War, What's it good for? Absolutely nothing!

Disclaimer: Nope still nothing, was hoping for an early birthday present from Mr Kripke but sigh still nothing.

Author's Note: This is a different story altogether for me so please bear with me. This is a futuristic story, everything in the show has been and passed, the biggest difference is that all of the seals are broken

Author's Note: Just a little head's up, the Pastor Jim Murphy in my story is my own creation, he is loosely based on the original cleric, but in this 'verse, he is very much alive and involved in Sam and Dean's lives. He seems to know a lot and there is an air of mystery surrounding him. I just wanted to let you guys know just in case there is any confusion. Enjoy ...

Chapter Thirteen: How Many Angels Does It Take To Hide A ... Sammy?

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'Lucifer is after Sam because Sam was marked as the one to be his … receptacle.'

'His what?'

'He was marked to be the ultimate vessel for Lucifer to enable him to walk the earth.'

'Ah Sam's crippled he can't walk anywhere.'

'Exactly that is why it is imperative to protect Samuel at all costs, Lucifer will use the opportunity for Sam to walk again as a bargaining chip.'

'Why would he need to bargain …?' Dean asked as he desperately tried to stay aware enough to stay in the discussion.

'Coz Lucifer is an angel and he needs Sam to say yes.' Bobby interjected his hand finding Dean's arm and gave him a slight supportive squeeze. 'And if Sam was desperate enough to get out of his chair…'

'He may say yes.' Castiel nodded.

'You don't know my brother very well.' Dean declared as he stared up at Castiel. 'Sam will never say yes to Lucifer not even if it meant his walking again. Sam is a good person, he might have made a few mistakes in the past but he aint gonna give in to Lucifer!' Dean insisted breathlessly, 'so we protect Sam and then what?'

'Yeah Castiel then what?' Sam asked wheeling himself into Dean's room, he glared up at the rumpled angel and then at his brother and 'father'. 'What happens when you send poor little cripple Sammy away to hide from the big bad devil?'

S—D

Now:

'Sam!' Dean called after his brother as Sam turned around and wheeled himself out of Dean's room, vanishing just as quickly as he arrived. 'Dammit Sammy stop!'

'What is wrong?' Castiel asked turning a curious stare to Bobby, 'what has made Sam ... upset?'

'Umm well Castiel it aint everyday when someone tells ya that Lucifer is gonna be yer freaking body boarder.' Bobby snapped.

'That is why we will protect him.' Castiel replied still not quite understanding the depth of emotion the humans were exhibiting.

Dean grabbed hold of Sam's wheelchair handles and pulled him to a stop, 'dammit Sam talk to me.'

'Look at me Dean.' Sam said his voice barely audible.

'What the hell are you doing running away?'

'Look at me Dean.' Sam repeated a little louder his own anger taking charge of his raging emotions.

'You know Castiel is right ...'

'Fuck Dean look ... at me!' Sam yelled silencing his brother's tirade instantly, 'look at me! I can't fight, I can't do anything to help and yet I'm still the one who ...'

'Who what Sam? Tell me coz I would like to know.' Dean snapped not willing to let go of his own temper just yet.

'I'm useless, so why don't you just let Lucifer have my body and then you can keep your word to dad ... remember the Promise?' Sam spat his face flushed with his anger highlighting the gauntness of his cheeks and the sunken depths of his normally bright green eyes. 'Hell let's just invite him in now.'

'Sam listen to yourself ... why do you keep throwing that freaking promise up? I aint gonna do it and that's all there is to it. Dad was an idiot for even asking me.'

'No, no Dean don't you see he's the only one who was thinking clearly.' Sam spread his long arms out in appeal to Dean, his heart thumped that hard that his pulse was visible in the taunt arteries of this throat, 'I'm nothing but a useless lump, I hold you back, use me as bait, let Lucifer have me and then you can kill two demons with one shot!'

'Sam you are not a demon.'

'I may as well be!' Sam spat out, 'don't you think I hear what is being said behind my back? I'm the one who freed Lucifer, I'm the one who started the whole freaking mess! I might be crippled but I'm not deaf!'

'Sam ... no one blames you ...' Dean started the fight gone from his voice.

'Yeah right Dean!' Sam refused to let his anger go, 'you're the only one who says that, and you have to ... you're my big brother after all.'

'You forgot awesome, I'm your awesome big brother and what I say goes.' Dean tried to lighten the mood but the look on Sam's face and the stubborn set of his shoulders soon told him otherwise. 'Listen Sam I can't control what some idiots might say, I can only control what I say, and I'm saying this ... There ... is ... no ...way ... I'm ... letting ... you ... be ... bait!'

'Fine then, I'll just do it myself and then you won't have any problems with your conscious.' Sam went to wheel away from Dean but his brother stood directly in front of him, leaning down he placed his hands on the armrests and stared deep into his brother's eyes. 'No Sam.' Was all Dean said and then before Sam realised what he was doing, Dean grabbed the brakes and put them on and then gathered his brother up into his arms, his face even redder, Sam tried to wrestle him but even with his superior upper body strength he was unable to break Dean's grip. 'Put ... Me ... Down!' He seethed.

'Act like a baby get treated like one!' Dean grunted as he carried his younger brother through the church and out to the impala, ignoring the tug on his own injuries and the dizziness that constantly assailed him.

'Dean boy what are you doing?' Bobby asked turning from his discussion with the others to watch the brother's struggling towards the door.

'Just reminding someone who is the big brother and who is the pain-in-the-ass-little-brother!' Dean growled as he shifted Sam's weight slightly, 'you comin' or what?'

'Where's Sam's chair?' Ray asked coughing slightly to hide his amusement.

'Right here,' Janice chimed in pushing it in front of her with the boys' packed duffle bags on the seat. 'I couldn't help but hear ... well everyone within earshot could help but hear the argument.'

'Thanks Janice.' Dean grinned sheepishly, 'now let's get this show on the road, Bobby you with us?'

'Yeah, yeah keep yer hair on.' Bobby took over pushing the wheelchair now laden with extra supplies, 'why don'tcha go and git the medical kit and you can come with us Jan.'

'Hey no hanky-panky in the backseat!' Dean protested loudly as he continued on his trek to the car, his brother slowly growing heavier and quieter in his arms, 'you still with me Sammy?'

Sam grunted and refused to look at his brother preferring to remain silent and buried deep within his own thoughts. Dean shook his head if Sam wanted to act like a baby then ... 'whoa Cas a bit of warning next time.' He exclaimed when the Angel popped up between him and the car, Castiel merely shrugged and opened the passenger door for him and then patiently waited for him to load his brother into the car. Just before Dean went to shut the door Castiel stopped him and then positioned himself between the two brothers, placing a hand on each chest.

'What the hell Castiel?' Dean asked and then gasped in pain echoing Sam's painfilled grunts. The pain and discomfort eased as quickly as they hit leaving both boys nursing their aching chests and trying to catch their breathes. 'What did you do?'

'What the hell Castiel?' Sam and Dean spoke simultaneously each breathless and pale.

'I have marked you with Enochian Sigils, now you are invisible to both demons and angels including Lucifer and Michael.'

'Did you brand us?' Sam asked incredulously.

'No I carved them on to your ribs,' Castiel shrugged simply, 'even you will be invisible to me.'

S—D

Dean yawned and stretched, he cast a glimpse at his brother first and then to his slumbering passengers in the back. 'Hey Sammy check it out.' He nudged his brother, and kept poking him until he elicited a response. 'Dude I'm talking to you!'

'What?' Sam blinked and turned to face his brother.

'I said take a look in the backseat,' Dean motioned with his hand behind him, 'oh and use your phone camera.'

Sam twisted his upper body to look at Bobby and Janice and finally understood what Dean was getting at, Janice had her head resting on Bobby's chest with his arm curled around her, their hands were linked together and resting on their laps, looking for all intents and purposes a young couple in love. 'Aw, that's so sweet and so useable.' Sam chuckled and started to snap photos, happy with the ones he got he managed to twist back and to right himself before checking them.

'Where's my car Dean?' Sam asked putting his phone in the glove-box.

'Okay random, Ethan's driving it with Ray riding shotgun. He left the others in charge of the church with the new doc looking after the patients.'

'So am I allowed to drive or will I be your prisoner indefinitely?'

'Why the 'tude Sammy?'

'Just wondering.'

'I just want to make sure that you're safe Sam is that against the law all of a sudden?'

'No, but I need to ...'

'To what?'

'To feel useful and not just some cripple that needs to be babysat.'

'First up you're not a cripple ... you know what I mean ... dammit Sammy, who drove by himself into danger? Who breached the Arian's defences to rescue me? Who managed to get everyone out safely?'

'Yeah but that's different.'

'Why is that so different Sammy?'

'Coz it was you.'

'And?'

'I would pull myself across burning coals to save you Dean.' Sam uttered softly turning his face away from his brother's piercing gaze.

'Fuck Sam so would I but that ... you are not going to be bait.'

'It is the most logical course of action Dean.'

'No ... No it's not! We're going to regroup, rest and up and heal and then we'll work out what we are going to do.'

'Dean think about this ... how else are you going to kill Lucifer, this way you can honour Dad's request.'

'Don't go there Sammy.'

'Okay ... I won't but please Dean why are you refusing to even discuss this?'

'Because ... you'll just have to trust me Sammy.' As soon as the words were out of his mouth Dean cringed and gave himself a rather colourful and silent tongue lashing, he pulled his stare from the road ahead to risk a look at Sam, who sat stoically next to him, unmoving, unblinking, hell hardly breathing.

'Trust you? You expect me to trust you ... when you ... you can't trust me?' Sam uttered so quietly Dean had to strain to hear him, and then Sam turned his face away and concentrated on the passing scenery, he knew Dean was expecting an emotional argument and lots of shouting but instead, instead he chose the exact opposite and remained silent, he heard Dean cuss and slap the steering wheel with his hand, he almost relented and give in to his older brother but his brother's words kept repeating in his mind silencing any form of truce with Dean.

S—D

Rodgers paced his new office, his back ached and his shoulder burnt with the bullet wound but he relished in the pain, it fuelled his desire to see those fags begging for their lives as he slowly stripped them of their skins before tossing them at Lucifer's feet.

'I have done everything you have asked of me Master, now let me finish this for you.' He said staring out of his window at the full moon rising over the horizon, the whiteness of its glow shimmered and started to bleed red casting an unholy hue over the landscape. Rodgers laughed, a deep belly laugh that bounced off the walls, 'thank you Master.'

'I am aware of your efforts Rodgers,' a softly spoken man appeared next to the leader of the Arian movement, 'you please me.'

'My, my Lord,' Rodgers turned to face the new arrival, a strange glitter in his black eyes, 'Lord Lucifer?'

'You have served me well you and your recruits now I have another quest for you,' Lucifer smiled benevolently, 'I need you to select the best of the best, as you can see this ... vessel ... is doing its job but it is breaking down. I need my true vessel, the one that shall be mine forever.'

Rodgers risked a glance at the weeping sores on the man's face and arms, the fine cracks and tiny eruptions of puss littering the white skin. 'I can do that my Lord who is it that we seek?'

'Samuel Winchester.'

'My Lord?'

'You question me Rodgers?'

The ... the gay gimp?'

'What are you talking about Rodgers?'

'He is filth Lord Lucifer, he has an incestuous relationship with his older brother and is now in a wheelchair, he cannot walk ... a fitting punishment now he can no longer pursue his perversions.'

'A wheelchair? How is this so? He was not to be injured in any life-threatening or disabling way.'

'Lilith Master, she can tell you what happened to him ... I – I had no idea on what she was planning we were just to be back up in case more hunters turned up than expected.'

'Lilith I shall deal with later, now Rodgers go and select the ten of your best, if Samuel is in a wheelchair it may work better in our favour.'

'How so Master? His older brother is his guard dog.'

'That is of no consequence, he is easily subdued, but what do you think Samuel will say to save his brother and to walk upright again?' Lucifer smiled warmly and patted Rodgers shoulder healing the bullet wound with his touch.

'Th-thank you Master,' Rodgers gushed and hurried away not wanting to upset his new relationship with Lucifer in anyway.

'Lilith I want you here now.' Lucifer demanded, his voice soft but commanding and immediately a pretty blond woman appeared in front of him with large round china-blue eyes and delicately bowed lips of red.

'You want me Master?' She asked inclining her head in respect, only to snap her head back after he slapped her hard enough to split her meat-suit's lips. 'Master?'

'What did you do to Samuel Winchester?' Lucifer hissed, slowly running his fingers down the side of her face in a seductive manner, 'tell me child I want to know.'

'I made sure that he could no longer runaway from us Master.' She replied her confidence slipping slightly, 'what is wrong Master?'

Lucifer stroked down Lilith's long slender throat, he could feel the blood pumping under his fingertips, slowly he curled his fingers around her neck and started to squeeze, soaking in the panic and fear radiating from her. 'He was not to be disabled in anyway do you not remember that?'

'Forgive me Master but he was using the gifts you bestowed upon him to destroy us, I had to do something and at the time I was still using the child's skin.'

'Hmm, I should punish you child, but I have decided that his being in a wheelchair will work to our advantage.'

'Master?' Lilith resisted the urge to massage her bruised throat when he finally let her go but she stood with set shoulders and a straight back, refusing to cower in his presence. 'Please let me make it up to you.'

'I can think of a few ways,' Lucifer smirked and twisted his fingers in her shoulder length hair and pulled her head back viciously, 'I can think of many ways.'

S—D

Rodgers, ran a critical eye over the ten men in front of him, he smiled and cleared his throat, 'we have new orders from our new benefactor,' he started his smile growing, 'our objective is the same as before with a small difference this time.'

'Yes Sir,' they all answered together snapping to rigid attention and gave him their complete and utter devotion.

'I have chosen you personally and you will answer only to myself and to Will,' Rodgers glanced over and acknowledged his second-in-command, 'now I want you to go and get your packs in order, get the all clear from Doctor Saw and then report to the new barracks in two hours for briefing on the new assignment. Do me proud men, and remember that there is only one race of men, all others are sub-human, there is only one form of sexual orientation and then should be used for procreation first and foremost, and then for release. Gimps, gays and coloureds have no place in the New Order!'

'The New Order!' All ten voices rang out in a cheer.

S—D

At the sound of the impala's powerful engine, Pastor Jim Murphy hurried outside to greet the weary travellers. He was on his way back to the church when Bobby rang and explained what was happening so instead of returning to their base, he changed direction and headed to Bobby's house to ready it for their guests but especially for Sam and his wheelchair.

After Sam's little adventure in rescuing his brother, Jim left on an adventure of his own, a recon mission to gain more information about certain demons and angels but also to find out anything that could help the brothers in the long run. Blissfully unaware of Dean's dramatic return to life and healing, Jim tried to anticipate everything that the Winchester brothers and company would need.

'Dean son am I glad to see you.' The cleric welcomed the younger man, giving him a long tight hug and a slap on the back, 'don't ever scare an old man like that again.'

'Ah you're not so old Jim,' Dean blushed under the unfamiliar show of affection from his lifelong friend and mentor.

'Bobby, Janice so good to see the two of you,' Jim turned to greet them, 'everything looks good in there Bobby.'

'Thanks Jim,' Bobby shook hands with his good friend before going to the trunk to get Sam's chair, he glanced up and gave Jim a knowing look before nodding his head in the direction of the front passenger seat where Sam sat, so still and silent.

Jim nodded and made his way around to the passenger side and opened the door for Sam, taking over the wheelchair and tending to Sam, allowing the others to finish unpacking the car and taking their meagre possessions inside. 'Hello Sam.'

'Hey Jim,' Sam gave the cleric a small but endearing smile with a flash of his deep dimples, 'it's good to see you again,'

'it's good to see you too my boy,' Jim cast a critical eye over his young charge and shook his head sadly, 'ah Sam my boy what's wrong?'

'I'm fine Pastor Jim, just tired,' Sam smiled, 'but I could use a hand,'

'my pleasure Sam my boy,' Jim replied as he leant in to help Sam lift his legs out of the car first and then levered him around before placing the chair next to the car, 'how's that?'

'Thanks Jim.' Sam grunted slightly as he swung himself into his steel cell and adjusted his legs on the foot-plates, 'damn I'm tired.'

'You can rest as soon as we get inside Sam, I've set you up in Bobby's library.'

'I – I don't know what to say Jim,' Sam blushed, 'thanks doesn't seem enough neither does I'm sorry.'

'Oh Sam son whatever for?' Jim crouched down in front of the chair and tried to catch Sam's eye, 'how about we go up and rest on the veranda for a bit? Let the others do some work for a change.' Jim pushed Sam around to the end of the veranda where Bobby had fixed a short ramp, 'up we go my boy.'

With Sam controlling the wheels and Jim on the handles they made it up and over to the chairs where Jim dropped breathlessly, 'guess I'm not as young as I used to be!' He laughed, 'so Sam what was that all about with the "I'm sorry" business back there?'

'I started all of this Jim, I broke the final seal and started Armageddon,' Sam lifted wet-looking eyes, 'it was because of me and then ... then I used my powers when the angels told me not too, now Lucifer hunts me, he wants me to be his vessel. It's all my fault.'

'Ah Sam Winchester where do I start with you?' Jim spoke sternly but lovingly to the distraught young man.

'Jim?'

'None of this is your fault, you were used Sam, yes you did make some big mistakes, but we all make mistakes Samuel. They are the crosses we must all bear, but you are not the only one at fault here, you have to remember that.'

'No, no you don't understand Jim, I knew what I was doing with Ruby ... I knew what I was doing when I used my powers it was all me Jim, I have no right to be forgiven.'

'You really believe that Sam?'

'Yes Sir,' Sam dropped his chin down unable to look into the kind and forgiving eyes of the cleric anymore.

'Sam when the supremacists held you captive and tortured you, did you allow them to use you like that?'

'N-no Sir,'

'When the doctor experimented on you and did those heinous acts did you give him your permission?'

'No,'

'You were the victim, you had no choice in the matter did you?'

'N-no S-Sir,' Sam answered tearfully.

'Sam look at me please,' Jim hooked his finger under Sam's chin and gently made him lift his face, wiping away the tears as they rolled his cheeks. 'You were six months old when Azazel came to your nursery and corrupted your blood, you had no choice in the matter whatsoever,' Jim held his fingers up to silence Sam when he saw him about to protest, 'no let me finish ... you were raised to be a hunter, yes that was all your father really knew and understood but he did it with a true heart, he did love you Sam, you and your brother though he had a hard time showing it.' Jim glanced up at the door where he knew Dean was standing and listening and then he looked back at Sam and continued, 'I truly believe that there were outside influences at work when you left to go to college, some sort of influence on your father. Sam no matter how much the two of you argued, and I know that you and your father clashed over whether the sun rises and sets each day.' Jim smiled when he saw the slight lift of the corners of Sam's mouth, 'he would never have disowned you and struck you like that if he was not under something's or someone's control.'

'You, you knew that he?' Sam gaped when he realised Jim knew everything about one of the worst days of his young life.

'That he hit you?' Jim nodded, 'John came to me afterwards, he and Dean went their separate ways for a while, Dean was so angry with your father ... John turned up on my doorstep suffering from guilt, drunkenness, and a terrible beating. Apparently he went on a binge and picked a fight with some rather large bikies.'

'Sounds like dad,' Sam chuckled and shook his head.

'He told me all about that night, I'm not sure if it was the fever, the drink or just his guilty conscious but he told me everything, including the fight, hitting you and practically pushing you out the door.'

'We, we made up before he died, that was something.' Sam whispered not trusting himself to speak louder with a fresh lot of tears threatening to fall.

'He kept an eye on you Sam, both your father and brother they regularly made trips past Stanford, also Bobby, Caleb and Joshua ... and admittedly I did also Sam, did you ever wonder how Dean knew exactly where to find you?'

'I kind of ... sometimes I could've sworn I heard the impala and when I was in hospital when my migraines got too bad, I'm sure that I heard dad's voice just outside my room.'

'All of your life Sam you have been loved and wanted,' Jim took a moment for his words to sink in before he went on, 'but there have been forces working against that ... some more apparent than others, but believe me Sam none of it was your fault. You were an innocent victim when you were six months old and you are a victim now.'

'Yeah that's me a professional victim and something to be pitied.'

'No, no Sam listen to me ...' Jim took a deep breath he could understand why Dean gets so frustrated with Sam's stubbornness at times, 'You were manipulated Sam, that Ruby she knew exactly what to do, to get you where they wanted you. She played on your grief and loneliness, she took it all and twisted it into a perversion of the truth, she knew the perfect way to get you around to her way of thinking, your guilt and anguish were fuel for her and then she paraded it in front of you all wrapped up in good intentions. You did make the wrong decisions Sam but truthfully she coerced and deceived you in the worst possible way. Then the angels came into the fray, I am still so torn myself and I pray to understand why they did what they did.' Jim shook his head and forced his own conflicted thoughts to the back of his mind, and refocused on Sam. 'I do not believe our Lord would order them to do the heinous acts they have done in His name. His own angels ... Uriel and Zachariah they, they are no better than the demons we hunt.' Jim sighed and fingered his white collar before yanking it free and undoing the top button of his plain black shirt, 'you are precious and loved Sam Winchester don't you ever forget that, you are never going to be bait for Lucifer or anyone, just as your brother will not be the vessel for Michael. You two boys are your own unique persons and no one holy or evil has got the right to destroy that.'

'Wow Jim,' Sam exclaimed a smile curling the corners of his mouth, 'I have known you my entire life and that is the most I have ever heard you say outside the church!'

S—D

Dean decided to look for Sam and Jim, they were taking too long to come inside, even though Bobby and Janice said that they'd be fine and just be talking. 'Just be talking my ass.' Dean grumbled, he had a mother of a headache, his body ached from the tips of his hair down to his toe-nails, as he put his hand on the door handle he heard their voices drifting in from the veranda. Before he could interrupt them Dean heard his father mentioned and his curiosity rose to the point where he didn't even feel guilty for eavesdropping. He rested his forehead on the door and listened intently as Jim spoke to Sam, and surprisingly enough his normally argumentative baby brother was listening.

The night when their family fell apart, Dean flinched when he heard Jim talking about it, his own memories too close to the surface still; how he tried so desperately to push them apart, to get them to sit down and take a breather. But, he had never seen his father so angry before it was no normal anger, John was in a full blown rage, and Dean actually feared for his brother's life.

John's spittle spraying onto his face as his tirade continued, desperately he tried to wedge himself between them when John shoved him away and unable to stop himself Dean crashed into the wall, and lay there stunned on the verge of losing consciousness. His family's voices rose as the verbal abuse continued and then a strange sound and silence. Shaking his head, Dean winced and pulled himself up using the back of the couch; waiting for the dizziness to subside he was finally able to focus on Sam's face; his heart skipped a beat when he saw the large hand-shaped bruise appearing on his brother's cheek, the tears shining in those green eyes but none fell. Sam stood as still as a statue, unblinking, unmoving just staring in horror at his father.

John swayed, shook his head and cursed when the movement made his headache worse, 'you are not going anywhere ... you ungrateful brat.'

'I'm leaving dad, and if he wants ... I want Dean to come with me.' Sam turned his luminous gaze onto his brother and Dean cringed under the weight of it.

'Dean is staying here, he has no brother and I have no son.'

'Dad!' Dean cried out but his father never heard him as he grabbed Sam by the arm and physically dragged him to the front door.

'You wanna go then go, but you have no family ... you go out that door and you never come back.' John snarled twisting his fingers in the scruff of Sam's T-shirt he pulled his son so close that their noses nearly touched, 'you are dead to me.' He added before throwing his youngest son out of the door.

Horrified Dean stood watching the scene play out in front of him; it was as though someone had glued his feet to the floor and was unable to move. His stomach churned as he stared at the stranger he thought was his father. 'What have you done dad?'

Dean felt himself slide down the door until his butt hit the floor, the memories slicing through his walls like lasers leaving scorched flesh and wounds that would never heal.

Jim's version of his visit with John afterwards quenched Dean's nausea, perhaps his dad was possessed that night, it would explain a lot. But, Dean would never forget the look of hurt and utter betrayal on his brother's face as he waved goodbye from the bus window.

The mention of the angels and demons brought Dean out of his depressive reverie and he slowly hauled himself onto his feet, took a deep cleansing breath as he straightened his shoulders, ran his fingers through his hair and then down his face to wipe away the invisible cobwebs. Taking another breath he opened the door and stepped out onto the veranda to join his brother and friend.

S—D

Lilith threw her goblet against the wall and took perverse delight in watching the thick blood trickle down, making scarlet patterns on the dirty white paintwork. 'What do you mean you can't locate them?' She screeched her talon like fingernails slicing through the tender flesh of the messenger's face.

He flinched away from his mistress and held the fragile remains of his cheek, with blood slick fingers, 'it is as though they no longer exist, as though they are no longer on the earth ... someone or something has used some powerful mojo Mistress.'

'Summon the human minions, and find out where the human friends of the Winchesters are ... if is war they want then it is a war that they will get.' Lilith declared her blue eyes glittering with madness and power.

'What are you doing Lilith?' Lucifer asked as he dismissed the messenger, healing his cheek with a single fingertip.

'I am declaring war on the humans hiding your vessel my Lord Lucifer,' Lilith tilted her head in reverence, 'we strike the humans and we will bring out the Winchesters.'

'I do like the way you think, bring me their cough holy man James Murphy, instruct Rodgers and the minions I want him brought to me alive.'

'Your wish is my command Lord Lucifer.' Lilith smiled sweetly and took his hand in hers, lifting it to her mouth Lilith brushed a soft, sensuous kiss across his palm, 'War has begun.'

TBC