Chapter 2 – Human

I meant to get this out earlier but stuff came up and school has been hectic. Anyways you know the drill, I don't own Dean or Sam etc.

Hope you enjoy.

Lucifer entered the bar and everyone looked at the new arrival. His hand twitched at his side. The bar was perfect. The pool tables were covered with money and cheap beer. He walked up to the bar and sat on a stool. The burly bartender nodded in his direction as he wiped a rag around an empty glass.

He waved the bartender over. Everyone's head turned again.

Lucifer smirked. He glanced around and they returned to their alcohol. A local brew was placed on the counter but he didn't take a drink.

He glanced down the bar to where a thin man sat, his frail frame not fitting into his obviously hand-me-down jacket, but his expression marked him as cunning and deceitful. A small black tattoo of a cobra decorated the base of his neck, half hidden under his collar. Lucifer nodded and the man looked away.

Turning, he made eye contact with a girl still watching him intently. She stood from her booth, easily sliding out of her boyfriend's protective embrace. She crossed the room to lean on the bar next to him. A muffled exclamation followed her. Angry footsteps echoed on the floor.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Yeah, what the Hell do you think you're doing, Sam's voice echoed.

Lucifer looked at the girl's boyfriend, who visibly flinched, but his ego couldn't justify what instinct told him. The girl made a show of fending him off. Everyone glanced at the pair, deciding it was nothing of interest, and then they looked away. Lucifer's eyes flooded to blood red. The boyfriend jumped and ran from the bar.

"Hey," she said in a seductive tone, turning to face him. Lucifer blinked and the girl gazed into Sam's soft hazel eyes.

Hey stupid! Run away right now. Get the Hell out of here. Leave!

Lucifer looked at her, interested.

No. Hey, you can't do that! This is my body, Sam flinched in the back of his mind.

Lucifer slid the beer over for her to take. She glanced at him, clearly enticed, and Lucifer smiled Sam's winning grin.

The girl chugged the alcohol and slammed the glass on the counter with a confused expression. It wouldn't satisfy her thirst. Lucifer ordered another with the wave of his finger and Sam fought him.

You idiot, what the fuck are you doing! Hey, go home, run, leave. It was a valiant effort but futile all the same. The drink rested on the counter as the bar ignored the new patron.

The girl chugged the new beer, not spilling a drop. When she was finished she stared at the bottom, as if uncertain how the liquid disappeared. Her hand went up to signal the bartender, but Lucifer caught her hand half way. She started, staring at him

Her eyes smiled longing at him, unabashedly assessing Sam's figure. Lucifer kept his hand rested gently on her arm. She was small compared to Sam. Gentle curves filled out her tight shirt and jeans. She leaned into him, placing her hands on his thighs.

Lucifer made Sam smile.

Hell no! Lucifer ignored Sam's protests.

"Let's go," she said and grabbed his hand. She headed for the door but Lucifer didn't move, simply leaned against the bar, and pulled her back.

She looped her arms around his neck. Her lips were soft and anxious, pushing him into the bar, even as her arms pulled him closer. Sam's hands instinctively fell to her hips, the soft shirt sliding between his fingers, smooth skin like fire on Sam's arms.

No… Sam's voice was a discernable moan.

Lucifer focused on the familiar feel of her body. Her stomach pressed flat against his. Her fingers laced into his hair. She was unaware of anything else, and he was aware of her every movement.

His hands slid up the back of her shirt. Stop. That's too far. Sam's voice was desperate. He hated himself for feeling anything. Hey you're in my body! You can't just…

Just what? Lucifer asked, still focusing on the girl's mouth. Sam, I don't think you realize how unimportant you are right now.

Sam fell silent. She paused to jerk the shirt over her head. A small flower in black ink was tattooed above her breast. Lucifer gripped her shoulders and held her at arm's length, assessing the tattoo, and nodded.

His eyes flooded red.

Wait, hey. You can't do this. Sam was shocked and flustered. You are one fucked up bastard!

She stumbled backwards and Lucifer nodded a third time. Demon's descended upon her and pinned her to the floor. Next to the girl they held down the scrawny man. Lucifer smiled as her screams echoed within the bar. Sam cringed.

What are you doing? Stop. What are you doing to her?

"Get used to it, Samuel," he smirked to himself. Lucifer's voice was deeper than Sam's had been. Something in his voice made his words come alive.

He grabbed the arm of a female demon laughing at the two humans. She jumped at the touch. "My lord," her voice was excited. She knew what he wanted. "Willingly, my king."

What the Hell are you doing? Sam struggled again.

He smiled and kissed her forehead. Sam's knife slid lightly across the demon's arms. She smiled back at him and knelt between the two humans. The blood fell on their lips in unison and the female demon laughed.

Fuck, Sam gasped.

I have a few friends that want to come out and play. Sam shivered at the mental images rolling from Lucifer's mind. It was as if a Reaper touched his mind.

Holy shit. Let 'em go! Just let them go.

The bartender's hand was wrapped firmly around the scrawny man's jaw, keeping his mouth agape for the flow of blood. A stocky biker held the girl's mouth open. Her screams muffled as -she tried not the swallow the thick red-black liquid.

Lucifer placed a hand on the female demon's shoulder and she drew her arms back. He kissed her forehead again, thanking her for her blood. The knife wounds sealed over instantly. The victims were whimpering on the floor unable to move even as the demons stepped back.

No, no, no. Not them. They didn't ask for this!

Lucifer laughed. They did though. That's the thing. I don't have to force you humans to bring about the apocalypse and the end of your parasitic race. You do that all on your own.

He gazed down at them both before stepping over their heads to walk out the front door. Black smoke flooded the air over both victims. They choked on the endless clouds being forced down their throats. Their screams were muffled by the demons possessing them.

The cool night air played gently on Lucifer's skin. As much as he hated the animals that his father loved unconditionally, the pleasure of his new body sparked a fiery jealousy within him. Humans enjoyed the wonderful sensations of actual life. They weren't hindered by forced obedience and unconditional servitude. They were free. None of them deserved it, filthy creatures.

Sam shuddered. You're jealous of us? Sam laughed. Hey buddy, did you ever think that jealousy is a very human emotion.

Good observation Samuel. Lucifer sighed. If jealousy makes me more human, then all the better for now.

Sam scowled.

Lucifer needed to see what his garden had become. His vision heightened in the dark. The glow of life returned and the world was set aflame. Sam flinched in the light.

A chuckle escaped Lucifer. Your brother didn't flinch.

Fuck you. Sam cringed as Lucifer remembered possessing Dean. A filtered scream echoed from the memory.

Sam! Dean's voice rang purely through Sam's mind until Lucifer felt him shaking. He ignored Sam's pain.

The dark woods around the bar gave off a gentle hum of life. The bright lights of small animals were tainted by their fear, and Lucifer found himself remembering Eden's life and the brightness he saw it in. It could be overwhelming and beautiful. It is why he had wanted to protect it from the foul refuse of humanity.

The night sky was thin. Lucifer closed his eyes and remembered the creation of stars. Each orb gently pulsing in his hands as he placed them across the vast space. His creations. They glowed brightly.

A vivid light for each child of He who created all shall glow in the cosmos for eternity. Perfect and pure as the angel's they mimic.

Lucifer looked away as the memories flowed out. They wouldn't stop. Sam gaped in wonder, slowly being pulled out of his mournful shaking.

His star shown brightest of all, brighter than Michael's which rests in the north to guide and was first placed and therefore does not move. No, his was glorious and could light the night better than the moon.

Lucifer shook his head in annoyance, his hand going to his temple in a very human gesture. This body would not allow him to suppress the images flooding his mind. He loathed revealing his mind to his vessel. No human had the right to see Eden, and here he was allowing Sam to revel in its beauty.

And as his Father cast him from Heaven, his star followed and passed forever into the underworld. It crashed in the nothing of Hell and formed the raging fires that would burn for eternity, and yet its light was gone; only its power remained.

"Lucifer," a smooth voice called. It broke him from his nostalgia. He turned and smiled at his companion. Sam's confusion grew to horror. He quickly recognized Lucifer's second in command.

A laugh slipped out of Lucifer's mouth. Sam had studied well. Humans never get anything right.

What's that supposed to mean? Sam fumed in the back of Lucifer's mind.

It means… the horrors your books create aren't half of what we're capable of.

"I knew you would like it." She smiled and licked a drop of blood off her lips.

"I had to make sure it was you," Lucifer whispered.

She stepped in close and rested her hands on Sam's chest.

Lucifer felt nothing at the touch, but Sam reacted as if her hands were made of fire. Stop her, tell her to stop. He cringed and fought Lucifer again.

The fabric conformed to Lucifer's chest as she slid her hands down the curves of his body. "You should know me by now." Her playful expression was back, but her eyes glinted and flooded to a dark blue. The navy stood out against her dark lashes. Lucifer pushed a lock of her black hair behind her ear. She smiled widely and kissed his palm.

Sam tried to pull away.

"I've missed your company," Lucifer said, a fondness slipping into his voice.

"And I have missed yours as well," mocked a voice from the door. The brush of boots on the ground marked the man's movement across the lot.

Sam panted with relief as the hands fell from his chest.

"Well that makes one of us," she growled. "I could have gone another millennium in Hell without hearing your voice."

"It's not like your voice is a chorus of angels. At least I serve a purpose." His eyes turned a burnt orange.

"Really, did the pet monkey get promoted so you could take his place?"

"At least I'm not a whore whose only job is to relieve-"

"I hope you miss Hell 'cause I'm going to bury you so far in the pit that no one will ever have to deal with you again."

"I'd like to see you try," he laughed, an echo of fear making the last word quiver. She dove at him.

Lucifer caught her wrist and pulled her tightly against his body. He ignored Sam's gasp at her touch. "Astoreth. Beelzebub. Enough." The thin man crossed his arm and proceeded to mock her silently. She tried to jerk away. "Enough!" Both demons stopped immediately. His voice brought silence to the chirping forest.

Astoreth turned her face back to Lucifer. The rose on her breast had sprouted vines; Lucifer watched them grow out of her shirt to climb her neck. They appeared like dark veins on her pale skin. The vines climbed her cheek and curled around her left eyes. He pulled up her hand and saw the gentle vines trailing across her thumb.

He looked from one demon to the other. "We have work to do." Both grinned expectantly. "Beelzebub. Organize those who have escaped in the area. Start amassing my army."

"Of course," the demon half bowed before sliding back into the bar.

"And what am I to do," Astoreth said. She stayed tucked against him and smiled.

"I have many jobs for you. But we will start with something simple." Sam pressed against his mind in revolt, the pain shooting through him. Lucifer had to become human, if just for a moment.

You can never know what it is like to be human. You have no idea how it feels!

You can teach me well enough.

I'm not doing anything. You don't learn to be human. You're either human or you're not.

Humanity is a condition, an impurity of the mind and soul. It isn't exclusive or permanent. You'll see, and help. You won't be able to stop yourself. A startled yelp from the back of his mind was satisfying as Lucifer forced Sam into silence.

Her back hit the car with a rough thud. He pressed himself flush against her. Lucifer felt the entire length of her body mesh against his. His mouth started on hers and proceeded to trace the tattoo twisting down her cheek to the collar of her shirt. A startled groan echoed in the back of his mind.

She gasped against him pulling him in closer and holding him in place. She slid her hands up his shirt and traced Sam's muscles with the tip of her fingers. Sam whimpered softly, but the pain was overwrought by need.

Lucifer picked her up and immediately, he pushed her against the wall, sliding slowly toward the bedroom. The deserted cabin by the sea was instantly cooler against their skin. His hand slid back into her shirt and pulled it over her head. His mouth moved roughly against hers.

A startled couple stumbled into the entry way at the noise and Lucifer raised his hand at them. Before their startled cries even left their throats they fell lifeless to the floor. Astoreth glanced over and smiled. Lucifer caught her mouth again as she laughed.

Lucifer's arms clutched Astoreth's bare back, sending fire through Sam. His vessel was no longer pulling away. He was diving deeper, falling harder. Sam tossed her hard against the wall and for an instant Lucifer wasn't in control.

Astoreth grunted and swung her legs around his hips. Lucifer pushed Sam back to reassume control.

He carried her through the door. Astoreth fell on the bed and he slid on top of her. She pulled his shirt off and rolled him over. Her legs slid over Lucifer's hips and his jealousy grew with his excitement. His back on the bed she planted kisses down his bare chest.

They burned white hot, each resting bright red on his skin before fading. Sam clutched at the blanket and Lucifer immediately relaxed his hands not wanting to give Sam the satisfaction of control.

The blood coursing through Lucifer sent adrenaline to his mind and he suddenly didn't want to think anymore. He only wanted to feel. He didn't want to plot and plan the down fall of these creatures, and their wonderful feelings. Lucifer wanted to keep them for himself. Sam didn't deserve this, Lucifer did. He had waited so long for this. His eyes flooded red and he looked at Astoreth hungrily.

The clink of his belt buckle was followed by her cool touch on his hips. Lucifer flipped her over; his mouth bearing down on hers. Sam cringed at the burn but pushed forward. All Lucifer could do was laugh into Astoreth's mouth.

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Her black hair clung to Lucifer's sweat slick arm. Astoreth's gentle breathing against his chest told him she had fallen asleep. He picked up her small hand to look at the delicate vines curling down her arm. Lucifer turned the hand over and saw the black rose on Astoreth's palm. He remembered carving them into her soul.

Sam's mind was drowsy, and almost drugged. He didn't even register the pain of Astoreth's skin.

Lucifer decided that he was no longer jealous of Sam. He was almost grateful. Sam was proving to be useful to Lucifer's plan after all.

Sam was a prisoner in his own mind, unable to do anything. He was a small, weak thought that decided to nag Lucifer at inopportune moments. No, he was not jealous of Sam. After all, he was Sam, or what Sam had been. It was Lucifer's body now, and Sam was of little use, Lucifer planned to get rid of him.

As he realized that Sam was irrelevant the drowsiness in the back of his mind began to clear. He could feel Sam becoming more alert. He smiled and untangled himself from Astoreth. His moment of passion was complete. Now he needed pain.

Lucifer walked out into the soft flurries. Sam's jeans provided no protection from the cold. He walked barefoot in the snow to the ocean front. The foam splashed up against his bare chest. Sam shivered against the cold but Lucifer didn't flinch.

What are you doing? Are you suicidal you idiot? Humans can't survive in this. Sam's voice was wrought with shivers.

I'm not suicidal. I'm homicidal and I am not actually human. Lucifer rolled his eyes.

This body is human! I am human!

That's the idea.

The icy water stung his skin, sending shocks through his warm muscles. Lucifer allowed each jolt to waken him from the dullness of Sam's human mind.

He visited Eden often to tend the plants and animals. They walked freely up to him and thanked him from the sun that lit the sky. Each played a part in the garden's life.

He paced deeper into the crashing surf. He could feel his body temperature dropping slowly. Lucifer stopped when the water swayed over his chest. Sam wanted to start shaking uncontrollably.

The bright sun warmed him to the core. It had been his final creation. Father needed something to light his garden. Everything lived because of the sun.

His breathing slowed and his heart followed. Purple and blue had crept into his skin and his blood moved sluggishly through his limbs. His muscles twitched at the lack of oxygen and Lucifer shivered. Sam's mind was numb and failing. Half formed words fell useless against Lucifer's mind.

Lucifer spread his arms and took in the sun. He drew in the energy hungrily. It blazed through him with familiar power. He felt Eden shudder. He saw his father's new creations enjoying the garden with disregard to the order of everything.

Lucifer let Sam feel this last memory. A beautiful image and the feeling of power coursing through his limbs. Sam gasped at the heat, the life, the power coursing through him. Lucifer smiled.

Then he drowned Sam in his pain

Lucifer slid to his knees, completely submerging his body in the salty water. His limbs moved sluggishly and he could feel Sam screaming in the back of his mind. His heart struggled now. The beats were inconsistent and faltering. Lucifer's lungs ached with the need for air.

The scream became a discernable word in the rhythmic slosh of the ocean. A mournful cry. Dean! Sam's voice faded with the drunkenness of death.

Finally, his heart stopped; it was a jarring jolt of pain. His muscles released and he floated weightless in the icy water. The darkness surrounded him as his body swayed with the tide. The ocean beat against his chest with a pulsing cadence.

The water grew lighter. A murky glow filtered through the darkness. Lucifer felt his heart start. He felt his body jerk back into life. He shot out of the frozen water and spread his pure black wings. His face pulled up to Heaven with his eyes closed and face serene. His jeans dripped as the rising sun broke through the clouds.

Lucifer spread his arms and took in the fierce blaze burning the horizon. He drew in the energy hungrily. It raced through him with familiar power. He felt the world shudder. A smile crept across his lips as he basked in the sky.

He landed silently in the snow and walked back to Astoreth. His bare chest and back radiated heat. Each snowflake melted within inches of Lucifer's body. The snow melted around his foot prints. He flexed his wings before furling them against his back. Their comfortable weight balanced him.

Lucifer stepped back into the cabin to find Astoreth dressed, her wet black hair shining blue. She looked up as he walked in. She smiled. "So it worked."

"Yes," Lucifer grinned.

"You are restored. Perfect. And the Winchester?"

"Samuel Winchester is dead. Zacharias provided an adequate sacrifice."

"How did you do it?" She stepped behind him and traced Lucifer's shoulder blades, his black wings.

"I merely possessed this body before. I needed to become essentially human and kill my vessel in order to regain a mirror of my grace, and consequently all my previous power" he stated calmly.

"What color was your hair?" She looked between Sam's brown locks and Lucifer's black wings, curiously.

"How is that relevant?"

"It's not," she mumbled dejectedly. "What do we do next?"

Lucifer turned to face her. "We meet up with Beelzebub. When we get there I'll need you to lead the assault on the chosen savior."

"Dean Winchester? You know where he is?"

"Currently driving toward a small town in Indiana. I need you to get there first. This blow will cripple him significantly. It will also provide adequate distraction for our plan to move forward."

"Can I kill him?"

Lucifer laughed roughly. "You wouldn't be able to," he stated with complete sincerity. He noticed the hurt look on her face and lifted her chin. "I am the only one capable of that."

"Why? He is only human."

"He is only human. Dean was trained to kill demons all his life and you are no different. Now that he is Heaven's new savior, his soul is much greater than it was. He is equal to an angel in some respects. You won't have any power over him as you would with other humans. Without a body I was unable to kill him the first time. Not much can kill him now."

"So he's invincible."

"Hardly. He is protected. He is kept safe by a Heavenly being. But he is still human in body, as the other Winchester was."

"We take out his protection then." Astoreth smiled.

"Only an angel knows how kill another angel. And the price is high to commit such a crime. No demon will be able to destroy his protection."

She placed her hands on his exposed chest. Lucifer felt only her soft touch. "But you can kill him? Does this make you one of God's angel's again?"

"I can never be my Father's slave again. I would never want to." He gripped her wrists. "But I have regained my grace in a way." Lucifer hands glowed against Astoreth's and her skin flushed with heat. The cabin walls disappeared to be replaced by the bar from the night before. Beelzebub sat at the bar, his neck tucked protectively behind his jacket collar.

Lucifer released Astoreth's wrists and walked up silently to the bar. "Progress?" Beelzebub jumped at Lucifer's voice. His wings flexed around his shoulders, the black feathers settling softly. Astoreth stepped in behind him, her hands slid around his right forearm. She tucked herself under his wing. Lucifer ignored her touches.

"Of course. The demons that followed you… The first resistance… They have found an adequate number of human's to possess while avoiding small children at the moment. They are in favor of adults only for their strength and mobility."

Beelzebub swallowed. "The humans not fit for possession for the first battle have been captured and guarded. We own everything within a hundred mile radius of the convent, with an ever expanding army. We're almost at full capacity for the first regiments."

"Excellent. We attack at dusk. We will need to prepare the rest of our forces. Ready the elites to strike the capitals. Cut the head off the snake…" Lucifer mumbled. He pulled Beelzebub's collar back with his free hand and watched as the demon shivered. The snake still rested coiled at the base of his neck.

Lucifer pulled his hand back and motioned Beelzebub up. He walked out with both demons to raise his army. His mind was peacefully silent. Suddenly, his thoughts felt too quiet, like something was there when it wasn't supposed to be.