Warning: Graphic torture.
I'll use this space to say that if someone wants to Beta this I'll be thankful. As you can see English is not my native language so I'm prone to make grammatical anf vocabulary mistakes. Thanks anyways for reading the story despite them.
Chapter title meaning is here: angelsarewatchingoveryoudean . tumblr post/68795693349/a-broken-hallelujah-the-devils-game
This chapter is short sorry.

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Chapter 4

The Devil's Game

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They have arrived at the Bunker a couple of hours ago after coming from an easy salt and burn case. They were just chilling out with some beers when Garth called at Dean's phone.

"What's up, Garth?" asked relaxed the hunter.

"Dean! I think it's happening now!" shouted Garth through the line, panic evident in his voice.

"Calm down and tell me what it is because I don't get you," said Dean his attention now totally focused on his friend.

"Lucifer! The cage! That!" shouted Garth clearly not calming down.

"What do you mean?" asked Dean.

"The lights have suddenly become impossible bright and there's this huge ray that seems like they're beaming down the Hulk and his entire family from the Enterprise," explained Garth in a high pitched voice.

"Garth, where are you?" asked him the hunter while he stepped closer to Sam and Cas who had come next to him to hear the conversation.

"Near the convent," answered Garth.

"Okay, listen to me, get out of there now," ordered him Dean.

"I don't think I can, not in time, anyway," said the small hunter casually.

"What the hell do you mean?" asked Dean, his voice full of worry for one of the few friends he had alive.

"It's too bright, and I can barely see," he explained, and after a pause, he added, "Hey, it's been fun."

"Garth, no!" shouted Dean desperately to the phone, "Don't you dare."

"Well, it's not like I've been exactly hunter material, right?" said the hunter who was always cheerful with sadness in his voice.

"Listen to me, Garth! Don't you dare die! Okay?! Don't you dare!" screamed the other on the phone.

But Garth wasn't answering anymore. Whatever was happening on the other side of the line translated into static.

"Garth? Garth!" called him Dean holding back the tears with anger.

And after what seemed ages of just static, the hunter answered.

"Okay, this time I'm sure I didn't miss anything, but... it's over?" he doubted.

"What do you mean over?" asked Dean confused, feeling relief that Garth was alive, but fearing that it may be too soon to celebrate.

"There are no lights, nothing," told him the hunter.

"Then it happened," said Cas, only Sam and Dean that knew him well could notice the fear in his eyes, "Lucifer and Michael are free."

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It felt nice stretching the true form of his wings after what had been almost four hundred years locked in that cage. When he was done rejoicing in the simple feeling of freedom, he extended his senses to gather information of how things were after his time in the pit. And when he felt it, he laughed, he laughed at Metatron, he laughed at the Winchesters, he laughed at fate. So this was it then. It was time to start over with a different script.

So he went to Heaven to get his vessel again. Vessel rules for angels were different than those of demons. For starters there was not only the consent thing, but the vessel had to be alive. So far only one angel had managed to stay in the vessel of a technically dead person, and that had been the little cockroach of his little brother Castiel. But it didn't matter, because soon he would have his vengeance on him. Sadly, there was a small nuisance for being sent back to the cage. Normally, when a person said "yes" once that was it, the angel could come and go from the body as he pleased. But being inside the cage reset that so he needed to earn back the consent. And that's what took him back to Heaven.

He ignored the memories of his childhood that had tried to crept back into his mind. He ignored the place that reminded him that they had all been a happy family once. He ignored the memories of him playing with Gabriel and the guilt of killing him. He ignored the memories of the nights spent with Michael and focused instead in the anger of when he throw him into the cage. He remembered the betrayal of his Father and the feeling of being an outcast.

With all that pain and anger in his heart, he found Nick's heaven and smiled.

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After the call with Garth had ended, Cas had run to his room. Thinking that he needed some time alone, Dean had let him be. But after what he thought was a reasonable time, he went to see the fallen angel, to talk to him if he needed it. He didn't know how he expected to find Cas, but he definitely wasn't expecting to find him packing. The ex-angel was folding his clothes and putting them in the bag that Dean had gifted him, in his rush, the clothes ended up all wrinkled at the bottom of the bag.

For a few seconds, Dean couldn't speak. He stayed in silence for a while, dealing with the great amount of pain that the scene was causing him. When he spoke, he hid it all under anger.

"What are you doing?" he reproached to the angel.

"I'm packing," was Cas' answer.

"I can see that," replied drily the hunter, "What I meant was, where the hell are you going?!

"I have to leave," and he looked at Dean silently begging him to let him go.

"Where?"

"It doesn't matter, I just need to leave," answered Cas, grabbing his bag and going to the bedroom's door.

Dean blocked his path.

"If I remember correctly, you had promised that you would stay," reminded him Dean piercing him with eyes that had trouble holding back the tears.

"I did, but-"

"But what? What better place to be do you have this time?" confronted him the hunter.

"It's not about a better place, don't you understand it?" asked Cas, "Lucifer and Michael are going to find me, you and your brother are safe because you've still got the sigils that I carved in your ribs. But I don't have any, so they will find me," Cas eyes just begged Dean to understand him, "I'm doing this to protect you."

"Cut with the crap, Cas," said Dean pushing the angel a step back, while he took a step closer, "For how long you're going to use the 'I'm doing this for you' excuse every time you leave me?"

"It's not an excuse," said Cas.

"Bullshit," spatted Dean, "what is it really? It is because you can't stand being with puny humans like me? Because if that's the problem, I've got news for you, you're now a human too."

"Dean..." begged him Cas, but the hunter was not done venting.

"What is it, Cas? Say it," commanded Dean, every word felt like a venom.

"I can't lose you," confessed Cas, "and I can't see you get hurt just because I was too selfish to do the right thing."

"And the right thing is walking away from me?" and this time he couldn't hide the hurt in his voice.

Dean's tone cut deeper in Cas that any angel blade could.

"If you get hurt because I was too weak to let you go, then I- I-" trailed off Cas.

"You what?"

"I would kill myself," finished Cas.

Dean cleaned the tears that had ended up falling from his eyes, and emitted a sad laugh.

"You know, it's funny," he said, "you're so worrying about me getting hurt, that you don't realize it, do you?" he laughed once more, "You are the one hurting me right now."

"Dean, I-" Cas eyes shone with tears.

"Stay or leave," said Dean, "but chose."

The fallen angel looked at the hunter for several seconds.

"I can't see you get hurt," he said and dropped the bag.

Dean smiled faintly.

"I think it is about time that you get it," said Dean, "you don't get to decide when I need protection from you. Besides," he added making sure that Cas was looking at him in the eye, "we're family. And that means one thing," he paused, "we stick together no matter what."

The stare that Cas gave to Dean was one of pure love and devotion.

"You know," said Sam appearing from the hallway, "what Dean says is true. You're family, Cas."

Castiel, former angel of the Lord, smiled. His 'biological' family may be formed exclusively by dicks, but here he had his true family. And apparently, they wanted him with them. So he wasn't going anywhere.

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Nick was happy in Heaven, after being Lucifer's vessel for a whole year, and seeing the things that he had done with his body, it was a well-deserved change. Besides, in here he had the chance to be with his wife again, he had even had been able to raise his little baby. And as they had an eternity in Heaven, their baby was growing up slowly. He was resting now, reliving that sunrise that he had spent alone just to celebrate the fact that his beautiful Sarah had said yes to go out in their first date.

The sky suddenly turned black, and a tension filled with deft echos of screamed warnings filled the air. Nick turned around when he felt a presence behind his back.

"You," he whispered.

"Did you miss me?" asked Lucifer in a mocking tone.

"No..." breathed Nick stepping back in pure terror.

"Oh, you're making me feel sad," said Lucifer faking a pout, "What? I'm not pretty enough?" he asked while he held an exact replica of Nick's image.

"I came here because I need to ask you a favor," explained the devil while he got closer to Nick, who kept walking away from him, "I need you to say yes again for me."

"Never," defied him Nick finding his bravery.

"Are you sure?" inquired Lucifer with fake sweetness and he raised a hand.

Nick fell to his knees screaming in pain. His organs where liquifying and burning at the same time inside of him.

"Are you absolutely sure?" asked him the devil again.

"No, the answer is still no," hissed Nick between the stabs of pain.

"If I were you I would think that," said Lucifer his voice covered with fake concern and seduction, "After all, we're in Heaven, the laws of physics and biology do not apply here."

The devil twisted his hand once more, and Nick now laid on the floor with his organs inside out. Lucifer moved one finger, and every square centimeter of exposed meat started crisping like it was being fried, something akin to pus came out of Nick's mouth.

"What's your answer now?" asked Lucifer.

"Never," spatted Nick once he had managed to swallow down the pus.

"Never say never, baby," asked Lucifer.

Lucifer spanned his fingers, and Nick's wife appeared holding her baby in her arms.

"Sarah! No!" shouted Nick, his body fully restored as new.

"Did you know that archangels can not only kill humans, but also destroy their souls? Poof! They go. Out of existence forever," said Lucifer, "Here, let me show you."

Under Nick's terrorized gaze, Lucifer approached Sarah, he put a hand on her face. Sarah screamed while her form started to disappear, soon she was nothing but a blue light, and then... nothing.

"NO!" shouted Nick, his hands grabbing the dirt of the ground of his Heaven, while he sobbed for his wife death.

"Don't you worry, the fun isn't over," Lucifer kneeled on the ground next to Nick's baby who laid crying on the floor, "What do you say if you and I play a bit?" he said with a gooey voice.

"No, please no! I beg you!" cried Nick.

"You know torturing is not fun if you can't properly hear the creams. So why don't we give you... say, ten years," he touched Nick's baby and the boy quickly grew up into the body of a ten year old.

With one little twist of Lucifer's hands, the boy started screaming in pain.

"Please! Stop!" begged Nick crying.

"You know, one little word from you, and I'll stop," the screams from Nick's son intensified.

"The answer is yes! Yes!" shouted Nick sobbing.

"That's how I like it," said Lucifer smiling.

He grabbed Nick by the shoulder, and extending his wings he carried him to Earth. After rebuilding Nick's body, attaching the man's soul, and occupying his body again, Lucifer smiled.

"Isn't it good to be back?" grinned Lucifer, "So tell me, Nikki, do you like my new approach?" he asked and hardening his look, he added, "The good ol' devil you know is over."

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The tattoo shop that Dean had chosen would not had been Cas' first choice. It was hidden in a dark and dirty gallery, and the shop's sign had clearly seen better times. However, according to the hunter it was the shop from one of his father's friends who had passed away a couple of years ago. Now the shop was ran by the son, who apparently had been the one that had done Sam and Dean's tattoos. So Cas trusted Dean's decision, but that didn't stop him from voicing his doubts.

"Are you sure, Dean?" asked the fallen angel.

"Yes, Cas," laughed the hunter, Cas looked almost as scared as when he had taken him to the 'Den of Inequity', "it's perfectly safe, I swear."

"Will it hurt?" wanted to know Cas.

This time Dean didn't laugh.

"I don't know Cas," he said honestly, "It depends, to some it hurts, to some it doesn't."

"Okay," trusted in him Cas.

Dean was the first to enter the shop, followed closely by Cas, so closely actually that their arms touched the whole time.

"Hey, Joe!" greeted Dean when he saw the shop owner. Joe was a caucasian man, somewhere around his thirties, save from his face every part of visible skin was covered in tattoos.

"You came for more, right?" asked the tattoo artist, "One tattoo with Joe and you want more!"

"Actually, I came for him," explained Dean pointing at Cas, "He needs the basic one."

"All right, take a seat," instructed Joe to the fallen angel, "Where do you want it?"

Cas looked at Dean.

"Where do you have it?" he asked the hunter, Dean pulled at the neck of his T-shirt and shirt, and showed his tattoo to Cas, "I want it there, then," he said, his eyes never leaving Dean's face.

Dean forgot how to breath for a moment, because Cas removing his shirt was definitely a sight. Cas' chest seemed to be sculpted by the greek gods themselves. Then he remembered that that body was technically Jimmy's, even though that was Cas' body, the body wasn't Cas. He recalled the time when Cas had been gone, and Jimmy had truly been in that body, he recalled how unattractive he had looked to him, how he had hated him. He understood that it wasn't Jimmy's body that he was attracted to, not really, he was attracted to him because it was Cas, because Cas was in that body. He wondered how those nipples would feel under his thumbs, or in his mouth under the caress of his tongue. He wondered if Cas would squirm or moan under his ministrations.

When he felt his dick starting to harden, he remembered he was in a public place and that soon Cas was going to have a needle piercing his skin. This was not the place nor the moment for such thoughts. When Joe started inking the anti-possession symbol on Cas, the ex-angel's eyes got all watered from tears of pain. Without thinking it, Dean grabbed Cas hand. The fallen angel locked his gaze with him, and didn't took it away until Joe was done.

"Alright, buddy, is done," said the tattoo artist patting Cas on the shoulder, "make sure to leave this dry for a few days and that's it," he said while he put a patch over Cas' new tattoo.

"Thank you, Joe," said Dean while Cas put back his shirt, "How much I owe you?"

"Nothing, man, it's on the house," he dismissed with a movement of his hands, "By the way, never imagined that you would find a boyfriend in this business," and before Dean could correct anything, he added, "Congratulations, man. I'm happy for you."

Dean looked at Cas who was waiting for him next to the door. For a moment, he wished that it was that simple. That Cas was just a fellow hunter, that he had met him in a salt and burn case, and when they were celebrating after the end of the case, and after a few beers he may had invited him to his bed. That later he discovered that he liked waking up to the blue-eyed hunter. And what had started as a one night stand turned out to be more. He wished for a few moments that it could have been all that way. But he learned long ago, that wishing was useless.

"Yeah, I'm one lucky bastard," he said and the weird thing, he actually meant it.

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Lucifer found his brother sitting on the edge of a cliff.

"So you got one of your vessels back, I see," said Michael feeling his brother approach without having to turn his head back to see him.

"Be glad that you were able to keep yours, big brother, it's a nuisance to have them to say yes again."

As Adam had been in the pit with them, and neither his soul nor body had left it before them. The consent thing hadn't reset for him and Michael. So he could wear his vessel with no problem.

"I guess with everything you had done, it was particularly difficult for you," commented the eldest archangel.

"Oh, but you know me, I can be very convincing," argued Lucifer.

"I know," smiled Michael, and though the archangel still didn't turn around, Lucifer felt it. Michael sighed, "Listen to me, brother, I've been thinking, this time, we don't have to fight," Lucifer listened to him in silence from behind, "Things have already been altered, we don't have to follow the same script than before."

"I agree with everything you said, Michael," said Lucifer getting closer.

"You and me... we can figure it out, Lucifer, we'll find a way. We'll start something new."

"Yes, brother, we won't fight again," agreed the devil getting closer, he took his blade from inside his jacket and stabbed Michael in the back, "I'll start something new and you're not in it," whispering to the now empty vessel of the archangel, he added, "I'm sorry, brother," and tears shone in his eyes.

When he drew out his blade from Adam's corpse, he remembered times shared with his brother in Heaven. With those memories fresh in his mind, he swore that he would make them paid. Sam Winchester would pay for casting them into the pit. Dean Winchester would pay for diverting the original plans from the Apocalypse. And Castiel, oh, sweet and darling Castiel, he would pay in full for siding with the humans, for being their Father's favorite. The three men would pay for orcing him to kill his brother in such fashion.

"I will avenge you, brother," promised Lucifer.

And like that, he was gone. On the ground, at the sides of Adam's body there was the burnt mark of a pair of wings. Above his head, a burnt halo finished the picture.

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So, yeah, I remembered Adam and I killed him. Hooray for me!
Anyway, this chapter end way more happy than intended thanks to the Destiel scenes, but overall it got a dark tone (or so I hope so), next chapter will also be dark and way less happy. But hey, never the idea of this fanfic was to write something happy, there's only one chapter that will be full of smut and fluff but it's way ahead and things won't go well after it. Wahahaha.
Actually, the tattoo thing should have been earlier, before the face the demons in the last chapter, but I totally forgot so...
I also can't remember if there was something that said that the 'yes' thing was not valid if it was under torture. But let's assume that it is still valid.
I hope you liked it, that you feel like reviewing/commenting and that you stay tuned for more.