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Ella

The angels were still falling, and a part of my heart ached for them. True some of them were complete assholes and probably deserved worse, but there were still those who didn`t deserve this. I remembered the innocent little angels in the show, there was Muriel, and the actual Ezekiel, poor guy. I felt guilty watching them, so hesitantly I pulled away from the window, my thoughts clouding around a single idea: dinner.

There was probably some two-minute noodle packs in the cupboards somewhere. As I walked down the staircase, my eyes absentmindedly glanced at the windows lining the hallway, I tried to look away but in a sense I felt too curious. Still, I continued down the stairs only pausing to grab the railings as I heard a loud crashing noise. Instinctively I yelped, noting how the lights suddenly went out followed by some light shaking. What the hell?

As soon as I regained my courage; I quickly headed to the main door, opening it to check if the neighbours had lost their lighting too. It could just be because of the meteors messing up the power lines? As if an answer to my questions I found something rather strange lying a few inches away from my porch. As I mentioned before: our neighbours had sons. There were four of them: the youngest being 15 and the oldest being in his early twenties. The oldest was only crashing with his family for a week: a sort of vacation. How`d I know all this? Well me and his mom would talk a lot, I was pretty friendly around my neighbours.

But knowing this I found it pretty damn strange to see their oldest son lying in front of my porch, only a few meters away from a giant crater. By the looks of it he seemed unconscious and kind of... hurt? I should probably call in his family, he must have gotten caught in the fall? I should probably get him inside first though, then check in on his family? Eh, sounds like the right thing to do.

Cautiously I took a few steps toward him, crouching down and feeling for a pulse. It was faint but at least now I know he`s alive. I attempted to shake him into consciousness but he wasn`t responding. Hesitantly, I wrapped my arms under his, clenching onto the fabric of his shirt as I attempted to drag him inside. Why are men so freaking heavy? It felt like I was lifting weights, I could only manage to get him to the living room couch before gasping for air. Well at least he isn`t out in the 'storm' anymore?

Coyly, I took a seat beside him, recovering my strength as I glanced at his lying figure. He seemed pretty young, but he was after all in his twenties: just like me. He was dressed in a simple T-shirt and his arms looked pretty bruised, what happened to him? I should let his family know he`s here before they panic...

With a glance at the front door I attempted to get up, but I didn`t get far as a firm hand grabbed my arm and yanked my back onto the couch. At first I was a little startled, but I calmed down as he began to stir. He craned his neck a little and his eyes opened slowly. Now I was panicking. His eyes were a glowing shade of blue, I mean like seriously glowing: like angel glowing! He`s possessed by an angel?! Oh crap!

"What`s... happening..?" he muttered, his voice sounded weak "I remember... falling? Agh..." his eyes lost their glow, and he fell back against the couch: once again unconscious. What am I supposed to do now? I can`t just let his family take him in thinking it`s their son when it could be a murderous angel. I couldn`t keep him here: what if he tries to kill me? Nervously, I glanced down at him: he looked so weak and fragile. Just like another fallen angel I had managed to fix. Sighing to myself, I knew what I should do and what I would do.

I should get rid of him: but I won`t. I can`t just toss aside a living being when it needs my help. For all I know he might not be an asshole of an angel? Maybe he`s just an innocent victim...? Well, I guess he can stay here until he wakes up? Lucifer`s going to be so pissed when he gets home. At the thought of him, my hands instinctively went to the chain that hung loosely over my shirt, my fingers toyed with the stone at the end. He`d understand though, right?

Lucifer C:

So here`s my current mental to-do list so far:

1. Hunt down and interrogate angels.

2. Hunt down and interrogate demons.

3. Buy milk.

4. Hunt down and interrogate sassy Winchesters.

5. Get the cup and get 'home' before breakfast.

And who says the devil can`t be organized? A simple glance at the sky told me the angels had stopped falling for a while now, at least that`s over with. I could easily sense the angels scattered around: most of them didn`t seem to have vessels yet, that might make torturing answers out of them a little difficult...

Regardless, I focused my senses on the nearest source and zapped over. I wasn`t too far from my crypt, and instead I seemed to be in front of some sort of cafe? Most of the people were gathered outside and pointing at the sky, probably still hung up on the alleged 'meteor' storm. From the corner of my eye I noticed a woman walking by, her eyes glued to the ground as a solemn expression sat over her face. Well that makes my job a little easier.

Trying not to act too suspicious, I began to follow her: locking onto her aura just in case she wasn`t actually an angel. After a few seconds I was certain: her aura was definitely the aura of an angel, which apparently sucks for her at this moment. The streets were mostly deserted, minus one or two homeless people sitting in the corner. I wasn`t really concerned about people seeing, I could actually care less.

In a matter of seconds I raised my hand and she stopped moving, gasping out as she found herself frozen. Gingerly, I clasped my hands together and walked in front of her, noting with amusement as her eyes widened a little at the sight of me. I kind of missed the fearful looks I`d get when I approached people. When I confronted those bratty kids who lived next door: they had the audacity to snicker at me and roll their eyes? Such disrespect. With a snap of my fingers I could have them screaming and pleading for mercy...

Never mind that, my current concern was the little angel before me.

"This is impossible!" she stated shakily as I raised an eyebrow "You can`t be here! The Winchesters dealt with you, there`s no way you can be here."

"Yet here I am." I smirked a little, finally something to play with.

"What do you want...?" her voice was grave.

"World domination, control of heaven, an apology from god and brown bedroom walls..." I trailed off a little as she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion "But from you, a little bit of information will suffice."

"If this is about the fall, I don`t know anything..." she sighed "But even if I did: I wouldn`t tell you."

"Was hoping you`d say that." I didn`t bother hiding my enjoyment as she squirmed a little.

"Do your worse." she glared daggers at me "I`m not afraid of you!"

"Are you sure about that?" I matched her glare, mines probably a lot more colder, a lot more darker, a lot more sinister. Anyone would be able to sense the change in atmosphere: how it became more tense as the air thickened. A single glance into her eyes revealed the fear that was slowly beginning to build up, it was no secret that I missed these little reactions.

"The angels were in my crypt, I`m curious to what exactly they stole?" I asked smoothly.

"You mean Naomi?" she looked confused for a moment before glancing down nervously "I don`t know..."

"Yes. You. Do." I stated bluntly "Stop stalling, it`s beginning to irritate me."

She gulped: "Naomi didn`t take anything, after the tablet was taken, she left the crypt untouched. I used to work for her, I know."

"That wasn`t too hard now was it?" I noted innocently and she looked at me with cold eyes. Guess that crosses angels out of my list, unless...

"But just in case you`re lying..." I trailed off a little, flicking my hand as she convulsed in pain. At first she seemed rather surprised at the invisible agony that overtook her, but soon she was screaming. I simply stood a little too side, deciding to give it a minute before asking her anything else. To my amusement, the homeless people at the corner got up and began to walk away. So much for heroes. But I didn`t blame them, there really was nothing they could do to help her...

"I swear that`s all I know!" she managed to gasp out and with a bored expression I snapped my fingers: she took a deep breath before bluntly stating "You`re a monster..."

"So they tell me." I shrugged, deciding her usefulness was over. With a simple thought I zapped away: no where too far, but at least a little distant. Why did I not kill the angel? Because I did after all have a new record I didn`t want to ruin. Personally a part of me wanted too, there was a certain satisfaction that came with putting people in their place: their place usually being in the ground. But nope, I`m attempting to somewhat redeem myself? But in truth I probably wouldn`t give a crap if it wasn`t for Ella constantly insisting that there was good in me. Somewhere...

Alright, moving on, what`s next on the mental to-do list of destiny? Ah, that`s right: hunting down and interrogating a demon. That already sounds like fun. Now I just need to find an unlucky volunteer.

Quinn

I was on some deserted road in the middle of somewhere...? I only pulled up my car because of the 'meteor' shower, and apparently I wasn`t a fan of getting my new car smashed by some fluffy-winged asshole. While I waited out the fall, I was lying back in my front seat with the radio turned up: it was some pop channel I think. To be honest I haven`t been able to keep up with music, having demons on your ass can do that to a person.

Coyly I placed both my feet on the dashboard, running a hand through my dirty blonde hair: I`d need to buy some conditioner for it later. At some point I must have begun to doze off because I was rather startled when I heard tapping against my window. My instincts kicked in immediately, and I allowed one of my hands to hover over the knife in my belt. Not jumping to any conclusions yet: I rolled down my window to see an elderly man dressed in a dark hoodie.

"Hello miss?" he sounded fairly polite "Me and my grandson were camping not far from here... and... and he disappeared during the... meteor storm. There`s no connection here and my phone isn`t working! Could you please drive me to the nearest police station? I`m really worried about him! Please miss?"

I glanced at him hesitantly. To be honest he looked pretty darn innocent, and pretty scared for that matter too. Should I trust him?

"Can`t really drive in this weather." I managed an apologetic smile "But my phone works fine so I can call the authorities for you?"

"Oh yes please!" he seemed a little relieved and I matched his smile. As I pulled out my phone, I glanced at him again and asked: "What`s your grandsons name?"

"Miguel."

"Alright." I began to dial in the number and soon a voice responded, asking what my emergency was. I attempted to respond but the voice on the other end began to break up a little. Sighing, I opened the car door and stepped outside: wondering if the signal would be better out here.

"I`m sorry, it`s not working." I finally pulled the phone away "Maybe I can help you look for him?"

"That`s very kind, thank you so much!" he looked and sounded so friendly, there was no way he could be anything but human.

"So where`d you see him last?" I asked.

"At our camp site, I can show you?"

"That sounds like a good place to start."

"So what`s a nice lady like you doing all by your lonesome here?" he asked simply, probably trying to start a conversation of sorts.

"Just drifting around." I replied "Ran into some trouble in the last town I was staying at."

"Hoping for better here?" his smile was still friendly.

"Definitely."

"Well, I assure you us people here are much friendlier then the folks in Iowa."

"I sure hope so." I responded almost instantly; not realizing a certain something until a second later. I never told him that Iowa was the last town I was at...

"So you and Miguel must`ve been close?" I played along a little, trying to be as unsuspicious as possible as I reached for my knife.

"As close as you can get." he assured me.

I only smiled.

"Can I ask you something miss?" he turned to me.

"Of course?" I tightened my grip around the handle.

"What gave me away?"

"Iowa."

"Oh."

Without a second thought, I pulled out my knife and attempted to get a clear shot. The surprise hit me more than the impact when I found myself hurled against the forest floor. He didn`t even touch me, but I found myself involuntarily held back as he glared me down with those black eyes.

"Not your ordinary demon miss." he sneered, his smiled turning malicious "Now why don`t you be a good little girl and I can try to deliver you alive like the boss wants."

I considered a snarky response but nothing as coming to mind as I found myself unable to reach for my knife. I took a deep breath, alright Quinn, you just need to relax. Let`s stay calm and collected here, just because you're about to become a demons plaything doesn`t mean you need to have an emotional breakdown.

"No comment? I`m surprised." he chuckled for a moment "Alright then, let`s get this over with: I-" he froze for a moment and for the first time I realized the third presence in the area. In unison both the demon and I turned to see Lucifer sitting cross legged against a tree, only a few meters away with his hands clasped.

"Lord Lucifer? Here? What...?" the demon looked generally surprised.

"Oh don`t let me stop you." the devil mused, glancing at me "I`m really keen on how this is going to end, so by all means carry on."

The demon and I exchanged awkward glances before turning back to the devil who still seemed to be anticipating our next moves. After a moment of silence he rolled his eyes and sighed.

"And there goes tonight's entertainment..." he stood up.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I blurted, ignoring the fact that I was a little grateful to see him.

"Not really here for you Quinn." he explained "Mister old and creepy just happened to be the nearest demon and I have a few questions requiring answering." and on a darker note he added "Don`t worry though, I`ll leave you two to sort out your issues once I`ve got the information I need."

Both the demon and I glanced at each other again, him furrowing his eyebrows and looking a little speechless while I just blinked in confusion. Well, my plans for the evening have officially gone to hell.