots this time to decide who was going where.

Dean and Crowley found themselves in the deathly silent corridors of Saint Mary's Children's Hospital and Hospice. Apart from the occasional beeping of life monitors, there were no sounds nor were there any person awake in the hospital. Crowley had seen to that.

Suddenly the demon stilled and raised a hand to stop Dean as well. After a few moments of intense concentration, he whispered "There's someone here, clearly not human. But I can't tell what they are." Crowley sounded slightly disturbed.

"We've got to be careful. Being the King of the Crossroads and the temporary King of Hell means that almost nothing can hide their true nature from me. This thing is clearly powerful."

Dean nodded in agreement and followed Crowley silently as the demon led the way towards the room the unknown entity was occupying. They peered through the unlocked door and saw the inert form of a young girl barely six years of age whose tired face was illuminated by the impersonal and yet, soft glow of the life monitors. It made her look ethereal and gave her an otherworldly quality. More alarming was the glint of steel in the hand of a figure cloaked in shadows standing beside her bed, the wickedly sharp blade raised above the poor child's head. Dean raised his gun too late as the blade plunged into the wisp of a girl's heart.

Suddenly the entity turned towards their direction and looking straight into Dean's eyes, it said "I wasn't expecting any company tonight, Dean. Especially not yours nor was I expecting Crowley's. What is a hunter and demon doing together anyway?"

The blood chilled in his veins as Dean recognized the all too cheery voice.

A/N:

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