a/n: Sorry for the long wait, I've got this chapter for you and another. Hope you enjoy!
The Power of Two:
"What the hell do you mean?" Dean demanded, trying very much to ignore the throbbing in his head.
Castiel was quiet for a moment. "Lucifer has custody of Nathan."
"How could you let this happen?" Dean growled though he knew that this wasn't Cas' fault, nothing had gone as they had expected or wanted it to go. But either way, the end result was the same; they had to get Nathan back before Lucifer did anything.
"Can't you tract him?" Sam asked, giving Dean time to cool off.
Castiel shook his head ever so slightly. "With the protection spell on his ribs, I would have had a hard enough time locating him; but it seems that Lucifer has placed his own spell on Nathan, one that makes it so that I can't even sense his soul's energy."
"Can't you trace the Devil?" Bobby asked, his voice way gruffer than usual. "That was how we found him the first time."
Castiel nodded. "It is possible," he said in agreement.
There was a pregnant beat of silence as no one said anything or moved.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Bobby demanded; way more abrupt than before. "Find my son!"
Castiel's gaze sliced his way before he disappeared.
"Easy, Bobby." Sam spoke softly. "It's not his fault."
"Right." Bobby said sarcastically. "Because he wasn't the one who put my son in that situation!"
"No, he wasn't!" Dean shouted back suddenly, and sucked in a deep breath; he was just as upset as Bobby. "We were the ones that started this mess, and we screwed it up by thinking that because we had the Colt it was going to solve all out merry problems."
"We did go in half-cocked." Sam agreed, running his fingers through his long locks.
"Where is the Colt?" Bobby asked suddenly.
All three shared a look before they cursed simultaneously.
"I dropped it when Lucifer threw me at that frigin' tree!" Dean hissed out, pissed at himself for losing the Colt.
Because even if it didn't work on the Devil, it could still kill all the other badies and they could have used it to their advantage.
Lucifer sat in the metal folding chair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. The place surrounding him was dark but for a small beam of silver moon light that shone through a grime crusted window; but because he wasn't human he could see the object of his fascination perfectly.
The beam of light was aimed at Nathan, who lay on the damp ground with a containment sigil carved into the ground beneath him. He was still out of it, the spell that Lucifer had cast directly into his heart still taking effect on him at the moment.
It was actually one that Lucifer had created for the soul purpose of using it on himself; so that he'd be able to block out his presence from everyone and all—but as it turned out, he was unable to cast it on himself; but this was the next best thing. Another Winchester, he was still puzzled by this fact. How could he have not known? The Winchester were the key to his success, yet at the same time they were the key to his downfall. So how could he not have known of a third Winchester?
It was obvious that he had been protected, pretty well for Lucifer to not have noticed him for this long.
But why? Was there a reason why he was protected and the other Winchesters weren't?
He had appeared out of nowhere, with the gust of wind and the faint sound of flapping wings; sounds that he had once possessed but now hated. It was the sounds of Angels, but Nathan wasn't an Angel, no he was completely Human—complimented by Castiel's signature Enochian sigils craved into his ribs.
That could be the reason as to why Lucifer hadn't known of him, but while he was putting his own sigils into Nathan's heart, he found that Castiel's work had been recent. He was a Vessel to dear older brother Michael, but he could tell that the human hadn't been in contact with any other Angel other than Castiel.
Lucifer looked at Nathan's face intently; it looking pale in the silver light of the moon. He definitely had the Winchester features, but there seemed to be something more specific about them. Something about them was more familiar than it should be, almost like he had seen them before. He closed his eyes for a spilt second, the faces of all the Winchesters he knew flashing across his lids; and he found it. The elder of the Winchester brothers, Michael's true Vessel; Dean Winchester. He opened them again; but that would mean that Mary Winchester had had two children, as set of twins instead of just a single pregnancy.
Lucifer found a small smile place across his lips; this was very interesting indeed.
If Dean was so protective of his younger brother Sammy, Lucifer could only begin to imagine how protective he would be of the brother who came to be over his split atom.
The smile grew, stretching fully across Lucifer's lips; now he knew that he could use this to his advantage. He could possibly even bend the Winchesters to his will as long as he had Nathan in his possession. He knew that he had to play this just right or it wouldn't work; and if he couldn't, he could still break Nathan's will and gain control over the Winchester and can use him like a Trojan horse.
Lucifer was an expert at this; being able to break someone's will and have them at his beck and call, obeying his every order—he was the King of Hell after all, they didn't call him the Devil for nothing, the Master of the Demons; the very race that he created.
He stood from the chair and slowing made his way over to Nathan, who now just seemed to be coming to, able to sense the power that he emitted. And there was no time like the present to make his plan into reality.