Catching Up, Season 2
Chapter 11 – No Rest for the Wicked…or the Righteous Either Apparently

Sam took a second to look down on his mother's sleeping form. Don't worry, I've got her pretty deep under. Just comforting dark sleep. "Thank you." Sam said gratefully and switched off the light. He left the room and gently closed her door.

"Hey," Dean met him in the all. "How's she doing?"

"Asleep. She finished that tea Cas gave her and winked out not long after."

"Good, good," Dean nodded at the ground. With a sigh, he tilted sideways to lean against the wall, "Are we overwhelming her? Maybe we should stop."

"She's still gonna have questions Dean, tons of them, especially now," Sam mirrored his brother. "We can't take her hunting. The Men of Letters have not let up for a second and Lucifer is at the bottom of the ocean and -" he shook his head, "There isn't much we can do right now besides watch the show and wait for the other shoe to drop."

"Anything from your contact?"

"Nothing new. The Brits are here, probably waiting for us to come out in the open before taking shot."

"How long do you think we can hold up here? We still need stuff from the outside world."

"I know," Sam agreed. "We're doing fine on groceries and stuff for now."

"We can stay down here forever Sam, especially if we've got a fight with Lucifer coming at any moment."

"I know. We'll come up with something maybe -" a noise echoed down the corridor and Sam paused. "What is that?"

"I dunno," Dean looked in the direction of the sound. The brothers shared a look and together began walking towards it. They followed the noise around the corner right to Cas's bedroom door that was slightly ajar. The Winchesters peeked and saw Cas in a chair, reading. But more bizarrely the angel was humming, more like attempting to sing but with phonetic sounds only. Dean pushed the door and stepping in, "Cas? Buddy? What are you doing?"

"I've been working my way through the works of Tennyson," Cas replied holding up his book.

"What about your…um… singing?" Sam questioned.

"It's a song I was telling Dean about earlier today," Cas closed the book gently. "Parts of it anyway. It's like a ballad about holding on your love whilst you have it. I've been trying to remember it all day, I've got the melody well enough." Cas smiled a hummed the tune slowly. "But the words are just gone." He went back to humming.

That's a blast from the past. To Sam's surprise, the voice started doing it too, stronger, surer than Cas. Sounded quite pretty. "What are the words?" he barely breathed. It's not like you can tell him. That song is old, like pre-Lucifer falling old.

"I thought angels had like eidetic memory," Dean commented. "How come you forgot?"

"Angels have very long memories to be sure but they're not infallible. With time and circumstance, we forget, particularly when we're not actively trying to remember."

"So it's a bad memory?"

"Bittersweet," Cas sighed.

"Kinda like this show," said Dean. "Reliving all this… I'm proud of how far we've come and what we beat but damn it's been long road."

"Hasn't ended yet," Sam reminded quietly. "Lucifer will eventually get out and we'll have to face him and whatever crap he brings."

"Let's hope it's not for a long time," Dean replied.

*CU*

In Hell, Crowley strode down the corridor, a smirk playing his lips. He got to his throne around and made a quick glance around before unlocking a door labelled 'FACILITIES'. "And how are we doing today?" Crowley turned and grinned, the sight of Lucifer bound in chains giving him endless joy. "The boys think you're still at the bottom of the ocean. Thankfully, the world being what it is today, you can find anything online." Crowley waved a rock at him, a feather embedded in the surface. "The Satanists Society of America, 65.99 plus shipping and handling. I had a team of my best studying the Cage, recreating the material to make those chains and rebuilding your vessel to be your permanent home. You should be thanking me really."

Lucifer's jaw ticked, "Thanks? You could've sent me back to the cage, instead of this. Do you really think this is going to go well for you?"

"Probably not, very likely not," Crowley shrugged. "But whatever happens to me, will be nothing compared to you."

"I doubt that."

"You shouldn't."

A/N: Hey guys, yes I know I'm messing with the chronology but it is necessary for the plot and story I want to tell. Don't worry, our baby boy Jack will be along, just a little later than originally written. Hope you're all safe and well during these times. Until next time, ENJOY! R&R PLZ!