A/N! I am having a really, really rough day. There are really hard desicions my family has to make. So I needed a way out. Write fiction and study for my exams is all I can do. Sorry if there are mistakes, I am really tired.
No extra warnings this time, but be warned for grahpic imagery.
I hope you'll enjoy!
"Chapter 3 "Fear, fear, as the Devil draws near..."
NOW...
Dean knew the wound on his leg was bleeding anew. The thick, hot blood had stained the bandages and was running all the way down from his knee to the floor. The pain was unbearable, yet all the green eyed man dared to do, was to take a couple of wobbly steps to the side. One would have already collapsed to the floor, allowing the force of gravity work its magic and draw the numb body down, so that the extremely strained muscles could finally relax. But he gritted his teeth and remained standing. Sam managed to look at him, their eyes meeting for just a second, but it was all Dean needed to give him strength.
What is more valiant? Allowing the Devil to torture you, or standing still, frozen in place, eyes fixed on the floor, staring at the Devil tormenting the person you love the most?
Dean didn't know. All he could see was the small knife which Lucifer was dragging on the skin of Sam's back. With slow, elegant moves he carved and cut the skin, relishing the sight of blood dying the edge of the knife. Sam couldn't even moan in pain anymore. He was floating in the air, a few inches above the ground, hands on the back of his head, facing Dean, who was frozen in place.
He yearned to flee. Yet, he knew he couldn't. Sam was allowing Lucifer to torture him. Yet his hazel eyes were fixed on Dean, seeking the courage which was hiding in those emerald green orbs. Seeking the courage to keep fighting. But Dean was empty, he had nothing left. No bravery, no courage, no hope. And he certainly had no valiance... And yet, there he was, still on his feet. Eyes on Sam...
THEN...
"Old habits die hard. Old loves, they die harder... Don't they, Dean?" The voice questioned, making the hair on Dean's arms rise, as a chill worked its way down his spine. This couldn't be...
Mary turned around abruptly, raising her gun, pointing the man in between the eyes. "Who the hell are you?" She demanded, voice steady, finger on the trigger. Dean's breath was caught in his throat and his body was numb, unable to move an inch. How... How could this be? "I asked you a fucking question, now answer it, before I put a bullet right in between your eyes!" Mary snapped, her sharp tone making Dean blink.
"Wow, mama is a tough one, isn't she?" The figure asked and only then did Dean found the strength to get up from his chair. "Oh, that looks bad." The man said, face twitching with supposed concern. "Maybe I could fix it, you know, heal you if you want-" "How did you get in here Lucifer?" Dean asked, eyes flicking around the room. "Lucifer? You mean the fallen angel? But you told me that-" Mary's sentence was cut off however, as the man in question spoke again. "Not a fallen Angel mama Mary, an Archangel. The Archangel of light, the beloved son of God, who will soon have a son of his own!" Lucifer corrected, an evil smirk on his face.
"As for how I got here, well..." The fallen angel cast a glimpse over his shoulder to where Ketch's lifeless body was lying and then let his eyes find their way back on Mary—who was still pointing her gun at him- and on Dean, who was now standing next to her, favoring his left side. "That guy shut the bunker down, so all your warding spells were gone as well." The archangel explained dully, savoring the look of surprise on Dean's face. Green eyes flew open as time around Dean seemed to slow down.
Dean could remember himself turning the lever which was providing the bunker with electricity back up, thus turning the lights on. And then he took several steps to his right, turning the second lever back up. That was the warding-system and he- Cold sweat started running down Dean's face and the hunter was not sure it was there because of the sharp pain in his leg. The second lever was not the one responsible for the warding-system. It was the one which reversed the flow of the air back to normal. And as Dean dared to look Lucifer straight in the eyes, he could clearly recall leaving the room after he had turned the second lever back up. Forgetting to turn the third one...
Swallowing soundly, Dean lowered his gaze. The explosion, and more importantly, the debris caused by it, had damaged his leg badly and at that time, all that Dean could think, was to turn the two basic levers back up so that Sam wouldn't die of asphyxiation. The high level of pain had clouded his mind. The mental note he had made, to return back in the control room and power up the warding-system had faded from his memory. Until now. "Didn't think that any supernatural creature could enter your underground fortress, did you?" Lucifer asked, eyes filled with irony. "Of course you didn't, you're not the smartest guy I've ever met." At that point, Lucifer paused, darting his head around the room.
"Speaking of which... Where is our favorite lawyer?" The promise these words held, made Dean swallow soundly, face cringing visibly. Worry about Sam took him over, the pain in his leg forgotten in an instant. Dean lashed forwards before Lucifer had the time to let his ironic smile fall from his lips, grabbing fistfuls of the leather jacket the fallen angel was wearing. Dean pushed the taller man back, biting the inside of his cheek to the point of drawing blood when he put weight on his injured leg. Yet, he let none of the discomfort he was feeling show on his face. His green eyes were burning as rage, fear, determination and hate were battling to take over him.
But Dean pushed them down, and he could swear the gears of his mind could be heard turning. He placed himself in between the Devil and his mother, knowing that the gun she was holding could do nothing to the Archangel. Fixing his green eyes to the ones of the man before him, Dean made sure to use his broad shoulders to block his mother's form from Lucifer's line of sight. That way, she could paint the expelling symbol without being noticed. And once Lucifer was gone, Dean would run to the control room to power the freaking warding back up. All he needed was Lucifer's gaze on him and not on his mother. Clearing his throat, Dean spoke, voice poisonous.
"Listen up, you son of a bitch, I don't know why you're not in your Goddamned cage, I don't know who got you out, or how you got here..." Dean paused then, his eyes narrowing on his face, as they witnessed Lucifer raising an eyebrow. "Well, that second question of yours is not so hard to figure out, is it Dean?" Lucifer mocked, grabbing the hunter's wrist in a vice-like grip. "That's what you get when you befriend a low-life demon who proclaims to be the King of Hell." Lucifer explained, amused as he watched all color leaving Dean's already pale face. "Oh, but don't worry. I killed him. His red-haired mother too." The words fell on Dean as if they were a tone of bricks, hitting him hard and fast.
Dean wasn't feeling sad that the King of Hell was dead, to the contrary. Yet, at the sound of those words, every alarm bell started ringing in his head. If both Crowley and Rowena were dead, then how the Hell was Lucifer supposed to be put back in his forsaken Cage? "What do you want Lucifer?" The hunter muttered lowly, while raising up to his full height in an attempt to shield his mother's figure. He just had to play along for a minute or two... "I am killing time until my son comes rocking into this sad little world of yours." The Devil replied, sheer irony filling his voice.
"The kid is dead, the Brits killed your girlfriend along with your son." Dean spat, torn between wishing for this statement to be true and wishing for his mother to just paint the fucking symbol. "Dean, Dean, Dean..." Lucifer's snarky, low voice was accompanied by the slightest movement of his free hand. Before the green eyed man could blink, he found himself falling backwards, hitting the cold floor hard and fast. His injured leg was shaken to its core by the impact and Dean was sure all air left his lungs, as a pained yelp escaped his lips.
Through blurry eyes, Dean saw Lucifer kneeling beside him, his long hand extended, moving threateningly towards his neck. "You suck at lying, you know that?" Before the fallen Angel could touch Dean however, a series of well aimed gunshots broke the silence. Keen green eyes flew open as they witnessed one, then a second and a third hole ripping through Lucifer's figure. Three holes, one on his right shoulder, the next on his left, right above his heart, and the third one on his sternum. The fallen Angel came to a sudden halt, flicking his gaze from Dean to Mary.
"Um... That was... fun, I guess?" A part of Dean could not help but wonder, where was so much irony coming from? Lucifer retreated, getting back on his feet, taking step after step towards Mary, who fired the rest of the bullets her gun had, all the while refusing to take a single step back. Dean rolled over to his stomach and using his hands as well as his uninjured leg, he managed to stand, taking a few wobbly steps to his left. Darting his eyes on the nearby walls, his heart sunk. There was no expelling symbol painted on any of them. It was then, that the shocking realization hit him. Mary had never had to expel an angel from a room. She had no idea how to paint the symbol.
"You know, mama Mary..." The fallen Angel hummed, grabbing both of Mary's wrists with his right hand, making her drop her gun, which landed on the floor with a thud. "You have potential... I can see why Azazel chose you..." His words were spoken in a low tone, which made the woman freeze in place. "But you just wasted all your bullets, am I right?" With a wave of his free hand, Lucifer threw Dean on the opposite wall of the room, making him drop his Swiss knife before he had the time to cut his palm with it. His pained grunt made Mary flinch and she started thrusting against her capture's vicious hold, yet again. "Ah, not only did you waste the bullets, but you don't know how to make the one symbol which can cast me out of here, am I right sweetheart?" He questioned, smiling evilly.
"You know so much, and yet no one bothered to teach you that symbol... Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, now that, is what I call a major mistake..." Lucifer announced, turning his gaze on Dean, who was also struggling against invisible bonds. "Now, since I know exactly where that loyal, useless angel of yours is hiding my son, all I have to do is wait until he pops out. Until then..." Dean's eyes widened at the sound of those words and he growled deep in his throat. The fallen angel chose to ignore him, in favor of inhaling deeply, taking in Mary's scent. "Is this how you get off, you slummy son of a bitch?" She muttered, disgust audible in her voice.
"Not really... See, mama Mary, I have a thing for brunettes." Lucifer replied, casting a look over his shoulder at Dean, whose face was white as a sheet. "Especially the ones with hazel eyes..." The words were not spoken aloud, but instead were silently mouthed to Dean, who started ranting. "You sick son of a bitch, you won't touch him, ever again you hear me? I'll throw you in Hell and then I'll come down there myself and show you just what Alistair taught me those ten years!" Mary's face frowned at the sound of the name Alistair, and her gaze found the one of her son. "Oh, that's scary..." Lucifer muttered, making sure to let fear and mockery show clear as day on his face. Dean could only growl.
"But let's get back to you, mama." Lucifer announced, voice playful. "A hunter like you should know the notorious Alistair, the great tormentor." Mary lowered her gaze, nodding her head in approval. "I had heard rumors about him." "Oh, but rumors are not even close to what he can do-" "What he could do." Dean corrected, voice low, yet there was an edge of irony in it. Raising an eyebrow, Lucifer eyed Dean. "You want to talk about Alistair, that's fine. You want to tell her how he tortured me for more than thirty years when I was in Hell, go ahead and do it. But remember-" Dean's ranting was short lived however, as Lucifer cut him off.
"Well, actually, I was planning on letting your mom know of the souls you yourself had tortured, when you took Alistair's deal." Mary's face twitched and a mix of what could be easily identified as shock and disgust was painted all over it. "Woops... Forgot to mention that, did you Dean?" The smile was wide across the Devil's face. "He was Alistair's student, and a great one of that." He added, feeling Mary's body shaking. "Oh, the souls he has tortured under Alistair's watchful gaze... The things he did to them..." The Devil let the words fall from his lips slowly, evenly. "So, what was it, that you wanted me to remember, Dean?" Lucifer questioned, aware of Dean's attempts to turn his face away from his mother's piercing glance.
For a few moments, it seemed as though Dean was unable to speak. Mary's eyes were fixed on him, requesting answers to questions she knew should had already been uttered from her part. After a while however, Dean found the courage to speak up. And his words were spoken calmly, yet with the strength of a building fire. His voice wavered at first, but it then became steadier by the second, as if he was drawing power out from some secret source deep within his heart. And maybe he was...
"You should never forget, Lucifer... That Alistair is dead, once and for all. You should never forget, that it was Sam who killed him. It was Sam, who defeated Alistair, and then he defeated you as well." There, Dean paused, locking his eyes with those of his mother again. Mary couldn't help but notice the sheer amount of fate, awe and adoration Dean's words contained. And much like the Devil, Mary knew beyond any doubt, that they were truthful to the very last syllable. "So, you can go on, lay out all my failures, all my mistakes. Make this woman hate me, if that's what you came here for. But remember, that Sam was always there, to make things right. There, to send you crumbling down into that Cage of yours. And make no mistake... He will do it again."
After that, everything were quiet, as an eerie, heavy silence coated the room. Lucifer's shiny red orbs met fierce green ones, and one could almost taste the hatred radiating out of Lucifer. Yet, no words were uttered. All remained still. Quiet. Calm. It was the calm before the storm. The stillness before thunder struck.
The heavenly peace, before the hellish havoc.
End of Chapter 3
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