I'd like to thank DSCWin for this idea so here's a free shout out! Mix of a Christmas special.

Chapter 7

Mysteries

Ianari opened his eyes to see Skylar in a hospital bed with a bandage over her stomach; the little machine was beeping indicating that she was still alive. He sighed with relief in knowing that she was okay, but something was off she looked different. She was sleeping peacefully or so it seemed, she was scrunched up into a ball. The lights started to flicker and the room started to shake, was it an archangel telling Ianari to leave? Or was it something else? He looked over to Skylar who had a different outfit on all white, and black wings were appearing behind her spreading around the whole room. The wings were at least ten times the size of his wings. Her eyes snapped open to show her emerald eyes brighter than usual; almost like a lime green. She reached towards Ianari, he wants to run towards her but chains were holding him back from doing so.

Voices came from around the room and none of the words he could make out. He felt like he was slipping away from Skylar. His eyes snapped open to see a person crouching over him seeing if he was alive; he looked surprised to see him wake up.

"Are you okay?" he asked as his eyes grew wider.

"Yea, I'm fine," Ianari answered as bluntly as he could, he sat up taking in his surroundings. He was still in the same corn field when the connection was lost; the images of Skylar came flooding back to him like lost memories from a coma.

"You sure cuz' you look a little out of it, plus you've been stabbed so you can't be 'fine'," he mocked Ianari. He didn't care at the moment all; he wanted to know was why did he dream about Skylar in the hospital as an angel? That's the real question.

"Well I am. Stop bothering me," Ianari just wanted to get away from the man that was following him around and mocking him.

"I don't think that's true, Ianari," he stopped.

"How do you know my name?"

"Well you're like a legend up in Heaven now, considering,"

"Considering what?"

"Considering you well made Lucifer's plan work,"

"What plan?" at this point he was agitated and confused.

"The plan for the Winchester, ya know, to make her a weapon,"

"What?" a migraine pounded his head; his surroundings started to blur. He stumbled on his own feet and hit the ground on his right shoulder. Again more voices pounded in his head, this time he knew who they belonged to.

Skylar was laying on the motel bed, reading a fiction novel. Her phone buzzed like the world was ending.

"Hello? Whoa Dean, slow down. What?" her eyes looked around for something that she might need. "K, I'll be there in 5," then she grabbed her car keys and her jacket then ran. Going 60 on a 40 speed limit, she was surprised that the cops weren't chasing her. She jerked around a sharp corner making the rubber burn against the asphalt. Halting to a stop she ran out of the car not bothering to grab the keys; she kicked open the wooden door that did belong to the hot. She bolted into the kitchen not caring about the front door that now needed replacing.

"Merry Christmas!" two voices shouted which made you jump out of your boots.

"What the heck Dean! You scared the living crap out of me!" she put her hand on her chest feeling her heart beat.

"Sorry Skylar we just wanted you to have a normal Christmas," Sam held two cups filled with eggnog, Dean held a beer bottle.

"That doesn't mean you need to scare the crap out of me," she looked at her brothers. She shrugged as she grabbed a cup of eggnog. What was the purpose of this memory? Then he saw it, a figure standing in the corner across from him; his eyes glowing red. Lucifer.