One more chill chapter before I throw a giant plot boulder at you :D (hint, hint for what`s coming next chapter) If you pay attention you`ll notice all the foreshadowing (it`s kind of obvious really) Also, just want to thank you all for the reviews, I found them very encouraging as always, and must admit I`ve got a few new ideas because of them. So as always, review if you get the time, means the world and thank you if you have :'D

Disclaimer: I don`t own Supernatural... can`t really think of any funny 'pun' to put here... so yeah...

Enjoy my darlings C:

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Ella

Ever since I found myself in this new dimension; everything was exciting. True, some of it was bad and terrible, but there wasn`t a single boring moment. But now, here I was, feeling bored to death. And why do I feel this way? Because Lucifer's gone for the day. The fact that I had nothing to do without him pissed me off, am I really that dependant? What happened to being a strong, independent white woman? Augh, so disappointing.

Regardless, here I was lying on my bed; staring at the ceiling without a single thought to hold onto. Earlier this morning when I woke up; he was gone, at first I wasn`t too concerned, expecting him to pop up at any moment. But later on Quinn told me he had left in the morning, saying something about: 'business he had to take care of'. I was a little curious to why he`d tell Quinn and not me, but I didn`t bother asking.

At least that meant I`d be seeing him again, but what am I supposed to do in the meantime? The ball would be tomorrow night, the Winchesters would arrive the day after, Quinn was out helping Castiel find a suit. Bet she`s having more fun than me. Maybe I should have gone along? Hmm, no, I need to give those two some alone time. Why? Because anyone can clearly see there`s a romantic relationship waiting to bloom between those two.

Well at least I`m betting on it.

Quinn

This was awkward.

Castiel was gazing over seventeen different suits, rubbing the fabric between his fingers and tilting his head with fascination. During it all I just stood a few meters away and tried not to comment. As soon as we walked into the clothing store; he touched and looked at everything like it was shiny candy. It practically took me an hour to pull him away from the coat section.

"Have you chosen yet?" I asked after a while.

"The dark blue silk one seems very comfortable and would most likely make it easy to move gracefully." he noted "Yet the black one seems more traditional and formal and is much more pleasing towards the eye... it is a very complex decision."

"Right, very complex." I muttered sarcastically "One of the great mysteries of the world..."

"What do you recommend?" he asked hesitantly "You`re more experienced in this then I am."

"I actually hate shopping, I find it really boring; just standing around and looking at stuff for hours." I glanced at the suits laid in front of him "Go with the dark gray."

"Why?" his eye brows furrowed "I mean what makes this the better choice compared to the others? What quality does it possess which separates it from the competition? What makes this the best?"

"It`s cheaper."

"Oh."

Castiel carefully folded the dark gray suit before handing it to me with an excited smile; I tried not to roll my eyes and ruin his excitement. Once we were at the cashier I easily paid for the suit with some of the cash Dean left at the bunker, it was for a good cause so he wouldn`t be pissed, right? Besides; what Dean doesn`t know, won`t hurt him. From the corner of my eye I could see Castiel jumping a little, he was acting like I was buying him a puppy or something. it was kind of refreshingly adorable.

In a matter of seconds, the cashier lady placed the suit in a bag and handed it to me with a lazy smile. Next on the list was shoes, but before we could exit the shop, Castiel tapped me on the shoulder.

"What?" I scoffed, glancing at him with a hint of irritation. In truth I wasn`t at all irritated or annoyed by his attitude, but that was just the way I naturally react towards him. It was actually kind of odd how on-guard I felt around him. When I`m around the Winchester I`m pretty chill and relaxed, even flirty sometimes. But when I`m with Castiel most of my personality traits shut down and I act so cold and irritable.

"Can I hold the bag?" he asked innocently, and with an amused sigh I handed it to him, noticing how his eyes lit up. How did I so easily overlook this character in the show?

"Alright so we can head to that shoe store across the street next." I glanced at the little shopping list in my pocket.

"Okay." he agreed easily, following behind me closely "I find this shopping experience to be rather enjoyable."

"Mhmm." I continued to make mental notes of what we`d need next.

"Thank you for this Quinn." he suddenly said "With Michaels return and everything, I`ve been what you humans would call: stressed. This was a much appreciated break."

"No offense, but I`m not really doing this for you."

"Still, it is appreciated."

"If you say so angel boy."

"You have also taught me much about a humans shopping experience." he continued "I was unaware of how difficult it could be. Is there anything else I should know?"

"There`s a lot actually." I muttered "But I can`t tell you for the sake of spoiling the story and possibly ending someone's life."

"Oh..." his eyebrows furrowed again as we entered the shoe store "Did you know about Michaels return? Was that also in the show?"

"Nope, but that goes to show you how Ella and I can mess things up." I said as we walked down the aisles.

"It`s not your fault though."

"Yeah, but lately I`ve been thinking." I took a deep breath "Maybe it`s best that me and Ella go back to our world? This really isn`t a place for us, and all we`re going to do is mess up the story, and that could have some serious negative effects."

"I think-"

"But." I interrupted him "I know she wouldn`t want to go, and I`m sure as hell not forcing her to do anything again."

"I think-"

"But maybe if I talk to her, convince her that we really don`t belong here? Because we don`t right?"

"I think-"

"Of course not, and we don`t wanna upset the balance. I mean like half the crap that happened because of us isn`t actually supposed to be part of the story. What if Michael kills Sam or something? That isn`t supposed to happen; but it might because of us."

"I think-"

"What do you think?" I finally allowed him to speak.

"I think these black ones go well with my suit." he gestured towards a pair of shoes on the shelf.

I sighed but agreed, in a sense I still appreciated talking to him. True his replies were usually pointless or degrading, but it still felt nice to conceive in someone. And luckily for me, I doubted this angel had anyone to reveal my secrets too.

Lucifer C:

There are honestly a lot of things I`d rather be doing right now, but regardless: here I was in one of my old crypts. It was in places like these I hid some of my most well-guarded secrets. Secrets, weapons, artifacts of mass destruction, etc. A few of these things included the angel tablet which was lying untouched on the altar I left it on all those millennia's ago. I wasn`t really worried about it though, it was perfectly safe; not like anyone`s ever going to find it.

Either way the tablet wasn`t my concern.

Feeling a little rushed, I began going through the papyrus files I had stacked over one of the altars, finally I found the right one poking out from behind the holy grail; which I obviously also had locked away in my crypt for a rainy day. Never know when you need an immortal life giving cup.

The papyrus behind it was thin and frail, ready to fall apart at any moment. Trying my best to be gentle, I placed it down flat on the altar, the little light in the crypt making it difficult to read the words etched over it. Basically, it was every bit of ancient information I had on the amulet. But more specifically, it was every bit of information I had on destroying the amulet. And why exactly do I want to destroy the only source of my power restoration? Well because if there`s no amulet, Ella won`t be important to Michael anymore, and if all goes well; he`ll back off.

The main plan was still to get rid of Michael altogether, but if there was a way for me to save both of them... shouldn`t I try? He was after all my brother, and somewhere inside I was hesitating to kill him.

I began to read over the papyrus, pausing once I was finished to take a deep breath. Well there goes that plan. According to the ancient information resource; the amulet restores in stages such as stage one: life, stage two: power, stage three: persona, etc. If the amulets destroyed while it`s restoring one of those stages: that individual stage is reset. What the hell does that even mean? Which stage am I in...? Maybe this isn`t a good idea...?

But just to be on the safe side, at least I now know how to destroy it. According to the papyrus:

'If thou wishes to destroy thy amulet, thou shalt burn it with holy fire.'

Easy enough.

Well at least now I had a backup plan in case things didn`t work out. I really didn`t want to lock horns with Michael again, but if it becomes necessary; I guess I should be ready. But for now, I need to find the nearest Wal-mart and stock up on Nutella.

Quinn

Castiel and I had already parted ways and I was currently heading into the bunker when my phone buzzed. Eager as always, I pulled it out of my back pocket and glanced at the screen: it was a text from Dean.

'Just checking up on you guys, how`s everything?'

'Good.' I texted back, remembering how he still knew nothing about our new house guests.

'Talked to Cas lately? How`s the hunt for Ella?' he replied. Oh that`s right, they still think Lucifer and her are missing.

'All good actually' best not to let them worry too much 'Don`t worry about it.'

'You sure? Something feels off.' he even bothered to put a suspicious looking emoji.

'Everything`s fine.'

'Really?' oh gosh he`s suspicious, why the hell is he even suspicious? I should probably cover this up with something.

'Yeah, totally...' cover up, cover up, cover up 'Me and Cas are going to a dance together!' Why the hell did I say that? Augh, at least it`ll distract him.

'What the hell? Really? That son of a... so does this mean you two are like a couple now?'

Before I could reply he texted again: 'Be right back need to go collect ten dollars from Sam.'

So there really were bets going on...

'Whatever, I got to go.' I texted back, not even bothering to deny it. That`d keep him distracted and busy for a bit.

As I walked into the main hall in the bunker I noticed Ella sitting at one of the study tabled with her head down and a bored expression. Instantly her eyes lit up as she saw me walking in.

"Finally!" she squealed a little "I`ve been dying of boredom, there is literally nothing to do here."

"You`re sitting in a huge library." I noted "And you think there`s nothing to do?"

"I see your point." she scoffed "But seriously..."

"Tell you what." I smirked a little "How about you go make some popcorn and we can watch a movie downstairs?"

"There`s a TV down there?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Of course there is." I said matter-of-factly "As if I was going to live with the Winchesters without a TV."

"What movie?" she perked up a little now.

"Something horror?" I suggested.

"Never again." she looked at me with wide eyes as if she knew something I didn`t.

"Action?"

"Nope."

"Romance?"

"Nope."

"Comedy?"

"Definitely."

I guess I was up for comedy.

"We have Netflix right?" she asked after a moment.

"Not in this world." I muttered and we shared a knowing smile "But there`s a bunch of movie channels, I`m sure we`ll find something."

"Well I`ll go make the popcorn then, wish me luck." she replied as she stood up, bothering to stretch before heading towards the kitchen.

"Luck for what?" I scoffed "All you got to do is put it in the microwave and press a few buttons."

"Just thinking about all that work makes me tired." she answered sarcastically before disappearing into the hallway as I shook my head.

After a few minutes I had found a comedy movie on the TV as Ella walked in with a bowl of popcorn, already popping a few pieces into her mouth as she dropped beside me on the make shift couch.

"Hey Quinn?" she asked as the movie began to play.

"Hmm?" I grabbed a piece of popcorn.

"I`ve been wondering lately..." she trailed off a little, making me slightly curious.

"About what?"

"Oh you know, stuff." she answered bluntly.

"Are you going to actually tell me? Or just kill me with curiosity?" I scoffed.

"That last one sounds like fun." she teased and I grimaced.

"God, just tell me." I muttered.

"Don`t say the lords name in vain." she continued to tease.

"This coming from the girl dating the devil?" two can play that game.

"Speaking of which." her eyes lit up again "About that thing... I was wondering..."

"Spit. It. Out." and with a darker tone I added "Before I choke it out of you."

"It`s moments like this I wonder why were such good friends." she scoffed again "But anyways, the thing is..."

This time I didn`t bother replying, waiting for her to finish: and luckily she did.

"About you and Castiel..." she continued "Do you prefer Casinn or Quinstiel as your ship name?"

I glared at her and she smirked, gosh she could be so annoying when it suits her.

"Well if we`re talking about ship names." I muttered "I was thinking Elifer? Hmm actually no, that sounds like some sort of elf... How about Lucilla? Isn`t that an actual name though. Great, you can name your first daughter Lucilla."

I expected her to reply with some sort of witty comeback, or glare at me and rant about how immature I could be. But to my surprise she just smiled at me genuinely.

"You know what Quinn." her voice wasn`t at all angry or pissed "I think I might have really missed you."

"That makes two of us." I smiled back, and a weight I didn`t know existed was lifted off my shoulder. My heart just felt a little lighter and I felt genuinely relaxed. It was nice to finally feel a little bit at ease; as if everything in the world was going to be okay. That Michael, or the Winchesters, or any of that crap didn`t matter anymore. At this moment we were just two good friends sharing a bowl of popcorn while watching a cheesy movie; just like we used too before we got thrown into this world. And I think I actually might have missed that.