Harvelle Supernatural

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Chapter 20: Dance with the Devil

Skylar's POV

There was no Christmas that year. Throughout the entire December, I spent on my exams, hiding my emotions after losing Jo and Ellen. Cheryl had her suspicions that something was wrong as she, Derik, and some of our bar mates tried to cheer me up. But I put most of my distractions in exams and projects.

When I opened Bobby's envelope, he instructed me to keep calling Ellen and Jo's cellphones. A week after the weather disasters in Missouri, go to the police station and file a missing person report. Inform the police that my family and friends (aka the Winchesters) went to Carthage to see the reenact the Battle of Hellhole. Sadly, since it was finals, I panicked, telling them I needed to go back to college and study and not waste time on historical performance. So my friends drove me back while Ellen and Jo stayed to watch.

The police bought my testimony until remembering the events of tornados, storms, and earthquakes; they warned me my family might not be alive. I nodded, giving the police Ellen and Jo's picture, the license plate, and the vehicle they were driving. Once the police got the details, the officers asked me to stay in town and keep in contact. I nodded, leaving the police station waiting for the answer I already know to be.

And through December, I did nothing but finals. I let my claircognizance take control of the exams and change specific answers to not make the professors suspicious of cheating. Thus, most of my tests are either B's or A-'s. While my portfolios are up to the verdicts of the professor.

Once Christmas came and went, followed by New Years'. I didn't go to Bobby's to celebrate, though he sent me a present along with the Winchesters. Merely a fancy bottle of perfume, a journal, and a necklace. Of course, the necklace had a symbol on it for protection against something evil. But everything else was simple, genuine, and normal.

During the winter break, I took a couple of online classes for economics while working at a small café. Occasionally taking pictures and selling them to the local newspaper or school blog. Otherwise, this was my normal human life. No research, no hunting, and no…no supernatural. Although, once I am alone in my dorm, I would cry. Just crying in the pain, I was in, mourning over my mom and sister. How much I missed them so and pray, the angels could have mercy and bring them back to life.

But heaven turned their back from me. No angel would come and answer my prayers. I started to believe God is gone like Castiel had said. The Angels are selfish, worrying about their sorry asses instead of their obligation to protect mankind. Practically, I was losing my religion. When I was not doing hunting or research, I would go to church…but now I just spend my Sundays alone in my dorm doing nothing.

It wasn't until the near end of January did the police called, announcing they had terrible news. The officer and investigator came to the dorm announcing the dreaded news. They found Ellen's car, along with the casualties count in Carthage. How two people died in a gas explosion at a hardware store. Dental records confirmed that the bodies were Ellen and Jo along with the jeep mom drives. I just broke down sobbing to finally hear it from reality. I spent two months with this secret, and now that it is in the light…I can just let go. Cheryl comforted me while the officer explained that their ashes would be delivered.

After a week of planning the funeral…there was no funeral actually. Just Cheryl, a couple of my friends, and Bobby came over as I had my family ashes in two urns and buried at the cemetery my father was buried. Having Ellen sharing the same tombstone with Bill while buying another tombstone for Jo. I needed a moment, so my classmate left to the parking lot while Bobby was next to me.

"They are at peace, kid," Bobby said.

"Now they are," I whispered.

Bobby placed a hand on my own. "Remember, if you need anything, my place is open."

"Bobby, I don't want to bother you," I said.

"Nonsense," Bobby said. "Ellen wanted me to make sure you're okay, Skylar. Don't be afraid to call if ya need anything or a place to stay during the summer or after graduation."

"Might take that offer," I murmured. "Will be graduating early."

With all the distractions I put in my school work and the more classes I'll be taking in the summer and spring. I would do anything to move on. Even if it cost me the full college experience. I just need to keep moving. Already I have shared my photos with a photography company. Been in contact with this photography company called Americana after a competition to promote the arts. Now Americana asked for my portfolio after the semester with the help of my professor. If I get the job, then I would move wherever Americana assign me. Hopefully, it would be in a city. Somewhere new.

"It still hurts, you know," I said. "I have nightmares. I keep seeing their death over and over again. Will it ever stop?"

Bobby sighed, "I don't know. It's up to you."

I nodded. After standing there in front of tombstones for an hour, I got behind Bobby and rolled him back to the parking lot. He assures me that I will make it through this, and I will always have him and the Winchesters. We went our separate ways after that.

.o0o.

I fixed my makeup then looked at the dress I was wearing. It was February 14th 2010, Valentine's Day. I dread this day, for no matter how many times I presented myself available, I just couldn't get a date. The college was hosting a formal party for young couples. The idea made me sick to my stomach. Yet, they asked me to be part of the photo booth. At least I'll get paid.

So here I am, taking romantic pictures of couples who stood in front of a cheesy backdrop. A redo of prom photos of current relationships. Let alone the love songs playing as couples dance on the dance floor. I ignore the romance in the air. You know what, this is pure torture. The guy, who shows interest in you, kisses you before his brother shoots the Devil and fails, and now we stand on … it's complicated.

Well, with the apocalypse and everything romance or any sign of affection at the moment. Although, I debated if that will ever happen. With Sam being Lucifer's true vessel and the Devil wants to eradicate the existence of humans. Now I'm alone in a damn Valentine's Day dance surrounded by corny stuff while people in love.

Around nine o'clock was I allowed to enjoy the party. Of course, I felt like a third wheel. Just sitting in a corner with a plate of sweets while watching romance. It makes me sick. Even though Sam couldn't be here, it would be nice to have some sort of sign that he cares. I mean, what is wrong with a card? I picked up a damn cheap mask snapping the stupid elastic string over and over again.

"May I have this dance?" A male voice asked.

I look up to see a man, probably in his thirties, with blond hair while wearing a suit. He wore a black leather mask. His voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I doubt this man was a teacher since this was a small community. A graduate student probably.

"What?" I repeated.

"A dance," the man said.

Looking around to see no other fellow would come and save the day, I nodded, accepting his offer. He took my hand gingerly, leading towards the dance floor. Come Away with Me by Norah Jones played as the stranger held my right hand while his left rested on my waist. Surprisingly he kept it there and follows the pace of the music. At first, the dance felt soothing; you know a girl finally get a chance to dance. However, after the song ended, I felt something was off. Like a dark presence has entered the room.

"So, who are you?" I asked while we dance. "Do you have a name, stranger?"

The man chuckled, "I go by many names."

"Like what?" I asked curiously.

"Satan, Devil, Serpent," he listed.

What he listed brought memories from December back in Carthage. The conversation with him and Sam Winchester before Death was resurrected. Why am I so stupid to not recognize his voice? Damn it! I yanked myself to get away from him, yet the devil had a firm hold.

"Lucifer," I hissed. "Why're ya here?"

"To see you, my dear," Lucifer replied casually.

"You would risk your time with me." I scoff.

"It appears so," Lucifer murmured.

"Well, you're wasting your time. Sam is not here, and I don't know where he is." I said.

"Don't worry, I have my resources. I'm just here for pleasure." He said. "I like to know about my vessel. What better way than a Claircognizance to give them."

"As if I'll tell you," I sneered.

Lucifer smirked as his grip on my hand tightens to a point, I felt my index finger snap. I gasped, biting my lip to prevent a cry. The last thing I need is ruining the disguise and have everyone here killed if they suspect something was wrong.

"I admire your loyalty." He said.

"The loyalty you lack," I growled.

Lucifer sighed as the next song played. "You people misunderstand me. You call me "Satan" and "Devil," but... Do you know my crime? I loved God too much. And for that, he betrayed me—punished me. Just as he's punished you. After all, how could God stand idly by while your mother and sister died in vain in an attempt of killing me?"

"Don't," I ground out.

"There are only two rational answers, Skylar—either he's sadistic, or he simply doesn't care. You're angry and hurt. You have every right to be angry. I am angry, too. That's why I want to find him—hold him accountable for his actions. Just because he created us doesn't mean he can toy with us, like playthings." Lucifer added.

"Because you couldn't accept us humans," I said. "God gave you a command to love mankind, to protect us, yet you rebelled. Even though my people and I are not so divine, we are one and the same. And you and your kind don't see it. If you haven't rebelled, you wouldn't have fallen.

There would be no evil, no Hell, and no demons. Everyone I cared for would still be alive. But it doesn't matter to you. Practically all of you angels are opportunists. You, Castiel, Zachariah, nearly every angel up there cares nothing but yourselves. If you had obeyed, none of this would have happened. You would have been with your family, and I would still have mine."

"It doesn't work that way," Lucifer murmured, amused. "I admire your openness. I see why Sammy would come to you for wisdom." He twirled me around, sending pain into my hand before bringing us back together. "Help me, Skylar, and I shall reward you."

"You can't bring back what is already gone," I growled.

"No, but I can spare you." He said. He spun me around again, my back pressed against his chest,

his arms wrapped around me, imprisoning me. Since the song that was playing was very intimate than a simple waltz. His lips whispering along with my ear. "Sam will say yes to me, Skylar."

"No, he won't," I gulped.

"He will, but I want to make things easier for him when the apocalypse comes. If you are there and he behaves, then I'll consider him having control now and then."

"You lie," I gasp.

"Am I?" he murmured.

A slight headache consumed me till having a vision. I found myself in a white gown, standing in a dying garden filled with roses. Up in the sky, a storm was reaching as lighting strike nearby. Let alone the fragrance the air of smoke and death. Confused, I turned around to see Sam in a white suit. I walked over to him until he turned around, facing me. At first, I thought it was Sam. However, his eyes were not green. They were ice blue, like most angels. I stepped back, surprise, realizing it was Lucifer.

"Where am I?" I demanded.

"Don't worry, you're physically in Nebraska," Lucifer said…yet it was Sam's voice. He grabbed my hand, forcing me inside a mansion. "Here, you can be my pet, Sam's companion, if you just help me. You will be treated like a princess. Almost a queen."

I yanked my hand back, comprehending what he is saying. "You mean a concubine."

Lucifer stopped, "Intimacy is not what I require though our dear Sam will need."

We entered what appears to be the master bedroom. It was very European with rich furniture on ebony hardwood floors, white walls, and golden accents. The marble fireplace was a portrait of the archangel of Lucifer. Probably his interpretation of himself before he had fallen. Though magnificent the room was in marketing, it was too flawless. Let alone the large king-size four-post bed center of the room.

"No!" I shouted.

Suddenly we were back on the dance floor. Lucifer held me tighter this time, almost constricting like a python. "I'm giving you a gift, and you say no to me."

"I'm saying no, for I don't know." I panicked.

We stood there as the people around us danced. All of them not knowing that the Devil stood center on the dance floor, holding me captive. He can do anything, snap my neck or worse, kill everyone for my behavior. Yes, Lucifer is offering me life. But it is not the life I so desire. I rather be dead than be some sort of slave. A pet!

Lucifer slides his hand till it wrapped against my throat. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to snap it. However, he doesn't do so. Instead, he pulled my head back, so our eyes met. "Think about it."

Like that, the sound of angel wings could be heard. Feeling my arms free, I turned around to find Lucifer gone. Shaken by what happen, I stumbled out of the dance floor and collapsed into a chair. My entire body is shaking violently at what just happen. I danced with the Devil, and he offered me a deal. A deal I would still be alive in exchange Sam would have control over his body now and then.

Though tempting it was, I couldn't. I won't live the rest of my life while everyone I loved so dearly parish—the world plagued by the Croatoan virus. Not wanting to let my family's death be in vain. Most importantly, destroy what little pride I have left.

Overwhelmed by what happen, I left the dance without informing the staff. Just simply picked up my coat and purse and ran to the apartment where all the sigils and charms are held. Once there, I locked the door to my room and collapsed on the floor, crying. Blindly my hand scavenged my purse, dialing the only purse on speed dial.

"Bobby Singer," the voice answered.

"Bobby," I cried.

"Skylar, what's wrong?" Bobby asked immediately.

"I…I need your help," I answered.

.o0o.

One week later

I drove through Sioux Falls, reaching my destination of Singer Salvage Yard. After encountering Lucifer and calling Bobby…I am no longer safe. Not anywhere anymore. So, Bobby asked me the most horrible question, and that is to drop out of college. We made a compromise that I take the rest of the semester off. Drop out of my classes, kept my online course, and discuss with my photography professor that after the death of my mom and sister…I needed time to mourn. My professor understood.

After dealing with paperwork and telling my friends why I was leaving, if not scrubbing the demon trap and sigils off. I got in my 2005 Acura TSX and headed off to South Dakota. The only safest place right now is Bobby's place with his demon proof panicked room. Hopefully, the Winchesters and Bobby will stop the apocalypse before it was too late.

By late afternoon did I reach the salvage yard. When I pulled up in the private driveway, Bobby came out in his wheelchair. I got out of the car, being careful with the brace on my hand. Luckily Lucifer didn't break my index fingers. Just bruised to a point, it would have snapped. I lied to the doctor, saying I was a klutz, and accidentally slammed the door on my hand. Bet my college health insurance is going crazy on the many visits.

"Glad you can make it," Bobby said.

"With hell blowing over, you got the only iron panic room." I dryly said.

"Well, let's get you inside and a shot of whisky," Bobby offered.

"Now you're talking." I chuckled. I grabbed my purse along with my computer bag before following Bobby inside his house.

"So, I called the boys and inform them what happened. This might cheer you up, the boy's ganked famine." Bobby announced.

Right, Valentine's Day, the Winchesters got on a case of a couple going cannibal on each other while having sex. I shuddered on the imagery. Also knew something was wrong after experiencing the demon detox that Sam had. Luckily, I was basically having the flu symptoms compared to the last episode.

"Now Conquest and Death to go," I added.

"Actually, it's Pestilence, not Conquest." Bobby corrected. He opened the door, rolling himself in.

"Oh, come on-"I whined, about to debate on that.

However, when I stepped through Bobby's house, my foot did not land on worn-out hardwood flooring. Instead, I stumbled on the sand. Sand? I caught my bearing looking around to find myself no longer in Sioux Falls but a beach. Already people were out with surfboards running towards the ocean as waves grew, also out of place wearing winter gear at seventy-degree weather.

I walked around to find a source where I am until I reached the forest to see a peculiar creature that lived in one country. A Koala? You got to be joking. Koala, hot weather, beach…I am in Australia.

"Skylar!" somebody called my name.

I turned around to see a familiar face—a boy with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Although the last time I saw him, he was ten now, he looked like a thirteen-year-old. Much taller with tan skin covered in freckles. The boy smiled at me, holding a surfboard.

"Je…Jesse?" I guessed.

"Duh, who else," Jesse replied. Jesse Turner, the Cambion from Alliance, Nebraska.

"Jesse, where am I?" I asked.

"Victoria, Australia," Jesse answered. "I lost your number, so I brought you here instead."

Australia! I thought in shock.

I felt like I was going to faint. Jesse saw this as he helped me sit down, putting me in some sort of fetal position with my head between my knees. I took several breaths, yet the sudden teleportation just took it all in.

"Hey, Skylar…I need a favor?" Jesse said. Looked at him in what he needed. "I need you to be

my legal aunt so I could compete in the junior surfing competition."


Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated the story. I needed a break from Supernatural and figure out where to go.

In case you are wondering, no, there will be no pairing of Lucifer and Skylar. Lucifer went to Skylar to get her to join his team to get closer to Sam.

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