A/N: Okay, I blame entirely DZ2 and his story "Desire becomes Surrender" for the scene at Privet Drive. Sure, I already had the idea while writing chapter two but he gave me the final inspiration.

Those of you who are firm with the Supernatural series will recognise a few of the lines from the episode I chose for the meeting between Lucifer/Harry and the Winchesters/Gabriel. Yes I transcript them from the episode but I needed them right how they were. So all credits to the producers/writers of the Supernatural series. (I will tell you which episode it was at the end author note so as not to spoil anything now and I really recommend to watch it, it is one of my favourite episodes!) Though those of you who don't know the episode…don't worry I described everything you need to know so you should be alright.

Mep101: The pairing is Lucifer/Harry and yes there will be a romance later on but at the moment Harry is eleven so don't expect it to be too soon. There will also be time skips…I mean otherwise the story would become quite boring though I try not to use too many.

sekhmet: The Horcrux in Harry…to say it with the words of River Song (Doctor who): Spoilers!

Vengeance-Angel2010: If I were you and if you value your life never….ever…call Lucifer cute! The Devil is NOT cute….

So that's that and now the newest chapter!

She was not one of them
She never had a friend
She was the one that got teased
She was not one of them

She always stands alone
Nobody gave her a chance
She was always pushed around
She was not one of them

[...]

Her parents died by accident
She never fell in love with someone
Nobody understood her fear
And every night she cried for help

She prayed to God 'cause she was told to
But he never spoke to her
She felt so cold and left alone
But then the fallen angel came

And then the fallen angel came
To heal the pain inside her heart
Her broken heart
She closed her eyes and saw his goodness
And the truth
She's not alone
He's always there

She's in love with the devil
She's in love with Lucifer
This is her revenge for all the years of hate and tears
Fire is falling from the sky
She's burning down her past
She starts a new life
To hell with Jesus Christ

(Lucifer – Blutengel)

Chapter 3: Revenge is Mine

Lucifer had to admit that coming here to England might just prove to be the best thing he ever did, Harry was a lot of fun to be around.

A beautiful woman stood on the endless plane, observing two boys entering a house with a smile. If she were so inclined, she could not only see that one universe but also each and every one of its' infinite possibilities. Although nearly all of them were void of life and those which still housed life were dying.

True, one of the boys she observed was not really a boy, but that was only a mere technicality.

An old-looking man with a cane in his hand appeared behind the woman.

"Was that really necessary?" he snapped.

"Yes, it was" she replied in a soft melodic voice, turning around to the man. "Have you looked at the other possibilities? Each and every single one a failure, dying…destroyed! I HAD to do something."

"But did it HAVE to be him?" Death whined (although would deny ever doing such a thing until his own end). "You know what Harry is destined to become."

"And it is because of that, that he is perfect. Have you ever watched him? Brother, what do you fear? That Lucifer will tip the balance? He doesn't care about people as long as they don't end up on his bad side, or do anything to harm the boy," she walked over to him with a smile and cupped his cheek with her hand. "Trust me, this is for the best. I'm tired of watching the universe die over and over again. God might have decided to retire and not care anymore, but I still do."

"Are you sure about this?" Death asked sceptically

Destiny simply nodded, upon which Death sighed. He wasn't entirely convinced, but it was already too late anyway so he could do nothing against it even if he wanted to.

"You'll see, they will have some hard times. But in the end, it will work out brother; for you, Harry, and Lucifer."

With that, she turned back around and continued watching the two boys and how their fate unfolded. It was a future full of surprises, darkness and not a small amount of Death, but also one of love and family. Yes, she was sure that this time, the spoiled brat Michael would fail to eradicate all life in his attempt to wage war and kill his brother. Yes, it had been Michael who started their petty war each and every time.

Harry and Lucifer both sat on the couch in the living room watching some game show on TV. Harry's head rested in Lucifer's lap, who was contently playing with the boy's hair. Sometime later, they heard the front door opening to let Vernon in who inevitably had to get home at some point. Smirking at his first real friend, Harry sat up and turned off the TV while Lucifer sealed the house with a flick of his hand. As everyone was in place no one and nothing would get in, or out of the house without his say.

"Hey, horsey, why don't you go and get your narwhal of a son down here?" Harry said with a gleam in his eyes while walking over to the kitchen.

Lucifer, in the meantime, went to convince the other whale to move into the living room.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Vernon snarled.

"Say, Harry, was he always that dim?" Lucifer asked with a frown towards the kitchen, from where Harry just returned with a relatively large selection of knives in his hand.

Hearing the question, Harry snorted. "His main occupation is stuffing himself with the greasiest stuff he can get his fat fingers on so what do you think?" he retorted.

"Fair point. Where is that horse-faced bitch? It can't take that long to get that pig down here," Lucifer snarled in impatience.

"Hey aunt Tuney, should you and that son of yours not appear down here within the next minute I'll gut that fat pig you call your husband!" Harry shouted up towards the first floor.

Lucifer chuckled softly. As if coming down here would save him, or any of them really.

Petunia and Dudley must have broken some kind of record with how quickly they appeared in the living room.

"Please don't kill him. We'll do everything you want" Petunia started to plead, but it was in vain.

Harry stood there twirling one of the larger knives he had brought from the kitchen in his hand. Without any further ado, or showing any sign of hesitation, he rammed it straight into Vernon's abdomen. The man in question cried out in pain, going onto his knees.

"NO!" Petunia shouted, trying to run to her husband's aid but was stopped by Lucifer. At the same time, Dudley just stood there watching the proceedings in shock and horror.

"What? Did you really think I would just forgive you for what you did to me during the last ten long years? That I would REALLY leave you here living a comfortable life without any repayment? You know, payback is a bitch," Harry laughed darkly. "Oh no, you're going to pay for every single thing you did to me, and once you're dead…I think there are already three racks waiting for you down in hell, what do you say Lucifer?"

"Of course, Alastair always needs new test subjects," Lucifer sniggered.

"Hmm, but first I want to have some more fun with them," the malicious grin Harry sported sent a shiver down Lucifer's spine. Oh, Harry was perfect. On the one hand, he was an innocent child, but on the other, there was a darkness within him that could match his darkest demons. Maybe because Harry was as much despised by his family as he was himself. Lucifer didn't know why, but he would stay with this boy and protect him, even if it meant he had to go up against Death and Destiny to do it.

However, Harry turned with a smile towards his uncle. He drew the knife out of the man with a sharp movement upwards, resulting in blood splattering everywhere and the man's intestines falling to the floor. Vernon fell forwards onto his hands before falling to his side because of the shock and the pain. He lay there whimpering, blood starting to pile around him.

"Hey Dudley, look, dinner is served. Eat up!" Harry commanded his cousin in a jovial tone and with a smile as if he hadn't just slit his own uncle. "Come on, it's still warm, aren't you hungry?"

A small whimper escaped the other boy while he backed away from Harry.

"You're crazy…" the boy muttered over and over again in panic.

"Oh come on Dudley, don't spoil my fun," Harry threw his hands in the air.

Lucifer who had observed the entire thing from the armchair he sat in, chuckled before he stood up and walked up behind Harry.

"You know I left you a nice little gift before Death pulled me out of you and gave me my own body," he softly whispered in Harry's ear.

"A gift? Oh, I've never received a gift before…what is it?" Harry turned around and looked Lucifer straight in the eyes, his happiness evident.

Lucifer smiled slyly, he liked Harry more and more with every passing day. For one, the boy's ruthlessness when it came to those who wronged him, but then he was also still an innocent child as it was displayed right now. Then there was the fact that he was also brilliant and desired to learn everything he could. The discussions they held, Harry even managed to surprise him from time to time.

"The gift to wield Hellfire," he replied, sweeping with his hand over Harry's right arm before softly grabbing his wrist hand holding it up so that his palm showed upwards. "You need to concentrate. Feel inside yourself, search for the fire burning within you and draw it out. Don't force it, or coax it, work with it, and make it form a ball hovering over your palm."

He watched with delight how not even a minute later a bright ball of Hellfire was hovering over Harry's hand.

"Very well done, you're a natural," he smiled.

"It's a funny feeling, but why don't I feel the heat?" Harry asked curiously.

Lucifer held his hand over the fire letting the flames lick at it. "That is because of the little side-effect of my gift, it makes you immune to any fire that is Hellfire or lower. So, the only types of fire that can affect you are soul fire and holy fire, respectively. The first because it attacks the soul and not the body, and the second…well, no one is immune against it."

Harry touched the fire with awe. It didn't hurt him, but it tickled slightly. "Cool!" he exclaimed.

"Try to throw it," Lucifer nudged him.

Harry looked up and at Petunia with a smirk. With a movement as if it was a regular ball, he threw the fire at her. Petunia stared at him wide-eyed but didn't even move. She wouldn't have needed anyway because the fireball flew past her hitting one of the cupboards in the kitchen. Instantly the entire thing went up in flames that quickly spread to each and every piece of furniture in reach. It raised the room temperature to nearly an unbearable degree, well at least for the Dursleys who broke out in sweat at this point. Harry and Lucifer, however, didn't even feel the slightest rise in temperature.

"I think we have to do something about your aim…" Lucifer mused cocking his head.

"Yeah, I never was good at throwing things…catching yes, throwing…not so much," Harry snickered. "But I think we got distracted. Dudley, didn't I tell you to eat up?" he now smirked another fireball in his hand which he threw up in the air before he caught it again.

However, Dudley only stood there, staring at Harry with eyes so vast that they could fall out of their sockets at any moment. Harry observed how a dark stain spread over the other boy's trousers. Snickering Harry threw his ball of fire towards Dudley but again missed resulting in it flying past the boy, through the door, and into the hallway before hitting the stairs. It didn't take long for everything near the point of impact to catch fire. Soon the entire stairway was one massive raging inferno heating up the air, even more, resulting in Petunia and Dudley wincing in pain.

"The fire department will have a massive problem," Lucifer snickered. "Hellfire is extremely hard to extinguish. Probably half the neighbourhood will have burned down before it will be quenched."

"Not my problem. Now Dudley, will you do as I said or do I have to get creative?" The glare Harry sent him promised nothing good.

Gulping visibly Dudley finally walked over to his father with shaking steps. To Harry's delight, Vernon was still alive, though it was a good question as to how. With all the blood loss, the shock, and not to mention that Harry had cut him open, it was a real surprise. Neither Harry nor Lucifer knew that Death in a rare bout of anticipation ordered his reapers to collect those souls only once the two were through with them.

Dudley, once he reached his father, who lay whimpering on the floor, knelt down. With a last fearful look at Harry, he grabbed one of his father's organs and started to eat as he was commanded.

"Good boy, now eat up," Harry smirked before turning around to Petunia again.

"W-why are y-you doing this?" she asked with a shaking voice, her face paler than Death's with a slight greenish tint.

"Because, dear aunt," Harry smirked. "You and your family deserve nothing less."

With that, he held out his right hand, placing it on his aunt's chest where her heart was. At first, nothing seemed to happen, but suddenly she cried out in pain when fire consumed her and burned from the inside out. She fell on her knees the fire raging inside her screaming like no tomorrow. A few minutes later, her screams became less and finally stopped as she fell dead to the floor; her eyes wide in fear and pain.

"Hmm, that leaves only one," Harry turned around.

Dudley was still kneeling by his father doing what Harry ordered him to do, closely watched by Lucifer. Though it was evident to both that it became harder and harder for the boy to continue. While the fact that the boy consumed his father's organs and couldn't stomach them impacted that, the main reason was that the entire house was one giant raging inferno by now. They could see that the fat boy's skin was covered in blisters from the heat and flaming red.

"You know Lucifer, we should probably just leave him here burning alive. That will be a good taste of what is to come," Harry walked up to his friend with a smile sneaking his arm around Lucifer's back and leaning against him.

Lucifer draped his arm over Harry's shoulder, relishing the closeness to the boy.

"That is a brilliant idea," he said.

With a flick of his hand, he cancelled the sealing wards he had placed on the house to give them the needed privacy. Instantly the fire roared up because of the sudden influx of fresh air and Lucifer wouldn't be surprised if half the neighbourhood went up in flames at the same time. But since he doubted that the fire would eradicate the entire city and therefore break his deal with Death, he didn't really care. Actually, he was quite glad because the neighbours surely knew what was going on in this house. Still, they did absolutely nothing to help Harry.

"So, you said something about America…" Harry piped up.

That made a devilish grin appear on Lucifer's face. "Oh yes, let's go and give the Winchesters a shock they won't forget any time soon."

Lucifer drew Harry even closer. In a flurry of pitch-black feathers, they vanished from the house.

They left behind an inferno that would consume number four Privet Drive and twelve other houses. It all resulted in twenty-seven dead, five heavily injured, and thirteen lightly wounded people. It took the fire department the entire night and the next morning to get the fire under control. It wasn't until around two in the afternoon that it was finally extinguished.

The whole thing would be the main topic of conversations for the next few weeks to come. After thorough investigations of the case, it was filed away as an accident. A malfunctioning gas stove exploded and started a fire in the kitchen. The fire quickly spread to the rest of the house, not giving the occupants enough time to leave, killing the entire family. The neighbourhood was divided on whether to mourn the loss of such a lovely, decent, respectable family or be glad that they were gone as not many liked the Dursley's.

Lucifer flew from England towards America, taking a detour over Iceland, Greenland, and Canada. He did it to give Harry, who had never left Privet Drive, a small sightseeing tour. Harry, whom he held firmly in his arms, watched the landscape they flew over with awe. They saw a whales group before Greenland's coast gliding through the water, and seals sunbathing on the shore.

"I wish I could fly like you," Harry suddenly said with a slightly sad voice.

Lucifer thought about that a moment before he answered. "Since you have no wings, I could teach you how to fly with the aid of magic," he mused.

"That is possible?" Harry still had problems accepting that magic really existed, what was possible to do with it and whatnot.

"Harry, the only limitation you have with magic is your imagination. You can do practically everything you want as long as you have enough power to do it," he explained.

Hearing that Harry hummed. "Wicked! Can we land for a moment? I'd like to try something," he finally said.

"Sure," Lucifer slowed down and gracefully landed on a cliff before letting Harry down.

Harry walked a few feet away from Lucifer, closed his eyes and concentrated. Lucifer watched this with interest wanting to know what Harry was up to. It took a few minutes in which Lucifer started to wonder what was supposed to happen when to his shock and surprise raven black wings grew from Harry's shoulder blades. About another minute later, they reached a wingspread of over fifteen feet when they stopped growing. Harry opened his eyes. He flapped them a few times to test them with a smile and get a feeling for using them correctly.

Lucifer, on the other hand, just stared at him wide-eyed before starting to laugh hard.

"You, Harry James Potter, are completely impossible," he finally drawled out slowly walking over to Harry inspecting his wings.

"What?" Harry laughed. "I said that I wish I could fly like you. You were the one who said that my only limitations are my imagination."

"For someone who believed that magic doesn't exist you're outstanding in accessing it," Lucifer wondered, but Harry shrugged.

"I just used the same technique you taught me to access the Hellfire only that I looked for my magic instead. Why, was that wrong?" he asked apprehensively.

That made Lucifer laugh again. "Far from it, I was just surprised. Normally witches or wizards need years of training, meditation, and learning to access their magic in the way you just offhandedly did." He shook his head in disbelief, his smile never leaving his face. "But enough of that for now. Don't you want to try out your new wings? Don't worry, I'll make sure that you don't get hurt," he assured a slightly apprehensive Harry.

Harry nodded and flapped with his wings until he took off. At first, he stumbled a bit until he figured out how to beat his wings for a smooth flight. Harry flew a few rounds under Lucifer's watchful gaze. He even tried a few harmless aerial stunts when he was confronted with a problem.

"Um, Lucifer…I have no idea how to land…!" he called out.

Lucifer snorted. "Already flying like a bird but doesn't know how to land."

"This isn't funny!" Harry huffed.

"Slow down, position your wings and yourself vertically and beat them once so that you come to a standstill and land on your feet," Lucifer explained shouting up to Harry. He just couldn't keep a smirk off his face while he did so.

Harry did as he was instructed and managed to land on his feet somehow, but stumbled and would have fallen on his ass hadn't it been for Lucifer's quick reaction. He was caught by the angel.

"You'll get the hang of it soon enough, but for your first time it was excellent," Lucifer explained.

"Thank you," Harry replied while blushing slightly before smacking Lucifer lightly on the arm.

Lucifer yelped in surprise "What was that for?!"

"That was for earlier, prat," Harry huffed

Lucifer laughed "So, do you want to fly on your own, or do you want me to carry you?" he smirked

"I think I'll fly a bit on my own thank you, it's pretty fun to do."

"Okay, but tell me if you get exhausted, I don't want you to crash mid-flight," Lucifer said with a stern voice.

Harry nodded before he took off again. Lucifer only shook his head but followed right after him. They continued their journey to America though now at a far slower pace since Harry wasn't used to flying. To Lucifer's astonishment, Harry managed to fly the entire way from Greenland to the American continent. Though he became aware that Harry was exhausted and suggested another break so Harry could rest and get something to eat, he did have to eat something.

Therefore, they landed in a small Canadian town. Lucifer showed Harry how to phase out his wings without dismissing and then having to regrow them so that he could access them at any time without being in the way. They ate something and rested afterwards. About two hours later, they continued their journey. Though Harry opted to be carried by Lucifer because of the long flight and the meal tired him. While Harry slept some, Lucifer flew in the direction he could sense Sam Winchester. Since the man was initially his designated vessel, he had a connection to him and could always tell where the man was. Shortly before they arrived and having slept several hours, Harry woke up as if he knew that they soon would reach their destination.

A few minutes later, Lucifer landed on the roof of an old and run-down factory.

"Okay, this is strange. I can feel that the Winchesters are here, but at the same time they are not," he said, looking around.

Harry also looked around after Lucifer had let him down, but all he could see was an empty ruinous factory.

"What would they want here, anyway? I mean here is nothing except this ruin of a factory," that was when something caught his eye. "Hey, look there, this is strange, a car's parked in front of that building," he said, pointing towards the car he spotted.

"This is Dean's Impala," Lucifer mused.

Lucifer and Harry, who called forth his wings again, swept down to where the car was parked. Lucifer walked around it looking at it as if it held the answer, but he couldn't find anything.

"Do you think they went into this warehouse?" Harry asked.

"Probably, but be careful, I can sense a third presence inside. I can't tell who or what it is," Lucifer explained while walking towards the door of the warehouse.

He opened the door and entered it, followed by Harry who looked around curiously. Yet, the warehouse they went in was completely empty, not even a crate or something like that lay about, only water, which was pooling on the floor.

"This third signature…it is familiar but…" he shook his head.

Luckily, he concealed Harry and himself completely so that not even Michael would find them. So it was unlikely that the third person he could feel would be able to sense him.

"Harry, I want to try something, but you have to hold onto me for it and don't let go until I say so, okay?" he finally said.

Harry nodded and firmly placed his arms around Lucifer, trusting him so much that he didn't even question what the archangel was about to do. Lucifer put his arms around Harry. A moment later, using Sam's signature as a beacon, they vanished and found themselves in…a game show?

Harry and Lucifer suddenly sat on seats surrounded by many other people cheering. Down on the stage were Sam and Dean both fixed to the floor by boots on small platforms. Before each was a buzzer and embedded to the ground were rods with metal balls at the end of them. To the right was a scoreboard that read 20 and behind the two was a blue door over which stood something written in Japanese that Harry didn't understand. Flanking the entrance were two scantily dressed Japanese woman wearing devil horns, Lucifer snorted when he saw that.

"Where the hell are we?" Harry was utterly confused.

"Seemingly in a Japanese live game show called Nutcracker," Lucifer replied equally confused. "At least according to the writing over the door. But I know that we're definitely not in Japan right now."

Right at that moment, the blue door opened and a Japanese man came out dressed in a silver suit over a blue shirt.

"Let's play NUTCRACKER!" the man shouted upon which the audience cheered and applauded.

Sam and Dean, on the other hand, seemed to be as equally confused as Harry and Lucifer. Dean looked from his fixed feet to his brother before seeing the scoreboard. Sam just recognised their situations when the game show host drew a small stack of cards from his jacket's inside pocket and addressed him.

"Sam Winchester…" he began before asking a question in Japanese.

"What did he say? I didn't understand a word," Harry whispered to Lucifer.

"He asked what the name of the demon was that Sam chose over his own brother," Lucifer translated with ease that earned him a strange look from Harry. "What? Did you think I just sat in my cage and twiddled my thumbs? I speak every human language, dead or alive."

Harry rolled his eyes, looking back to what was happening on the stage. In the meantime, the game show host started a countdown, which was shown on the scoreboard. However, Sam had no idea what the man wanted from him and tried to tell him that he didn't understand Japanese. On the other hand, the game show host only repeated the question leaving a stunned Sam and Dean to stare at him.

"Is he screwing with me?" Sam asked in his confusion, but Dean could only shrug, looking at him with wide eyes and an open mouth.

To their chagrin right at that moment, the countdown reached zero. The game show host again said something in Japanese. Harry only understood "Ruby", which he assumed was the correct answer to the question.

"I'm sorry, Sam Winchester," the game master said in English with a bow of his head.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" Sam asked now completely confused, but the game host only held a hand in front of his mouth to hide his smirk for the show.

Harry and Lucifer observed this with interest when suddenly the rod with the ball at the end shot up and hit Sam right in the groin.

"Ouch, that must have hurt," Harry said with a snicker.

"The name says it all…Nutcracker" Lucifer laughed, he had no idea where they were or who had created this. Still, he had to admit that he found the entire situation hilarious.

Sam, on the other hand, was not as amused as he was bowled over in pain. Dean's eyes nearly bulged out when he saw what this game show was about before worry for his brother took over.

"Sam?" he asked.

But before he could get an answer from his brother the game master went over to one of the showgirls who held up a bag of what seemed to be chips of some sort.

"They are advertising those shrimp chips," Lucifer explained when he saw the questioning glance Harry shot him.

"Sam, are you okay?" Dean asked in the meantime, but Sam only stared at him in disbelief.

Dean once again assessed their situation to find a way out when the blue door suddenly opened, revealing a dopey looking man in a beige trench coat. Lucifer suddenly sat straight in his seat, staring at the man who just entered.

"Is this another trick?" Sam inquired.

"It's me. Uh, what are you doing here?" the man replied, looking confusedly back and forth between Sam and Dean.

"Who is this?" Harry was on high alert now, so to speak, he never had seen Lucifer this tense.

"Castiel, he's an angel. It is a good thing that I concealed us, or we would have a problem," Lucifer replied but didn't lose his tenseness.

That was until he saw what happened next. Castiel obviously wanted to get the Winchesters out of this TV show land when he was zapped out of the picture like one of those old TV screens that were shut off. Now Lucifer was on high alert because only very few beings could sap an angel away as it just happened.

"That should be impossible," he muttered.

"What?" Harry shifted closer to Lucifer, not because out of fear, but he knew that should they have to make a hasty exit, it was better to stay close to his friend.

"Only an archangel could zap away another angel like that," Lucifer said when his face suddenly lightened up, and he started to laugh.

That, however, confused Harry completely. "What?"

"Oh, this is beyond anything. I know now who is behind all of this, only one Angel is devious enough to pull such a stunt," Lucifer laughed.

"Who?" Harry didn't know what to think at the moment.

First Lucifer is all tense and behaved as if he wanted to leave as fast as possible. Now he was laughing.

"My brother, Gabriel," Lucifer smirked. "He was always a prankster, and this entire thing…it bears his hallmarks."

Harry remembered him. Lucifer didn't talk much about his family but Gabriel he mentioned once. He was the only one he had gotten along with. That, however, didn't appease Harry the slightest little bit. "Aren't you worried that he might find us here? I mean when I understood you correctly, this is his little world here so wouldn't he know that we're here?"

"No, as I said I masked our presence, he would have to know that we are here to find us, but I highly doubt that he does or we wouldn't be sitting here anymore," Lucifer shook his head.

"If you say so…" Harry muttered before redirecting his attention to the show.

It seemed that the game master just asked Dean a question. On the other hand, Sam apparently figured out what Lucifer's lovely brother wanted them to do; Play the game. That meant for Dean that he would have to answer the question correctly and in Japanese nonetheless.

"Do you know what the question was?" Harry asked amusedly. When Lucifer said that it was alright for them to be here he had relaxed, why shouldn't he amuse himself.

"He asked whether their parents would still be alive if Sam were never born," Lucifer snickered.

Just in the last second, Dean hit the buzzer in front of him and somehow managed to give an answer in Japanese. The game master asked for confirmation, which Dean nodded yes.

"Dean Winchester, Nutcracker champion!" the game master announced after a dramatic break throwing his cards into the air.

"Oh, what a pity, and here I hoped Dean would receive the same treatment as Sam," Harry pouted.

Lucifer smirked when with a small wave of his hand the mechanism triggered and hit Dean with full force. Now it was upon Dean to groan in pain while Harry snickered. That was when suddenly, the entire scene shifted and set into something that looked like an advertisement. It was set up in a park where Sam played basketball with some other men when he turned around and looked in their direction.

"Seriously?" he asked.

Dean came running up to him. "You were the one who said to play along, so…" he nudged him.

Sam looked down in obvious discomfort, swallowing hard while Dean went back to running.

"I…" Sam then began. "Got…genital…herpes," he finally brought out.

Lucifer and Harry looked at each other before both broke out in heavy laughter.

"But now I take twice-daily Herpexia…to reduce my chances of passing it on," Sam continued, which resulted in the two observers laughing even harder.

"Oh, this is rich" Harry brought out between bouts of laughter. "That's perfect blackmailing material."

That was when the voice of an announcer echoed around them.

"Patient's should always consult with a physician before using Herpexia. Possible side effects include headache, diarrhoea, permanent erectile dysfunction, thoughts of suicide, and nausea," he announced.

Whatever Sam said next the two didn't even hear because they lay on the ground next to each other having a hard time breathing due to laughing so hard.

"Where the hell does your brother get such ideas?" Harry finally asked after having cooled down enough.

"I have no idea, but I surely will ask him," Lucifer replied, wiping a few stray tears from his eyes.

The next thing they saw was that they had landed in some kind of sitcom when suddenly Castiel showed up again, though he looked a bit beaten up. He just wanted to warn Sam and Dean that the "Trickster" they were dealing with is not what he seemed to be when said trickster showed up and silenced him before sending him back to where he broke out from before. After that, he gave Sam and Dean a speech on how they should play their roles in the real world as the vessels for Michael and Lucifer so that those two would finally get over with their fight. Lucifer mostly watched this with anticipation.

"When we do that the world will end!" Sam threw in.

"Yeah? And whose fault is that?" Gabriel questioned. "Who popped Lucifer out of the box, hmm? …Look, it's started. You started it. It can't be stopped. So let's get it over with."

"Heaven or hell. Which side are you on?" Dean suddenly asked.

"I'm not on either side" Gabriel retorted.

He made it quite clear that he wouldn't take a side in this war, but Dean didn't believe him. This went on until Dean accused him of being someone's bitch. It was something he shouldn't have done because Gabriel was now pissed. Lucifer knew one thing, it was that you should never piss off the other archangel. Gabriel could be very vindictive and even more creative in his retaliation when he was angry.

"Lucifer? Are you alright?" Harry questioned.

Lucifer didn't let it show, but he could feel that what Gabriel had said affected him. He couldn't blame him for it, Gabriel was the last one of his family he had any resemblance of a connection to after all.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright" Lucifer answered after a moment though Harry didn't really believe him. So, instead of speaking about that matter anymore, he snuck his arm around Lucifer's back and leant against him, knowing that Lucifer liked that.

During the next show, which was a bad imitation of some crappy cop show, Sam and Dean tried to stab Gabriel. Harry could only wonder how those two idiots thought it would work since their pet angel said he was more than an ordinary trickster. However, they found out who and what the trickster really was when in the next episode Sam was transferred into Dean's Impala as a twisted version of the "Knight Rider" series.

Lucifer watched slightly angry at how they managed to trap Gabriel in a circle of holy fire, the only thing that even an archangel can't get past. After popping the pocket dimension, he had created and bringing them back to the warehouse, Gabriel finally confessed to the Winchesters who he really was.

"What did Daddy say when you joined the Pagans?" Dean asked.

"Daddy doesn't say anything about anything," Gabriel replied.

Lucifer sighed upon hearing that. As sad as it was, it was the truth. God stopped caring about them a long time ago. Harry feeling the tempest in him leaned even closer to him in a show of comfort. They had just heard the last part of Dean's statement insulting Lucifer and Michael profoundly. Though that was not what affected Lucifer the most, it was what Gabriel replied.

"You don't know anything about my family. I loved my father, my brothers. Loved them, but watching them turn on each other…tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it, okay?" he said with so much hurt in his voice that it made Lucifer tremble. "So, I left. And now it's happening all over again."

"Then help us stop it" Sam countered.

"It can't be stopped!"

"You wanna see the end of the world?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"I want it to be over! I have to sit back and watch my own brothers try to kill each other, thanks to you!" Gabriel raged when he suddenly went stock-still fear and panic written all over his face.

Sam and Dean looked at each other in surprise, not knowing what was suddenly wrong. On the other hand, Gabriel slowly turned around and looked into a dark corner where two children around the age of eleven emerged. One had messy black hair and emerald green eyes, but that was not the one he stared at. The other one with blond hair and ice-blue eyes caught his attention.

"Lucifer," he whispered.

Sam and Dean instantly whipped around and stared at the two children too. It was probably their luck that they were unarmed; otherwise, they were bound to have done something idiotic.

"Gabriel…" Lucifer drawled out with a blank face revealing no emotion, flicking his hand and extinguishing the fire surrounding his brother. "It most likely doesn't mean anything to you, but I'm truly sorry. Don't worry, this is probably the last time you'll see me…same for you Sam. Michael…he can stay in Heaven or go to hell for all I care…."

He sighed deeply before turning to Harry. "Come, Harry, we should leave."

In a flurry of black feathers, they vanished, leaving behind three stunned men who could only stare at the point the two had been just moments ago in shock and surprise.

"Did…did Lucifer just say that he was sorry?" Sam finally brought out.

"Apparently," was the only thing Gabriel could answer to that.

Harry didn't know and didn't care where they landed. The only thing he knew was that it was in a living room where a large sofa and several chairs stood in front of a massive fireplace. Knowing exactly how Lucifer felt right now, he directed him to the couch and sat down together with him.

Gabriel's words hurt Lucifer more than he would probably ever admit. Still, Harry knew nonetheless, whether it was because of that bond they shared or because of some other weird reason…he didn't care.

What he did know, however, was that he would never leave Lucifer. The archangel had stayed with him and helped him when he was at his worst. So it was only fair that he did the same for him.

Harry just sat there with him, giving him comfort and showing him that he wouldn't leave or abandon him. He leaned against him, drawing soothing circles over Lucifer's back. Harry didn't know how long they sat there on the couch, each of them lost in their own thoughts, but he fell asleep at some point.

A/N: So was this the last we saw of Gabriel? Or will he appear when Lucifer and Harry last expect him to? Wait and see!

For those who don't know Supernatural like their back of the hand it was s5e8 "Changing Channels". I really suggest you to watch it! 'til next chapter!