Toni entered Team Free Will's hideout to break the bad news. It was as if they were slowly falling apart, piece by piece. The villains had ruled for too long, and they had destroyed everything.
"I'm so sorry." Toni said, hugging Lucifer. "We couldn't have saved her."
"Toni, what about my son?" Crowley asked, slowly.
"No news. I believe they've still got him in their Bunker. Being a reformed woman of letters, I think I can find a way in, but it's been taking too long."
"What if he's dead?"
"I don't know, C." Toni said sadly. She pulled the tea pot off the stove and poured some for Rowena and Crowley. They both shook their heads, leaving Toni to drink the rest of the tea on her own. Lucifer seemed so hurt, his legs up to his chest, wrapped in a blanket. He had always been the humorous one, but now he had nothing to say. The hideout was in Lucifer's library. It was underneath the house that his vessel had owned before… before he had been killed. The entire place was silent, the smell of hot tea breaking the cold.
"We have to keep fighting. That's what Amara would've wanted us to do."
"If She had wanted us to keep fighting, then why did She abandon us?"
"I don't know. I just don't know."
In the Bunker, Dean, Castiel, and Sam had just returned from a day of hunting. The usual suspect were there. Mary.
"Hey Sam, can you pass me a beer?" Dean asked, pulling off his expensive coat and sitting down. A beer flew at him. He caught it right before it hit his face. "Close one."
"Well, we can't all control our tempers." Sam said, flexing his fingers. Having demon blood, he felt like he didn't need to get up. He swallowed the last of it from the fancy glass, savoring the taste.
Mary got up from her seat. She didn't look like the Mary from all of the old photos. She had long, blond and white hair, and wore an elegant black dress. She wore dark makeup and dressed like she was always going to a dance. Same with the guys, only less makeup.
"Why am I on baby duty again?" She asked, studying the fire she had summoned into her hand. Dean stared at it, like he was remembering something, then shook his head.
"Because someone has to." Dean said grumpily. "And you're a guest star."
"Fine. But next time you two go out, and bring back Castiel, you've got to tell me, because I'm bored."
"I know that you're upset that you can't get out there and kill people, but we all are. We're letting you torture the kid." Dean answered.
"He's boring now."
"Why?"
"He stopped fighting."
"Oh."
"We should let him join our team." Mary said. "We could use him."
"You think he'd actually join us?"
"Come see." Mary said. They went to the dungeons. They had gotten bigger since the Winchesters had gotten the place. Gavin Macleod was curled up in the corner of his cell. He saw them and curled up even tighter.
"Hey G-Man." Dean smiled. Castiel frowned, watching Gavin recoil even further.
"Why would he be helpful?"
"He's the new prophet. I know, small world. Ever since Kevin died, we've been out of touch, but here he is! I think, with a bit more pushing, he would fight for us."
"I like that idea." Dean smiled. "How 'bout you and Cass recruit him?"
"With pleasure." Mary smiled.