AN: Hey guys! Thanks for the imput on what time frame I should update on! (*cough* one person *cough*)
I've decided to go with the every other Monday for now, because I've been really busy and I'm getting close to the end of the already written material for this story!
So that means that every other Monday, you guys will get a new chapter of Lucifer's Queen and I will keep working on future chapters!
Happy reading!
"Hold on. Sam stumbles in, beat up and busted, and you just let him in?" Dean asked in disbelief. "Even if you felt like you could trust him, why the hell would you do that?"
Arcadia glared at him and continued speaking, a bit pissed at him. "It was the end of the world. He said that the gang jumped him. I had a golf club and he had nothing. I was certain I could take him. Besides, I didn't know how tall he was then."
"My name is Sam Winchester," the man Sam said, still rubbing his hand as he watched the fire flicker in the fireplace. "I was born in 1983 in a small town in Kansas. Lawrence, if you've ever heard of it. Most people haven't."
Even though he wasn't looking at her, Arcadia shook her head. Sam continued, not noticing her movement.
"When I was six months old, my mom was killed by a demon who then blew up our house. May dad and older brother Dean, who was four at the time, managed to get out, but we were left with hardly anything. My whole life changed that night," Sam said, seeming to slip off into his memories. "My dad became obsessed with hunting down anything supernatural and trying to find that demon so he could have his revenge. We always moved. I changed schools at least once every month. I never really made friends. But I always had good grades. Dean never got his GED, I graduated as Valedictorian.
"I was never as close to Dad as Dean was. They both remembered Mom, I never knew her. My dad, John, he was a soldier in Vietnam. He raised my brother and I to be warriors. Weapons against the forces of evil and lights in the darkness. Dean always said, 'Saving people, hunting things, the family business'. Saving people was probably the only good thing about the life we lived. Dean embraced it. I didn't. He loved the life. He still does. A new town every week, beautiful women falling into his path, alcohol and sex, being the hero to countless people, he adored it. I never really saw the point and tried to push myself away. He got especially bad when he turned eighteen. That was the year things between me and my family got really bad. When I was a senior in high school, I got a full ride to Stanford. I told my dad that night, and he went ballistic. Said I didn't care about him or Dean. Said I could just go off to college and die for all he cared. We both said some horrible things that I really regret, but I left the house that night for California and never looked back.
"College was great for me. I made so many new friends, actually had stable relationships with girls who had things going for them beyond staying home with their parents. I fell in love... really deeply with a nursing major, Jessica Moore. I was going to marry her. But, four years later, Dean tracked me down, broke into my house, and tried to get me to leave with him. I refused, but then he told me why he had come. Dad had been off on a hunting trip and hadn't contacted Dean in a few days. In the hunting world, this meant something was wrong. I left with Dean, making him promise to get me back to Stanford by the end of the weekend. We tracked Dad down, but when we got there, he was already gone. We ended up hunting a Woman in White, have you ever heard of one of those? No? Well, it's basically the tormented spirit of a woman who committed suicide after finding out her husband or significant other was cheating on her. It was the first 'case' I'd worked in years and, to be perfectly honest, it felt amazing." Sam paused here and glanced over to look at Arcadia. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked at the ground with a small chuckle.
"What?" Arcadia asked, a little bit angry that he had started laughing.
"Nothing," he told her, looking up to make eye contact. "You're just the first person I ever told about my life."
Arcadia broke eye contact and looked at the fire. She wasn't exactly sure what to say to him. Who the hell would know what to say to someone in this situation.
Sam cleared his throat and continued. The next part seemed to be tough for him to say. "I got back to Stanford and headed to the apartment I shared with Jess. I thought she was in the shower when I got in and laid down on the bed to wait for her. I tried to go to sleep, but something dripped on me and I opened my eyes and she was on the ceiling, bleeding. She burst into flames as I screamed and Dean had to drag me out while she and the apartment burned up. This was about five years ago. Every time I see fire, I remember her..." He trailed off, then coughed. "That night, I left Stanford for good. My brother and I went after our dad, knowing that he was the only link to the demon that killed my mom and girlfriend. Of course, we didn't know it was a demon at the time. Dad told us that when we finally caught up to him about a year later. It was right around that time that some pretty strange things started happening.
"I started having visions and getting killer headaches while we were on hunts. The nightmares... they were the worst I have ever had. Even worse than the ones about Jess... Then strange almost demonic things happened. Like when I should have caught a demon disease and went nuts, I didn't have any symptoms and seemed to cure myself. Then, I sort of was locked in a closet by a psychopath and moved a huge cabinet out from in front of the door."
He looked up and was obviously embarrassed by Arcadia's look of shock at this newest revelation. "Not the kind of visions you think. I was seeing the future. Literally! Don't give me that look! I'm not crazy." He started laughing really hard, then sobered up. "They were visions of people's deaths. I could see their deaths within hours or days of it happening. The further away we were, the shorter amount of time it took for it to happen. That's how it usually went. Sometimes it varied, sometimes it didn't. But they slowed down when I was really calm or relaxed. Which explains why they came back when we ran back into our dad.
"He told us to meet him in Colorado and that he knew a way to kill the bastard that killed my mom. He told us that it was a special gun, called the Colt. It was made Samuel Colt and can kill anything supernatural. Vampires, werewolves, demons, you name it, it can take it out. The gun was mythical to all hunters and no one was sure if it really existed. But my dad knew the man who had it and we went to Colorado to track him down. We got there and he had been killed by a nest of vampires who took the gun. So we tracked them down and took the gun back. Then our dad was captured by a demon named Meg.
"She was working for the Yellow-Eyed Demon, the one who killed my mom and basically started us in the hunting business. Meg tried to make a bargain with us, our dad for the gun. We managed to sort of trick them by making a fake gun and then escaping with our dad. Unluckily, about a week later, a demon possessed a truck driver and rammed my brother's 1967 Impala with a tractor trailer and put us all in the hospital. I was hardly hurt, since I was in the back seat and the truck hit the front. Dean was put in a coma and my dad broke a few bones. Dean was on life support and we were about to take him off, but then we found out that he was still there, but a Reaper was there to take him.
"Reaper?" Arcadia asked, her mind reeling from the crazy story.
"Think Grim Reaper, but looks like a compelling person to the person their escorting," Sam explained, making eye contact as he did. "Or basically a normal human. It's just a face for them to wear over their real face, you know, no freaking out the deceased. Well, my dad made a deal with the Yellow-Eyed Demon and sacrificed himself for Dean. The demon took over the reaper's body and sent Dean back. But our dad was dead This was also the year when the visions became worse. Seeing them in the day time when I was awake." He paused there, shivering despite the warm fire was making Arcadia wish she wasn't wearing a sweater. "They haunted me constantly. Finally, we learned that demons were tracking down other special children like me. All of them were supposed to be able to rule hell when the Yellow-Eyed demon took over the earth. But demons were killing them before they could be tracked down and captured by Yellow Eyes. Then I got captured. And it was horrible. We were forced to fight to the death and... I was killed."
Arcadia gave him a disbelieving look and Sam looked at the fire. "My brother made a deal with a demon. My life, for Dean's soul. The next year was just a nightmare of trying to break the deal. He was only given a year, unlike the usual ten that demon deals usually have. We were befriended by a demon named Ruby, who had a knife that could kill demons. She helped us along the way, rebuilding the Colt, taking out demons that we couldn't exorcise, telling us the plans of a nasty demon named Lilith who was trying to kill me. Again. Then we found out that Lilith held Dean's deal. And she came to collect. Dean was killed, sent to hell and I was barely able to escape. Ruby was forced out of her vessel and back down to hell, but she took a new body, a... nice one,' Sam faltered, looking very embarrassed. " To get this over quickly," he said, very embarrassed. "She and I became close. That was when she revealed that there was a way I could take out demons without killing the vessel or reciting an exorcism."
"How the hell would you do that?" Arcadia asked, enthralled by the story, but also a bit hesitant. How the hell did he expect her to believe that all of this was happening like this?
"Remember how I had demon's blood in me and that was why I was having visions?" Sam asked, waiting for Arcadia to nod before he went on. "Well..." he said nervously, cringing. "I had to drink more of it. That amplified my powers."
"That's disgusting," Arcadia said, feeling like she was going to throw up. "Why the hell would you do that?"
"Dean was gone," Sam said with a shrug. "I could help more people, it felt right, I got addicted, I'm not completely sure why. But it helped me through a tough time in my life. I felt like I was doing what Dean would have wanted."
"He would have wanted you to drink blood to try and save some people who might not even make it anyways?" Arcadia asked in disbelief.
"That's what I thought," Sam said defensively. "For four months. That was when Dean came back."
"How..." Arcadia said, then muttered, "I don't want to know."
"An angel brought him back," Sam said, smiling weakly. "An angel named Castiel."
"That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard," Arcadia commented, glaring slightly at Sam.
"Well, it happened," Sam said, scowling back, then grimacing as he began to shake slightly, looking like he was going to have a seizure. "Sorry," he said quietly, bowing his head for a moment. "Anyways..."
"Hold on," Arcadia said, lifting a hand to cut him off. "So, let me get this straight: you and your brother hunt monsters."
"Okay... Go on."
"Anyways," Sam said, gesturing gently as he continued. "Castiel became a part of our lives, trying to tell Dean about my problem, without flat out telling him. We found out that Lilith was trying to free Lucifer from hell so that he could start the apocalypse. And my problem just kept getting worse. Finally, Dean found out. And I was locked in a panic room to go cold turkey. That was the weekend of my life. Besides today..." He trailed off, then got back on track. "After that, things seemed to cheer up. And we closed in on Lilith. Ruby and I went ahead to go kill her and I did, successfully. Then we found out that her death was the last seal. And then Lucifer was free."
"As in, the Lucifer?" Arcadia asked, just for clarification. "Satan?"
"Yes."
"Go on."
"Well, Dean and I split up. Not my best decision, but we made it work. I wanted out of hunting, a way to get away from the shitty life I was living. Then Lucifer showed up and told me something horrible. That he was going to posses me and take over world, because I was his one true vessel."
"What does that mean?" Arcadia asked, feeling a pit opening in her gut.
"It means that because of my family history, if Lucifer possesses me, he will be all powerful," Sam explained. "Kind of like the perfect weapon."
"Alright. And I assume you told him no?"
"I did tell him no," Sam assured her. "But he said that one day I would say yes. I tracked down Dean and I found out that he had been told that he was the true vessel of Michael. And that we were 'destined' to kill each other." Sam made the quote-on-quote motions with his fingers. "And that he refused too. Last year was completely nuts..."
"So that's why the crazy weather was going on last year," Arcadia mused, then gestured for Sam to go on.
"We found out when it was supposed to happen and actually figured out a way to win and put him back in hell. The rings of the horsemen; Death, Pestilence, War, and Famine; were the keys to Lucifer's cage. We managed to get all but one; Death's; and were able to track down Lucifer. It was actually here in Detroit and we were all ready to go. So Dean made a small deal with Death, that he would use the ring to lock Lucifer up and be ready to do anything to ensure that Lucifer was locked back up."
"And the day came, we had a plan in place, ready to go; I would say 'yes' then take control and throw Lucifer back into hell using the keys and sacrificing myself. Dean nearly didn't go through with it but I did. And... I lost control almost immediately," Sam admitted, starting to look crushed. "He was... too powerful. I couldn't hold it together. Lucifer took the keys back and gave them to a demon to guard after leaving Dean in the dust and going to a secret place nearby. He was going to prepare for Michael and his final battle. he tried to take us there, but I was able to distract him long enough to crash us into a building in Detroit. Lucifer was so angry... I thought he was going to kill me."
"Before you go on," Arcadia said, stopping him with a raised hand. "Let me get this straight.
"Alright," Sam agreed, leaning a little closer to the fire.
"You left college to go with him to find your dad, ending up with a vengeance and a dead girlfriend."
"Yes..."
"You spent the next few years living a horror novel and died twice? Then your brother went to hell and came back?"
"Yes."
"And now you expect me to believe that you are harboring Lucifer, aka Satan, in your body and you need my help to throw him out of you?"
"That was the plan, yes."
"I can't believe I let you into my house," Arcadia muttered, walking back to the kitchen. She pulled a huge knife out and went back to the living room, holding it out in front of her with one hand while the other stayed out from her side to keep her balance. "Get out," she ordered Sam, gesturing to the door with the knife.
Sam stood slowly and walked towards her, looking slightly upset. "You really don't want to do this," he told her softly, only a few steps away from her.
"Then get out of my house," she said, shaking a little, but regaining her confidence. Sam took one step forward and
"You seriously don't-" Sam said, breaking off and going almost shock still as he swallowed thickly, then smiled.
Arcadia stared at him in shock, surprised to see the hate and anger that had replaced the nervousness and genuine fear.
"Aw, look at you," he said, smiling mockingly and stepping back. "You think that you can kill me with that? Please, I chose this body for a reason. He is a master at melee fighting. You wouldn't stand a chance."
"I can still try," Arcadia said loudly, gripping the knife tighter. "You're just a nutty schizophrenic who thinks he's Lucifer. That, that trick with the fire was an illusion."
"Oh sweetie," Sam said, smiling a little wider. "You know better than that." A wave of his hand sent the knife flying from her hand and ending up stabbed into the wall on the other side of the room. Arcadia gasped and took a step back before he pinned her to the wall with a flick of the hand.
"By the way, Sammy's on a little vacation," Lucifer said, grinning at her still. "Oh, you should hear him yelling. It's hilarious, he thinks that you'll be able to get out of here before I kill you."
A woman suddenly appeared in the doorway, scowling. "There you are, we've been looking all over for you," she scolded, walking over and breaking the mood as she hugged Lucifer. "Did he take the lead and run with it?" she asked Lucifer seriously, then slapped him so hard that he stumbled and went into a kneel. His hold on Arcadia dropped and she leaned against the wall, regaining her breath.
"Don't you ever do that again!" she yelled.
