"Father." Lucifer walks towards the vessel- not Chuck, not anymore, just another vessel now. He did not answer, he did not even turn to face the Morning Star and Lucifer can feel the cold anger he knows so well stir from his grace- Why does he still have his grace-
"Samael." He turns, smiling and Lucifer winces.
"It's Lucifer now." He stands his ground and his father just smiles, like he knows every damn thing about Lucifer and he probably does.
"Of course."
"Why. Why not let me be down there- I agreed to be one of the humans-"
"You never learned."
"What does that mean-" Lucifer glares. He loves his father, he truly does, with all his heart and that was why he fell but he can be so cryptic in all his messages, and the Angels could mull over them and think and think but never understand-
"But you tried."
"What. Do. You. Mean! Can you just-" Lucifer shuts up.
"You love Sam Winchester, yes?"
"Of course."
"You were willing to give up your grace for him?"
"...Yes." Lucifer grits his teeth. Just what is he getting at. "Just send me down there already- unless this is some sort of test." His father's grin widens.
"This is a test, is it not?" Lucifer asks, almost in wonder. Only his father could do something like this and make it into a test, as if that made everything all right. Like everything was a test to him, a game that he plays-
"If you want it to be." Lucifer wonders how his father sounds so damn mild all the time. Out of this world. If was a facade, of course. He knows enough righteous fury to know that if God wants to get wrathful, he definitely can.
"...Did I pass?" He asks after a small pause. He choose Sam, yes- but he did not choose the humans, not like his father would have wanted him too. He choose Sam. One human that was like a burning star compared to the rest of the humans. He waited thousands of years to meet the human, for him to be born. He was afraid, in the Cage, that Sam would not live up to the expectations and fantasies that Lucifer has constructed in the Cage- but Sam was exactly what he wanted, and much more.
"Depends on how you define passing. Tell me, what do you think of these humans."
Lucifer opened his mouth to give the usual answers. Dirty. Abominations. Not worthy of the souls, the gifts his father has bestowed on them. But he did not say. Not out loud, at least. He thought further. They were violent, and creative. Contradictory in their very natures. Sam, and Dean, they managed to thwart his and Michael's and Heaven's plans with their sheer free will and little, unassuming Adam Milligan did help him and Michael reconciliate. Perhaps most of humanity is still those creatures that the Angels loved to despise. But there are enough that are different, and Lucifer must admit that after everything that happened since he came out of his Cage they did deserve his grudging respect. Some, at least.
"I suppose." He declares to his father's grinning face. "That they are not as bad as I thought."
"Good, good." His father nods, turning and pressing two fingers to Lucifer's forehead. And the sky swrves and Lucifer falls down. So this is a test, and it appears that he passed. He thought.
Sam wakes to the sound of wings filling the room. And then he sees him, Lucifer, his eyes burning bright blue like an Angel's does, white-blue wings fanned out, covering the entire room.
"Lucifer?" Sam asks, blinking and rubbing his eyes. He opens his eyes, yep, wings still there. "How?" Lucifer folds his wings away.
"It was a test." He says, slightly relieved and slightly irritated.
"It was a test." Michael echoes as the group gathered, his wings spread out and brushing against Lucifer's wings. Even Castiel's wings are out, smaller than the Archangel's. They are a dark, shimmering black and Dean whistled, stroking the feathers. The Demons back away into their own corner, grumbling about the feathers.
"You don't like my wings?" Balthazar pouts, silver wings drooping onto the ground.
"No one likes wings." Crowley calls, from one corner.
"Not true!" Belial laughs and Balthazar grins.
"Can we talk about the actual issue here?" Dean asks loudly. "Like how to get rid of the Leviathans?"
"I know how to!" Adam says, slightly quiet compared to the Angels and his brothers and the demons, but he catches the attention of the occupants of the room immediately.
"And what would that be, boy?" Bobby asks. "Cause I read everything I could on those things, and we only know that borax can harm 'em."
"Gabriel told me." Adam blurts out. And it was partly the truth. Gabriel did take him aside, and tell him about Leviathans-
"Last night. I was, er, dreaming, and this voice talked to me. At least I think it's Gabriel."
"Gabriel is dead." Michael frowns.
"Gabriel is in the Garden, Michael." Lucifer tells him, "Where I was."
"What exactly did he tell you?" Sam leans in, paying more attention than anyone else in the room.
"Something about bones and blood." Adam cannot quite recollect that dream. All he remembers is a booming voice reverberating in his skull, loud and painful. He could barely make out most of the words.
"The fail safe!" Michael perks up. "He was talking about the fail safe!"
"What fail safe?" Castiel and Dean asks, the Angel fluttering his wings and tilting his head.
"I do not remember there ever being a fail safe-" Lucifer says, but by then Michael has grabbed Adam-
"I remember the failsafe-" Michael tells them. "I know how to kill the Leviathans-"