Direct lines pulled from 11x21 transcript
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"Oh, goody. Larry, Curly, Moe, and Shemp. Search and rescue? Oh, wow." Lucifer's bitter glare moved between Gabriel, Metatron, Sam, and Donatello as they crossed the warehouse. Lucifer's gaze wound up glued on Donatello, mocking pity etched into his expression. "It's one of Dad's favorites. Your ticket finally got punched, huh? It's wacky, isn't it? One minute, you're... nobody. And then -Shazam- you're Joan of Arc. Let's, uh- Let's hope this ends better than that."
"All right, can the small talk. We're busting you out of here." Metatron was up on the platform now, muttering in Enochian as well as some of the precursory languages. Words and phrases that Gabriel didn't have the patience to try to decipher.
"Well, it seems fair since I wouldn't be here if you lunatics hadn't set me up to be grabbed by Amara."
"Oh can it, Luci. That wasn't what happened and you damn well know it."
"You're gonna help us take her down. If you say no, we'll just leave you here in Abu Ghraib."
"Say no? You see what she's done to me? Do I look like a fan?!"
"I don't know. I've always heard you were into some weird shit." Gabriel quipped, his brother glowering hatefully from where he was bound.
"I've heard worse about you, Loki. A horse, brother? Could you stoop any lower?"
"That was a complicated thing and I never said I was judging."
"Amara can go right back to her damned hole." Lucifer bit out angrily.
"Guys." Sam spoke firmly, practically pleading for them to stop without daring to say the words.
"You heard the boss, Gabe. Let's behave."
"Think you can manage?"
"If you can."
It felt like hours that they stood around, Metatron filtering through spells and Gabriel trying several of his own. Whatever Amara was using- it predated him. Something that Lucifer felt obligated to mention on several times.
"Eeroh, mahday saytah!" Nothing.
"Did you grab this from the steno pool?"
"You understand you'll be working with your father. Is that gonna be a problem?" Sam broke through the bitter glaring between archangels again.
Groaning, Lucifer yawned. "That's family. This is bigger. Isn't that right, Gabe?"
"So, you'll table all the old stuff?" Sam completely disregarded the attempt at bringing Gabriel into it again.
"Fine. What happens in Heaven stays in Heaven. Happy?"
"No." Sam responded flatly.
"Kahtoh, mahday, tayroh!"
"Metatron, are we getting any closer? Dean can't stall forever."
"I'm- I'm- I'm narrowing it down."
"Try taking out the Zs." Gabriel suggested, only half serious. The look Metatron gave him was considerate enough that if it wasn't for the situation, he'd be amused.
"Sahboh, taylah!" Metatron tried instead and Lucifer gasped sharply, falling from the cross.
"Oh, oh! Yes." Lucifer cried gleefully and both Sam and Gabriel ran to his side, each hooking an arm under his shoulders.
"Hey, Gabriel, zap us out of here- quick!" Gabriel snapped his fingers, blinking and scowling as he was blocked- wards.
"Oh, no can do."
"He's right." Gabriel huffed as he took his brother, throwing the protesting injured archangel over his shoulder like the empty sack of potatoes he was.
"Gabriel, put me-"
"We've got to get out of here." Gabriel bit out over his brother's protests, ignoring when he was nearly kicked in the face by flailing legs. "This place is warded to high Heaven."
"Glad to know you planned ahead. Put me down!"
"Guys, I'm- I'm feeling her! She's coming!"
"All right, Metatron, come on."
"It's okay, Sam. You go."
'Aw. He's going to sacrifice himself. That's so sweet.'
'He's scared what'll happen after he's not useful anymore.'
"Grab him and let's go, Sam."
"I'm serious. I got this."
"For Christ's sake. Leave him." Gabriel scowled. If Metatron wanted to have Amara rip him apart, that was his problem. Frankly, there were bigger issues ahead.
'I'm going to kill you for this, you know.'
'Let's save the universe first. Then we can kill each other.'
Gabriel snapped open the doors to the Impala, shoving Lucifer into the backseat and half falling on top of him as the front doors slammed shut, one after the other.
"Go, go, go!" Gabriel shouted, shaking violently as he felt a surge of Amara's power. Lucifer grabbed his arm as he struggled to sit upright, nearly falling back over when Sam threw his foot on the gas, sending them all back against their seats as he began driving- putting it mildly. The back door slammed shut with a loud clank and the two archangels and prophet jerked slightly at the sound.
"Gabriel- please tell me you can get us out."
"Just drive." Gabriel ordered him, dragging his fingers through his hair and whipping his head back to stare at the warehouse.
'Run.' Metatron's prayer only barely pierced his grace before the scream that followed.
"What the hell!" Sam shouted as the car's speed boosted. Dean could complain about the damage he was doing to the thing later. If he knew about it.
"I'm trying to get us out of the range- we've only got- shit!" The car squealed to a dead halt, sending him flying into the back of the front seat and an indignant Lucifer onto the floorboard.
Father if you have ever cared- ever pretended to care- help! The prayer was frantic as Sam tried throwing the car into reverse.
"You really aren't worth sparing. None of you." Amara's voice somehow pierced the sound of the squealing tires, her arms raising to the side and-
Then they were in the Bunker and the car was off.
"What! Happened?!" Donatello shouted in a panic, Gabriel's head whipping around to look around. The Bunker. They were in the Bunker… and he was certain that he felt His power. Go figure.
Sam climbed out of the car carefully, coughing in the smoke as Gabriel helped a glaring Lucifer off the floorboard.
"Where are we?" Donatello asked as he climbed out.
"Not yet." Lucifer said quietly and Gabriel snorted, waiting for the hunter and prophet to leave the room before climbing out of the back. "Swear you won't kill me."
"Swear you won't kill me and we'll talk." Gabriel responded bitterly.
"Promise for a promise." Lucifer offered his hand and Gabriel took it with narrowed eyes. "We won't kill each other."
"Yeah, fine. Come on." Gabriel carefully pulled Lucifer to his feet outside the car, letting the Morningstar drape an arm over his shoulder. "Give Cassie a break too, Luce. I know what you've been doing to him and you know it's wrong."
"I don't care about him."
"You got what you wanted and you know it. Leave him. Let him wallow in his own guilt."
Lucifer didn't respond as they stepped out into the main room where Chuck was standing. Either he would do it, or he wouldn't.
"You've changed." Chuck acknowledged Lucifer, taking a drink of a beer.
"You've changed." Lucifer responded, shoving off of Gabriel's shoulder and stumbling forward to catch himself on the pillar.
"Well, still... I'm really pretty much the same." Chuck waved his hand and all of Lucifer's wounds healed over.
"This doesn't make us even." Lucifer bit out angrily.
"No." Chuck responded, turning away and sauntering out of the room.
"Where are the bedrooms, Gabriel?"
"That way." Nodding his head, Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest to glare after Chuck. Oh this was going to go over well. Lucifer disappeared down the hallway and Sam looked over at him. "He's not giving Cassie up, Sam. Not right now. And he's not going to possess you because of where he is. Best thing you can do for him? Let it happen. Make sure my brother knows it bothers you. The more he knows its getting to you, the less time he'll spend tormenting Cas. You know how his game goes."
"I'm asking, Gabriel."
"I'll talk to him, Sam but I'm not making any promises." Gabriel huffed, scowling and crossing his arms over his chest. "There's bigger problems right now."
"That's all."
"Yeah, whatever. Your brother should be back soon. Tell him thanks." Gabriel huffed and headed down the hall to throw himself into his own room. It didn't pass his notice that Lucifer disappeared into Sam's room and he couldn't make himself really care. They'd talk later. Right now, he needed to think.
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