Rock Never Dies Part 2

Castiel's phone vibrated and he saw a text from Tommy. "Guys."

Crowley and the Winchesters looked over at Castiel, curious.

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They all stood outside of Club Meteor and Castiel was on the phone.

"Ugh," the angel complained. "Tommy's still not answering."

"Well, he got us here. That's what matters." Dean replied as he grabbed the Enochian handcuffs and closed the trunk.

"Enochian handcuffs. That's your move?" Crowley raised his brows in disbelief.

"They held me," Castiel muttered.

"You're not him." Crowley retorted.

"We have no sure bets here, okay?" Dean huffed. "Anything that we use is gonna be like popping BBs."

"Oh, great pep talk. Go, team." Crowley remarked sarcastically.

"Guys, we're here to do more than just take a shot at Lucifer," Angela informed.

"We are?" Crowley frowned.

"Yes," Sam nodded. "We need to save the people inside, too."

"I'll take Lucifer," Castiel replied. "He's my responsibility."

"No, he's not. He's all of our responsibility." Sam corrected.

"Well, the only way you'll clear that crowd without drawing fire is if he's otherwise engaged," Castiel argued.

"Engaged in what, Cas? Killing you?" Dean frowned deeply.

"Cas, you'll last… three minutes top." Angela added.

"Then I'll buy you three minutes," Castiel replied.

"Make it four." Crowley piped up, earning shocked looks from the Winchesters. "What? I help."

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Sam, Dean, and Angela made their way into the club and Angela held Grace tightly.

"Sorry," Sam apologized as he shoved through people.

Sam noticed the emergency fire switch and gestured his plan to Dean and Angela.

"Hey, you guys—you guys smell smoke?" Dean yelled out.

"One, two, three!" the fans yelled, ignoring Dean. "Vince! Vince!"

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"No, seriously, I—I—I think I smell smoke, everyone." Dean stammered.

"Sure you're not having a stroke?" one of the younger fans laughed.

"Hey, I'm serious," Dean replied. "We need to get out of here."

"Step off, dad."

"Hey, listen to me," Dean grabbed him. "We've got to go, okay?"

"What's your problem, man?! Get off me!"

"We gotta…" Dean trailed off as a security guard grabbed him. "All right, yeah."

"Get this guy off me!"

"No, listen to me, okay?" Dean stressed. "Listen, we gotta get out of here."

"What's your problem old man?"

"Okay. All right, yeah." Dean huffed. "Okay. Look, we gotta get everybody out of here."

Meanwhile, Sam pulled the emergency fire switch and the alarm started ringing.

"Fire!" one of the men yelled.

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Suddenly, the fire alarm stopped and 'The Bloody Messiah' started playing again.

"No," Sam frowned as the crowd came back in. "No, no, no, no."

"Oh, no." Angela groaned.

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Lucifer walked onto the stage and grinned sinisterly. "Hello, L.A.!"

The crowd started to cheer wildly, while Sam, Dean, and Angela just looked fearful.

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"What a crowd!" Lucifer yelled out.

"I love you, Vince!" a woman in the crowd yelled.

"Look at all those fresh, new faces." Lucifer smiled. "Everyone excited?"

In response, the fans started clapping and cheering even louder.

"Yeah, you should be! Tonight's not gonna be a typical show. Tonight, you're gonna see and feel things you never saw or felt."

"Yeah!" the crowd yelled.

"Things might get a little messy," Lucifer smirked.

"Ah, screw it," Dean grumbled as he took out his gun and fired it at the ceiling. "He's got a gun!"

The fans started screaming and ran toward the exit.

"We gotta go!" Sam yelled. "We gotta go! Go, go! Come on, guys!"

As Sam tried to get everyone out of the club, Lucifer tried to stop the crowd by forcing the door shut.

"No, no. No, no, no." Sam grunted as he tried to keep the door open. "Go! Go!"

Just as the last person escaped, Lucifer slammed the door shut, trapping the three hunters with him.

"Nuh-uh-uh," Lucifer growled.

Suddenly, Castiel appeared on the stage and attacked Lucifer by smashing his face with a guitar.

"Hey, assbutt!"

However, Castiel was easily deflected. Dean took the stage and placed the Enochian handcuffs on Lucifer.

"Hi, Dean." Lucifer grinned.

Lucifer simply threw Dean off the stage and shrugged the cuffs off. Sam and Angela rushed toward Dean.

"Sam. Angela. Enjoy the show?" Lucifer smirked. "Mm, guys, you know I could end you all with a snap of my finger? Why would I do that when you can't do anything…" he trailed off as he stopped Castiel from stabbing him. "…to me?"

"Why are you doing this?" Angela demanded as she held Grace protectively.

Lucifer chuckled. "Why?"

"You and God made up. You forgave him." Sam reminded. "What would he think?"

"I'm not especially interested in his opinion. Dear old Dad, he finally apologized for abandoning me. And what the very next thing he does? He ditches me!" Lucifer laughed. "And you, too, by the way. And rides off into the sunset with Auntie Amara. He needed my help, and he'd say anything to get it. His words, your words, they mean nothing. Don't you get it? This is all meaningless! Hell, this world." He sneered. "If it ever meant anything, that moment is past. Nothing down here but a bunch of hopeless distraction addicts, so filled with emptiness, so desperate to fill up the void… they don't mind being served another stale rerun of a rerun. You know what my plan is? I don't have one. I'm just gonna keep on smashing Daddy's already broken toys and make you watch."

"Yeah?" Sam asked as Lucifer's vessel started to dissolve. "'Cause it kinda looks like you're falling apart."

"Yeah, you got a little something, uh, right here." Dean gestured to his face. "I mean, face it, rock is dead."

"What can I say?" Lucifer smirked. "Kicking your ass took a lot out of me. But don't worry. Onward and upward."

Lucifer escaped Vince's body, which dropped to the ground and continued to deteriorate.

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Sam, Angela, Castiel, and Crowley were standing outside the car while waiting for Dean to close the trunk. Grace was in her car seat, sleeping. Crowley had been beaten badly by Lucifer, and his right eye was swollen.

"How you feelin'?" Dean asked.

"I'm not dead," Castiel replied.

"Well, I gotta hand it to you. You said you were gonna draw Lucifer's fire and you drew some serious fire."

"Oh, it was a grand success." Crowley scoffed.

"Well, we didn't catch Lucifer, but we did save the crowd," Dean shrugged. "So, I'm gonna call that a win."

"I wouldn't," Sam muttered. "Vince Vincente is dead."

"We never even hoped to save him," Dean argued. "And, yes, I know, the third album—

"No, he was still a person," Sam interrupted. "And he meant something to a lot of people. And Lucifer just took all that and just twisted all that up and snuffed it out. Lucifer was bad enough when he had a plan, a motive. Now he's just having fun. I mean, how many people died tonight? Them, this, it's all on us. We let him out. We're not winning. We're just losing slow. And you heard what he said."

"Onwards and upwards. He's gone big." Crowley muttered.

"And he'll go bigger," Castiel added.

"And we will stop him, baby," Angela promised her husband. "We will. It's what we do, Sam."

A/N: Hey, y'all, I hope you liked this chapter! And thank you so much for the recent reviews! I love hearing from you guys and what you think of my writing :) To answer one of the most recent reviews, Dean won't be finding an OC love interest in this series. This series focuses more on the love story between Sam and Angie. However, I have definitely been thinking about starting a Dean/OC series ;) Love you guys, xoxo

~Emily