Chapter 9

"How sweet." A voice drawled, dripping with sarcasm. Lucifer stood away from them, his arms crossed over his chest. "Three angels and a demon, my my, this is interesting." he smirked.

"You killed Castiel!" Anna said to him, anger in her hazel eyes.

"Did I?" he chuckled. "I don't like getting my hands dirty. Isn't that right, little brother?" he snarled the last two words. / It took all of Gabriel's will not to shrink back in fear.

Anna took his hand to comfort him. "It's okay..." She whispered, trying to relax as well. "This ends here."

"For you." Lucifer taunted. He was well armed with an angel blade, taking small steps towards them. Crowley had been quiet this entire time, his eyes blazing with anger.

She pulled out her archangel blade, fear in her eyes. "You won't get away with this, Lucifer."

"Are you sure? And you, a puny, weak, /pathetic/ angel, is going to stop me?" He spat the words out like bile, his ice blue eyes watching her intently.

She smirked, looking to Crowley. "NOW!" She said, lighting a match and throwing it on the ground as a large holy fire circle surrounded him. "I'm not weak or puny, or pathetic."

"Holy fire." Lucifer chuckled. "A petty trick. Because now I'm in here, but you're, out there." Crowley had begun to circle Lucifer slowly, taking in the only being who could possibly be more evil than himself.

She smiled, pointing up to a bucket over his head. "Holy oil in the bucket, brother." She said, smirking.

Lucifer's smirk wavered for a moment, before returning. "Perhaps you're more clever than I thought." he mused. Crowley was alive with anger, more than he had ever felt before. His hands were clenched tightly. Lucifer eyed the demon. "Crowley, you, of all creatures, working with angels?" he scoffed. "You disappoint me."

She looked at him. "I learned from the best... Until you fell and betrayed us all." She said, making the bucket fall onto him. "Your turn, Gabriel."

Gabriel pulled his lighter from his pocket, flicking it on. "No guts no glory, ey little brother?" Lucifer taunted. Gabriel's face wavered for a moment.

Anna saw the look on his face. "For Castiel..."

Gabriel threw the lighter, it igniting quickly. Lucifer didn't make a sound, just put his hands in the air, tilting his head back as his entire body was engulfed in the flames.

She watched, hoping it worked.

After a few moments, Lucifer's head snapped forward, and the fire went out. "Nice try, little brother." he sneered.

"Why didn't that work?" She asked, scared.

"You can't get rid of me that easily." he chuckled. Crowley was stood behind Lucifer, and with a wave of his hand, the blade Anna had tucked away in her pocket, was in his hand. He looked pointedly at Anna, needing her not to react.

She looked frightened at Lucifer, standing in front of Gabriel to protect him.

Easily, Crowley stepped into the ring, and with a swift motion, pushed the archangel blade through Lucifer's back, it going through his chest. "The King of Hell sends his regards." he growled in the angel's ear, as Lucifer writhed in pain, before an extremely bright light filled the room.

She covered her eyes, waiting for it to be over. "We've still got his followers to take care of... It's not over yet."

Crowley let Lucifer's body drop, the blade still in his back. His hands were covered in his blood, and he reached down, pulling out the blade.

"Now what do we do? We've got to get rid of his followers. Otherwise, they'll still try to hunt us down."

Gabriel hadn't spoken, just staring with remorse at his brother's dead body.

She hugged him, knowing he was upset. "Gabriel... it's okay. We're okay."

Gabriel didn't make any movements, and Crowley stood at attention, putting out the holy fire with a wave of his hand. He wiped his hands, setting the blade on the counter. He disappeared, going back for Kiley.

Kylie was trying to figure out what she was going to do next.

Crowley appeared in front of her, his hands still stained with blood.

She screamed, going for her gun. "Who are you?" She said, aiming at him.

He threw the gun from her grasp, pinning her against the wall easily. "Trust. Me." he muttered, pushing two fingers to her forehead.

She pushed him away before he could give the memories back.

"Don't mess with me love, you'll regret it." he threatened, it paining him to do so. Using his demon powers he pinned her to the wall, once again pushing two fingers to her forehead.

She kicked him in the balls, trying to get him to release her.

He grunted, but didn't stop, closing his eyes and pushing his fingers harder to her forehead. "Remember." he said softly, his voice sounding more pleading than he had meant it to.

"Let me go, you stupid demon."

"Quiet." he growled. He was sifting through his brain, having pushed the memories back into her, but they weren't triggering. He needed a trigger. In a flash, he had her pinned to where she couldn't move, pushing his lips to hers. 'Please work.' he was screaming in his mind.

Her memories came flooding back as she soon kissed him back. "Crowley?" She whispered.

He let his demon powers drop, resting his head on her shoulder. "I thought I'd lost you." he said softly.

She blushed. "Sorry..." She said softly.

"It's okay love." he murmured, cupping her face and kissing her again, it slowly ebbing away how scared he had been.

She kissed him back, her heart racing. "Are you okay?" She asked him.

"I'm fine, pet." he murmured. "Lucifer is dead, but we still need to get rid of his followers." The scene around them melted away, and once again they were back in their bedroom.

She saw the fear in his eyes. "Crowley, what's got you so scared?"

"I was worried I couldn't get you to remember." he said softly, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

"Was I that bad towards you?" She asked, hoping she hadn't hurt him.

"You kicked me in my naughty bits." he chuckled softly, his lips ghosting her neck.

She laughed, sighing. "So what now?" She asked him.