The Power of Two: About Two Weeks Later

Dean watched in horror as the bullet hole in the Devil's temple started to heal itself.

He couldn't seem to move, frozen to the spot next to the deep hole that Lucifer had dug. He could only stare in fear as Lucifer climbed to the feet, shook his head before rubbing his temple.

"Well, that wasn't very nice of you." Lucifer commented, staring at Dean.

"Uh," Dean gave him a slightly nervous smile. "It was worth a try. No hard feelings?"

"Why not?" Lucifer said a little too cheerfully for the Winchester's liking. "But it's my turn now."

Dean had only time for his eyes to widen before Lucifer grabbed the front of his shirt, and tossed him about 20 yards away. There was nothing that he could do to really stopped the impacted, it happened to quickly. His head heading straight for that tree truck and then it was over. He knocked him out and the second before he made contact, Dean knew that there was going to be one hell of a head-splitting ach when he finally woke up—that was if everything didn't go to hell and the Devil didn't kill him and take Sammy as a Vessel.

"Dean!" Sam tried to run to his brother's aid, but was held back by an invisible force.

He looked back at the Devil who just smirked at him and he felt lead in the pit of his stomach; he was helpless, surrounded by thirty-some Demons and Lucifer with Dean out of commission.

"All you have to do is say YES, Sam." Lucifer told him, his voice creepily smooth and gentle. "Say YES and all this can be over, I'll even let your brother live." he allowed, glancing in Dean's direction—who was crumpled on the ground.

Sam didn't have the slightest inkling to say YES, he was never going to say YES because if he did, then he knew that everything would come crumbling down. He ground his teeth together, only able to glare—Lucifer had said that there was only five things in this world that were able to kill him; they'd thought that the Colt would be one of them, but apparently not.

"Sammy," Lucifer drawled out happily, his arms spread in a welcoming jester and Sam couldn't help the cringe that crossed his face; it was one thing that Dean and Bobby called him that, but the frigin' Devil? "It just one word, three simple letters, one syllable—what's the worst that could really happen?"

Sam couldn't help the scoff that left his lips despite the fact that he was scoffing at the Devil while surrounded by Demons. "Only the Apocalypse."

"The Apocalypse is just the end to start a new beginning, Sam." Lucifer told him. "To create a world in a better image."

"And who says that your image of how the world should be?" Sam demanded.

"I am the Morning Star, the creator and commander of Hell, creator and master to all Demons—of course I get a say." Lucifer smiled at him.

"That doesn't mean anything," Sam said back. "Just because you're super-evil, doesn't mean that you can take over the world!" he shouted, his eyes flickering over to where Dean lay, only to find that his brother was no longer there. He made sure not to show any signs of it on his face, while he tried to figure out whether this was a good thing or a bad thing—hopefully it was Cas that had taken him and not something else.

"I'd hate to contradict you, Sam." Lucifer slowly shook his head, his hands on his hips. "But I seem to be doing a pretty good job of taking over."

Sam gritted his teeth, straining against the invisible force that Lucifer still held him in. This was not how this was supposed to go down; the Colt was supposed to have killed the Devil, and with Lucifer defeated, everything would have went back to how it was before—before Sam had gotten hooked on Demon blood.

"You may not say YES now, but I know when you will." Lucifer teased him.

"I am never going to say YES." Sam growled.

"Detroit, three weeks from now." he predicted.

"I'll die before I ever say YES to the likes of you." Sam hissed, hating the certainty he saw in Lucifer's eyes.

"And I'll just bring you back, Sam."

"Haven't you ever heard of letting sleeping dogs lie?" Nathan piped up from behind Lucifer.

"Nathan!" Sam's eyes widened.

Lucifer spun around, his hold on Sam vanishing.

Sam knew that he needed to do something, but before he could think of what that was, Castiel appeared in front of him and touched two fingers to the center of his forehead—they disappeared from sight, but that was below Lucifer's notice at the moment.

Lucifer cocked his head slightly as he stared at Nathan, he felt and looked familiar.

"And who are you?" he asked.

Nathan just gave him a small, knowing smile. "Too low on the food chain to earn your notice, I'm sure." he knew that now was not the time to be playing game, but he needed to buy time and create distraction—despite the fact that he could nearly piss his pant right about now because this was the frigin' Devil!

Lucifer actually sniffed the air and his eyebrows shot up in surprise overriding his control. "A Winchester!"

Now Nathan's eyebrows shot up in surprise and slight shock. "How could you possibly know that?" he demanded, forgetting for the moment that he was talking to the King of Hell.

"How could I have not known this?" Lucifer demanded of himself.

"Anyway," Nathan winced, making a sweeping gesture. "I should probably get going." he started to slowly sidle away, but then Lucifer's head snapped to him.

"You're not going anywhere!" he growled, lunging forward to grab a hold of Nathan, but turning into a tackle and knocked them into the hole that the Devil had been digging for his summoning spell.

Nathan grunted loudly and painfully as he landed on the hard dirt, the distance he had fallen—at least twelve feet deep—and the weight of Lucifer on top of him making it all the more hurtful. He was stunned, pretty sure that he was going to have a big ass bruise later, and he wasn't able to move for a few precious moment until Lucifer lifted his weight off of him, but still kept Nathan pinned.

Nathan let out a groan and blinked open his eyes, it was dark down in this pit, but he could still make out Lucifer's face looming above his. This was definitely not how this was supposed to go down—he couldn't say that he was surprised that the Colt hadn't killed the Devil; it was the King of Hell and there was no way that a simple gun could kill him. Dean getting knocked out and Cas coming to grab him without Lucifer's notice and then Sam as well, while Nathan distracted him—it had gone on fine until Nathan was too slow. It was bad enough that Lucifer could tell that he was of Winchester decent just by smelling him, but now he was trapped?

Nathan tried to struggle from his grip, but Lucifer was stronger and had him thoroughly pinned.

"You're not going anywhere," he hissed in Nathan's ear. "I've lost the brothers, but I'm not letting you go."

"Well, I don't plan of sticking around!" Nathan growled back, straining against him.

Lucifer smirked. "Trust me, friend; when I'm done with you, you're not going anywhere."

"I'm not your frie—" Nathan started as Lucifer started to chant something in Enochian and placed his hand flat against Nathan's heart.

Nathan didn't get very far because there was this very bright light that came from Lucifer's hand, and shot down into his heart and scream that left Nathan's throat was so loud and tortured that it broke off and became nothing. Nathan arched up into his with the pain of it, his emerald eyes wide and filled with pain were blank. Finally, he collapsed back against the ground, a strained breath leaving his parted lips and he lay still—unresisting and in total commission.

Lucifer smirked down at him, glad that he had both caught a strange Winchester as well as the fact that his incantation had worked. For now, Nathan was his and Lucifer was going to use this to his advantage.

note: this will be the last chapter for awhile, hope that you've enjoyed. I'll keep writing but will be unable to post until about January 10th.