Chapter 20: Loverman.
Almost two months have passed since the Winchester twins went their separate ways. Jean goes on a couple of hunts since then, including a case with Ellen and Jo Harvelle hunting a couple of wraiths. Jean is very impressed with how well the mother and daughter team works together, even if they often have small arguments every once in a while. After killing the wraiths, Ellen and Jo ask Jean if wants to continue to hunt with them, but she turns them down due to Lucifer's increasing number of visits.
Lucifer is frequently visiting Jean now, both when she is alone and in her dreams. The two slowly grow closer and closer.
Jean has just finished killing a skin walker in Tulsa, Oklahoma and decides to stop at a bar for a few drinks. She is on her fourth glass of whiskey when a familiar male voice says, "Hello, gorgeous."
She looks up to tear the man a new one, but her voice fails her when she sees Lucifer standing by her small table. He sits in the chair opposite of her. When Jean recovers from her shock, she asks him, "What are you doing here, Luci?" She looks more closely at his face and notices a few blisters forming on his forehead. "What's happening to Nick's body?"
Lucifer smirks at her, "A couple of demons told me that you are on your own now, so I decided to see if it was true or not." He looks down at the body of his vessel, "Unfortunately, Nick is starting to burn away."
Jean gulps down the rest of the liquor in her glass before getting a waitress' attention. The middle aged woman quickly makes her way over to Jean's table. "Bring me two more glasses of whiskey, please." Once the waitress leaves, Jean turns her attention back to Lucifer and tells him, "Yeah, it's true. Sam and Dean are hunting together again, but decided not to let me tag along. Apparently, Dean thinks that I will lead you straight to Sammy if I'm with them." The waitress returns with the drinks and places one glass in front of Jean and the other in front of Lucifer before walking away again. "Of course, they'll call me when they need something from me." She takes a sip from her glass while Lucifer raises his glass up to his nose and his nose scrunches in disgust at the smell of the cheap alcohol. "Ellen and Jo invited me to hunt with them, but I felt like I would just be intruding."
Lucifer sits his glass back down on the table without taking a drink. "So, this is how you spend your time? Drinking cheap alcohol?"
"When I'm not killing shit," she replies, badly slurring her words. "I've been thinking a lot lately and do you know what I find funny, Luci?" Lucifer raises an eyebrow at Jean, finding her drunken behavior amusing. "That most of the creatures that hunters kill; werewolves, vampires, skinwalkers, vengeful spirits; are separated from us by only one bad day. Rather they had the misfortune of running into a creature that decided to turn them or some human asshole decided to take their life; all it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far humanity is from being monsters. Just one bad day."
"Well, aren't you in a mood tonight? Personally, I believe humans are already monsters; it just takes one bad day for the facade to break and reveal their true nature."
Jean opens her mouth to respond, but 'Closer' by Jo Dee Messina begins to blare from the bar's juke box and she grins before standing up. She grabs one of Lucifer's hands, tugging on it to get him to stand up. "Will you give this monster the honor of dancing with her?" After a few seconds of stubbornly refusing her, he finally relents and stands up. She starts to pull him towards the dance floor, shouting so that she can be heard over the loud music as they get closer to the jukebox, "Come on, Luci!" Once they are on the dance floor, Jean begins to sway her hips in a drunken attempt at dancing. "Dance with me!"
"Is that what you're supposed to be doing?" Lucifer asks and Jean nods her head a bit too enthusiastically. "I think you've had too much to drink, kitten."
Jean pouts, "Please."
Lucifer's eyes suddenly narrow and he scowls as a rugged black haired man with blue eyes approaches them. "Hey, sweetheart. If this fella won't dance with ya, I sure will."
Even though he knows the human male can't see them, Lucifer flares his wings in a display of anger and dominance. He raises his hand to snap his fingers and smite this inferior human male, but Jean stops him by covering his hand with hers. She barely spares the man a glance before saying, "Sorry, but I'm only interested in dancing with him." She nods her head in Lucifer's direction then moves closer to him. He wraps his arms and wings around her protectively. The dark haired man just shrugs and walks away.
Jean smiles at Lucifer, "Now...where were we? Oh, yeah." She hooks her fingers into the waistband of Lucifer's jeans and pulls his hips flush against her own. "Closer, closer than anything. Don't you wanna be? Closer, til there's nothing in between, you and me." She sings sultrily into Lucifer's ear while grinding her hips against his.
Lucifer moans slightly, his eyes darkening in lust. "You enjoy getting a rise out of me, don't you?"
Jean smirks, "Of course, I do."
He growls in her ear, "You should be careful, kitten, or you're going to end up a quivering mess beneath me, screaming my name, and begging me for release."
A shiver of pleasure goes down Jean's spine and she turns her head and places a gentle kiss to the corner of Lucifer's mouth. "I certainly hope so..." She kisses his lips, "Why don't we go to my motel room?"
Lucifer grins, "I thought that you would never ask." He wraps an arm around Jean's waist and, in an instant, the two of them are in Jean's motel room.
She frowns, "Wait. What about my car?"
Lucifer rolls his eyes, "You Winchesters and your automobiles."
Jean smiles, "Hey, that car is the first thing that I could shove in my father's face. When I first bought it, it was a rusted piece of junk and my dad said that there was no chance in hell that I would ever get it running. A year later, she was running like she was new. You should've seen my dad's face when, one day, I pulled up beside the Impala at a stop light in the car that he said I would never be able to fix and flipped him off before speeding away." She laughs loudly at the memory, "Boy, was he pissed."
Lucifer chuckles in amusement and snaps his finger causing Jean's '68 Mustang, Sally, to appear in an empty parking space outside. "There. The car is outside."
Jean's grin turns into a tender, loving smile and she starts to run her fingers through Lucifer's beautiful feathers. "Thank you, Luci."
He moans in pleasure as she carefully preens his wings. He closes his eyes and spreads all six of his wings wide to give her easier access to the feathers. When the feeling of her fingers sliding through his feathers suddenly stops, he opens his eyes only to see her now standing in front of him with a mischievous smirk on her beautiful face. "What are you up to now?" He asks as she slides her hands down his chest before kneeling before him.
She begins to unbuckle his belt then she unbuttons his pants. "I wanna show you how much I appreciate everything you do for me," she says seductively while pulling down the zipper of his jeans.
After Jean is done, she swallows then licks her lips. "Good girl," Lucifer praises her while running a hand through her short red hair. Jean's chest puffs up with pride at his satisfaction.
As Lucifer starts to move his hand away from her head, Jean grabs it and nuzzles her cheek against the palm of his hand. "I love you, Luci." She sleepily mumbles.
He freezes in surprise, "What did you say?"
Jean crawls onto the bed and lays down on her belly, "You heard me. I love you, you overgrown arrogant feather duster."
Lucifer is silent for a few minutes while he pulls up his underwear and pants. He asks, "Do you still want to know what the loophole is, kitten?" When the only response to his question is a light snore, he turns his head towards the bed and huffs in irritation when he sees that Jean has fallen asleep. He pulls the covers of the bed over her then settles himself in a chair by the bed to watch over her while she sleeps. After a few hours, Lucifer senses one of his demons urgently trying to reach him so he leaves Jean's side to attend to the matter.
Lucifer returns to Jean's motel room at eight o'clock the next morning only to find her still asleep. Annoyed that his etam isn't awake to pay attention to him, Lucifer decides to wake her up. He walks over to the side of the bed, leans over close to Jean's ear, and begins to sing, " Good morning to you, good morning to you. Our day is beginning, so good morning to you."
Jean raises her head off of the pillow and Lucifer laughs. The reason for his laughter is Jean's hair; which is sticking up in different directions. She turns her head in Lucifer's direction and looks at him with one eye open and the other eye closed. She smacks her chapped lips together a couple of times while struggling to open her closed eye. "A man who laughs at a woman's appearance when she first wakes up is just begging to be kicked in the nuts." She tells him, her voice cracking due to the dryness of her mouth.
"You seem to have forgotten, kitten, that I'm an angel not a man."
Jean sits up in bed and stretches her arms above her head, "Then I'll pluck a couple of your feathers." She yawns and gets out of bed. She walks over to the small kitchen sink and grabs a red solo cup. "Have you been here all night?" She asks him while filling the cup with water from the faucet.
Jean gulps the water down as Lucifer answers her question. " No. There was something that needed my attention after you fell asleep." He walks closer to her, "Speaking of last night...how much do you remember?"
Jean places the empty cup down, "Well, I remember trying to get you to dance with me at the bar." She starts to walk towards the bathroom, feeling an urgent need to empty her bladder. "I also remember giving you a bj and..." she freezes in the middle of her sentence as she remembers telling Lucifer that she loved him and that he never said it back. "Then I passed out," she tells him, afraid of admitting her feelings for him again and being rejected. She continues walking to the bathroom and shuts the door behind her.
Curious about what it was that made Jean freeze, Lucifer reads her mind and discovers her insecurity over admitting her love for him. The door to the bathroom opens and Jean walks back into the room, but Lucifer is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't notice at first. He snaps out of his thoughts when Jean pulls her blue t-shirt off over her head. His sparkly, hot pink feathers ruffle in arousal when he sees her mostly bare torso. He continues to watch as she strips out of her pants. Now she's only wearing a black and purple bra with black panties. Lucifer's wings extend into a mating display when Jean takes off her bra, unabashedly exposing her breasts to him. She then slips her panties off and is now standing completely naked in front of him. As she bends over to pick up her duffel bag from the floor beside the bed, Lucifer enjoys a very nice view of Jean's bare ass. A subtle scent drifts over to Lucifer and he flares his nostrils trying to catch more of the pleasant smell. Jean sits her bag down on the bed and he approaches her while she's digging in her bag for clean clothes. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her flush against him. He folds his wings around her, enshrouding her in a cushion of soft feathers. His primary feathers rest against her bare skin causing a shiver of arousal to pass through her body from the gentle touch. Lucifer buries his face in the side of Jean's neck and starts to kiss and nip his way down, pausing to suck at a spot when she moans his name loudly.
Lucifer smirks against the skin of Jean's neck; he can already smell her arousal wafting off of her. He gently bites her neck, playfully teasing her. Suddenly, the alluring scent from earlier intensifies and Lucifer's pupils immediately dilate and all six of his gigantic wings flare into a mating display. He forces her to bend over the bed and covers her body with his own, pinning her to the mattress. Jean is slightly concerned, and aroused, by Lucifer's unexpected show of force. "Luci? What's going on?"
Lucifer inhales deeply, enjoying this wonderful scent emanating from the young female etam. The feathers on all six of his wings are fully ruffled in sexual excitement. He runs his wings over her body in an attempt at wooing Jean into spreading her legs for him. It apparently works since Jean moves her legs further apart and widens her stance. Lucifer starts grinding against her from behind, still fully clothed, and desperate to sheath himself inside of her. He then bites her neck hard enough to break the skin and draw blood. "Lucifer!" she cries out his name. Lucifer feels Jean's body relax under him and instantly knows that she's submitting to him; giving him permission to do whatever he wants to her.
The realization of what's happening suddenly dawns on Lucifer and he growls into the side of her neck, "You're in estrus." He pulls away slightly so that he can flip her over onto her back. His wings flare open into an amazing mating display once again when he notices her looking at his wings. The morning sunlight that's filtering in through the motel room's window shines on his feathers causing his wings to shimmer beautifully. Jean is instantly enraptured and a loud gasp escapes her mouth at the utterly glorious sight.
Lucifer leans over Jean; resting one hand on the bed beside her head while he cups the side of her face with his other hand. He strokes her cheek with his thumb, "Jean, will you allow me to perform the paracleda ritual on you?"
She looks at him slightly confused, "What is a paracleda ritual?"
"That's what the bonding of an angel's grace with a humans' soul is called." Lucifer is watching Jean's face for her reaction to what he's about to tell her. "It's basically the equivalent of a human wedding ceremony."
Jean is slightly surprised and takes several moments to think things over carefully.
"This will be forever. Once we are bonded, neither one of us will ever be able to be with anyone else."
She is studying his face carefully, trying to figure out just why Lucifer would want to be bound to her forever. "What would happen if I refused?" She watches as a look of devastation briefly passes over his face at the thought of her rejecting him and that's when she realizes that it's possible that Lucifer actually loves her too, he just doesn't know how to properly express it to her. Jean smiles lovingly at him before saying, " Never mind, it doesn't matter because my answer is yes."
Lucifer is surprised at first, but quickly recovers and captures Jean's lips in a passionate kiss. He slides his hand that is caressing her cheek down her neck and over her breast. He stops over her abdomen and breaks the kiss. "Listen, kitten, I need to reach inside of you and grasp your soul. This will hurt quite a bit at first, but the pain will eventually pass."
Jean nods, "Okay."
Suddenly, Lucifer's hand starts to glow and slowly penetrate Jean's abdomen. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open in a silent scream as an overwhelming pain shoots through her body causing her back to arch off the bed involuntarily. "It will be okay, Jean. The pain won't last for long," he tells her in an attempt to soothe her. Jean struggles to breathe as Lucifer's hand sinks farther inside of her causing the pain to intensify, although how that is even possible baffles Jean. There is a worried expression on Lucifer's face as he watches her struggle to take a breath; the thought of the first etam's death never far from his mind, after all, she did die while bonding with her own ugear. Lucifer continues to slowly slide his arm into her at an upward angle so that he can reach her soul. He finally stops when he's buried up to his elbow inside of her. Jean's body begins to glow with a brilliant orange and green light while Lucifer's own body glows with the bright bluish-white light of his own grace. "You have such a beautiful soul, my love." Lucifer tells her in an attempt to distract her from the pain. "The orange means that you bring warmth, fun, and laughter to the world. While green is a color associated with the heart so it is linked with love, the earth, growth, etc. Your soul is what is known as a Healer's Soul which makes you a mediator, balancer and harmonizer."
Very slowly the pain that has been dominating Jean's body begins to fade and she can breathe normally again. When Lucifer wraps his hand around the intense orange and green ball of energy that is Jean's soul, she gasps loudly. It is at this moment that Jean realizes that her life is in Lucifer's hands...literally. With a simple flick of his wrist, Lucifer could destroy her soul leaving her body an empty shell.
Lucifer begins to push his grace inside of her and his bluish-white light starts to combine with Jean's orange and green glow. Both Lucifer and Jean gasp as an incredibly strong sense of pleasure starts to pulse deep inside of them both and as the light enveloping the pair grows stronger, so do the pulses of euphoria.
Jean wraps her legs around Lucifer's waist and presses herself against his hard bulge. "Please, Lucifer, I need you so badly. Please." The scent of Jean's estrus has been growing stronger with her arousal and Lucifer is going mad in desperation to mate with her.
He snaps his fingers and his clothes disappear. The light from the bonding of Jean's soul and Lucifer's grace is now so bright that Jean is forced to close and cover her eyes. Lucifer sheaths himself inside of her so that they're not only joined incorporeal, but physically as well. The paracleda ritual is nearing its end and the intensity of their rapture is reaching its peak causing both of them to cry out simultaneously as waves of sheer pleasure erupt throughout their bodies. As his grace finishes bonding with her soul, Lucifer throws his head back and lets out a shrieking roar that can be heard by his brother and sister angels. Jean collapses back onto the bed, her senses overwhelmed by pleasure. Lucifer's humongous wings are continuously trembling and the feathers are all standing on end.
The paracleda ritual is finally complete and the light starts to fade. As the aftershocks of the ethereal pleasure they just shared begins to fade, Lucifer captures Jean's lips in another passionate and loving kiss while proceeding to physically pleasure his now official mate.
Lucifer and Jean spend the rest of the day in each other's arms, lost in their desire for each other, and only pausing for brief moments so that Jean can rest. Finally, at seven p.m., Jean's stomach growls loudly and she extracts herself from Lucifer's arms. She stands up from the bed, "I'm starving! You sure do know how to make a girl work up an appetite, Luci."
Lucifer stands up as well and wraps his arms around her waist from behind. "What do you want? I'll go and get it for you." He nuzzles his face against the side of her neck and inhales deeply through his nostrils. The intoxicating scent of her estrus is now very weak and fading fast.
Jean turns around in Lucifer's arms so that she's now facing him. "Really?" He nods his head at her and she thinks for a moment before telling him, "I feel like pizza." He unwraps his arms from around her and as she turns around to pick up her abandoned blue jeans, he disappears without her noticing. She picks up her pants then pulls her phone out of one of the pockets. "But, luckily," Lucifer reappears, "I can have them..." Jean turns back around only to see Lucifer standing there, naked, and holding a pizza box. "Deliver." She looks him up and down, "Uh, Luci?"
"Yes, my love?"
"Did you appear inside of the building like that?"
"Yes."
"And did anyone see you?"
Lucifer grins wickedly, "Just a boy who was maybe eighteen years old. But I'm not sure...I didn't bother checking. I just took the pizza from him in the kitchen while he was busy gaping at me and then I left."
Jean bursts out laughing, "I wish...I could have...seen...his face!" She manages to calm down a little, "Or even better...been there when he tries to explain to his boss that a naked man appeared out of nowhere, took a pizza from him, and then vanished into thin air. That kid is now going to be taking weekly drug tests for as long as he works there." She breaks out into laughter once again.
When she finally stops, she walks closer to Lucifer and takes the pizza box from him. "Thank you, Luci."
"You're welcome, my love. You are going to need all the food you can get." He tells her, wrapping one of his large sparkly, hot pink wings protectively around her.
Jean places the pizza box down on the small table in the room before opening the lid and removing a slice of pepperoni pizza. "Huh? What do you mean?"
She takes a bite of the pizza then looks at Lucifer. Her emerald green eyes meet his sapphire blue ones and for a second his eyes seem to shine with pride and the knowledge of something that is still unknown to the young female. "Don't worry about it."
She swallows her bite of food then asks, "So why have you stopped pawing at me? Earlier you barely gave me five minutes of rest between romps."
Lucifer watches her eat for a moment before replying, "You were in full estrus earlier and it was impossible to resist you."
Jean finishes the slice of pizza then grabs another. "Estrus? I'm sure I've heard that word before, but I just can't remember where."
Lucifer smirks mischievously at Jean as she finishes the second slice and grabs a third. She walks back over to the bed and sits down. As soon as she's done with her third slice of pizza, Lucifer literally pounces on his mate and they end up in yet another round of passionate lovemaking.
Afterwards, Jean falls asleep in Lucifer's protective embrace, completely exhausted. As his etam sleeps, Lucifer spoons her from behind, resting a hand on her belly and rubbing slow, gentle circles with his thumb.
Early the next morning, Jean is woken up by Lucifer kissing and sucking at her neck. "Time to wake up, kitten." She stretches her arms and legs before rolling over and falling off the edge of the bed. Lucifer reacts instantly and catches her before she hits the floor. "Be careful, love." He tells her as he pulls her back onto the bed. Lucifer's wings are raised protectively over Jean.
Jean yawns, "Relax, Luci. A fall from this height isn't gonna do much damage."
He cups her cheek with his right hand, "It would do far more damage than you know, Jean." He kisses her lips, his forked tongue slipping past her lips and into her mouth. He pulls away and looks down at his beautiful mate. "Unfortunately, I have to leave, my love. I have to start making preparations to bind Death." Lucifer stands up from the bed, "What are your plans for the day?" He snaps his fingers and his clothes appear on his body.
Jean stands up as well and Lucifer can clearly see the bruises and bite marks that he left all over her body during their sexual escapades. They're scattered all over her body; from neck to ankle, front and back; and Lucifer is astonished that she didn't complain about his roughness once during their lovemaking. Jean begins to walk towards the bathroom. " First of all, I plan on taking a shower. Then I have to get out of this state. I'll probably go to Bobby's and see if he has anything for me to hunt."
Lucifer tenses at her words, but Jean doesn't see his reaction due to the fact that she has just entered the bathroom. He wants to forbid her from hunting anymore, but he knows that she would be beyond pissed at him. Not to mention, she would just ignore him and continue hunting anyway. As Lucifer thinks about ways to make sure that his etam stays safe while hunting, he hears the toilet flush and then the water in the shower turns on. He walks into the bathroom and sees Jean bending over the bathtub testing the temperature of the water running from the faucet with her hand. Lucifer's feathers ruffle as he stares at her bare ass. "I suppose it would be pointless for me to ask you to quit hunting?"
Jean turns around to face her ugear, "Yes. Unless you want to have our first really big fight, then by all means proceed."
Lucifer shakes his head, "Will you ever be willing to quit?"
"Maybe someday. But even then I'll probably end up doing something like what Bobby does or maybe running a bar for hunters like Ellen did."
Lucifer folds one of his large wings around her then starts to nudge her towards him with his wing. Jean allows herself to be herded closer to him. When she reaches him, she presses herself against him and wraps her arms around his waist. She kisses him on the mouth and he quickly deepens it, cupping the back of her neck with his right hand. Lucifer reluctantly breaks the kiss, "I need to leave now. But I will return to your side as soon as possible." He places his index and middle fingers against her forehead and heals most of the bruises and bite marks on her body, leaving only a large hickey on her neck, a bite mark on her left breast, and a bruise on her right butt cheek in the shape of his hand.
Jean kisses Lucifer again, "Okay. I'll see you soon." She turns around and steps into the shower. Lucifer is greatly tempted to join her, but he knows that binding Death is now more important than ever.
He walks out of the bathroom and closes the door behind him so Jean won't see what he's about to do. Lucifer summons a demon and within seconds a short, black haired male demon wearing an expensive tailored suit appears. "You called, my lord?" he says with an English accent.
Lucifer eyes the demon up and down for a moment, wondering if he should trust this demon with the life of his etam. "It's Crowley, right? The so-called King of the Crossroads?"
"That would be me, yes. What can I do for you, my lord?" Crowley asks.
"I have an important job for you," Crowley looks at Lucifer, curiosity piqued. "I want you to follow Jean Winchester wherever she goes and kill whatever it is she's hunting before she comes face to face with it."
Crowley looks surprised, "You're kidding me, right? You want me to be a bloody babysitter?!"
Lucifer narrows his eyes at the demon, "Frankly...yes. Don't let her know that you're following her and I'm warning you now...if any harm comes to her or if you touch her in any way...I will personally tear you apart molecule by molecule. Do I make myself clear?"
"Perfectly." Crowley starts to disappear, but stops when Lucifer speaks again.
"Oh, and if any angels approach her, report back to me immediately."
"As you wish, my lord." Crowley says before disappearing to pass the task down to a couple of his lower level crossroads demons...after all, it's just one human girl, how much trouble could she possibly get into?
Satisfied that his orders will be followed, Lucifer leaves the motel room to begin the preparations for the ritual to bind Death.
Twenty minutes later, Jean walks out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. She pulls on clean clothes then starts to gather her belongings. Her cell phone rings and she quickly answers, "Hello?"
"Hello, Jean," Castiel's gruff voice says from the other end of the line.
"Cass! What's up?"
"Uh...birds in the sky, clouds, Earth's atmosphere, space, Heaven..."
Jean chuckles in amusement, "I didn't mean literally, Cass."
"Oh."
"What I meant was...what's going on? Why did you call me?"
"I was wondering if you have heard from Sam or Dean recently? They've been missing for several days now."
Jean becomes slightly worried, "No, I haven't spoken to either of them in months. Have you talked to Bobby? He probably knows where they are."
"I spoke to him and he told me that the last time he heard from them they were in Wellington, Ohio investigating a case where a man had his head ripped off by something called the Incredible Hulk, whatever that is."
Jean's face shows her surprise and she asks him, "Are you sure he said the Incredible Hulk?"
"I'm sure. I've been searching the entire town of Wellington for the past two days and haven't found them."
"Okay. I'm on my way. In the meantime, look for the Impala. If you find the Impala, you're bound to at least find Dean."
"Thank you, Jean." There is a momentary pause as Castiel hesitates to ask his next question. "Did Lucifer hurt you during the paracleda ritual?"
"How did you know we bonded?"
"Every angel in Heaven and on Earth could sense the energy created by the ritual. We could also hear Lucifer's shout during the bonding."
Jean's cheeks tint a soft pink in embarrassment, "So, that shrieking roar was him bragging to the other angels?"
"Not necessarily. It was more like he was letting us know that you are no longer unbonded."
"Still sounds like bragging to me. Anyway, no, he didn't hurt me, Cass. I'll see you soon."
"Goodbye, Jean."
"Bye, Cass." Jean presses the end call button on her phone's screen then puts the phone in the right pocket of her pants. She picks up her duffel bag and leaves the motel room. She spends the next sixteen hours on the road, stopping only for gas, food, and coffee.
She's driving through the outskirts of Wellington when she spots the Impala parked outside an abandoned warehouse. Jean slams on the brakes and quickly turns around. She dials Castiel's number but he doesn't answer. Instead, she gets his voicemail; "You've reached the voicemail of," a robotic female voice says, followed by Castiel's voice. "I don't understand. Why...why do you want me to say my name?" A series of beeps follows as the confused angel pressed random buttons.
Jean laughs, "Don't ever change, Castiel. No matter what happens, don't ever change. Anyway, I've found the Impala. It's parked outside of a warehouse just west of the Wellington city limit."
After Jean leaves her message for Castiel, she hangs up and parks her Mustang next to Dean's Impala. She gets out of the car then walks over to the door of the warehouse. She opens the door and steps inside only to find herself in the living room of an old black and white sitcom. Jean looks down at herself and notices that she's now wearing a black 1950's style dress with white polka dots and a white lace collar. "What the...? Eww." Jean has hated wearing dresses and skirts ever since she was in first grade and a boy looked up her dress. Of course, she'd kicked the boy in the face and the principal had called her father to tell him what she had done. John had only responded with, "Good." Then he hung up on the principal.
Jean goes to run a hand through her hair only to find her hair in curls on top of her head. "I don't see why I have to be Ethel. Why can't I be Fred and you be Ethel?" The familiar voice of Jean's twin brother Dean comes from somewhere nearby. "Man, these freakin' heels are killing me! How do women stand walking around in these things?"
"Shut up, Dean. Let's just get this over with," replies Sam.
"Dean?! Sam?!" Jean calls out to her brothers.
"Jean?!" Dean and Sam shout at the same time. There's the sound of running then the door across the room flies open and Sam comes rushing into the room and Dean follows a few seconds later, stumbling like a newborn calf.
When Jean sees what her brothers are wearing she bursts out laughing, but mainly at Dean's appearance. Sam is wearing a button down white dress shirt with brown slacks that are pulled up nearly to his chest and what looks like a bald cap on his head. Dean, on the other hand, is wearing a teal color short sleeved dress complete with panty hose and high heels. Jean wolf whistles at her older brother, "That dress really brings out the color of your eyes, Dean."
Dean pouts, "At least it doesn't make me look fat." He gives her a weird look, "It always freaks me out when you wear a dress, Jean. Or should I call you Lucy?"
Jean's heart starts to race in fear that somehow her brothers have learned about her and Lucifer bonding. "What?" Dean points at something behind her and Jean turns around to look. She finds herself staring into a large mirror that's hanging on the wall at her own reflection. "Holy shit! I look like Lucille Ball!"
"Welcome to TV Land. The wonderful world created for us by the trickster." Dean tells his twin sister, his voice full of sarcasm.
"Jean, what are you doing here anyway?" Sam asks her.
"Cass called me and told me that you two had gone missing and that you were supposed to be around Wellington. So, naturally, I came to help look for you. It was only by chance that I saw the Impala outside. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get a hold of Cass before coming in here, but I did leave him a message."
Sam shakes his head, "It doesn't matter...the trickster got Castiel as well. He sent him somewhere; we don't know where though."
The door suddenly slams open again and in walks Gabriel. He's wearing a dark blue suit with a grey dress shirt and a red tie. "Lucy...you've got some 'splainin to do," Gabriel says with a cheesy accent.
Dean and Sam turn around to face the archangel turned trickster. "Enough is enough, you son-of-a-bitch," Dean blurts out angrily. "Get us out of here now!"
"No can do, Dean-o. You and Sammy have a lesson you still need to learn...Or at least you do. I'm pretty sure that Jeanie is close to getting Sammy out of his predicament."
Sam and Dean look first at Gabriel, then at Jean, and then back at Gabriel. "What are you talking about?"
Gabriel raises an eyebrow, "I see the three of you need to have a long talk. But before you do, I need to have a private chat with my new little sister." Dean and Sam manage to exchange confused looks with each other before Gabriel snaps his fingers and the two brothers disappear.
Gabriel and Jean are now alone, standing inside of the dilapidated warehouse, which is empty except for a woman's dead body laying on the ground a few feet away from them. Gabriel notices Jean inspecting the body from a distance and quickly explains to her, "She was a demon that followed you here. There was another one, but she was a little smarter and took off as I killed her partner."
Jean looks down at her clothes and sighs in relief when she sees that she's wearing her own clothes once again: a grey tank top, blue jeans, and combat boots. She then looks up into Gabriel's whiskey-color eyes, "So what did you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to make sure that Lucifer didn't hurt you too much. Are you okay?" He asks, eyeing her up and down.
"I'm fine, Gabe. A little tired and hungry, but fine never-the-less." Jean tells her archangel best friend while carefully observing his beautiful blue wings which are raised in curiosity. "Why did you bring me back here instead of leaving me in, uh, what did Dean call it? TV Land?"
"Because Luci can't sense you in my little made up world and would have gone on a rampage if you had disappeared for very long." Gabriel gives her a large smile, "I guess you're now officially my sister-in-law. Let's celebrate!" He snaps his fingers and a table covered in all sorts of sweets appears out of thin air.
Jean eagerly makes her way over to the table followed closely by Gabriel. "My brothers aren't in any real danger in TV Land are they?" she asks him while placing a large slice of strawberry swirl cheesecake on a paper plate.
"Nah. I'm just trying to teach them to play their parts."
"What do you mean?" She takes a large bite of the piece of cheesecake with a plastic fork. Then the realization of what he meant dawns on her and, after she swallows the food in her mouth, she asks "You want them to say yes to Michael and Lucifer?!" Gabriel runs his finger through the icing of a triple-layer chocolate cake and nods his head as he sticks the finger in his mouth. "Why?"
"I just want the fighting to stop. I'm sick and tired of Lucifer and Michael constantly at each other's throats." Gabriel tells her looking and sounding depressed.
"Have you tried talking to them?"
"For centuries...but both of them are too stubborn to listen to reason. Michael insists that it's Dad's will that he kills Lucifer and Lucifer insists that he's right about destroying humanity."
"Their minds can be changed, Gabe." Gabriel snorts in suppressed laughter. "It's true. Look at Lucifer if you don't believe me. He's now bonded with me; a human being. Would he ever have bonded with a human before?"
Gabriel shakes his head, "No, definitely not." He picks up a chocolate eclair, "Okay, so you might be able to convince Luci not to fight Michael. But Michael won't back off for anyone but God."
Jean shrugs, "So we just ask the big man to order Michael to stop."
"That's all fine and good, except for the fact that nobody knows where Dad is."
"We don't need to know where he is." Gabriel just looks at her in confusion, "God is omniscient right?" The archangel nods his head, "He hears people's prayers whether he wants to or not, right?"
"Yes," Gabriel replies, not seeing where Jean is going with this.
"So, we just constantly pray to him until he finally caves and calls Michael off."
Gabriel looks at Jean as though she's gone insane, "That's your plan?! To bug God until you get your way?! What makes you think he won't just smite you?"
"Because then Michael and Lucifer will be able to find him. Besides, it may not be a very good plan, but at least I'm trying."
Gabriel sighs, "And if that doesn't work, because it won't, what then?"
"Then I will keep on fighting to save my family...all of my family. Because family is the one thing in this existence that's always worth fighting for." She places a hand on one of Gabriel's biceps as a sign of comfort and as soon as her skin makes contact with his, Gabriel jumps slightly and looks at her in shock.
He chuckles, "Luci, didn't waste any time, did he?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
He shakes his head again, "It's not my place to tell you. It's Lucifer's. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to your brothers."
"Wait! Can you send me into the world of One Piece? Just for a little bit. Please?"
Gabriel thinks about it for a few seconds, "Maybe some other time when Lucifer won't throw a tantrum when you disappear for an hour." And with that said Gabriel disappears, leaving Jean all alone in the old warehouse with a large table covered in sweets.
