chapter 26

The Winchester siblings pulled into the parking lot of the Pineview Hotel. Sam had received an Emergency SOS text from Chuck to get there as soon as possible. As they drove into the lot to look for a parking space they were immediately caught off guard with the amount of Impalas littered around the parking lot. Not just any Impala. '67 all black Impalas, exactly like Baby.

As soon as they parked and reached the front of the building they were met with a small squirrelly looking man with a beard and curly hair that Lillian has never met before. Sam and Dean instantly recognized him so she assumed that he was Chuck. Chuck seemed shocked that they were there. He looked behind the brothers towards the female Winchester for a small moment before his eyes darted towards the ground fast. It was almost as if he looked at her with recognition. As if he knew who she was. Which is impossible, they have never met. Though for the smallest moment he seemed to look as if he was on guard as he recognized her. He appeared anxious about something and a bit fearful. Though given by his nature and the way he seemed to carry himself, he might alway carry himself that way.

"What are you guys doing here?" Chuck asked Sam and Dean.

Sam pulled out the text message declaring SOS and shoved it in his face. "What do you mean? You told us to come?!"

"Yeah Chuck, what is all of this?" Dean asked.

As soon as Dean asked that, a peppy voiced bellowed from behind Chuck. "Hi guys!!" A blonde appeared and turned directly to Sam "Hi Sam!" She gave Sam a look that made his skin crawl.

Chuck groaned and turned to the woman. "Becky did you take my phone?" He tried to feel for it in his pocket.

Becky held his phone out for him to take back. "I may have borrowed it." Chuck took it back and tucked it securely back into his pants. "I needed them to see what awaited inside." She continued as she gestured towards the front doors of the hotel.

The siblings look at one another confused as they walked together through the doors, ready to face what could be on the other side. Whatever anyone could have told Lillian or her brothers, nothing could have prepared them for this. There were dozens of people dressed like her and her brothers. There was even few people dressed like monsters they have killed. There was someone who walked by that was dressed like her that had fake boobs on. Really? that's tacky.

To the far right there was a bunch of candles lit and a terrible drawing adaptation of what is supposed to be Lillian. Lillian paced over in front of it with a face of concern. Sam and Chuck followed. Dean still stood in the front of the door as he scanned the room, taking everything in.

Lillian took a deep breath as her hand met her forehead. She turned around to met the faces of Chuck and Sam. "What is all of this?" She spoke through clenched teeth.

"Okay.. I'm Chuck." Chuck introduced. "And I- I- I write books."

Lillian stuck her head out to listen further as she waited for more of an explanation. Chuck looked as if he was going to have a panic attack so Sam continued for him, though he wasn't happy. "You know how we told you Chuck is a prophet. He sees things.. knows things." Sam turned to look at Chuck. "So he took it upon himself to write about our lives."

Lillian squinted as she looked around the room thinking. Our lives? She got so lost in thought she didn't even notice Dean approach them. If he is writing about our lives then how much does he know. Does he write about my Lucifer encounters. Does he even know about them? Is he going to tell? Will he write about all my plans? Tell the world what I am?

Dean interpreted her thoughts when he asked her "Lil are you alright?" He put a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah I'm fine."

"What the hell is this!" He asked referring to the weird shrine behind her.

Chuck laughed nervously. "The books left off with Lillian still in a coma. The fans wanted to do that to pay a tribute to you. You have some favorites, especially with the feminists."

Lillian was surprised to say she was grateful for Becky to come and interrupt the conversation because she felt so uncomfortable. Becky dragged Chuck into the main hall to talk more about the books and answer fan questions.

"Are we going to?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded, "Might as well see what he's saying about us."

The three Winchesters sat in the back of the rows and rows of chairs. The questions kept coming and coming. Lillian dozed off for most of them.

Though one man asked "What's next for the Supernatural books?"

That's when Lillians attention was grabbed. She sat up as she watched Chuck grip his mic. He looked as if he was debating whether or not to answer, then confidently said "I'm going to be publishing again."

Lillian started shaking her leg as she let his answer set in her brain. He can't publish any more than what's already out there. Lillian has never read the books, she doesn't know what's already out in the world. She doesn't want people reading about their lives. Let alone her brothers reading about what she's up to. They wouldn't understand. She isn't even sure if she understands some of the time.

After the questionnaire, the siblings approach Chuck in the lobby. Dean is first to speak. "You cannot release anymore books about us."

"How else am I going to make a living? These books are all I have guys." Chuck defended.

Just as Sam was about to make another point on why to stop writing, there was a loud feminine scream that could be heard from down the hall. Sam and Dean nodded towards Lillian as they left to check it out. Lillian stayed behind to continue talking to Chuck.

"It's not real" Chuck stated.

"What?"

"The scream. It's not real. It's a game for the cosplayers. They get a prize at the end." He clarified.

No part of our lives should be treated like a joke or a game. This is all real. It's not fun and shouldn't be treated lightly. Lillian thought to herself. She wanted to tell him but she didn't want to make herself more upset than she already was so she asked a question that had been on her mind.

"I haven't read the books before." She turned to fully face Chuck. "I'm curious though, what have you written about me?"

Chuck gave her a look of confidence. "If you are referring to what I think you are referring to. I never wrote about you and him." He spoke in a hushed tone. Lillian took an uneasy step back as her face wavered. Chuck analyzed the shocked and uncertain expression on her face, "I'm a prophet remember? I sorta know these things."

Lillian got closer again and aggressively whispered in his direction, "Why haven't you said anything?! Why haven't you told anyone??!"

Chuck looked a little antsy as he scanned the room. He turned close to her and spoke in a hushed tone again. "From what I can tell you have a good influence on him. Given the way history has gone I'd say it's pretty rare to find someone who would have any influence on him. For someone to help the devil turn a new leaf or see things in a new light is a truly unique individual. That is an opportunity you don't want to watch get foiled."

She nods at him grateful, still confused why he would do this, but thankful. "Thank you." Lillian took a moment to think before she spoke another question. "Since you know things.. you wouldn't happen to know if there is a way to make a vessel that is not an angels true vessel a permanent vessel? Would you?"

He looked to the ceiling as he sorted through his mind. Looking back towards her he made a face as if he knew something but he was holding back information. She looked at him with desperation in her eyes. His mouth hung agape as he lifted his finger. She prepared herself for his words but he closed his mouth and put his finger down. Almost as if he shouldn't say what he knew.

"Chuck?" She pushed for him to respond.

"Hmm" he looked back at her. "There is one way. It only works for soulmates."

"Why only soulmates?" Lillian asked confused.

"From what I have heard, when they bond, they exchange their grace with one another. When they bond, some of their grace is imbedded in the vessels soul. Which leaves that vessel slightly stronger and intact. Leaving that angels permanent mark on them so they are suitable for possession or repossession." Lillian looked at him like he had three heads as she took in all the new information. "Though even if the vessel is fine for possession, it still will never be on par with an angel's true vessel" he added.

"I have never heard of angels having soul-" Lillian was abruptly cut off by Becky running over to pull Chuck away. She dragged him back to the main hall to answer more fan questions and talk about the books.

Lillian took her leave from where she was standing and walked over to the bar taking a seat. As she was about to order a drink, Sam found her.

"Is there a case here?" She asks him.

"Yeah, apparently. Get this, a women named Leticia Gore. She used to punish and beat orphans who lived here. Including her own child.. Anyways we found out where she is buried." Sam filled her in.

Lillian was filling up the duffle with their needed equipment for a simple ghost hunt as Sam and Dean were up ahead trying to figure out how to get to the cemetery. She closed the trunk of the Impala and walked up to her brothers. She had the duffle slung over one shoulder and a shotgun in hand. Sam and Dean were ease dropping on a convo that could be overheard by a fake Sam and fake Dean.

The two cosplayers were talking about a map they found. Lillian watched as Dean approached them and tried to steal it from their hands. "Smooth Dean." She whispered to herself. She leaned towards Sam and handed him the duffle she held. Sam took the bag and slung it over his shoulder.

The twins watched as Dean hassled with the cosplayers a deal to share the map to find the graveyard together. As this exchange was going down Lillian zoned out when a voice could be heard from the back of her mind calling out towards her.

"Lillian, I need to speak with you.. urgently "

The voice of Lucifer faded away as Lillians trance was broken by Sam tapping her shoulder. "Lily? Are you alright?" He asked concerned.

"I'm fine." She looked up at him with a determined expression. "Do you guys have everything covered here?" She gestured towards Dean and dudes dressed up as her brothers standing a few feet away waiting to get going.

"Yea- Wait why? Where are you going!?" Sam was worried that his sister would take off and the siblings would be split up again.

"I'll be back." She nodded. "Don't worry." Within a blink she flew away and was gone.

Lillian knew Lucifer was in hell and that was where to find him. Their drawing connection feels different when he was there. Not weaker but it's not as powerful as it would be if they were in the same realm.

She was immediately in the throne room and found Lucifer sitting upon his grim throne. There was another lesser demon whose name she did not care to know standing in front of the grand entryway.

Lillian was already standing halfway to where Lucifer was sitting when she teleported it to hell. She started to walk towards Lucifer when the demon behind her started to pace up to where she was.

"Ma'am! One must request an audience with my Lord" He spoke in front of her once caught up.

Lillian looked up at the demon and his scrawny lengthy figure. She looked past him at Lucifer who had his legs slung over his elegant chair, watching the exchange. Lillian looked back at the black eyed man and started to laugh lowly at him. She walked around the demon, ignoring his presence, and approached Lucifer.

The demon stammered to speak again behind her but she cut him off as she spoke to his master. "Is this why you called me down? To showcase your worth and mansplain it? One measly demon isn't intimidating at all by the way. I don't fear you Lu-"

Lucifer stood up and grabbed her hand that she was moving around as she spoke. He lowered them. "That is not why I called you here.. Partially." He made a face that said he was definitely a bit guilty. He wanted to show off power dynamics and she can easily see through him.

"Mmy- my Lord? If I may?" The demon spoke up from behind them.

Lucifer let go of Lillian and walked towards the measly demon. "What is it?" He asked annoyed.

"Shouldn't she be punished?" The demon asked, considering Lillian spoke out of rule and disobeyed.

Lucifer scrunched up his face and leaned closer towards the demon. "And how would you suggest I do that?"

The demon felt confident now. He stood up a bit taller, straightening his shoulders out. His master wants his help with a punishment that he suggested, this is something to be praised for. "Well my lord, usually when demons do the same you punish them with death."

Lucifer put his head back and tapped his chin as if he was thinking about his. Lillian squinted her eyes and watched him. She trusted him. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. Though a part of her was still a bit nervous because anything can unexpectedly go wrong. That's how her life has always been.

"You're right.. I do enjoy killing demons." Lucifer said with enthusiasm. The demon raised his hands to protest but before he could get a word out Lucifer snapped his fingers and he was nothing but a cloud of dust the angel waved away.

"Where were we?" Lucifer turned to Lillian with open arms.

They were in the same room as last time now. A meeting room with a long table that has nice chairs surrounding it. Lillian was sitting across from Lucifer bouncing her leg in her chair. He had told her something she wasn't expecting.

"You think we should trap Michael?"

"Yes." Lucifer said never breaking eye contact.

"What made you change your mind?" Lillian asked curious if her words really had that much impact on the most stubborn angel in all of creation.

"There is no point of me rebelling and being tossed away in the cage just to continue following what they want me to do. They don't want me in heaven, they didn't want to listen when I told them that humans are corrupt abortions, so why would I participate in their games? I don't want to kill my brother but taking him off the game board… that's something I can get on board with."

Lillian nodded at him as he spoke in acknowledgment of the words he said. She tapped the table and leaned forward slightly. "Are you participating in the apocalypse? Are you having your demons do a bunch of bad shit to destroy earth right now?"

"Yes." He spoke flatly.

"Well stop!" Lillian cried out.

"Why?" He didn't understand.

"If you aren't fighting then you don't have to end the world."

"But it's fun." He whined.

Lillian gave him an annoyed look and put her fingers on her temples. Lucifer spoke up. "Okay look, if I''m not the one on a destructive warpath then it would be upstairs doing it. There's an order to this apocalyptic business, someone's gotta do the nasty work."

"Well tone it down then." She demanded.

Lucifer groaned, "Anymore demands princess?"

Lillian ignored his comment and asked the most important question. "How do we open the cage?"

Lucifer took a shaky breath at the mention of the cage again. He was hesitant whether or not to tell her. There was much paranoia flooding his mind about everything turning against him. He doesn't want to be the one back in the cage. His cold blue eyes searched her face signs of doubt or mistrust, though he couldn't find any. "I will have to summon each of the four horseman on earth. Famine and War already are roaming around. Their rings are the keys."

Lillian leaned back in her seat. "My brothers had a run in with War. We have one ring... I know my brothers are going to get themselves more dangerously involved in this somehow. You have to promise not to hurt them."

Lucifer sighed and raised his hand "I solemnly swear."

There was a pregnant pause and they were left staring at one another across the table. Lillian looked at Lucifer who sat there with his arms crossed over his chest. He had a cold stare as his gaze ran over her but she could see the warmth behind his eyes. His blond locks were a bit messed up but in a charming way. His face, his real face behind the human mask, shone brightly. She has never seen something as beautiful before. She licked her lips as she stared at him.

Before she knew it he was behind her and her chair was being spun around to face him. Lillian remained seated as she stared up at him. He looked down into her big green eyes. Lucifer took her chin into his hand and held her face. Her cheeks felt warm as a new shade of crimson appeared.

"Are we going to talk about it?" He asked her.

Lillians brain was malfunctioning.Talk about it? about what?

"About what?" she asked dumbfounded.

HIs hand slowly moved from her chin down to grip around her neck. He gripped her throat, though not hard enough where she couldn't breathe and urged her to stand. She stood up with his guidance. Lillian gripped the wrist of the hand that clenched her throat. He slowly pushed her back against the table.

He whispered closely to her, "Last time."

Last time.. Last time we almost fucked. I thought it was just a dream it seemed so surreal. I didn't think he would ever approach me again about it. I avoided him a little because I was scared it would be awkward.

"You want to finish what we started?" She smiled mischievously at him. She could feel his hard length pressing against her thigh. Wetness flooded her panties.

He nodded at her and she leaned in closely. His hands moved down around to grip her hips. She kissed his cheek and pulled away. He looked at her confused.

"It might not matter to you but I'm not taking your millions of years of virginity on some random conference table." She smiled sweetly at him and took a step back. "Next time." Within seconds she was gone.

Lillian was back at the Pineview Hotel. She popped in the main hall where there was a giant crowd sitting in seats and staff standing around. Chuck was pacing and talking on stage. He seemed to be on edge as he was nervously rambling to the audience. Lillian looked over at the perimeter of the room and it looked like all of the staff for the hotel was present in the room. What is going on?

Chuck then spotted Lillian standing at the other end of the room. They made brief eye contact. Chuck looked as if a light bulb went off above his head.

"And also we will be introducing angels to the series." Chuck gulped he looked away from Lillian. "I know many of you bash Lillian's character online, saying she's slutty." Chuck lowered his voice looking at Lillian "which I do not agree with." He continued, "Coming up in the next book, she will have a new love interest… a permanent one."

He wrote me slutty? People think I'm a whore. So he cut out Lucifer and had me sleep around? And why sleep around what the hell.. Yeah I had my fair share of people when I was younger on the road but who hasn't. Who is this love interest???

Lillian was snapped out of her thoughts when the door behind her was abruptly opened. Dean was revealed to be the one on the other side as he stepped through the door. Lillian watched as he nodded towards Chuck. She was lost on the meaning behind their unspoken communication. Frustrated with Chucks announcement she left the room.

The siblings decided to stay the rest of the convention. It was weird but entertaining. Also once the ghost was gone it was nice to have a little break.

Everyone was flooding out of the hotel who stayed for the convention. Lillian had seen Sam talking to Chuck and Becky. She approached them and overheard Becky mention something about the colt which had Lillian on alert.

"Bela never gave the colt to Lilith, she lied." Becky spoke to Sam who had confusion plastered all over his face. Lillian listened in just as confused. Becky continued, "I thought you read the book? There is a scene where Bela gives the colt to this demon named Crowley." Lillian's head perks up at this. "He was Lilith's right hand man, maybe even lover."

Sam turned to Chuck. "Why didn't you tell us any of this!?" He asked annoyed.

"I didn't remember! I'm not a fan like she is!" Chuck defended himself.

"Can you tell us everything?" Lillian asked Becky. She nodded and proceeded to tell the twins everything.

Sam and Lillian approached Dean who was leaning against Baby.

"How are you feeling?" Lillian asks Dean who was smiling. Sam eyed his sister suspiciously from the side as she asked Dean. He still doesn't know where she went when they were hunting during the convention. He gave Dean a good excuse but never said what really happened.

Dean was still smiling as he answered. "I think I'm good."

"You aren't gonna believe what we got." Lillian said. Dean leaned up more to listen in.

"We got a lead on the colt." Sam finished. Dean was confused as ever. Lillian and Sam rounded to get into the Impala. They both sat in their usual spots. Sam called out to Dean who was taking his time getting in the car, "We'll tell you everything on the way!"