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Chapter Forty Five: Yes
"Where am I?" Amriel asked, getting up and looking around before settling her gaze on the reaper before her. "Where is Castiel?"
"Yeah, nice to meet you too. I'm Billie, and you're in Hell," the reaper said with a roll of her eyes, "Come on, he's this way."
Amriel was led to a room where she saw Cas, Dean, Crowley, and Rowena. The witch is busy working on a spell, while Cas is showing Crowley and Dean something written on his chest.
"What's going on?" Amriel voiced her presence, making Cas turn so she could see I AM COMING seared into his skin.
"Lucifer has Sam next door and is trying to get him to say yes," Dean explained quickly, "Witchy here is trying to cook up a spell to keep him in the cage so we can get Sam out."
"Sam will not say yes to Lucifer- I won't let him," Amriel hissed, glancing toward the door Dean had motioned to when he explained where Sam was.
Shouting came from behind the door, and Amriel was quick to move, Dean calling out his brother's name while Crowley shouted, "Don't!"
"Cas, stay here. Make sure she finishes the spell," Dean yelled over his shoulder as he and Amriel ran into the room to find Lucifer punching Sam until he realized that he had company.
"Welcome to the party," Lucifer said after he snapped, bringing the two outsiders into the metal cage with him and Sam.
Sam was gasping and choking on blood, leaning heavily against the bars of the cell, trying to collect himself while Lucifer was busy with Dean and Amriel.
"Scared?" Lucifer asks the older Winchester, ignoring the blonde.
"Not even a little," Dean shook his head, and Amriel pulled out her angel blade, ready to protect her charge.
"Ah, ah, ah, moments like this, it's all about ambiance," Lucifer snapped and Heaven Must Be Missing an Angel starts playing. He started to dance, horribly in Amriel's opinion, and she moved to stab him.
Lucifer grabbed her by the waist with one arm, swinging her around and pushing her up against the bars, taking the opportunity to have a one on one chat with her while Dean was distracted with his brother.
"I can beat the Darkness," he whispered in her ear, and Amriel tried to shrug him off of her. "Me. Only me."
Amriel struggled against his hold, lifting one foot against a bar to get some leverage and pushed back against the archangel, knowing that she definitely couldn't beat him.
"You know I'm right, Amriel," Lucifer told her, "Where's Castiel at? I'm sure he would vouch for me…"
She continued to struggle, getting an arm free so she could thrust it back and into his stomach.
"Oh, so you wanna play that way?" Lucifer heaved a sigh and turned her around to face him, punching her once and sending her back into the bars. "I was trying to be nice!"
Amriel tried to defend herself as best she could, but Lucifer seemed to have fun punching her until she was unable to hold herself up.
Dean and Sam finally joined the fight, trying to keep Lucifer at bay until Rowena could finish the spell. She heard Castiel's voice from the other side of the room, asking if she was okay, asking how he could help as Lucifer fought the Winchesters.
"Get out of here, Cas!" she yelled, getting herself up off of the floor and grasping her blade tightly.
She charged at Lucifer again, giving Dean the opportunity to get out of his grasp. Lucifer rolled his eyes and punched her again, forcing her to the ground and standing over her. He set a foot on top of her blade and grinned, "So, last words?"
"Leave her alone, Lucifer!" Cas called out, watching the archangel as he towered over his wife, when a blinding flash of light suddenly filled the cell.
When the light died down, Lucifer is gone, leaving Amriel, Sam, and Dean in the cell with Cas standing outside of it.
The four returned to the room where Rowena and Crowley were, disheveled and exhausted.
"You're welcome…. Anyone?" Rowena looked at all of them.
"Bite me!" Dean snapped, and Crowley chuckled.
"So what now?" Sam asked, and Crowley said that he didn't have a clue.
Dean told him that they'd figure it out, shrugging and rolling his shoulder, trying to relieve the pain.
"This has been a horrible train wreck, so we're done," Crowley told them. "Team up over."
"So what about her?" Sam motioned to Rowena, who was watching them all with wide eyes.
"She stays," the demon said quickly. "The rest of you lot.. Get the hell out of Hell."
The four emerged onto the street where the Impala was parked, and Cas was immediately in front of Amriel, looking her over and asking if she was alright.
"I'm fine, Cas," she said with a small smile, looking over his shoulder at the brothers, who were watching very intently.
"You want me to give you lovebirds a lift?" Dean asked, and Amriel shook her head in response.
"No, you go on ahead. Cas, you should go with them. I- I have some things to sort through," she said.
Dean nodded and headed over to the Impala, but Castiel lingered in front of her, a frown on his face.
"Are you sure you want to be alone right now?" Cas asked, setting a gentle hand on her shoulder and squeezing carefully.
"Yeah, I just… I need some time, okay?" Amriel looked up at him and put her hand on top of his. "I'll be fine."
Castiel nodded and pressed a kiss to her forehead before heading off toward the car. Sam gave them a half-salute goodbye, and Cas and the brothers got into the car and drove off.
In Hell, Crowley was seated in a chair and Rowena was standing, massaging his temples.
She was telling her son about how much she hated him, how love was weakness, and she would never be weak again, when the door burst open and Amriel walked into the room.
"Amriel?" Crowley asked, watching the blonde run a hand through her hair before stuffing her hands in the back pockets of her denim shorts.
"Guess again," she smirked.
Crowley stares at her for a few moments, realization hitting him, "No."
"Lucifer," Rowena purred, and the archangel bowed dramatically.
"I'm back, baby!" Lucifer laughed.
"You can't be," Crowley gaped before looking to Rowena, "You finished the spell!"
"But if he was already in another vessel…" Rowena trailed off.
"Loophole!" Lucifer cheered, a grin spread across his new vessel's face.
"Bloody Hell," Crowley breathed before trying to make a move to the door, but Lucifer threw out an arm and sent him up against the far wall.
"Ooh, Rowena," Lucifer crooned, approaching the witch so their bodies were nearly touching, raising a hand and trailing his fingers along her cheek and jaw.
"My liege," she said lowly, staring up into the blonde's gray eyes, noting how completely different they looked now that Lucifer was in control. How much darker, and sinister they were.
"You know, what you've done for me, I'll never forget it," the archangel spoke quietly, reaching around and removing the witch-catcher device from around her neck.
"Twas my honor," Rowena sighed as the device was removed.
"Yes, twas… You deserve a reward." Lucifer trailed a finger down the bridge of her nose, then across her lips and said, "Or some little token of my affection. Have you ever been with a woman before?"
"Thank you… I can't say that I have," Rowena said, breathless, as Lucifer's cheek rested against hers.
He leaned in as though to kiss the witch, but backed away before their lips could touch, "Oh, just one teensy tiny little question. Can anyone else open the Cage?"
"Just me," she answered, and Lucifer nodded, resting his cheek against hers again. He grabbed her face and swiftly snapped her neck. Against the wall, Crowley flinched and watched in terror as his mother fell to the ground.
Lucifer sighed before turning to face Crowley, "Okay, let's chat."
"H-how? How did you manage to hide yourself from Castiel?" Crowley stammered as Lucifer approached him.
"I'm the Devil, I have a few tricks up my sleeve," Lucifer grinned. "Now, you and I have a lot to discuss."
Lucifer stood at the edge of a lake after laying down a few ground rules with Crowley, feeding the birds that were gathered around. He heaved a sigh, not liking the feeling of being in such a small vessel. Amriel inhabited a girl that was rather tiny, standing at probably 5'6" or 5'7", but Lucifer had to give it to the angel- the vessel was pretty. He had already used this to his advantage, getting insignificant humans to give him free liquor to take the edge off of being so trapped.
He could hear Amriel cursing at him from the place he had confined her to, a memory of the bunker where he had set her up with Netflix and a big screen TV.
"I thought I told you to be quiet and let me do what I need to do," he grumbled to himself as he sat down on a bench.
A man in a gray suit walked over and sat on the other bench, and Lucifer noticed the way he looks around nervously. The archangel got up and walked towards a nature path, well aware that the man had followed.
Lucifer walked down the path, whistling until he came to a stop in front of an enormous oak tree. The man in the suit approached him from behind, an angel blade in hand.
"Out of all the parks in the world, I pick one with an angel in it," Lucifer sighed.
The two went back and forth, Lucifer telling the angel that he was there to take down the Darkness, but the angel didn't believe him and tried to attack him. Lucifer had ended the fight with a snap of his fingers, making the angel explode and covering him in blood.
"Ugh. Great. Now I have to go shopping," Lucifer groaned, wiping some blood off of his face with his hand and then licking his fingers clean.
The phone in his pocket vibrated and he rolled his eyes, knowing exactly who the notification was from. Castiel had been blowing up his wife's phone, whether it was with texts or phone calls, and Lucifer had tried to keep their contact to a minimum, but not so infrequent that he would suspect anything.
He had gone through all of their messages and quickly picked up on her texting style- full sentences, punctuation. Very thorough and detailed when describing her activities and all of the mundane things she thought he would enjoy, like a sunset she had sent him a photo of, or the way she described an interaction between a woman and herself at a nail salon.
Lucifer pulled out the phone and read the message, Are you ok? Miss you, call me soon., and quickly tapped out a response, I'm doing much better. I miss you too. I'm on my way back to the bunker and should be there tomorrow. See you then.
With another roll of his eyes, Lucifer stuffed the phone back into the tiny pocket, mumbling about how women's clothing wasn't practical whatsoever. He snapped his fingers and all of the blood from the former angel was gone and the clothes were clean.
"Well, off to the bunker I suppose," Lucifer said to himself, and then the park was empty.
The archangel turned the bunker upside down looking for anything that would help him kill Amara. He had spent hours going through boxes, file cabinets, papers, books, and anything he could get his hands on, but couldn't find anything.
He was frustrated, annoyed, and ready to take off and disappear when he heard footsteps coming down the hallway.
"Hey!" Dean Winchester's voice rang out, and Lucifer tried not to tense up as he felt the presence of Castiel somewhere in the bunker as well.
"Hello Dean," Lucifer answered, slowly turning around to see him lowering his gun.
"Right, Cas said you were headed this way," Dean sighed. "We don't hear from you for days, you show up, you start wrecking the joint. What's going on?"
Castiel came into the room now, and Lucifer watched his eyes light up at the sight of the blonde vessel he was wearing.
"So you gonna explain what all of this is?" Dean asked, motioning to the boxes and papers strewn across the table.
"I'm- I'm looking for a spell, something to draw Amara out, but there's…" Lucifer paused, "There's nothing. After she had sent Cas away, she found me… and talked to me. She was weak, and I didn't kill her."
"Wait, what?" Cas asked, taking a step forward, and Lucifer tried to hide how uncomfortable he was with the closeness.
"I don't know- but there has to be something," Lucifer said, pitching his voice so he would sound hopeful. "How many more chances are we gonna get?"
Dean told him about the two shots he had at killing Amara and how he had frozen up each time. He had gone to his room to grab something, leaving Lucifer alone with Castiel, who had a look of concern all over his face.
"Are you sure you're alright?" he asked, and Lucifer nodded, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'm fine, Cas. Just a little shaken up after fighting Lucifer," the archangel lied easily, "I need some time, though."
Before Castiel could ask for clarification, Dean came back and placed a wooden box on the table.
Dean explained that more than the Mark connected him to Amara, and Lucifer correctly guessed that it was attraction. The Winchester unwrapped a golden blade from a cloth inside of the box, holding it up and showing it to the angels.
"A connection, attraction, I gotta tell you. It scares me," Dean admitted. "I don't know that I can stop it. I don't know that I can resist it."
Cas frowned and Lucifer set a hand on Dean's shoulder, careful to make it very platonic in front of Amriel's husband.
"It scares me and Cas too, but we will find out what this is, I promise," Lucifer said with a false determination. "In the end, it may help draw her out. This could be a good thing!"
Dean's phone started to ring, and when he got off the call with Sam, he told the angels that he had to get back to his brother.
Once he was gone, Lucifer was left alone with Castiel and he was filled with a tiny amount of dread. He had been hoping that the trench coat-clad idiot would have gone with his bestie, but it looked like he was wrong.
Cas smiled when he realized they were alone, taking Amriel's hand and pulling her into him in a tight hug.
"I missed you, Elle," he mumbled into her hair, squeezing her and breathing in the smell of her shampoo. He noticed that it didn't smell like her usual scent, but shook it off and let her go, watching her take a step back and smile slightly.
"I know, I missed you too," she answered in a soft voice, her expression going from happiness to something that looked like guilt. "But, I have to get back to searching for a way to find Amara. When… When she sent you to Hell, she found me. She told me that when G- Father was trying to figure out who would take over after he left, she suggested two. He apparently chose you, and Amara chose me. I want to find her and ask her why… I just want to know what we're supposed to do."
Cas stared down at Amriel, confusion filling his entire being. Amara had played a role in their fates?
"How about we split up?" the blonde proposed. "You search for ways to kill Amara, I search for ways to find her?"
"I really don't want to be apart from you," Cas frowned, "But, I understand. Divide and conquer, and so on. You'll keep in contact with me though, right?"
"Of course, Cas. Plus, distance makes the heart grow fonder, you know," she said with a laugh. "You can take the car. I'll clean up here then head to the bus station since I know you don't like buses."
Castiel nodded in agreement with her plan, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs and out of the bunker. They stood outside of the gold Lincoln and he leaned in to kiss her, surprised when she turned her face so he ended up kissing her rosy cheek.
"Text me if you find anything, okay?" she asked. "Stay safe."
"I will if you will. I love you, Amriel," Cas smiled, opening the car door and getting in.
"Love you too, Cas," Amriel answered in an airy voice, and he flashed her a grin in response before starting the car and driving off with a final wave.
"What a moron. Love you too, Cas," Lucifer mimicked in a high-pitched voice, rolling his eyes before snapping his fingers and disappearing.