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Warnings: Slash.

Chapter 7 – Interlude - Meeting Lucifer

They were about three hours from Bobby's house, Dean broke all speed-limits and took any shortcut he could remember and they made it there in a little over one hour.

The brothers stormed into the house, downing the Holy Water shot that Bobby gave them, and Dean glared at the ceiling.

"Get your feathered ass down here, Cas!"

Bobby looked at the brothers, and Sam sighed; he knew what was coming.

"What happened?"

Dean just glared, and Sam knew it would be up to him to explain just how screwed they were.

"We found the Devil." Usually he would be more tactful, however he truly wasn't in the mood for it. Bobby looked stunned, and Sam really didn't blame him. "Well, the angels found him. Castiel just popped up into the car and took us to him."

"You actually met him?"

"Met him?" Dean snorted. "You could say that."

Sam saw his hand twitch and he knew that his brother was itching to get a hold of his gun. They had both been completely surprised by just how overwhelmed they had been.

"Yes?"

All three of them jumped when they heard the unexpected the voice behind them; all three pointing their guns in its direction.

"Yes? Don't you yes me," Dean snarled. "What was that? Who the hell was that with the Devil? He killed a fucking demon! That little witch boy killed a demon! Since when can witches do that? And what the hell was up with the Devil?"

"Someone killed a demon?" Bobby didn't splutter, but he was damned close to it.

"A witch, who seemed to side with Lucifer," Sam told him, the image of the small, black haired male threatening an angel and then killing a demon imprinted in his mind. On one hand, a demon was dead. On the other hand, a witch had done it.

"The man who killed the demon was not a witch."

The three hunters turned towards the angel, both brothers frowning.

"The guy disappeared and appeared in a different place in the blink of an eye. He was shooting green lights out of a stick. How can that not be a witch?"

Sam looked at his brother worriedly. He knew that his brother was close to losing it. Dean had never dealt well with things he couldn't simply kill.

"He is a wizard. One of my Father's most wondrous creations," Castiel told them in his usual monotone, though Sam could see just a trace of something that looked suspiciously like amazement in his gaze.

"Witch? Wizard? What's the difference? It's evil, it needs killing." Sam wasn't at all surprised by Dean's reply. It always disturbed him a little just how eager Dean was to kill anything that wasn't human. Well, anything that was evil, but in Dean's mind everything that wasn't human was evil.

"Wizards aren't evil," Castiel told them. "The difference between witches and wizards is that your witches made a deal with a demon to get just a little power. Wizards were gifted with Creation by my Father."

"The power of Creation?" Bobby murmured, his eyes sharp. "Isn't that, supposedly, God's power? The thing he used to create the world?"

"Yes."

Sam gaped, while Dean took a step back looking completely stunned.

"What?" Dean whispered. "That witch-boy has the power of God?"

And Sam could understand the slight trace of fear in his tone, because well... that was just what they needed, wasn't it?

"No." Castiel actually frowned, and Sam was surprised that the angel was able to pull of the expression. "Our Father gifted them with an infinitesimal amount of Creation. Less than a tear drop in a wast ocean. From what we know of them they can shatter the laws of nature, however true Creation is beyond them."

"Why do you know so little about them?" Sam asked, shrinking slightly when the angel almost glared at him.

"They were gifted with Creation, my brothers believed that they did not need anyone to look over them."

Sam's eyebrows were threatening to merge with his hairline, while Dean snorted.

"So... Daddy dearest got new favorites, and all the little angels became jealous and sulked," Dean summarized. "Why is it that the more I hear about angels the more they come across as ansgty brats?"

Castiel's look could have frozen the sun.

"We must find out why Lucifer was consorting with a wizard before it is too late." And with t flutter of wings he was gone.

"Sure, let us deal with the wizards that we know nothing about and have the power of Creation." Dean looked to be on the verge of shooting something just to vent his frustration.

"Boys." Both glanced back at Bobby, and Sam almost winced. That look coming from Bobby never meant anything good for them. "You will tell me what happened with the Devil. Leave nothing out."

And Sam, knowing that Dean was in no state to do it, did just that.

After almost an hour, where Bobby grilled him about every little detail he could remember, he finally finished recounting their meeting with Lucifer.

"So... you are telling me that you found Lucifer, the Devil, in a Zoo, playing house?" Sam didn't fault Bobby for his incredulity.

"When you put it like that it does sound unbelievable," Dean muttered. "But I swear, Bobby, the freaking Devil had a kid on his shoulders and was being all domestic with the kid's dad."

"Now... I'm not doubting you, boys. But you have to admit that it sounds..."

"Insane?" Sam offered, slumping on the kitchen chair.

"That's one way of putting it," Bobby grumbled. "You just have to look at this as another hunt. Get information, then we'll see what to do."

Sam nodded, knowing that going into this – whatever this was – unprepared would be akin to suicide.

Dean pulled a face, showing just what he thought about researching, but didn't object. He had been a hunter for long enough to know when they were in over their heads.

Lucifer knew he was in trouble the second those demons and his brothers showed up. Not from the pests that had shown up, but from the little wizard that he had been living with.

Though he had to admit that seeing his little wizard handling that pompous Zachariah, he had always been one of his least liked brothers, and then killing off that demon was probably the most sexy thing he had ever seen.

He had wanted to claim Harry right then and there. He had wanted to show them just who the amazing wizard belonged to.

Of course he hadn't done anything.

He had seen just how angry the little wizard was, and he hadn't wanted to test him.

As soon as they got home Harry had taken Teddy to his room, though not before throwing Lucifer a deadly glare. Lucifer had gotten the message loud and clear.

So here he was, sitting on a comfortable sofa, waiting for his Harry to come back down so that they could talk.

He was almost sure that he would be able to talk himself out of the situation, almost. The biggest problem was that Teddy had been in danger, and Lucifer knew just how protective Harry was of his son.

What felt like an eternity, but was only a few minute,s Lucifer heard Harry come down the stairs. He remained silent when Harry walked into the room and took a seat in an armchair in front of him. He would never say it out loud, but it did hurt to see Harry's closed off expression.

"How's Teddy?" he asked, when he couldn't take the silence anymore.

Harry's eyes narrowed slightly, and he resisted the urge to fidget.

"He's asleep. He was a little scared, but I gave him a calming potion and cast a mild sleeping charm on him. I don't want him to be present for this conversation." Harry looked straight at him, and Lucifer tried to see anything in those beautiful eyes of his, but he couldn't. For the first time since he started hearing Harry's prayers he didn't know what Harry was thinking, and he hated it. "You lied to me."

"I didn't lie."

Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say since Harry practically jumped from his seat and started pacing around.

"Did you find it funny to play with me? Was I just a momentarily break before you went on to start the damned Apocalypse?"

"Don't say that!" he snarled, jumping from his seat as well, and grabbing Harry by the shoulders. "You have no idea what you mean to me! What it was like for me to hear your prayers and being completely unable to help you! I was ready to destroy the world when I felt your soul passing! Just..." Lucifer pulled the wizard closer to him, breathing in his scent. "Just don't say that. You mean everything to me."

Harry pulled away from him, though Lucifer could see a faint blush tainting his cheeks.

"You still lied to me."

"I didn't lie, little wizard." Lucifer couldn't help but grin, he wouldn't lose his wizard over this. "I told you I was Lucifer, you just didn't make the connection."

Harry bristled, his green eyes glowing brightly, and Lucifer had never seen a more arousing sight.

"Yeah, because the logical conclusion was that you are a freaking Fallen Angel!"

Lucifer couldn't contain his chuckle. Harry looked like an adorable little kitten. Now that he knew that Harry would send him away he couldn't help but find the whole situation funny. Harry knew who he was. Harry didn't hate him. Everything would turn out alright, he just knew it. As long as he had Harry everything would be fine.

Harry narrowed his eyes and Lucifer's chuckles increased, he truly looked like an adorable kitten.

"You're sleeping on the couch," Harry announced.

Lucifer's chuckles abruptly stopped.

Harry smirked and sauntered out of the room.

He heard the whispers.

He didn't truly believe them at first, because, really? Lucifer playing house with a human? That was as unbelievable as it could get.

But the whispers didn't stop.

And he started to believe it. Hope he hadn't felt in eons beginning to blossom in his soul.

He knew his brother. He knew that Lucifer wouldn't get involved with a human for no good reason. He didn't believe that his brother had changed, they were still talking about Lucifer, but maybe he had found something, someone, that was able to tame him. If only a little bit.

Someone who was able to make Lucifer the brother he remembered and not the one that he had lost to war.

He wasn't sure if that was what was happening. But he hoped, and for the first time in eons he prayed.

"Father, I know I have not been the best of sons. But, please Father, let my find my brother. Let me find my home."

There was a flash of light.

He felt his Grace tingling.

He was home.

A.N.: Alright :D we can get started. All the players are in the game, and we can finally get started :D I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it was the last one before we finally get into the flow of things. We just needed everyone to show up, and everything to be out in the open :)

The following chapters will deal with the plot of the story, so I hope you like where I'll take this :)