I update fast don`t I :D

Anyways it was kind of difficult for me to stick with my original plot because I was really starting to miss Ella and Lucifer being 'together'. But no worries to those of you who miss it too, they`re going to be reunited pretty soon :3 and then... we`ll you`ll find out. Anyways enjoy this chapter, and be sure to pay attention to the Quinn part o-o it holds importance in the plot.

Disclaimer: I own nothing :'c

Enjoy :D

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Ella

I knew something was up, Quinn had snuck out this morning only to return a few seconds later to wake me up and get breakfast. At the moment we were chilling in the bunker: yup the bunker. I know I probably should be excited as hell, but I really wasn`t feeling it. After that nightmare everything seemed pretty blunt.

Quinn had just finished giving me a tour, and now we were chilling at the tables while Sam was doing some sort of research. Dean was out on the other hand, getting groceries or something. Speaking of which, I could hear him coming through the door with three bags in hand.

"Did you get your room yet?" Dean asked me as he shoved two of the bags at Sam, who glanced down at them, rolled his eyes and heading to the kitchen.

"She`s still debating over the large oval or the narrow rectangle." Quinn answered for me.

"Did you at least see my room?" Dean seemed a little excited.

"Yeah, saw it on the way." I replied.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"How was it?"

"Erm... fabulous?"

He smirked.

Then he took a seat at the table we were chilling at, and placed the third and final bag on top. He rummaged through it for a while and pulled out two sleek black objects, handing one to each of us. I pulled it close to realize it was a cell phone. About freaking time.

"Already added my own and Sammy's number to your contacts." he told us, then pulled out something else. We both gazed at him with curiosity and he looked at us weirdly.

"It`s just pie..." he showed it to us.

"Didn`t bring me any?" Quinn pouted.

Dean shrugged and began to dig in with his hands.

"Anyways." Quinn rolled her eyes "Let`s move onto more important things."

I perked up at that, wondering if she`d talk about the Lucifer plan.

"Christmas is in like two days!" she announced cheerfully and I groaned quietly.

"Oh yeah." Dean smirked a little too and looked at Sam who was coming in "You remember Christmas Sammy?"

"Dean would spike the alcohol and we`d watch movies." Sam explained with a bit of sass.

"We know." I reminded him.

"But this time." Quinn placed her hands on her hips "We`re here, so how about we show you how we do Christmas. We should have a party, invite everyone you know."

"Whoa, whoa!" Sams eyes widened "I don`t think that`s a good idea, everyone we know is probably busy, and don`t you think it`s kind of immature?"

"Actually Sammy." Dean piped up "I don`t think it`s all that bad. We could use a break from this crap for a while, one night wouldn`t hurt? We can do what normal people do: have Christmas parties."

"Whatever Dean." Sam sounded unsettled "Who were you thinking of inviting?"

Quinns smirk seemed mischievous and she replied: "Don`t worry about it, it`s a surprise."

"Well we can`t have it here." I finally added.

"We`ll rent a hall nearby." Quinn continued then turned to Dean "A few hundred dollars would take care of everything."

"You`re expensive." he muttered, and my eyes widened a little, remembering how Lucifer used to say that. I smiled a little at the memory, then quickly shook it off: not really wanting to think about it.

"I`ll go to town." I said quickly, deciding I needed to get away for a while "I`ll rent a hall, get the stuff we`ll need. I`ll double check everything with you of course Quinn?"

"Sounds like a plan." she smiled and handed me the cash Dean had unwillingly given her.

Quinn

As soon as Ella was out the door, I pulled up a piece of paper out of my back pocket and handed it to Sam.

"Okay so I did research on the blade like you asked." I told them "And it turns out after Lucifer killed Gabriel with that archangel blade; he left it there. So when the police got there, they thought it was just some random homicide. The blade was taken as evidence and after that... well I don`t know. But I have the police station address here, we can go check around?"

"Alright." Dean finished up his pie "Me and Sam will go."

"Oh hell to the no." I said rather sassily "I`m coming, you`re staying here Dean."

"What?! Why me?" he seemed surprised.

"Someone needs to stay here to keep an eye on Ella, it`s a day or twos drive, so we can`t just leave her alone." I explained "Plus I have to come with, and I prefer Sams company."

"What?" he just seemed even more surprised "But he`s so... and I`m so... I`m the one you're supposed to... screw it, do what you want, I`m going to my room."

"If Ella asks, tell her me and Sam are going on a hunt." I added "She`ll understand."

As soon as Dean was gone, I turned to Sam and smirked.

"Can I drive?" I asked.

An hour later Sam was driving while I sat at shotgun, watching the sights through the window. We weren`t in the impala, Dean wouldn`t let us take it since he wasn`t coming along, so instead Sam rented a car and we were in this little light blue car which I found to be very cute.

The plan was simple: Lucifer used to be an archangel, so in theory and archangels blade should be able to kill him. We didn`t have any lying around at the moment but luckily I remembered that when Gabriel tried to kill the devil with his blade, of course that didn`t work out for him, but the blade was still out there. So a little research in the right areas left us a trail to follow, and hopefully by the end of the trail: we`d find the blade.

It wasn`t the best plan in the world, but it was the only one we had.

When we arrived at the station, Sam handed me an F.B.I badge with a photo of me already in it. I wasn`t sure how he had gotten that photo but I didn`t bother asking as he lead the way into the police station. It was pretty small inside, there was a single large room with officers bustling about while a lady sat at the front desk. There was a small door on the side and another one at the back.

Sam walked up to the lady, smiled and showed her his F.B.I badge, I had seen this happen a billion times in the show, so I matched his smile and flashed my own badge too. She peered at them with furrowed brows, then sat a little straighter in her chair and asked: "What can I do for you?"

"There was a homicide at a little hotel near here a few years ago." Sam explained "The murder weapon was taken as evidence here, we were wondering if you still had it?"

"You`ll have to check with Jonson." she replied "He`s in charge of our records and the evidence locker."

"Alright." Sam nodded "Were can we find Jonson?"

"He`s probably in the locker right now." she pointed at the back door, and Sam took off; me a few steps behind him. He had to bend down a little too get through the doorframe, and I tried to not to laugh. Once inside, we were in a long hall with doors on each side. As we went through them, I finally found one labelled Evidence Locker and gestured Sam over.

He opened it.

Inside was a scrawny little man, organizing strange zip locked objects into shelves. He stopped when he saw us and turned around warily.

"Who`re you?" he asked "What are ya`ll doing `ere?"

"I`m agent Gray." he flashed his F.B.I badge "And this is my partner agent Roy."

"What`re the feds doing in our `lil part of the state?" the officer scratched the back of his head.

"Looking for a murder weapon, it was from a homicide a few years ago." I answered "There was this hotel and-"

"Hold up." he stopped me "We don` keep that stuff forever, doubtful the blade is still `ere."

"Well then what do you do with it?" I continued.

"Well." he frowned "The weapons usually get melted."

I looked at Sam who just stared at the officer doubtfully.

"Sorry guys." the officer continued "Wish I could help ya`ll, but I`m sort of busy."

"Hold on." Sam said firmly "You called it a blade."

"Yeah, so?" the officer shrugged.

"We never told you it was a blade."

Realizing Sam was right, I turned back to the officer with a sense of doubt.

"Oh erm..." he was sweating now "Lucky guess?"

"What do you know about it?" Sam asked.

"Nothing, I don`t know what ya`ll talkin` `bout." the officer assured him.

"I can have you arrested for lying and holding out on information." Sam told him "I`m sure you know all about that though?"

"Okay, okay." the officer sighed "Look, I didn`t mean any harm or anything. The blade just seemed pretty cool with its weird symbols and strange craftsmanship. It looked like it was worth somethin` and since it was going to get melted anyways, I thought it wouldn't hurt if I just took it."

"So you do have it!" I accused.

"No, no!" he shook his head "I used too, but not anymore. Sold it a year ago on the internet."

"Do you know who the buyer is?"

"Jus` some lady, might still have the address."

Sam continued to interrogate the guy, but I took a step back and a deep breath, a little relaxed now that I knew there was hope. If we could find the buyer, we could find the weapon and then we`ll be one step closer to getting rid of Lucifer. It`d probably be a days drive to get back to the bunker, but I couldn`t wait to see Deans expression when we tell him the good news. Regardless, one problem remained and that was Ella. Ever since I got her back, she`s been distant and different, but with Lucifer gone she`d be back to normal, right?

Lucifer C:

I`ve spent centuries alive, and no one can help but get a little wise and clever when they`ve lived that long, but at this moment as I sat in Crowleys office chair and my new throne, I couldn`t help but be blank. I had a mental list of tasks to do, the first one on it was to find the Winchesters and get my stuff back, but since that was on hold, I went to the second thing on my list which was: get the apocalypse started. This is where the problem comes in: I have no plan.

I had spent all my time in the cage planning for this, I had gone over a billion scenarios of how I could end this pathetic world, but now I couldn`t think of a single one. Which was as frustrating as it could get. I could always do it the old fashioned way and take down each country at a time, a few natural disasters here and there and I`d be able to level whole cities. It might not be as fun and it probably will take hours, but that wasn`t the main problem. The main problem was the simple fact that it`d be exhausting. Even I can only do so much until I`m drained, so that clearly wasn`t an option.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and I snapped my fingers, willing the door to open to reveal another demon lady. She had a clipboard in hand and was dressed identically to Azura, I see Crowley wastes no time with replacements.

"Lord Lucifer." the demon bowed her head in greetings and I just twirled in my chair.

"Any news?" I asked bluntly.

"Yes sir." the demon replied "Crowley has found the Winchesters, they`re in Lebanon, Kansas, well their car is at least. Here." she hesitantly came closer and placed a piece of paper on my desk, a series of numbers which I presumed to be coordinates written on it.

"Tell Crowley he did a good job." I replied then added with a smirk "I`ll bring him back a toy."

"I do love myself some toys." Crowley muttered, suddenly zapping into the room and glancing at the demon by my desk "Mind leaving darling? I need to have a lovely little chat with our lord and master."

The demon only nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her and leaving me and Crowley alone.

"I like the sound of that." I mused "Lord and master..."

"Right." Crowley almost rolled his eyes but thought better of it and kept a straight face "I`ve finished that research you wanted."

"Took your sweet time." I replied "But before you start your lecture, there`s something I`d like to talk about."

"Of course." Crowley said confidently "My loyalty is with you, so by all means ask me anything you`d like."

"What exactly did you tell the Winchesters?" I asked calmly, smirking a little as he twitched.

"I beg your pardon?" he said hesitantly.

"Do you really think I wouldn`t notice you paying them a visit the day they took my amulet?"

"Can`t blame me for hoping?" Crowley muttered "I didn`t tell them anything important though, just a few tidbits about that lovely little amulet of yours."

"Like?"

"Well, fun fact: it doesn`t only restore powers, it also restores morals." his voice grew quieter and shaky as he noticed my eye colour flare "meaning if you`re exposed to it for long enough, it`ll restore you to goodness. You`ll think like your angel self again and maybe even lose that evil little touch."

"Funny thing." I muttered "People always presume I`m evil, but I`m just... never mind." I remembered I was talking to Crowley, and I really don`t give a damn of how he sees me. But the information he just gave me did change a lot, did I really want that amulet back if it would brainwash me back into my mindless stupid angel days? But that`s not what he said... he said I`d think like that, I`d remember what used to be important to me, how much life mattered. But that doesn`t mean it`ll change anything. It can restore my morals and ideals as much as it likes, it won`t change me, I`ll still always be me.

Besides my morals, ideals and point of view never ever did change, it`s been the same from day one, the only difference is the angle.

"Anything else?" I asked Crowley who just shook his head "Good." I pointed a finger at one of the chairs in the corner and it dragged itself to the center of the room. Once it was there, I flicked my hand and Crowley fell onto the chair: unable to move "Now then, pay attention and maybe you`ll learn something."

"Hold on a second.." I could sense his fear "Let`s not jump to any conclusions... is this necessary?"

"Very necessary." I smirked "And I suggest you relax, I like to take my sweet time too."

"Bloody wonderful." Crowley muttered.

I wasn`t going to kill him, not when I could still use him, but I was definitely and most certainly going to teach him a lesson. And it wasn`t because he betrayed me, but it was instead because I needed to kill some time, and what could be more fun than torturing this little British demon?