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cutecookielove: LOL Thank you so much! Thats so sweet of you! Playful Lucifer is the best Lucifer, there has to be so much more of him! I love the idea of Jack learning to speak enochain, and what better way then from an archangel, who just so happens to be his papa! There's a site for it, called sinlab, I don't know exactly if its correct or not but Im not fluent enough to tell soooooo. LOL! Its all good, moved passed it, it was sad and I feel bad for them, honestly. Thank you so much! You are such a great friend!
Telentropy X: ME TOO! But my poor messenger baby! I felt so bad for him! Jack is going to be in so much trouble, intentions are good but his actions are to be desired! Luci is going to have such a long conversation with him about this! I SAW YOU'RE UPDATE! IT WAS SOOO GOOD! And I completely understand senior year! The homework is the worst! BUT IF I CAN DO IT YOU CAN TO MY FRIEND! YOU ARE ALMOST HALF WAY THERE! Thanks buddy, but it's all good, I love writing and nothins gonna stop me! But thanks though! You're a great friend!
Katy: Thank you so much! Luci so has a soft side, he's just so good at hiding it, and its not for very many people either. Gabe needs some TLC at this point. Let's be honest.
Star: LOL! There's a website! You can come back out!
AN: Yea no, I don't honestly have much to say again, sooooo, not really an authors note tonight either!
"You would love him,", he curled his arms tighter, pulling the younger higher up on his lap, he had been talking nonstop for a while now, trying to keep the younger distracted from the pain of his lips as he slowly but surely pulled the thread out, "He's so innocent and full of such beauty."
Lucifer grasped one of Gabriel's hand, squeezing tighter to lend him strength, the younger clenched his fingers when the pain became too much, whining into his shoulder. When he did the elder would stop, curling his hand around his cheek, whispering soft words of comfort down to him.
"You two are going to cause me more trouble then you're worth. And I'll take every moment of it.", He worked slowly and diligently to pull it out as smoothly as he could, not wanting to cause him anymore unnecessary pain, "I'll pretend to be upset with the both of you but you know I won't be. Not really."
Despite his pain and his unease, Lucifer knows that Gabriel is hanging onto every word, interested in this little nephew he has but has never had the honor of meeting, not yet. He knows that he's captivated, curious, and is grateful from the distraction from his own suffering at the moment.
And though he's never admit it, he's happy his older brother is here, happy to be seated as so on his lap, feeling an arm curled around his waist to keep him from moving any which way. Asmodeus had wanted him to kill his brother, and though there is a part of him that would like to if only to return that favor, the other part of him can't. Can't come to actually do the deed, because despite everything, this is his older brother. The older brother who taught him everything. Who caught him when he fell. Who made even the worst seem brighter.
That didn't mean that he wasn't rightfully pissed that his beloved big brother had attempted to kill him.
He was just smart enough when to pick his battles.
Lucifer tapped his index finger to his cheek, drawing his attention, and pulling him from his thoughts.
"Little brother, I'm going to pull the string out now, I'm not going to lie.", he looked down at him sadly, "It's most probably going to be a bit painful."
Gabriel nodded as best he could, at this point the simple intake of breath was excruciating, and though he didn't want to pain of having the dreaded wire pulled out he also knew that having it removed was his best and only option.
He squeezed his brother's fingers, and the elder matched his grip with one just as tight, and slowly Lucifer tugged at the end of the wire. It hurt, like taking a piece of string and tugging it through raw flesh, like when one gets a splinter and you go to pull it out, its a pinched sort of sting that makes him whine and fresh tears spring to his eyes.
Something about his brother has changed, he's not sure what it is, but this Lucifer is not the same Lucifer he'd had the displeasure of seeing a couple years ago. Lucifer whispers soft words of encouraging comfort down at him as he pulls the impossibly long thread out, in both old enochain and english, until he finally tugs the ending piece free and curls his hand around his lips completely.
None were as good at healing as Raphael had been, but they all knew the basics of it, Lucifer pushes his grace, painfully, through the restraints made by his manacles, gritting his teeth as he lets it soak into his younger brothers lips. Gabriel sighs at the soothing feeling of the coolness of his older brothers touch on the burning skin of his lips, leaning into his brothers shoulder. He can feel the rough stubble that covers his brothers chin as Lucifer leans down, pressing his lips to the side of his head, and he closes his eyes for the first time in what feels like forever.
It felt weird, the sword in his hand, there was a power in it, something old and strong. Jack sucked in a breath as he tried to get a grip on it trying to handle the power, wrap himself around it. He remembers when his father told him that his sword was like a part of his grace (whatever that was? is that what his powers were called? grace?) and wondered if he could use it to help him find his father.
Castiel was starring at the back of the boys head from where he stood in the opposing kitchen doorway, he had no desire to help find Lucifer, of all the angels he could be forced to find, but the inner wiring to follow the command of an Archangel was an overpowering force all of its own, and it was something he couldn't ignore nor chose not to obey.
It was in his grace.
The power of commanding the soldiers of Heaven must be hereditary.
He felt his heart race at the sight of Lucifer's sword, it had not been seen for ages, most had thought Michael had had it destroyed, or it had been lost in the fall, and yet there it was clutched in the nephilims hand. It was off-putting, he looked more like his father standing like that then Castiel had ever seen.
"Cas why do you have to do what he says? I mean, no offense to him or anything, but he's a kid.", he looked over as Dean came to stand next to him, looking over at the nephilim standing on the other side of the living room.
Nothing about this was okay, they should just leave the devil where ever he was taken to, take the kid, and get outta dodge.
"If it were so simple. He gave an order."
"Like I said, he's a kid."
Castiel shook his head, clasping his hands behind his back, "He is the son of an Archangel and he gave an order. I have to obey. It is not a choice that I have."
Sam was across the room now, trying to reason with the child, but Jack wasn't having any of it. He was determined now, Lucifer was teaching him how to read the book from his uncle Raphael, he promised they'd make apple dumplings next when he'd enjoyed making the pie so much, and they were having a good time and having fun and he wanted his father back.
Jack shook his head, his fingers tightening around the hilt of the archangel sword in his hand, and the seraph saw his temper roll slightly, his soul-grace fluttered with anger and upset.
"We are getting my father back Sam. I...I want him back.", he looked down at the sword he clutched in his hand, "I thought you'd understand Sam."
The boy shook his head to clear the thoughts that came pouring in, focusing more on the need to get his father back, and his eyes flashed gold and Castiel stood up straighter at the silent call for attention.
"I know where to go."
"I know what you're thinking Gabe, I know what it is, but there is no way that he would do something so foolish", Lucifer was leaning back against the wall, brushing his fingers through his younger brothers dirty hair, Gabriel only hummed in response ducking deeper into his shoulder, "I mean. He knows what would happen if he did, you think he knows right?, but I'm sure if the all the chaos is because he's here, he'll come to know."
He felt his brother adjust his position slightly, grasping at his shirt tightly, "Apple...meets...tree..."
"I was not that bad. How would you even know? You weren't even there."
"Michael...liked...to...tell...stories."
Lucifer smiled slightly, the messengers voice was weak and harsh sounding due to disuse. But that was intended to change, once he got his brother out of here, and into a shower he intended to get him into a bed so he could heal. Gabriel wasn't going to leave that bed for anything.
And then he'd turn his attentions towards his boy. They were going to have words, so so many words, and he was going to be grounded for all his eternal life. He just had to find him first, and find out if it was really him that was down here causing this much trouble.
And he was sure that it was him.
By the sounds of it, he just had to wait, the real question was just how long he would have to wait for.
Jack hadn't thought that he was possibly getting in over his head until they were down in the throne room of Hell surrounded by demons, and Asmodeus lounging on his fathers throne as if this was nothing but a big parade for him, and it was only a matter of time until he got what he wanted.
And they all knew that what he wanted was Jack, or more precisely, Jack's power.
"Jackie boy, what is this pleasure of having you stormin into my humble abode, are you here to accept my offer of finding your true potential?"
Castiel hovered over the nephilims shoulder, the more sensible part of him knew that this was a bad idea and it was in their best idea to get out of here and regroup, he still didn't get what Lucifer had done to Jack to have him want to get him back so horribly, nothing good he supposed, but he could not back away. Jack had ordered him here and here he would stay.
"I know you have my father and I want him back."
Asmodeus threw his legs over the side of the chair, straightening up, his feet planting on the floor clapping his hands together, "But my little friend, you're father is right there, from what I have heard you aren't very fond of good ol'Luci and you consider that there your father."
Castiel perked up, perhaps the demon might make some sense here after all, talking about how Jack really felt and who his real family was would get them back in the right frame of mind and they could go back to fighting to bad guys and getting on home to the bunker.
Sam and Dean adjusted slightly, trying to pick a demon to aim at, and struggling to not feel the slightly overwhelming fact of how out numbered they were.
Jack tightened his fingers around the sword.
"Whats changed? Has he finally told you of how red his hands are? Your little father there?"
Castiel felt himself grow cold, there was things in his past that he did not need Jack to know, it was not something someone his age should hear. Asmodeus smiled, leaning slightly to the right to peer over the nephilim boys shoulder, his smile was like a dagger.
"Did he tell you about Jane?"
Jack tilted his head, "Who is Jane?"
Asmodeus smiled wider, "She would have been your cousin. Poor little Jack boy the only one left of his species. Ask him, my friend, ask him about this cousin of yours."
"Luci...do...you...feel...that?"
Lucifer hummed, nodding slightly, and his grace rolled under the suppression of the manacles around his wrists. They were most certainly going to have words after this. He had told that boy not to touch his sword for a reason. There was no telling how his grace would affect Jacks, he was still so young and so inexperienced at controlling his own power let alone the power his sword has.
"He's going to be in so much trouble."
Ketch wheezed, slumping over in pain, "Open the door.", he had never actually met the archangels son before, but this being the first time, it was enough for him to come to the conclusion that he did not want to meet him again. He had thought the boy would be naive, easy to meld into what was needed, but it seemed the archangels stubbornness was hereditary.
He swallowed when the tip of a blade pressed to his throat, it burned, like dry ice pressing to his neck, "Open. The. Door."
The boy was only so many months old and already he was a force to reckon with, Ketch pushed the blade away from his skin, digging into his jacket for the key.
"Alright alright, there is no need to be so nasty, we are all friends here, are we not?"
"We are not friends and I do not like you."
Well, that hurts.
He ducked, unlocking the cell door, the inner tumblers rumbled and creaked as they unlocked themselves. The brit took a step back as the door opened, cringing at the blade Castiel had sticking in his back, Jack stepped forward a step as a silhouette stepped into the door way. Another poked out from around the shoulder, cautious, but curious.
"When I said you weren't to touch my sword, I seem to remember being very specific about it, and I'm not sure which part you didn't understand."
"Father!"
Lucifer pet the back of the boys head softly, they had been standing in the door way for a good five minutes now, and he was seriously refraining from smirking proudly at the other angel, Jack was hugging him. He honestly wasn't sure how he was able to handle this combination, Gabriel hanging onto him from behind, this kiddo hanging onto his front, and in his right hand he grasped his sword.
"Why are you so soft?", there's a hint of amusement that paints his tone and he scratches at the back of his head, "You shouldn't be this soft."
"But I learned it from you."
There's a soft chuckle from behind him and he chooses to ignore Gabriel for the moment as he leans down to whisper into his sons ear, Jack giggles softly, turning as much as he's able, "I have a reputation to uphold kiddo so careful who you call me a softie in front of."
He smiled down at the little guy, pecking lightly at his nose, and curled him into his side.
"So. We have two archangels," Lucifer looked between the crowd that was gathered, "Two hunters, one seraph, a brit, and an angel baby." he rubbed at the nephilims shoulder, "My angel baby. Did you really miss me that bad that you got the whole gang back together to come get me?"
Jack smiled and ducked into his shoulder, the archangel smiled and squeezed his arm, now all they had to do was get out of here. He lifted his sword slightly and peered over his shoulder at his younger brother, poking at his lips quietly, face still pale, and most probably not able to stand on his own.
He had a bone to pick.
"Jackie, you stay with your uncle Gabriel," "Uncle?" "While I go have a few choice words with my prince."
The nephilim turned quickly, causing Lucifer to raise an eyebrow as he turned to look down at him, Jack looked down for a moment at the look he received. It was a look only a parent could give when one was already skating on thin ice and should tread very carefully, though his intentions were in the right place, but he couldn't really expect his father to be too thrilled that he would deliberately put himself in danger like he had.
"But father-"
"No buts. You stay with your uncle. He can't seem to stand on his own," Gabriel smiled slightly, painfully, and waived at him from over Lucifer's shoulder, "And there's no better time for you two to meet and begin plotting my end. Besides, you, my angel baby, are already on thin ice as it is."
He stared at him until he looked down and nodded, "Yes father," Lucifer smiled down at him proudly and kissed the side of his head, "Good boy. Take your uncle and the brothers back to the house little one, Castiel with me."
Gabriel stumbled when his older brother pulled him around, guiding his arm around the boys shoulders, the messenger smiled down at the nephilim, "Nice...to...meet...you...youngin..."
Jack smiled at his new uncle, "Hi!", and turned back towards his father, "You'll come back too right?"
Lucifer nodded, leaning closer to his child, he curled his fingers around the back of his neck and pressed their foreheads together, "I will be back before you even notice I was gone," he squeezed the back of his neck softly, "So you both better be showered and on the couch by the time I get there."
Jack giggled again and nodded, gripping the back of his uncles tunic, Lucifer stood back up and rotated his wrist, spinning his sword once, "Now be gone with you baby angel and baby messenger."
"Not a bab-"
The Morning Star flicked his wrist at the quartet, cutting the aforementioned 'baby messenger' off mid-sentence. Lucifer flexed his sword again, turning to look at the seraph, there was still some animosity there and he was sure that it was not going anywhere for a long time.
"Come Castiel. We're going to have words with one Asmodeus. We are going to have words. With my sword. To his person. It's going to be awesome."
"He may like action movies. With heroes. Bad guys being defeated. And I know what you're doing and it's not going to work."
The audacity of this angel, trying to come to him to tell his son that he was best coming back to the bunker with him and the Winchesters, and that it was best that he has no further contact with the archangel in question.
Lucifer set his sword on the table, crossing to wash his hands in the sink, and leave his shoes by the back door. There was no way he was tracking all this mud and other various liquids into his house.
"But you know what else he likes?", he dried his hands on a dish towel, "He likes to sit out on the back lawn and watch the stars. He likes to go out into the back orchard and pick the apples, he likes to eat them and juice them and make pastries with them."
Lucifer turned, poking a finger into the shorter angels chest, "He likes to run around and play in the trees and he likes to pick the veggies in the garden. He likes it when you chase him through the trees and when you read to him."
He leaned down, eyes narrowed only slightly, "You think you know my son better then I do? Granted, I'll give you that you may have been with him longer, but do you really know him? Did you know that he likes funky socks? He likes apple juice? Did you know that he has this little ticklish spot on the side of his belly that makes him curl up and squeak? Did you know that when he giggles his eyes shine?"
Castiel stared up at the archangel, for a moment he feared that perhaps he had overstepped, not something he was used to feeling around his siblings as of lately, "That is nice to know. But I-"
"And think its better to keep him locked away in the bunker. Out of sight. Where you can keep track of him and his power."
Lucifer gave him a look, stepping back, and turned to leave him where he stood. Gabriel and Jack had indeed showered, and curled together on the couch to watch a movie as they waited for the elder archangel to come home again, it had taken a bit longer then had been expected but they seemed to have been okay.
The discussion was clearly over, as Lucifer left him standing there in the doorway of the kitchen, to watch as he softly stepped into the living room, pausing the movie before they missed too much of it, and knelt to scoop the young boy up. Jack sighed, curling closer into his fathers shoulder, and curled his fingers into the archangels shirt.
He turned to look at the younger angel, Jack cradled in his arms carefully, his head resting against the archangels shoulder, tucked partially under his chin.
"Did you know that when he falls asleep he likes to curl around something? A person? A stuffed toy?", Lucifer kissed the side of his head, "Now if you excuse me while I go put my angel baby to bed. Way passed his bed time as it is."
And he turned to carry him up the stairs, leaving the sleeping archangel, and the stunned seraph behind.
"That...is...sooooo...cute..."
Okay so who doesnt like Luci calling Jack his 'baby angel' and Gabe 'baby messenger'! I didn't include the scene with Luci and Cas 'talking' to Asmodeus! But I'll probs make a scene for it! Just to see Asmodeus get his butt handed to him! Lucifer telling Cas off! About all the things he's learned about his kiddo! Gabe and Jack have met, will they get along? Will Luci have his hands full? Will Jack be forced to go back to the bunker? Will Lucifer and him have a talk about him taking his sword?