LOTUS Part 2

Lebanon, Kansas

In the bunker, Castiel, Angela, Dean, and Grace were in the library. Sam was off to the side, looking nervous as he dialed Mick's number.

"Hello," Mick's voice rang through. "Mick Davies here. Leave a mess—

Sam immediately hung up and swallowed nervously.

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"Even if Crowley does bring in Rowena, the problem remains. Lucifer can't be returned to the cage inside his vessel." Castiel explained as Sam walked in and sat next to Angela. "His essence has to be extracted."

"Yeah. And Lucifer has found the perfect safe house." Angela sighed heavily. "I mean, how do we even start getting close to the President?"

"Well, it helps that he's not in D.C," Dean replied. "Well, he's, uh, actually on a fundraising swing through the Midwest."

"Yeah, right now, it looks like his whole party—aides, Secret Service, the whole circus—is staying at an estate owned by Ron Forester, the, uh, hedge fund zillionaire," Sam muttered as he scrolled through the website. "It's right outside Indianapolis. But, it is completely surrounded by walls, security, Secret Service, military… Plan B?"

"He's got a hell of a speaking schedule," Dean replied. "He's averaging three events a day, and he's got a gala dinner on Friday night."

"Well, at least he'll be outside of the mansion," Castiel noted.

"Yeah, guarded like the Hope Diamond," Sam replied. "Plan C?"

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Castiel was walking across the war room with two cups of coffee. His hands started shaking uncontrollably and his vision went blurry. It got so bad that he dropped the cups, causing them to shatter, and grabbed his head with one hand.

"Aah!"

Dean, Sam, and Angela rushed over in concern.

"Cas?" Dean frowned. "Cas? Hey."

"Something's happened," Castiel grunted. "Something… Angel radio… There are so many voices."

"What are they saying?" Angela's brows furrowed.

"There's been a massive surge in celestial energy," Castiel answered. "A Nephilim has come into being. It's the offspring of an angel and a human."

"And that's big news?" Dean raised his brows.

"Yes, but the power to produce this is immense. It's much, much greater than a typical angel."

"Lucifer." Sam's face fell visibly.

"W—Lucifer?" Dean's eyes widened. "I didn't know he was dating."

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Sam, Dean, and Angela were in the front seat of the Impala while Castiel and Grace were in the back. They sped passed a sign that said, 'Indianapolis 50.'

Sam held his phone up to his ear. "Yeah, and hey, Crowley? Uh, find out from your government mole if there's girlfriend or a mistress or a favorite hooker. Someone we don't know about. Got it. All right." He said before hanging up. "Crowley and Rowena will meet us in Indianapolis. Do we have a plan?"

"Impeach LOTUS and find Rosemary's Baby." Dean shrugged.

The Impala turned at the intersection and a black SUV started coming up behind them. Dean groaned as the sirens started blaring and pulled over.

"Aw, crap." He muttered before turning to Castiel "All right. Stay here. We got this."

"You mind staying here, too, baby?" Sam asked Angela.

"Yeah, I'll stay here." Angela smiled softly.

"Thank you, Angie," Sam replied before he and Dean exited the car. "Gentleman, is there a problem?"

Dean flashed his FBI badge. "Federal Agents, guys. We need to keep going."

"And I need six-grand by Saturday, but that ain't happening either." Rick sassed.

"You guys know who you're talking to?" Sam demanded.

"Winchesters," Rick replied, shocking the boys. "You make those toy badges in craft class on the psyche ward? Nice car, by the way. Really stands out."

Rick pulled a gun out of his waistband and Dean grabbed his arm and punched him in the face.

"Hey. Wait a second now," Sam held up his hands as two men approached him.

Sam grabbed one of the men and slammed him into the Impala before he turned and punched the other one. The three continued to fight as Dean and Rick struggled over the gun.

"Let him go. Now." Dean warned the men.

Rick managed to get the gun from Dean and stepped away, pointing it at him. Sam had one man in a headlock. When Rick aimed at Dean, Sam let the man go. The brothers raised their hands while Castiel and Angela got out of the car.

"Stop! Don't move!" Rick yelled.

Dean held an arm out to Castiel. "Cas, don't."

As they all stood there, they turned to watch as a black limousine approached. Jazz-type music played from the car and a man stepped out and shot a grenade at the SUV. Everyone ducked for cover except Castiel, who just stood there looking quizzically as the SUV burst into flames. The man walked toward the aides who were lying on the ground.

"You. Angel. Wipe their memories." The man instructed with a smooth British accent.

Rick started to get up and the man kicked him in the face before he approached Sam, Dean, Angela, and Castiel.

"U.S. government plates. Elite dogcatcher level." The man noted. "Someone special wants you. Whose hydrant have you been tinkling on?"

"I'm sorry," Dean scoffed. "Who the hell are you?"

"Oh. Where are my manners?" the man smirked. "Arthur Ketch. British Men of Letters."

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Sam, Dean, Angela, Castiel, and Arthur were standing around their cars in the forest that night. Angela held Grace, who was sleeping.

"So, it's all very simple, really," Arthur started. "Mick Davies asked you to join our effort, which we're taking international. My instructions are to strongly encourage a 'yes.'"

"So, what?" Castiel narrowed his eyes. "You've just been following us?"

"Not at all," Arthur assured. "We're good dogs. We only come when called. And he," he nodded toward Sam. "Called."

"You what?" Angela looked at her husband in disbelief.

"I-I didn't, uh… I hung up." Sam stammered.

"Yes, you did," Arthur nodded. "Which made Mr. Davies think that you were in trouble, which you were. So, he rings me. Bing, band, boom. Meet Bob. He's your uncle. Oh, and, um, you're welcome. Hmm?"

"And why should we believe anything you have to say?" Dean snapped.

"You, Halo." Arthur nodded to Castiel. "Do you sense I'm lying?"

"My name is Castiel," he replied. "And… no. But the truth can be situational."

"Oh," Arthur chuckled. "Oh, I do enjoy an angel. But I understand your hesitation. You haven't exactly seen us at our best. Lady Bevell is a bit… excitable."

"She tried to kill us." Dean glared.

"Like I said, excitable."

"And you're better?" Sam questioned.

"I don't care about you one way or the other." Arthur shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm not an ideologue."

"And all you wanna do is help these American Hunters to clear this country of monsters?" Castiel asked skeptically.

"We understand things are different here. We're eager to collaborate." Arthur assured. "The British Men of Letters are centuries old. We can offer expertise, weaponry, skills."

"Like we saw out on the road?" Angela quirked a brow.

"I'm an artist, Mrs. Winchester." Arthur held up his key remote and popped open the trunk of the car. "I pain in many colors."

"Was that a grenade launcher?" Dean asked curiously.

"Quite." Arthur nodded.

"Ah."

"Our engineers have spent years blending sorcery and technology. For instance, we don't always decapitate vampires. Inefficient, really, especially for large nests." Arthur pulled a weapon out of the trunk. "We irradiate them, reorder their DNA. Their own blood becomes lethal to them."

"Cool." Sam smiled lightly.

"Mm. The toys are the fun part, hmm?" Arthur smirked and he took a large golden egg with ancient symbols etched into it out of the trunk. "Hyperbolic Pulse Generator. Exorcisms are unreliable. This device emits a force which drives the possessing demon from the vessel."

"What about a, uh, possessing angel?" Sam asked curiously.

"And what might you be working on?" Arthur inquired.

"Well, you want us to trust you, you're gonna have to trust us first," Dean replied.

"And that means?" Arthur quirked a brow.

~/~\~

Indianapolis, Indiana

In the motel room, Crowley watched as Dean took the hyperbolic pulse generator out of a cloth bag.

"So, you're gonna pop Lucifer out of the President with that?" Crowley scoffed lightly.

"I hope so," Dean replied. "Otherwise, we're all dead. Then, Rowena zaps him back to the cage. Of course, we gotta get him here, first."

"Yeah. We need to get ahold of this, uh, secret girlfriend Crowley found out about." Sam replied. "This… Kelly."

"Of course, she's in that mansion with the President, which is guarded like a fortress," Angela added. "Which means, only one of us has a chance of getting in there."

Sam, Angela, Dean, Castiel, and Rowena all looked at Crowley.

"Bollocks." He muttered.

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Kelly sat on the motel bed holding a glass of water. "No, no, you're making it up. It's impossible."

"Well, to be fair, so is teleporting," Dean replied. "But… ta-da."

"Who are you people?" Kelly asked nervously.

"Well, dear, I'm a witch." Rowena waved and then nodded to Castiel. "He's an angel."

Crowley raised his hand. "And I'm the King of Hell."

"Oh, God." Kelly gasped.

"No, actually, he left," Castiel informed.

"Okay, guys, not helping." Sam cut in.

"You—you can't. He's the President." Kelly stressed.

"He was, but now…" Angela trailed off. "Tell me he hasn't been acting different."

"Jeff's been under a lot of stress," Kelly reasoned. "He—

"Wrong." Crowley interrupted. "He's the Devil. Horns, pitchfork, the whole nine."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Crowley, still not helping. Listen, we know what we're talking about here. We have been on Lucifer's trail for a long time."

"And we know you're pregnant with his child," Rowena added.

"That's—that's—you're lying," Kelly argued.

"The thing inside you, it's unholy." Castiel opened the nightstand and pulled out a bible. "It's an abomination."

"That's n—

Castiel held the Bible in front of Kelly. "Place your hand here."

Kelly looked up at him and reluctantly placed her hand on the Bible. Immediately, her handprint was seared into the cover and erupted in flames. She quickly pulled her hand away and Dean brought over a trash can and a pitcher of water. Castiel dropped the Bible into the trash can and Dean doused the flames out with the water.

"No." Kelly breathed out. "Oh, no."

"Does he even know you're knocked up?" Dean questioned.

"Yes, he… He said he was thrilled. He said it was the only time he ever created anything."

"Kelly… we need your help." Angela pleaded.

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The guards searched the hotel room. Sam, Dean, Angela, Rowena, and Grace were waiting in an adjected room. Angela held Grace on her hip. Once they heard the guards leave, the hunters and Rowena walked into the main room.

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Kelly opened the door and swallowed nervously when she saw Lucifer.

"Kelly," he greeted as he walked into the room. "Kelly, what's wrong?"

"I told you on the phone," she replied. "I can't have this baby."

Lucifer clenched his jaw and grabbed Kelly around the neck, slamming her into the wall. "I'm afraid I'll have to insist."

His eyes glowed red as he choked Kelly. Sam burst out of the adjacent room holding the hyperbolic pile generator. He placed his hand on a sigil that was painted on the inside of the door he came through.

"Sam!" Lucifer yelled in annoyance.

"Vade retro," Sam chanted.

"We've done this dance so many times." Lucifer sneered.

"Princeps Inferni."

The weapon started to glow and Lucifer actually started to look worried. He walked away from Kelly and stalked toward Sam. The hyperbolic pulse generator shot a white light at Lucifer's chest, driving him away. A strong wind was created by the light stream coming out of the weapon. Sam was struggling to keep his place as Dean and Angela burst into the room.

"Sam!" Dean yelled.

Lucifer swept his arm toward Dean, Angela, and Rowena but nothing happened. Light bulbs were popping as the stream of light continued to pulsate into Lucifer.

"Rowena, now!" Angela yelled as she held Grace tighter.

Rowena stood over a table with a large bowl and candles on it. She dropped something into the bowl and flames erupted. "Mah tay, ez loh, say tah!"

The light pulse continued for several seconds as the wind and noise started to pick up. Lucifer's face started to crack.

"This isn't over, Sam!" Lucifer bellowed.

"Go to Hell!" Sam yelled.

"Mah tay, ez loh, say tah! Mah tay, ex loh, say tah!"

A stream of white light streamed out of Lucifer's mouth and swirled down into a heating vent. The room went deadly quiet. With Lucifer out of his body, Jeff collapsed to the floor and Castiel knelt beside him.

"He's alive. He won't remember anything."

"Oh, Jeff. Oh, my God." Kelly crawled toward him. "Jeff? Oh, my God."

"We gotta go. Get her out of here. Go." Sam instructed.

"Wait, wait." Kelly shook her head.

"Kelly, you gotta go. Go. Cas, take Angie and Grace with you." Sam told the angel.

Angela frowned. "What? Sam—

"The Secret Service are still out there. Baby, you gotta get out of here." Sam stressed.

Castiel grabbed Angela's arm and rushed her out of the room with Kelly.

"Sam!" Angela called out as Dean shut the door.

"We got him." Dean breathed out. "We got Lucifer."

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Jeff started to rouse and the hunters knelt beside him.

"Mr. President?" Sam asked.

"Okay. All right," Dean patted his chest. Take it easy, Tiger."

Suddenly, the brothers heard pounding on the door.

"Mr. President!" one of the guards yelled before kicking in the door, guns were drawn. "On your feet! Hands on your heads!"

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Castiel pulled Angela away from the hotel and Kelly followed them out a back door.

"I want Daddy," Grace whimpered.

"Cas, you have to let me go back in there!" Angela stressed.

"Angela, Sam told me to get you and Grace out of there. That's what I'm doing." Castiel replied.

~/~\~

"Whoa," Sam held his hands up.

"Hands on your heads!"

"Okay, listen, we were just trying t—

"Shut up!" the guard yelled. "You are under arrest for the attempted assassination of the President of the United States."

~/~\~

As one black SUV pulled away from the hotel, a heavy-duty armored vehicle pulled in. Sam and Dean were taken out of the hotel room in handcuffs on their wrists and ankles. Rick looked on as they were loaded into the armored car. The brothers shared a worried look.

"Looks good from here," a voice came from the walkie.

~/~\~

Castiel, Kelly, Angela, and Grace were sitting in a diner. Angela sat next to Castiel with Grace on her lap.

"I'm sorry," Kelly apologized. "I just… I need a minute."

Kelly stood up and walked toward the women's restroom. She hesitated at the door and when Castiel and Angela weren't looking, she snuck out the back door.

"Cas, we have to go back," Angela pleaded. "If the Secret Service went back in there—

"Angela, Sam wanted to make sure you and Grace were safe." Castiel interrupted.

Angela paused and then her brows furrowed slightly. "Kelly's been in the restroom a while…"

Castiel got up and stood outside the restroom. "Kelly. Kelly, are you all right? Kelly?"

As Castiel opened the bathroom door, his cell phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"Castiel…" Kelly's voice cracked. "I can't do it."

"Kelly." Castiel frowned.

"I can feel it inside me. I'm its mother."

"Kelly, you listen to me," Castiel started firmly. "This is not a baby. This is the spawn of Lucifer."

"It's my child." She replied before the line went dead.

"No, no. Kelly, you…" Castiel huffed and walked back over to Angela. "She's gone."

~/~\~

Sam and Dean were in the heavy-duty armored car that sped down the road. Dean looked at Sam, who just shook his head and swallowed nervously.

A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you liked this chapter! And thank you for the recent reviews, I love hearing from you guys! Love y'all, xoxo :)

~Emily