Erm hi... let me start with a huge apology for not updating in a billion years, but no I didn`t die. Thing is my old laptop died and all my notes, ideas and rough copies for this fanfic were on it, so basically I lost it all and I was just to stressed at the simple idea of having to continue from scratch. I literally can`t write without organizing every detail first XD So yeah that`s why I took forever, the simple idea of re-organizing was pretty daunting so I was avoiding it. But now I`ve finally gotten back into routine and am ready to start pumping out chapters a lot quicker. I`ll try to get one out every two/three days (we`ll see)

Anyways thanks for not giving up on me, love all of you and be sure to leave me a review.

Oh and of course the disclaimer: I don`t own Supernatural but 'Somewhereeeee oveeeerr theeee raaaaaiiiiinboooooow-'

Enjoy my darlings C:

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Ella

I sighed quietly to myself as I tried to get comfortable on the bench I was sitting on. Laid out in front of me was a simple park, and through the corner of my eye I could see kids playing; their parents laughing along with them. It was a nice sight, but it didn`t help the stress in my heart lessen. So once again, I found myself staring at the ground, holding my head in my hands as I tried to figure out what to do next.

If I stayed out too long Lucifer would probably panic and start a tsunami or something, so I didn`t have much time. But at the moment; I really didn`t care, I just needed to think this through. How can I keep my cool around him after seeing everything I`ve been shown? I`ll just have to ignore it. It doesn`t really matter, does it? Because he`s not that person anymore, and I can trust him. I will trust him!

"Miss, mind if I sit here?"

Without turning up to see who was asking, I quickly replied: "please go ahead, I`m leaving anyways."

Before I could follow through on that, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me back onto the bench; quickly taking a seat beside me. It took me a while before I recognized who was staring back at me: Metatron!?

"What the hell...?" I muttered and he just smiled "Metatron?"

"Oh, so you know who I am?" his eyes lit up with curiosity "This is truly strange... Here I was waiting on a friend when I sensed something off. Something ancient and powerful; something I haven`t sensed in centuries. And imagine my surprise when I find the source of it to be a mere human?"

I could only blink at him, debating if I should run now or try to distract him first?

"So what are you...?" he mused "You`re not an angel, nor a demon. But a human? A human with an aura like yours; not possible. I must admit, I`m a sucker for a good mystery."

"Yeah, well good luck with that." I finally spoke, attempting to pull my wrist out of his grip.

"But you`ve got me curious." he continued on regardless "You even know who I am? It`s only fair I know what you are?"

"And spoil the surprise? No thanks." I muttered, once again trying to pull away. Maybe I should start screaming for help?

"Metatron..." a new voice cut in, and the two of us glanced up to see another familiar figure.

"Gadreel?" I blinked up at him and he raised an eyebrow.

"Who`s this?" he asked Metatron "And what`s that aura?"

"Oh, so you know his name too?" the scribe smiled at me again "The mystery thickens..."

"Enough!" I finally yell a little, standing up and pulling out of his grip "Back off, or I swear you`ll regret it."

"Regret it, will we?" he looked at me curiously again "However do you mean?"

"Fine, you wanna know what I am?" I glared at him, I really wasn`t in the mood for this "Well I`m human, now: Back. Off."

Gadreel suddenly grabbed my shoulder, his grip almost painful as he shoved me back down onto the bench.

"Show some respect." he ordered, before glancing up at Metatron for an approving nod.

"So here`s what I gather." the scribe scratched the bottom of his cheek before continuing "You`ve been around someone or something, something dark... ancient, powerful, corrupt but... heavenly?"

"Lucifer." I concluded, realizing I was currently at their mercy and there was no way I could fight them off. Plus, I couldn`t call for help: including civilians would be a terrible idea, especially with little kids around. My only hope was threatening them, and praying to Lucifer who apparently doesn`t seem to want to pick up. Gosh...

"That explains it." he seemed rather calm as he said that "I`ve heard about his-"

"He`ll kill you, you know." I interrupted "You know he`s much stronger then you, and if you don`t leave right now; he`ll kill you."

"My, my." Metatron glanced at Gadreel who seemed slightly panicked "Are you suggesting, that the devil`s protecting you?"

"Well I-"

"That he cares about you... a human?"

"Well-"

"So those rumors were true? I`ve heard talk of Lucifer freed and among us, talk of him falling for a human." he glanced at Gadreel again "It seems we`ve got a wonderful opportunity presented to us. With an archangel on our side, the other angels won`t stand a chance."

"Pfft, if you think he`d help you..." I smirked a little now.

"Won`t he?" Metatron cocked an eyebrow "In the romance novels I`ve read; the characters are willing to do anything to protect one another. Won`t he do anything to protect you?"

I blinked at him for a second before realization hit me. Lucifer was right: I was a target. And lately I was pretty sick of being the damned damsel in distress, so nope, no thanks, I`m done with this crap. Without a word, I pulled my fist back before slamming it straight into Gadreels jaw. The angel only winced in pain, not releasing me as he quickly recovered.; his lips forming a firm scowl as he seemed more irritated then angry.

Well there goes that plan, why do angels have to be so freaking hard to hurt?

Quinn

Dean and Sam were on another hunt, typical of the two. Personally I thought it was good that they were getting out together; it would help them put the whole Gadreel episode behind them, well only until they`ve got to face him again. Actually being with the Winchesters really helped me realize how hard-working they are, on the screen we think of them like undefeatable knights, but in real life you start to see how delicate they are. They really aren`t as untouchable as I thought, they`re very human actually and seeing them struggle through their issues in person only made me appreciate them more.

There was also someone else I was beginning to appreciate. And that would be the trench-coat wearing angel who was hard at work tracking down Gadreel. They had asked if I knew where he was and to be perfectly honest; I have no clue. It`s not like I`ve got every specific detail memorized? Augh, maybe I should`ve been paying more attention... oh well.

Hesitantly, I walked over to him; noticing the book he was looking at. I guess it must have been in Enochian because I didn`t understand a single word.

"How`s it going?" I asked, managing a friendly smile as he glanced at me.

"It`s very complex." he replied matter-of-factly "I need to find an easier way to track him... but for now, I shall be engaging in this rather relentless research."

"Oh." was all I could say, relaxing in the seat beside him as I searched for a conversation starter.

"Are you alright?" he suddenly asked, glancing at me calmly.

"Yeah, why?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You`re sitting still and staring at nothing quietly." he noted, and the way he said it made it sound abnormal, which when I think about it kind of is.

"It`s called thinking." I retort after a few moments "You know I`ve been wondering..."

He perked up.

"Why the trench coat?" I concluded "I mean out of all the coats and jackets you could`ve chosen; why the trench coat?"

He blinked at me, opening his mouth to respond but nothing came out. Once again he closed it, glancing at the ground, his eyebrows furrowing together in thought. Another few seconds of silence passed before he attempted to reply again, nothing came out. After what felt like forever, I considered changing the question but his eyes suddenly lit up and he smiled proudly.

"Because I like it!"

All I could so was smirk, rolling my eyes at how simple his answer was. Sarcastically I applauded him before commenting: "That was really deep Cas."

"I was unaware that answers had depth." he muttered before flipping a page in his book.

"Shocking, isn`t it." I scoffed "... Hey Cas, do you ever get bored?"

"No."

"Don`t you ever want to do anything fun?"

"No."

"Gosh, what do you have against conversations?" I muttered, feeling defeated.

"Nothing." he answered "I have been participating in this conversation of yours, feel free to ask me anything."

"Alright." I gave him a challenging look "Do you use hair-gel?"

He froze for a second, before nervously replying: "Maybe..."

"Do you still have the gel that Lucifer gave you last Christmas?" I teased on.

"Perhaps..." he ran a hand though his hair with an expression of embarrassment; it was kind of adorable "Actually, didn`t you say if I showed up to that Christmas party of yours; you`d tell me a heavenly secret?"

He actually still remembers that?! Oh crap...

Last Christmas he wasn`t willing to come to the party that me and Ella were throwing, so we had lied to him to get him to come. It had worked of course, but we never got to the part of making good on our promise; and I didn`t expect to.

"Right..." I chuckled nervously "About that..."

He gave me an expecting look before sighing softly: "This does not surprise me."

I managed to shrug, before leaning on the table and glancing at his book again.

"Hey, do you think humans can learn Enochian?" I asked curiously.

"No, your kind isn`t capable of understanding such holy text."

"Are you saying my kind is to dumb?"

"Yes." he nodded in agreement and I wasn`t sure if I should punch him or laugh.

"Crowley was more polite then you..." I grumbled, not really as offended as I sounded.

To my surprise he flinched at the demons name, the ends of his lips curving down in a frown as he focused all his attention on the book. It now looked as if he was offended, but I decided to ignore it.

"So... have you ever considered getting a pet? You strike me as a cat person?" I suggested.

"Cats are mean..." his frown only deepened.

"How about a fancy chinchilla then?"

"What`s a chinchilla?"

"Never mind."

Tiredly, I leaned against him, resting my head on his shoulder: he let me.

Lucifer C:

Why does the world hate me so much?

Even when I try so hard to do something 'good', it seems the world's only trying to make my existence harder. How do I know this? Well because this is the second time I`ve come home to find Ella gone, and what made it worse was the fact that I couldn`t sense her at all. But I wasn`t about to go into full freak-out mode and start with the tsunamis just yet. Instead I was trying a much calmer approach by getting Gabriel and Kayel to sweep the whole state. Now I just had to stay optimistic and wait for them to report back.

As if on cue, I heard the soft flutter of wings and found my younger brother standing in front of me, his mouth curved in a guilt frown.

"Sorry Lucy." he sighed "No sign of her."

Alright, now it`s time to bring on the tsunamis...

With an almost audible growl, I turned away and began to pace. Okay, let`s think this through; she left her phone and wallet in the house so there goes the modern approach. I do know that people are targeting her: Crowley perhaps? Would the little brat even risk it though? I was pretty sure I had got a stern warning through his head, and considering how much he had screamed I was pretty sure I had convinced him. But demons are demons, and I couldn`t be too sure...

There was also another possibility, if I couldn`t sense her then that could also mean she`s... no, no, no, nope! I`m not even going to think about that. Because there is no way in hell that would happen. It just couldn`t. She has to be okay. For the worlds sake; she has too. Because personally I`m pretty damn sure that without her keeping me in check; I would be in the process of tearing this world apart.

It`s a funny thing actually; how the only thing I seem to care about now is her. I can`t even imagine a life without her, it would be so incomplete, so empty, so lonely, so unbearable. But there`s no point of thinking like that because there`s no way that would happen. I won`t have to live without her. She`ll be okay.