o-o Okay so thing is... I wrote half this chapter a day or two ago so it was pretty good by my standards, but the second half was difficult because I had a somewhat writers block. Couldn`t think of anything, and my inspiration was non-existent. Regardless, I forced myself to finish the second half and so it may not be that good in quality o-o and I sincerely apologize for that, but promise I`ll make up for it on the next chapter. Which might take a while because that somewhat writers block still plagues me T-T

Disclaimer: I don`t own Supernatural... please pray for me.

Enjoy... my darlings? C:

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Ella

Kayel and I weren`t even halfway through the movie when I fell asleep again, Lucifer wasn`t kidding about that exhaustion side effect. It was becoming a struggle to keep my eyes open and next thing I know I`m in a completely dark room, this one wasn`t the same as the one I saw before; it was much smaller and I could actually see black bricked walls and a plain concrete floor.

There was a single wooden chair in the room, and at the moment it was occupied by a rather young looking man, by the looks of him; he was probably in his late teens. His hands were tied down to the chairs armrests, and his skin was laced in sweat; he looked tired and scared.

"I`ve got to admit it." a new voice suddenly spoke and I froze as the Nick look alike from my last vision was circling the chair, rinsing a silvery knife with a simple cloth "Most prophets I bring in don`t last an hour, and we`ve been going at this all night. Why don`t you do yourself a favour? Say what I want you to say and I`ll put an end to your suffering." to emphasis his point, Lucifer dragged the blade down the man's chest; tearing the fabric of his shirt and drawing blood. The man clenched his teeth and released a pained groan but said no more as Lucifer pulled the blade away with a disapproving scowl.

"You renaissance folks are always the difficult ones." Lucifer rolled his eyes, before trailing another deep cut down the man's chest "But by all means; take your sweet time, I`ve got all of eternity to do this to you."

The man let out a whimper of sorts, his body was trembling but he glared down at the ground with determined eyes. Now that`s what I call devotion. I wasn`t really sure who he was, but Lucifer did say something about a prophet, so I attempted to connect the dots. Last time I saw him burn that old man; he did mention him being a prophet at some point! And just now he said renaissance; the time era? Okay so let`s see; I`m probably seeing the past, and Lucifer`s torturing prophets? Not exactly what I`d call a relationship builder but... why?

"Hmm, I`m a little curious now." Lucifer ran his hand through his hair before smirking down at his victim "What would happen if I break every single bone in your body; one at a time? What would kill you first? The pain or..." the man's eyes widened but he didn`t say anything, and in response; Lucifer snapped his fingers. There was a sick crunching sound coming from the man's feet and the way he screamed... I couldn`t watch this, I need to wake up: now! To my disgust and horror, his feet were angled in an unnatural way now and the look on his face was indescribable.

"Let`s keep going?" Lucifer scoffed, and with another snap the man's knees buckled until he was crying out in agony.

"And next-"

"STOP!" the man cried out before Lucifer could continue, and the devil grinned triumphantly "Th-there is... no god."

"See, that wasn`t so hard." Lucifer mocked as the man looked like he was about to cry "Alistair, he`s all yours." suddenly another demon popped up into the room and with a malicious grin he nodded at Lucifer before turning his excited eyes to the man. Before the demon could take the man away, Lucifer glanced upwards once more and said matter-of-factly: "Once again I`m proving your prophets unfaithful. How many more until you admit I was right and you were wrong, father?"

A part of me was aching while another part of me was screaming. I wanted to get out of here, but I also didn`t; because there was no way in hell I could deal with the current Lucifer right now. To know he did things like this, to know he took joy in them; yes he`s the devil, and yes I`ve always known he`s done some pretty terrible things. But now that I`m actually seeing them face to face, a part of me is terrified and a part of me is hurt.

Lucifer C:

Gabriel and I had waited out our drunken haze somewhere in the alps, but now that we were thinking much more clearer we decided to head back to the house. I felt guilty beyond belief, to think I was even looking at another woman. The very thought disgusted me now. Gabriel had insisted I wasn`t thinking straight and there was no reason to blame myself, besides nothing had actually happened. But still, I was angry at myself, I should have more self control then this; I need more self control then this.

As soon as me and Gabriel zapped into the house, the younger archangel was immediately attacked by Kayel; who hugged him around his hips and with childish eyes asked: "Do you wanna build a snowman?!"

"Oh please no..." Gabriel groaned "Frozen strikes again." As he struggled to undo Kayels arms, I turned my attention to see Ella lying on the couch with both her arms cradled under her head; she looked kind of adorable... That waitress is nothing compared to her, no one is; and I need to burn that into my mind.

"How long has she been asleep?" I asked Kayel as Gabriel finally managed to pull him away.

"Almost all day." the angel replied, finally getting a hold of himself "She woke up for a bit though but then went back to sleep."

"Probably a side effect from the cup." Gabriel pointed out.

"I know." I muttered, walking over and gently picking her up, being extra careful not to wake her "I`ll take her upstairs."

"Awh, that`s so cute!" Gabriel cooed and I gave him a warning glare.

Once I was sure she was comfortable, I began to turn back towards the door, deciding it`d be best to go and have a 'talk' with Gabriel, but before I could Ella suddenly shot out of bed with a gasp. Instincts got the best of me, and in a matter of seconds I was by her side.

"What`s wrong?!" I probably sounded more panicked then her.

The look she gave me...

Her eyes were clouded in complete fear, and her voice hitched in her throat as she shuddered. I knew what fear was, I had seen it a billion times; sometimes I was the one who inflicted it. And the expression on her face; that was beyond fear.

"Are you okay?" I asked, reaching out but stopping immediately as she cringed. Slowly I pulled my hand away and she seemed to calm down a little, her breathing slowly became more steady and the look in her eyes became more calm.

"Sorry..." she said slowly "Just had a really bad nightmare..."

"I noticed." I scoffed, once again attempting to touch her, and to my relief she didn`t flinch. Coyly I took a seat on the bed beside her, cupping her cheek with my hand; I could literally hear her heart beat quicken.

"What happened exactly?" I asked; referring to the dream.

"Nothing." she said a little too quickly, pulling her face away...

"Are you sur-"

"Let`s talk about something else!" she cut in rudely before adding with a politer tone "Please?"

"Like what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Err... oh I know! What did you and Gabe do while you were gone?"

I looked away nervously, what exactly am I supposed to say?

"We discussed creation and all the distinguished factors involved." I replied quickly, not even knowing what that meant myself.

"Okay..." she shrugged and managed a small smile "I`m a little hungry so-"

"I`ll make you something!" I suggested before she could speak, noting how her eyes widened a little at that idea. A part of me still felt extremely guilty for the way I was thinking in that bar, this would be a great way to try and make it up to her? Not that I intend on telling her about it.

"I don`t know if that`s a good idea..." she muttered but before she could continue arguing, I snapped my fingers and we were in the kitchen; her seated on the small table.

"Don`t worry, I`ve got this." I insisted before glancing at the stove in front of me. Not exactly sure how to start, I picked up a single pot; or at least I think that`s what it`s called, and placed it over the stove. Next I had to figure out what the hell to cook. In a few swift movements I went through the cupboards, finally pulling out a box of pasta; seems easy enough.

"What`re you up to?" Gabriel suddenly walked in.

"Apparently; Lucifer`s cooking..." Ella answered for me, giving him a sly grin as his eyes widened a little.

"May god help you Ella..." he scoffed.

"Gabriel..." I warned, glaring at him from the corner of my eyes "I assure you I`m very capable of cooking. Besides, it`s not like you know any better."

"Well." he shrugged "Guess that`s true, but that`s cuz I accept the simple fact that; archangels can`t cook. Eating on the other hand; I`m great at, so by all means; carry on." he took a seat across from Ella, both of them exchanging concerned looks before turning back to me. How dare they question my capability? I am after all centuries older than either of them, and I`ve taken the time to master the skills of the universe! After reading over the instructions on the back of the pasta-pack, I emptied it into the pot before filling it up with materialized water.

Now with a triumphant grin, I turned back to them and announced: "It`ll be ready in about ten-fifteen minutes."

"Personally, I think it`ll cook faster if you turn on the stove." Ella scoffed. Well... I suppose she has a point.

"Want some help?" Gabriel asked, his voice coated with amusement.

"Nope!" I snapped "I`ve got this."

With a snap of my fingers the pot was boiling, and I managed a slight sigh. Okay, see Lucifer; you`ve got this. Who says Satan can`t cook? I easily pulled another pan onto the stove, this time making sure to turn it on before materializing a bunch of assorted vegetables onto it.

"You should add some seasoning!" Gabriel suggested.

"Enough, I can handle this." I insisted, even though I took his advice and rummaged the shelves for different seasonings.

"Oh and make sure you keep stirring the vegetables; don`t let them cook on one side too much." the younger archangel added.

"I know..." I muttered.

"And you should lower the heat; you don`t want to burn them." he added.

"I know." the edge was clearly showing in my voice.

"And make sure you pay attention to the pasta too."

"Gabriel." I glared daggers at him "You`re beginning to upset me."

"Oh no." he faked a scared expression "Are you going to spank me?"

Ella giggled at that, and I couldn`t help but feel a little light hearted hearing it.

"I was thinking more along the lines of-"

"Fire..." Elsa suddenly interrupted, her voice surprisingly calm as she gestured at the vegetables which were now burning in flames. I could see Gabriel smirk smugly and with a disappointed and frustrated sigh, I flicked my hands and the fire died down immediately. To my expectations the vegetables were beyond edible. Grumbling to myself, I turned away from the stove.

"Isn`t there a pizza place down the street?" I muttered.

"Yup." Ella smirked a little and I saw something in her eyes I hadn`t noticed before. Ever since her awakening; she seemed on edge, as if there was something terribly wrong but now I was seeing it fade, and instead replaced with relief. Whatever I did, it must`ve been right because she seemed way calmer now. The question still remains though; what was she on edge about in the first place?

Quinn

Castiel had called me this morning, saying something about how he was captured by other angels and had retrieved his grace. Wait, correction; not his grace, but grace still. He mentioned something about getting caught up investigating a certain angel murder, that he let his guard down. After spending an hour lecturing him about how stupid it was, I was more than ready to call it a day. But nope, next thing I know I had another phone call.

To my surprise, it was from the Winchesters, and by Winchesters I mean just Dean. He told me about what happened to Kevin, and after I gave him my condolences he asked me a certain question: 'You knew, didn`t you?'

What made it so terrible, was that I did know what was going to happen to Kevin. I knew he was going to die, and what did I do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I let him die, I didn`t even warn the poor guy, and Dean knew that. No matter how many times I tell myself I didn`t have a choice, that it wasn`t my place, or that it was for the good of the plot; it doesn`t make me feel better. I feel like I murdered him myself, and in a sense I did, didn`t I? I could`ve saved him, but instead I chose to let him die.

What type of person does that make me?

So as you can tell; it`s been one hell of a day.

Now I was sitting in my motel room, and I`ve made a decision, I don`t care what type of shit it might mess up, but I am getting involved. There is no way I`m going to sit out and let these people die, not if I can do something about it. And I was going to start doing that now. Despite how angry I expected Dean to be, he just shrugged it off saying it was his fault and not mine. Luckily for me, I still had a chance for redemption.

"Are you coming?" Castiel suddenly popped into t he room, which was no surprise since I had left the door open just for him.

"Yeah, let`s go." I adjusted my knives into my belt before managing a smile "You know the plan right?"

"Yes." he nodded "We meet up with Dean and help him find Gadreel so we can then in turn remove him from Sam."