Robin0203: Perhaps. I'm not sure if or when I will bring them in, or who other then Uncle Azrael will make an appearance. I'm sure we might see some others at some point though! Cause like, it's me, and I can't help myself. LOL!
Telentropy X: Yes, yes you did :D you didn't? I was sure there was some 'between the lines' request there? LOL! Dean, Dean, Dean, honestly I think you have this macho complex goin on sweetie from all the 'success' you've had in intimidation and the like. Lucky for us, Azrael and Lucifer are not so easily swayed. It's about to go down! Lucifer's secret name? OMG okay I love this! So Heylel is supposedly Lucifer's 'real name', which occurs once in the Hebrew Bible, and is supposed to mean something along the lines of 'shining on, light-bearer' or in its Greek translation, 'bringer of dawn',. Which would make sense considering! I don't see 'Lucifer' as being an actual name, more of a title actually, which would have been given when 'Lucifer' was cast down from God's grace. '-el' means's 'of God', so it would be fitting that an angel cast from God's presence would be stripped of such a name. So in this case 'Heylel' would be Lucifer's angel name, and 'Lucifer' would be Heylel's fallen name. If that makes sense! LOL! Sorry for dropping all of that one you there! I very carefully ship Kelly/Lucifer at this point, tbh, and have great plans for them! Yes my friend, an cool glass of milk, just for you!
AN: So. as you probs figured out, maybe, I sort of ship Kelly/Lucifer very carefully. LOL! Happy Holidays guys!
Least to say neither had gone back to sleep that night, both parents too panicked, and one just as angered, that their baby son was missing. Jack was too small yet to open the crib let alone get up and walk away on his own.
Kelly had clutched his arm as they made their way down the stairs, he didn't know if it was to provide some sort of calming anchor in her hysterical chaos or to keep him from leaving her while she needed him, either way he didn't seem to think much of it, taking her hand half way down the stairs and clutching at it just as tight as she was his.
Her little hand folded within his, fingers curled around his, and he pulled her closer as they came down to the living room.
The lights were still off, a dark shadow cast over the open room, in the corner was Jack's playpen and a chest of his toys and blankets. On the other side was the couch and the television, lamps, another chest full of blankets, and some side tables. And then the fireplace with the 'archangel certified' baby gate in front of the pit.
Kelly had pointed some things out in a magazine one day, around the same time she had said something about a clothes line, and he'd made sure she had what she'd wanted.
And now she wanted their baby back, as did he, and it was something he could not deliver on.
Not out of spite, he just couldn't locate the child, before Jack had been born and then even for some time after Lucifer had been able to keep tabs on him using the grace connection between sire and child. He knew before he was about to wake from his nap, he knew when Jack was about to take a tumble down the stairs, and he knew when he was about to stick something in his mouth that one could not purchase down at the local farmers market.
Least to say he was very aware of his son and his son's doings.
But now, for some worrisome reason, he could not get a pin point on his location.
It was almost as if he'd fallen off the face of the Universe.
Or he'd been warded against him.
Lucifer sat Kelly down on the couch as he made to check the outside, though he was sure that as soon as his back crested the doorway into the front yard she was on her feet, watching him from the door way.
He wanted his son back just as bad as she did.
"Anything? Please?"
How he wanted to be able to give her some welcoming news. But there wasn't. The truck Castiel had driven was still parked in the driveway, the engine cold, a fine layer of dust covered the paint. It hadn't been touched.
But there was the fresh tire tracks. Fresh tire tracks from a Chevy Impala. They'd left in a hurry. In their rush to get out of dodge they dropped a soft blue blanket. It was their sons, Jack adored the blanket, with the blue and green frogs on it, he wouldn't nap without it.
Lucifer bent to pick it up, shaking the dust and dirt off it gently, and held it close.
The only thing he had left of his son was a blanket.
Turning he met Kelly's gaze in the doorway and shook his head. She pressed a hand to her mouth and choked out a sob. A broken mother without her child. He walked back to be with her, she held onto the baby's blanket, wetting it with her tears, and he held onto her.
Curling around her petite frame, "We will find him Kelly. He will come home."
"Heylel, I'm scared for him.", she clutched at his shirt and he looked down at her, their eyes meeting, "I want our baby back"
"I know. I do too."
'Azrael get your half dead ass down here.'
He was not an easy angel to anger. Well known for his calm demeanor and soothing mentality. Death was not pain, death was release, a mercy for the one who suffers. He does not yell, he does not curse, and he most certainly takes no pleasure in seeing his siblings come to harm.
However, that being said, when one does come to cross him he does not take to it kindly.
It takes a lot to tip Azreal's temper, but returning to his charge only to see the one hysterical and the other looking downright murderous, it just might be enough to break the camel's back. He had explicitly said that the family of three was off limits, they were not to be touched, and his warning had been overlooked or ignored.
Suffice to say he was peeved.
"Azrael.", he looked over at his brother, still holding onto the distraught mother, Kelly was going to cry herself out or either of them was going to put her out, "You make this right."
Lucifer had not been as on board with having them stay here as Azrael had been, though the younger was a bit more of an optimist (which was a joke in and of itself considering) then the elder, perhaps he had been right. Lucifer had after-all expressed his concerns of this very thing happening.
More then once.
The sharp edge to his voice was like a blade, but he didn't bend to it's call of will, they did however need to get the child back. Jack didn't belong anywhere other then right here with his father and mother, one to nurture and one to protect, both to love him.
News had spread fast in the supernatural world of the miracle baby, angels, demons, and creepers alike wanted to get their hands on the poor child, harness his power, and he couldn't even walk yet.
All they needed was something as malleable as a baby to fall into the wrong hands.
"You said you cannot feel him?"
That was concerning in and of itself, as his sire, Lucifer's connection to the infant should be stronger then anything. He should be able to take a breath, focus a moment, and spit out a location. But he couldn't. He couldn't feel him, couldn't sense him, and couldn't hold him.
"You cannot feel him?"
Lucifer glared at him, whispering softly down to Kelly, it appeared he'd beat him to the punch. She sagged against him.
"I am pretty sure we've made that very clear little brother."
Azrael bowed his head at the tone, he may be bigger, but Lucifer was older.
"Of course, my apologies, but did you try to locate him using your grace?"
"I was sure that we just-" "Your physical grace. Over a map. There is a tracking spell that would have your grace follow the boy where ever he went."
Dean cringed as the baby wailed again, screaming louder then someone with his small size should, Mary was trying her hardest to calm the baby down, rocking him and humming to him, but he wouldn't quiet down in the slightest.
"Cas, you sure he can't track us?"
The seraph nodded, in the backseat next to Mary and Rosemary's baby, wincing as his little lungs heaved with the force of his cries.
"Yes. I put warding on his ribs. Lucifer can't locate him."
Mary looked up at him sharply, he had done the same to her when she had first met him, searing warding sigils into her rib cage, it was painful. Something an infant would feel so much worse they a grown person would.
"You seared them into his ribs?"
"Yes."
Jack wailed loudly, waving his little fists, he may be young, but he most certainly had a mind of his own and he did not like these people. They had hurt him and took him away from his father and mother. Father, who would hum these soft lullabies to him during the night, only him, and mama, who took him outside to see the bugs and leaves and sparkling lake and held him close.
Father with his light and momma with her love.
He wanted his mama and father back.
"Can someone please get him to shut up!"
"Dean!", Mary snapped at him, holding Jack closer, "He's a baby!"
"Sure, Satan baby!"
Sam watched them over the shoulder of the passenger seat, wincing as Jacks wails reached higher in pitch, "Are you sure that we couldn't get Kelly out?"
Castiel shook his head, wincing himself, the little one was able to tap into angel radio without most likely noticing it, "No. I fear Lucifer has already warped her towards him. She is lost to us and the boy."
He had not forgotten the name that she had called him, a name that had been for only one angel and one that hadn't been said in eons, honestly he can't remember the last time he'd heard someone say it it had been so long.
Despite what most thought, Lucifer, was not a name, it was a title. A title given to the fallen Morningstar when he'd been shunned from God's grace. But Lucifer was not Lucifer's name. Not his Archangel name anyway and for Kelly to have heard it, and from him, something was not right.
She was lost to them in this disillusionment of trust.
"Sshhhh Jack, it's okay, you're okay!", Mary was still trying but Jack was having none of it, he'd be damned if he let these people take him from his mama and papa, and he not give them a piece of his mind on the matter. He stopped if only for a moment, if only to tell her that he was well aware of what they'd done, and started up again.
Dean cursed loudly when one of their headlights exploded.
They waited until Kelly had woken up again to tell her of their plan and begin what needed to be done. She had looked up at him when they explained what it required and Lucifer was surprised to see worry flash over her eyes.
It was quick, but it was there.
"Won't that hurt you?"
Lucifer looked over her head at Azrael, "Well, it would weaken me for a time,", he cupped her cheek gently, a gentleness that Azrael had not seen in some time and he had to refrain from smiling (now was not the time), "But if it will get our son back I would do anything."
She stared at him for a long moment, her hand coming up to ghost over his, and she nodded, "Okay. But if there was another way I wish we would try it first. I don't...I don't want you to get hurt."
Azrael looked between the pair, humming to himself, they had been making such progress too. When he had been granted permission to intervene, he knew what he was getting into, but he trusted his gut when it told him that this would work in their favor.
The other had not been so optimistic.
But he believed.
Lucifer, thought he'd never say it out loud, adored the boy to pieces. And he was becoming fond of little Jack's mother too. She was gentle, soft, and believed in forgiveness.
"There is not."
They turned to look at him, Azrael raised his chin slightly, "Come. The sooner we start the better chance we have at finding them quicker."
And, fin, for the chapter anyway lol! not the story! I got places im experimenting in where this story could go!
Though it was pretty obvious, we now know who took Jack, poor baby. He is not a happy camper being taken from mother and father. He's going to make sure the world knows too. You go baby. Mama and Papa are comin for you!
Will Lucifer and Azrael's plan work? Will Kelly and he get their baby back? Will Dean and the group make it to where ever they are going? Is baby Jack gonna see his mama and papa again?