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    Lucifer:
    I frowned as I watched Shiloh's reaction, unsure if she was doing this to hurt December or if she was trying to avoid hurting December. Either way, her reaction was not a good sign, judging on how December reacted and I was forced to follow after her, shotting a backward glance at the crowd. I didn't say anything as Dec headed back to ou-I mean, her room.


    For now, I could only stand there with arms folded across my chest. I watched ehr inject herself with drugs by the looks of it and I scrunche dup my nose. Unfurling myself from the doorframe, I walked over to stand in front of December, brushing dark brown hair from her eyes. "Dec, I don't think that is a wise idea." While I wished to heal her, to suck the drug out, I decided to hold on for this long to see if she would cooprate and let me rather than just get mad.


    Besides, maybe I would be able to force her to sleep, as much as I hate knowing i could do that, and then pull the drug out. She wouldn't remember a thing and I would tell her she simply passed. The idea was a good one, until I remember my promise: I would never lie to her.


    And I wasn't going to start it. Even if it was for her own benefit. So, I stood there in front of her, watching with a calm experssion.

    December:
    I grinned hugely at Lucifer and sat up straight. And then I registered when he was saying. My shoulders slumped and I pouted, frowning at him in disagreement.


    "Ты издеваешься надо мной?" (Are you kidding me?) I asked, not even realizing I was speaking my native tongue. Although I should have known, because I always spoke Russian when I was high. "Это лучшая идея я имел в то время. Я не был в этом так расслабился...Последний раз я был высоко!" (This is the best idea I've had in a while. I haven't been this relaxed since...since the last time I was high!) I collapsed into a fit of giggles at that and leaned forward, resting my forehead on Lucifer's shoulder and smiling pleasantly to myself. I hummed happily and turned my head, pressing my forehead to his neck and hooking my fingers in his belt loops to tug him closer.


    "Мой ангел с гало осколков, вы будете разбиты со мной? Разве мы не можем претендовать на отлично, лишь на мгновение. Можем ли мы развалится красиво?" (My angel with a shattered halo, will you be broken with me? Can we not pretend to be fine, just for a moment. Can we fall apart beautifully?) I asked quietly.

    Lucifer:
    I let her pull me close. Perhaps I wanted that too; to admit I wasn't fine with anything. That I was uncomfortable amongst my brothers. And she was right--holding back wasn't a safe nor wise thing to do. However, I knew from the thousands of years I have watched Earth that doing this wasn't the right way to go. Gently, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her even closer. I began to lead her towards the bed before I managed to get her into my lap. Resting back against the headboard with Dec straddling my lap face forward, I sighed deeply and flicked my glaze up to meet hers.


    "Мы можем сделать это, моя королева. Что-нибудь для вас. Не с наркотиками, хотя. Если мы должны упасть красиво, мы будем делать это правильно. (We can do that, my Queen. Anything for you. Not with the drugs though. If we must fall beautifully, we shall do it properly.)"


    I stroked her hair for a moment before reaching over to grabher wrists. Without thinking really, I brought them to my lips, my gaze never leaving hers. I wanted permission to take the drug out....to drain it. I didn't want her to be mad at me. it was strange though how I was so desprete to keep her happy. Perhaps I knew she would be the one person to stand by me, despite everything I have done. The one being in this lonely world that I could trust.


    "Пожалуйста ... Могу ли я взять яд? (Please...Can I take the poison out?)"

    December:
    I raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. "I think he pulled it outta his *ss," I snarled, rolling my eyes and then closing them as I snuggled into my pillow. "Look, I basically want to light you on fire for convincing me to kill my buzz and I basically want to light myself on fire for letting you convince me to kill my buzz, so we're not on speaking terms for the rest of the night. I'm gonna sleep and you're gonna behave yourself on that side of the bed doing...whatever angels do in the middle of the night. I don't know."


    I huffed and rolled over onto my stomach, wrapping my arms around my pillow and keeping my eyes closed.

    Lucifer:
    “Be very careful what you suggest, darling,” I found myself purring as she turned her back on me. “You don’t know what we angels simply love to do in the middle of the night.” I left that to her own imagination even though I was totally bluffing. She was just making it so easy for herself. Instead, I leaned back against the headboard, crossing my arms over my chest, and closing my eyes. Tomorrow was going to be a long day; it was going to be an even longer few months. I just hoped that maybe during this time I can make things right again once more….
    OOC: Time Skip???

    December:
    "Gabe, so help me God, if you do not stop kicking my seat, I will take your life," I growled, gripping the wheel of the Impala tightly in both hands and glancing in the rear view mirror to scowl at the whining archangel.


    "But I'm borrrrreeeeed," he complained, slumping against his seat. "And besides, if you killed me you couldn't defeat Damon and then where would you be?"


    "I'm starting to think it's not worth it anymore," I ground out through gritted teeth, narrowing my eyes at the road. I glanced back in the mirror to assess the damage to the other car members.


    Micheal was sitting in the middle, back ramrod straight and as unfocused as he stared through the windshield with laser-sharp intensity. He was probably focusing on Adam or something, making sure he was okay. It had taken all my persuasive skills and some of Adam's to convince him to just come with us. Adam had been jumpy and skittish and sleeping a lot since he'd woken up. And eating everything in our home.


    Lucifer was sitting on Michael's other side, pressed as close to the window as he could get to put as much room between the two of them as possible. He was resolutely ignoring everyone in the car, including me which was weird for him, and staring out the window, bright blue eyes moving constantly as he watched the open landscape pass us in a blur.


    Shiloh was sitting in Sam's usual seat, looking worse for wear. Dark circles crouched beneath bloodshot eyes and the rest of her skin was atypically pale. Her hair was almost constantly tied up in a careless ponytail these days and too much exertion caused her to lose breath way too easily. She'd lost weight she couldn't afford to lose and there seemed to be a constant, thin sheen of sweat against her skin, like she were always hot. I was beginning to think that this wasn't just a cause of her worry and fear for Sam and the others anymore. Something else was going on, but I was reluctant to ask.


    We'd been on the road for two days now, collecting the hodgepodge of different, strange ingredients for the incantation that would supposedly bring Raphael back from the dead. They were spread out almost all across the country, sometimes ridiculously hard to obtain, and always weird but necessary. The whole time, I was struggling to figure out if Shi and I had resolved anything. I wasn't taking back the fact that the stunt she'd pulled was stupid as h*ll but I also had to admit that it had given us valuable information;


    The boys could be healed. We weren't doing all this in vain.


    Okay, so saving the world should have been incentive enough, but it was nice to know that we had a chance of getting our boys back at the end of all this. And so far, it was looking like the collateral damage at the end of all this was going to be pretty minimal. Lucifer wasn't half so bad as we'd all assumed he would be, Michael seemed more than okay with the idea of taking over Heaven, and we had to trust that he'd be able to deal with whatever Raphael's fallout entailed. Gabriel, right now, was the only thing I was worried about having to deal with at the end of this.


    Suddenly, the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stood on end and a shiver spilled down my spine. I straightened in my seat and glanced around nervously, biting my cheek and shifting uncomfortably. I glanced in the rear-view mirror to see all the archangel's were now alert and attentive, backs also straight as they frowned and searched for the problem as well. I opened my mouth to suggest maybe pulling over when there was a loud boom and the sudden feeling of being air born.


    My hip and shoulder jerked against the seat belt as a I snapped forward, my head jerking uncomfortably and my forehead smacking against the steering wheel. I cried out and threw my arms above my head to block the glass of the windshield shattering inwards, feeling my whole body being jostled as the car rolled and shook. Finally, there was another smash and the car lurched to an uneven stop, settling into place with creaking, pinging noises.


    I moaned and peeled my eyes open, gazing around me with bleary vision. Wet, hot liquid was trailing down the side of my face. Probably blood. I ignored that for the time being, searching for other damage. My wrist hurt like a b*tch, probably sprained or fractured. My ankle was definitely broken and I had a blaring headache. My neck was throbbing painfully and it hurt worse to twist it too much, but it wasn't anything I could work through. The seat belt had probably left bruises but I could work with that too.


    Okay, time to check everyone else. I reached out with hands shaking from adrenaline and unclicked my seat belt, groaning as I thumped down against the roof of the car. We'd landed upside down. Awesome. I glanced over to see Shiloh dangling from her seat, looking injured and disgruntled but not in immediate danger of dying. Her seat belt came undone and she thumped to the ceiling as well, followed closely by the perfectly fine archangels. I huffed my approval and then twisted, kicking at the door multiple times with my good foot until it popped open with a screech. I heard two more doors to the same.


    Moaning and grunting, I army crawled my way out of the car and into the grass where we'd landed, rolling onto my back and letting my body go limp. I panted and gasped for breath, closing my eyes against the blinding sunlight and trying to calm my racing heart. A moment later, I felt a touch to my temple and the pain all over my body disappeared. I opened my eyes to see Michael crouching over me, eyes scanning our surroundings warily.


    "Thanks," I grumbled, sitting up slowly just to make sure nothing else was hurting even though I knew it wasn't. I glanced around to see Lucifer scowling around us as well and Gabriel healing Shiloh who was leaned up against a tree and looking equally as wary. I pushed myself to my feet and pulled my gun from the holster at my thigh, wrapping my fingers around it and clicking the safety off. I gazed around me.


    "What the h*ll was that?" Gabriel asked. Before any of us could answer, there was the echo of low, throaty laughter. I raised my gun, whipping it around as I tried to identify the quite frankly creepy laughter. The car had rolled to a stop at the edge of the woods, but everything else around us was bare and open for miles. There was no one in sight. The laughter sounded again and there was a faint rustling sound. I whipped back towards the treeline just in time to see someone drop from a large oak tree.


    He had a tousle of messy black hair and wide, insanely bright blue eyes. He was bare chested with a pair of ratty, tore jeans hanging low on his hips but absolutely no shirt. His muscles were intense and defined, his skin a faintly tanned color. Pitch black wings spread away from his shoulder blades, puffed up largely and spread wide, probably to intimidate us. He moved with fluid grace, all purpose and crazed twitches. There was a wide grin spread across his chapped lips, razor sharp canines glinting in the sunlight.


    "Castiel?" I hissed, eyes wide in shock. He looked....insane. He laughed again but didn't otherwise respond. Another flicker of movement had me reluctantly drawing my eyes back to the treeline, a gasp hitching in my throat. Two figures clad in battered jeans and plaid were sauntering towards us, all relaxed nonchalance.


    "Hello, gang," Sam Winchester said, coming to an easy stop beside Castiel, smiling at us with an amused, murderous glint to his eyes. "It's so good to finally see you all again. We've missed you, haven't we, big brother?"

    Lucifer:
    I had to admit; this ride was far more interesting than anything that I had watched on any TV. Gabe was being a little sh*t, which wasn't anything surprising or new. Micheal was being a worried little schoolboy, which again wasn't anything new either. Really, I wanted to be up closer to Dec, mostly for the sake she looked like she needed something other than Shiloh's state to be a personal reminder and worry. When even Micheal tried to heal Shiloh (mind you, this was when she was asleep), he claimed that while the drug wasn't in her system anymore, he couldn't heal her.


    Leo was furious. I could see every time he hugged her now, he tried to heal. Shi just gave him a soft smile, not saying anything and tried reassuring him with another hug. But, she certainly wasn't okay. Leo told me in private that Shi has been throwing up blood daily due to the fact he knew the news would upset December greatly. And, I wouldn't let that happen. As for me, I haven't had a chance to talk to Shiloh, mostly due to the bond. I did try to heal her as well the night before and Micheal was right; drug was out of her system but whatever was in now certainly wasn't going away. However, the effects were very similar in another case and I struggled to remember where. In fact, this was on the tip of my tongue...


    It was that moment my angel instincts kicked in, warning me that something wasn't right. Next to me, my brothers were tensed while Dec became uneasy. However, Shi was looking over her shoulder at something behind us, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Then they widened and she whipped around, obviously trying to tell us something, but there was a loud explosion sound and we were flying through the age in a metal contraption.


    The wreck was overall uncomfortable, but not harmful to me or any of my brothers. Micheal landed in Gabe's lap and I had to hold back a snicker. I knew tat bot Dec and Shi had made it for obvious reasons; they were the first to crawl out. Micheal healed Dec for me; Gabe tried to heal Shi. Of course, her wreck wounds were fine; she still looked like sh*.


    Dec had her gun out and before I could answer Gabe's question, there was a deep, rather very creepy laugh that echoed around the woods. My muscles tensed and I stood firmly by Dec. I knew the other two angels had their wings out because I heard them snap back in horror upon seeing Castiel come out of f*ck*ng nowhere with this even more creepy-*ss grin on his face. Then, the boys showed up, looking just plain scary. Sam greeted us first, cool eyes briefly resting on me. He didn't show it, but I knew he was surprised to see me. However, Dean made it very clear how he felt about my appearance.


    "We have, though I'm kind of curious how you got mixed up in these soap opera, Satan." His green eyes flickered through everyone of us, looking rather confused at first. Turning my head, I realized Shi was no where to be seen.


    "Well you know me Dean. I usually am always at the base of things when conflict evolves around your trio." And that wasn't a complete lie. Dean smirked and there was a loud bang. I twisted my head around to see Shi had hopped onto the bottom (er, now top). Her shirt was covered in blood, though it was black and she glanced up, seeing that everyone had their attention on her. "What the h*ll are you covered in?" Shi didn't answer, gesturing to something on the ground. There was a dead demon and I narrowed my eyes. "When did this happen!?"


    Shi once again didn't answer, waving a dismissive hand at me. She was rummaging through her backpack, pulling out a bottled water and a large bottle of pills. Glancing up at us, she rolled her eyes. "Profen....I have a killing headache that won't go away. Don't mind me; keep going on with cowboy showdown. Imma take five."


    "You look like sh*t," Dean commented and Shi grinned.


    "Yo, thanks. I try my hardest." T


    "Do you remotely care about this situation?" I snapped and she rolled her eyes.


    "If they wanted us dead at this moment, they would have shot the car and blown it up. They had been tailing us for like five miles; they had a clear shot. I think we are good for now." Then, that was the end of Shi's attention for us. She removed her gaze from us and continued to what she was doing. I glowered at her for the longest moment, trying to figure out on in h*ll she was able to take down a demon in her state. Then again, demons weren't the smartest-I should know. And she had a point and suddenly I feared for Dec's life...because I knew exactly what Shiloh was hinting at.

    December:
    I glanced back at Shiloh and couldn't help but to smirk. That was the partner I'd had for two years before stumbling across the Winchesters. She may be sick, but she wasn't out of it enough to forget her snarky attitude. And this was why she and I almost always won our battles. We threw people off by being far less concerned by the situation than it called for, made them think we were cocky amateurs, and then blew there pants off when we showed them just how skilled we were.


    It generally worked well so why break it now. Even if I was a little concerned about the implications of what Shi had said. So I grinned and turned back to the Winchesters before me, raising an eyebrow.


    "Well, anyway," I said, training my gun on Dean's forehead. "What's up guys? Did you need something?" I asked cheerily. Castiel snarled and I shifted my gun to face him, narrowing my eyes as he nearly lunged forward. But, Dean's hand to his shoulder had him lurching to a reluctant stop.


    "Oh, we were just missing you so much, Dec. So we came to bring you home with us," he said, grinning broadly himself. I swung my gun around to train it at his head.


    "Listen, Sammy, I missed you too. Really, I did, but you see, I've got this mission I need to complete and that really doesn't work with my schedule."


    "Guess you'll just have to make the time, then."


    "No...no, I don't think I will," I mused and twisted my angle on the gun, firing. Sam cried out and jerked in surprise, clutching at his shoulder where a bullet was no lodged.

    Shiloh:
    Did I make a small sound when I heard Sam's sound of pain? Yes. I would admit that. I jumped forward, without thinking and next thing I knew, Leo had appeared out of no where and grabbed me around the waist. "Finish the spell," he hissed in my ear. I turned to face him, looking confused for a moment. Then I realized we did have the last ingredient-demon blood.


    Pushing away from Leo, I headed back towards the wreck, crawling into the Impala. I kept muttering how I was so sorry-how I would promise to fix her up, before I grabbed the remaining ingredients. Behind me, there was some kind of battle, but I blocked it out as I returned to my seat on the top of the Impala.


    "Shiloh! Not the best time!" I rolled my eyes as Lucifer's comment and shouted over my shoulder.


    "There won't be another time to do this if we die...which is a possibility by this point!" I heard him curse and I began to mix the ingredients, not paying any attention. Leo was trying to keep any oncoming demons away from me and I assumed that Cas, Dean, and Sam were distracted with December and the archangels. I was chanting Latin under my breath, trying to remain as quiet as possible. Doing the spell that only mentioned and recited, I had to force myself to calm down. FInally I pulled out the last ingrident: the three archangels' grace. Well, a sample. We decided that if something should happen, the spell should be at least avaiable for use to complete. So, I had a copy of the angels' grace in case they coudln't do they spell....


    By the looks of it, they were sorta busy. Dumping it into the little pot, there was another luod explosion, one that made me fall of the Impala. And poof, there was Rafael...looking so p*ssed off as we had all predicted. He was crounded, wings spread out and his eyes were on me. "Who are you?"


    Narrowing my eyes, I nodded to the demons behind me. "No one vaguley imporatn....just the person who rought you back from the dead. While this isn't the intial favor I need to ask you for, I need to you to help us with a demon problem." The angel glared at me, twisting his head around before turning back to me.


    "If I say no?"


    "Then, I will send you back to where ever you came from you little *ssh*l*," I snarled, getting to my feet. I felt lightheaded; unstabled. This was not good and I was getting worst. I had no idea what was wrong with me. All I knew was that I felt like I was one fire every moment of the day. Right now, it was at some sort of peak. "We have a common enemy now. You would destroy these demons even if we weren't here."


    Raphael looked up to see his brothers fighting and he tilted his head, almost curiously. With a gust of wind, he jumped off the car, knocking many demons off their feet. His eyes glowed electric blue and thus, the battle really started to begin.


    Lucifer:
    Fighting was difficult. I had to focus on the fight, but also stay close to Dec because of that stupid bond which was now very annoying. Micheal and Gabe did a good job keeping my back safe and next thing I knew, Raphael was blowing demons up like there was no tomorrow. Wow, Shi did it.


    Dean had lunged at Dec moments after she shot Sam. Leo also came down, luckily bringing some of Hannah's reinforcements. Cas was snarling at Dec as she punched Dean in the face and I lunged forward, standing in front of him. Animal-like growls came out of our throats as we circled each other. Behind me, December was trying to end off Dean.

    December:
    "Dean!" I shouted, trying to reach the man beneath the demon. I knew it wouldn't work but...well, I felt like I had to try. I leaped to the side as he shot the ground where I had once been standing. "Dean, please!" He snarled at me and reaimed. I cursed and ducked, tackling him to the ground, which was a lot easier in theory than in practice. We'd barely hit the ground before he was locking his thighs around me, twisting and rolling with me until he was on top. He pinned both of my wrists to the ground.


    "Dean, it's me! Dec! I'm your friend!" Dean laughed, a wicked grin on his face.


    "Sorry, Deano isn't at home right now. Can I take a message?" he teased. I narrowed my eyes at him, a growl rumbling in my throat.


    "Yeah. Eat sh*t and die," I snarled and then spit in his face. He jerked and let out an indignant noise, lifting a hand to wipe at his face. I jerked my knee up, slamming it into his crotch. He yelped and covered himself with both hands falling to the side. I rolled out from underneath him and leaped to my feet, circling around to draw myself closer to Lucifer so I wouldn't drag him away from Cas. Grunting and groaning, Dean slowly crawled to his feet and pulled his gun again.


    I let out a yell and roundhouse kicked the gun from his hands. Dean pulled a knife and I grinned. Bad move. I was wicked good with knives. I pulled my dagger from my boot and hit the ground, rolling forward to dodge the knife he'd thrown at me and then coming up to slash at his legs before leaping back again. Dean cursed and pulled another knife, diving at me. I raised my dagger in the air and our blades clanged together. Dean twisted to come out of the block and tried to disarm me in the same move. I dropped my dagger on purpose, catching it with my other hand and lashing out at him. He jumped back a step before he could manage it, but I brought my knife up and slashed at his arm.


    He hissed in pain and dropped his knife, clutching at the blood oozing down his arm. I grinned and stepped forward, flipping my blade around to use the hilt to knock Dean out. But, before I could do anything, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and I felt the cold press of a gun barrel against my temple.


    "Ah, ah, ah," Sam's voice tutted, cold and amused. I tensed, goosebumps crawling across my skin, and immediately went still in his arms. "Everyone," Sam called, a little louder this time. "Please be still and lower your weapons to the ground or I will blow a hole in her head." His voice was calm and controlled and almost a little bored. I shuddered and glanced around. Michael was leaning against a tree, panting and clutching a wound at his arm that was steadily bleeding grace. Gabriel had frozen, an angel blade in hand and his eyes settled on Sam, half outraged and half in pain.

    Shiloh:
    I was busy fighting a demon when Dec was fighitng Dean. My goal was to reach oher as she was out-numbered and out-matched, but this demon was having none of it. She grinned and her hand shot out. An invisble force shoved me back and Leo screamed my name as my head hit a tree. There was a snap and for a moment I thought that was my neck.


    It wasn't, though everythign around me was black until.....


    A roar behind me and the pain of needle-sharp claws rake across my back. I Screamed as I was thrown back, whipping around to see a man in a bloodied Doctor's coat. He was a ghost. I couldn't have been more than 8 years old. I whimpered in pain as I crawled away from the ghost when there was a shot.


    The doctor screamed and vaporized in front of me. In front of me was a younger Dean Winchester. He stared at me with wide eyes. Next to him, a 16 year old Sam raced over to me, kneeling by my side.


    "Hey, you okay?" I nodded in response, my lip trembling. Dean was looking around, loading another round of salt. Sam kept his eyes on me. "You alone?" Basically he asked if my parents were dead. I nodded, though that wasn't the case. I had no parents. Sam turned to Dean, who looked at him and then shook his head.


    "Oh no Sammy. Dad will not take her in."


    "Dean, she saved our lives! She knows how to fight these things and she is an orphan! We can't just leave her here," Sam argued.


    Dean groaned, "I know that Sam! Dad. Won't. Allow. It." He winced as a older man's voice could be heard from the outside of the house. I wanted to reach out and hug him. Instead, strong arms wrapped around me and I yelped as I was picked up by Sam.


    Sam whispered something soothing in my ear and I snuggled closer to him. Jones was going to kill me....


    That was when I was able to open my eyes. Everything felt groggy and disconnected. My vision was blurry and nothing made sense. All I knew was the fighting had stopped and I could hear Sam's voice. Groaning, I pushed myself up, using the tree for support. My head was pounding and spinning. I was surely bleeding where the tree connected to my head. When my vision cleared, I found out why everyone had stopped.


    Dec was being held by Sam. Luci looked furious, Cas blocking him from reaching Dec. Gabe was staring at Sam and I couldn't help but wince at the look. Raphael was still, weapon in hand though. He looked fierce and slightly annoyed. Leo had no weapon. When he saw me stand, relief appeared on his face. Micheal was closest to me and seeing the wound, a small sound rumbled in my throat. He was hurt...what if he died? Adam...


    Then, my eyes landed on December. I shook my head. No. Nononononononono....Even though I didn't have a weapon, I lunged forward. Dec couldn't-Lucifer grabbed me before i got far and I struggled against him. "No!! I shouted, angrily staring at Sam. Cas growled at us and I snapped my attention to him. "Choke on it Castiel," I spat at him.


    "Shi, its okay," Luci mumbled in my hear. "It's okay...She will be okay." How could he say that. I felt something heavy being slipped in my pocket. "Shiloh, pay attention," he whispered in such a low voice I barely heard it. "What it is in your pocket is something Damien wants. You can't let them get you."


    I had stopped moving, however I was glaring at the Winchester brothers.

    December:
    Sam chuckled above my head and I snarled, jerking hard against his grip. Sam only tightened it and pressed the barrel of the gun harder to my temple. I thought about clawing his hand but realized that probably wasn't my safest bet. I huffed in irritation and continued shuffling irritably.


    "Now, listen carefully. Dec and I are gonna walk backwards, nice and slow, and disappear into the woods. Cas and Dean are going to follow us and watch you all closely, just to be sure you don't try anything funny. And you don't want to try anything funny. Because I'll paint the ground in December's blood. Understood?" I snorted, slumping back against Sam.


    "That's not going to work," I warned him. Sam tensed, seeming displeased.


    "And why is that?" he growled.


    "Because Lucifer and I are bonded. He can't be further than five feet away from me." Sam was quiet for a long moment.


    "Well...that explains why you were so close to each other during the fighting. But to be bound means he can't use his powers, not without your permission. And something tells me he hasn't been using his powers for a reason. A reason you won't jeopardize. Am I right?" I stilled immediately, eyes finally flickering to Lucifer. I closed my eyes and took a deep, slow breath. I thought of his wings, of the desolate expression on his face when he thought he'd lost them for good. I thought of how much he missed them, craved to use them. I thought of the stories I'd read, stories of angels going crazy after too long without their wings. If Cas hadn't gotten his grace back, he would have been on that path, to insanity. I wondered if Dean had ever known that, if he'd ever been told.


    I opened my eyes and steeled myself for what I was about to do.


    "Fine," I snapped through gritted teeth. "Lucifer, Shi...I'm sorry. Fix Michael and come get me," I told them, shifting my eyes to Shiloh. Sam laughed.


    "Or, you know, don't," he said evenly and then began to walk me backwards, gun still pressed firmly against my temple. Lucifer followed reluctantly and Cas walked backwards with us, snarling at the people who were too close, his gaze constantly flickering over to Dean with a spark of concern. It made my chest hurt, to see those little flashes of our Cas.

    Shiloh:
    Lucifer grunted as he was forced forward and he shoved me aside so that I wouldn't get dragged too. I stumbled but caught myself as I spun to face them. Millions of didn't ideas ran through my head; all ended in December dying. Sam was not bluffing and he would kill her.


    Something started to burn myself and I hissed in pain, reaching into my pocket. Lucifer shouted a warning to me, but it was too late. I pulled whatever he had placed in my pocket because it was hurting too much. It was so hot, my hand refused to let go for some reason. There was a flash and in my hands was a f*ck*ng sword. Demons hissed and angels wings flared, feathers puffed up. My eyes widened and I looked over at Lucifer.


    His eyes were wide and he shook his head. "That's not possible...That isn't suppose to do that....Shiloh, that's not suppose to happen." I desperately looked at December and Dean raised his gun. Leo shouted a warning, but I took off, a fire shot at me.


    I found Baby alright. I didn't bother asking who fixed her up or how someone did this within seconds. Instead, I ranched the door open and hopped it, locking the doors and starting the Impala. It roared to life and I messed with the gears before slamming on the gas. Demons charged and angels started to disappear around me. So, it was safe for me to go. The sword was close by my side, feeling....right.


    I backed up onto the road, tires skidding loudly. Shifting from reverse, I raced away. My hands clamped on the wheel and I was in the middle of a panic attack. Hot tears streamed down my face as I breated heavily. Shots were fired and one of the bullets shattered the window in the back, however I wasn't harmed. Soon, the fires stopped and I was in a small town.


    But I didn't slow. I needed to get back to the bunker. Not to mention the Impala was too noticeable. If they really wanted me dead, then they would follow. Something told me that they got what they wanted them. And I hoped my getaway spared Dec. Guilt clawed and ripped at my chest. I left my friend behind.


    Vision pulsed red and tears stopped. My hands clenched the wheel harder, knuckles turning white. I was well pass the speed limit, but no one dared stopped me. They may be the Winchesters and I may care for them. But I swear that I will bring wrath upon all of them if December was hurt in anyway.



    Lucifer:
    I watched Shi get away, demons growling and snarling. Dean raced after the car in attempt to stop Shi from getting away. I smirked as I glanced at Cas, who clearly wanted to follow Dean, but knew that he had to watch me as well.


    My gaze flickered to Sam and I narrowed my eyes as he held Dec close to him. He regarded me with a cold look and I turned my head just as Dean came storming back, looking thoroughly p*ssed. My brothers were gone, much to my relief. However, I was forced to remain....which wasn't so bad. I could stay with December and keep an eye on her.


    Dean glared at me and I chuckled. "You boys really screwed up this time...Damien won't be pleased."


    A dark look passed over Dean's face as he slowed to a stop next to Cas. "Enlighten me then, Devil. What the h*ll was that?"


    "Archangel Blade," I answered simply. "Each archangel has one. Why do you think we are the only way to kill Damien? Only we seemed to be able to weild the sword." Dean growled, looking back at his brother. "He will be very p*ssed you let her get away with that."


    Dean stormed towards me, but Cas shot his arm out, preventing Dean from getting any closer. I just crossed my arms over my chest. "I will just beat you to a pulp again, boy."


    "Dodirnite moj drug i ja ću potegnuti krila, Sotona, (Touch my mate and I shall rip your wings, Satan)" Castiel hissed, his black wings puffing out and stretching threateningly at me. He shoved Dean back. I calmly looked at my younger brother.


    "Ne želim donijeti štetu vašeg partnera , Castiel . Međutim , to je vas koji prijeti moje svjetlo, (I do not wish to bring harm to your mate, Castiel. However, it is you who threatens my light.)" I regarded him coolly. The words slipped from my mouth. However, I didn't let the mistake show on my face, keeping my gaze firmly on December. My queen. My light. I couldn't lose her.



    Dean:
    I wasn't sure if this was a great mission. We were sent to fetch December and kill the others. However, we didn't kill the others, turns out that Lucifer has to come with us and there was no way we could transport an archangel back to headquarters safely, Shi got away with apparently something super valuable, and I still did have my car.


    True, I was dark now and little things like that never bothered me. However, I was Dean Winchester-a lover of pies and of my Baby. I was super ticked about blowing it up in the first place however Sam told me to get over it. Cas assured me he would fix it. Or, that I would have time to fix it when this was all over. Now, Sam was moving back with Dec while Lucifer was forced to follow. However, Cas was no doubt threatening him. They were speaking Enochian, much to my annoyance and shot Sam a look.


    "Move out," I shouted to the demons, which I found to hate still. I hated a lot of things though. Demons were more mindless than I thought. "I need a drink." I muttered as passed Sam and Dec so that I could help make sure December didn't escape in the van hidden in the trees.

    December:
    My heart was pounding ridiculously fast as my gaze flickered back and forth between Cas and Lucifer. Clearly, they were threatening each other. My heart stuttered over several beats and I jerked again against Sam, even though I knew he would be able to tell that I wasn't really attempting to escape. Just moving with my increasing panic.


    "I think now is probably a great time to mention that if you kill Lucifer, I die too," I announced. I couldn't remember if I'd mentioned that detail when explaining how the binding worked to the others, but my bet was on no, because there was no way Shi would have ever allowed it if she knew. I wondered if Lucifer knew...well, whatever. I didn't want them hurting him and it seemed like they needed me alive, so it was my best bet.


    Sam hummed thoughtfully above me.


    "You know," he mused. "I wasn't really expecting emotions to be such at play here. But, clearly, they are. Now you, December, I can understand you falling for the Devil. You're the type to be drawn to the people you think you can fix. But you, Lucifer, I expected a lot more...resistance from you.


    Well, anyway, you've got what you wanted, December. We won't be killing him. At least, not until we can figure out how to break the bond." My heart rate spiked again and I thrashed in Sam's grip, Russian spilling from my tongue.


    "Вы можете попробовать все, что хотите, мудак, но связь может быть нарушена только охотно тем, кто его создал! Так-ха!" (You can try all you want, asshole, but the bond can only be broken willingly by the one who created it! So ha!) I snarled. Sam sighed and clicked the safety off of his gun. I froze immediately, panting.


    "December, honestly," Sam drawled. "Speak English. You're being impolite." I snorted and ignored him, shifting my gaze to Castiel.


    "Cas, что бы вы сделали, если бы это было Dean в этом положении? Разве вы не сделать все, что в ваших силах, чтобы спасти его? Позвольте мне сохранить Люцифера. Пожалуйста, я прошу вас." (Cas, what would you do if it were Dean in this position? Would you not do everything in your power to save him? Let me save Lucifer. Please, I am begging you.) Cas' eyes flickered from Lucifer to me and his brow knit together.


    "Ako sam vam pomoći, onda sam povrijedio Dean." (If I help you, then I hurt Dean.) I cursed under my breath and looked to Lucifer, eyes wild and desperate. Lucifer shook his head slightly. Cas had refused. I snarled and spit at Cas' feet, making him hiss in outrage and his eyes flash white-blue.


    "F*ck you. F*ck all of you," I snapped.


    "Dec, calm down and stop making this harder on yourself," Sam snapped back, jerking me to make a point. I huffed but acquiesced, if only to make sure they didn't hurt Lucifer as punishment.

    Lucifer:
    Castiel looked conflicted and Dec looked hopeless. All of this was more painful than I think anyone could really imagine. Especially for me. I do not like to fight my brothers. I hated it more than humans themselves. I found that seeing Dec so angry and hopeless also was just as painful. Cas' eyes flashed white and a low growl rumbled in my throat. All heads snapped towards me and I crouched, narrowing my eyes menacingly.


    "Enough, Castiel," I barked, my voice strong. I was alpha; an archangel. Castiel immediately straighten up, mostly because of million upon millions of years of brainwashing. He was supposed to listen. As he did, Cas realized what had happened and he wings puffed out with anger. I smirked at him. "I see you are nothing more than a good solider Cas. Still a mindless solder that hopes Daddy will get off his lazy throne and actually help-"


    Before I could finish, Castiel lunged at me and we both went onto the ground. Was there still much resentment between me and God. Oh yes. Remember, he had been the one to thrown me in the Cage. For a moment, I was Lucifer. The moment I had said the words, I wished to take them back. I had hurt Castiel, even in his dark form. Cas was a lot strong than I had though. Not to mention, he could use his powers. I couldn't.


    Castiel threw a few good punches before Dean barked at him to get off. Cas did it without hesitation, returning to Dean's side. It was clear the words still burned Cas as his eyes looked...redder? Had he been crying. I picked myself up, brushing the dust off me as if nothing was wrong. My shirt was wet. Had he stabbed me? No...I was good...I realized they were tears. Cas had been crying.


    I felt as if God himself punched me smack in the middle of the chest. I couldn't even bring myself to look at Dec or Sam as I walked forward and into the van, unsure what the h*ll was going to happen to me and my light.



    About three hours later....


    Shiloh:
    I sat there in the bunker, staring at the sword Lucifer had given me moments before my getaway. Around me, everyone else sat in silence. A cup of tea sat untouched by me. Everyone got back alright,. Micheal was fine; currently he was leaning against Adman, who was stroking his hair gently. Missouri and Charlie sat on either side of me with Gabe in front of me. Zar and Kevin sat by Charlie and Leo was by Missouri. Raphael stood, leaning against the wall, his dark eyes like a hawk. Bobby was sitting a few seats down, messing with the computer. Crowley was sitting by Gabe as well.


    No one dared comfort me, knowing I didn't want that. By the time I had reached the bunker. everyone knew what had happened. No one touched me. No one spoke. Missouri gave me tea, though didn't force me to rink it. The event replayed in my head as I stared at the sword. That f*ck*ng sword. The stupid metal thing that cost me my friend.


    With an angry scream, I jumped up, my chair toppling over. Grabbing the sword, I chuckled as far as it could go away from me. Metal hit the floor, making a loud clattering sound. Bracing myself against the table, I hung my head.


    Once again, no one, not even Leo, attempted to comfort me. There was a long moment of silence before I heard fingers snap. Looking up, I found Crowley holding out a shot of whiskey, looking at me expectantly. Swallowing hard, I nodded, taking the drink from him. I new better than to drink my worries. But, no one could deny that right now, I needed it.


    "Hey guys...I think it's best if you take a look at this," Bobby said gravelly as he came over, placing the laptop in front of me. It was a broadcast on the CNN news. The Winchesters and another man, assuming Damien where there.....


    My heart stopped as I watched Sam and Dean both shot the president. Behind me, the girls gasped in horror and everyone stood there. Damien only grinned and I found my vision pulsing red. That is the man who took everyone I cared about from me. He made a speech, how he was the new leader of America and things would be different. We didn't listen to the details as I slammed the computer down. No one said anything because nothing could be said. Damien was now leader of a nation.


    "Well," Crowley responded slowly. "I think we all need a drink." With another snap, a shot of whiskey appeared for everyone with a body in the middle of the table. I refilled mine while everyone, even Raphael grabbed one. We took the shot at the same time.


    Unable to hang around, I stormed away, heading into my room. I was throwing on clothes, unsure what the h*ll I was doing. I stood there at the bathroom mirror for a moment, taking deep breath. I stared at my throat, any and all marks Sam left on me completely gone. I found that disturbing and just wrong...I was unclaimed and that wasn't okay. It only took a few minutes and I was out the door, Leo calling out to me. I heard some voices assuring him to let me go.


    I needed some air. I didn't want anyone hurt because of me right now. I took a random car I found in the garage, knowing the Impala was unsafe. And I drove into town. Already, there was panic in the streets as people were trying to move out of town. I ignored them, parking the car in front of a bar and stepping inside.


    Few people were in there, but all were staring at the TV as the president's death replayed. Like the people, I ignored them and nodded to the bartender. He walked over and I ordered for his strongest vodka. He nodded and filled my shot.


    "Tough night, huh? I'm assuming its not because of the collapse of our beloved country," he said and I smirked, drinking the clear liquid straight and wincing.


    "Yea, you could say that, Right now, I kind of wanna pass out and forget about it," I mumbled and he nodded once.


    The next few hours were kind of a blur. I think I started to laugh and smile after the vodka began to set in. And, I was flirting wit a guy. All I knew was that one moment I was sitting at the bar and then the next I was in some house with a guy massaging my shoulder. I knew I only had one drink and I knew that was about to have sex, but I didn't care. I just wanted to feel better again. It was at that moment, the guy pulled my hair side, lips on my throat.


    And something snapped. What the f*ck was I doing? Sam could only do that. I was his girlfriend. I shouldn't even be-I jumped up and headed for the door. The guy was calling out to me, but I ignored him as I flung the door open and I hopped down the steps. I ignored his shouts and insults as I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket, breathing heavily.


    Now, there was nothing more I wanted to do than just leave. I wanted to get back to the bunker and just lay in Sam's bed and die.


    Suddenly, my pace slowed as I noticed a figure sitting on top of a car. Goosebumps appeared on my skin and everything felt light-headed and dizzy. I knew who that was. Oh gods, what the f*ck was he doing here?


    For a moment, I thought about turning around. But, I would face the other guy. Maybe he didn't know I was here. Maybe I could ignore him and just walk by. And that was what I did. I kept my face straight as I drew closer, avoiding any eye contact. Why I didn't pray for Leo, I wasn't sure. Maybe because I was afraid that it was a trap. Maybe because I didn't want Sam to hurt anyone. Or maybe I just didn't want help. I couldn't really be sure.


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    Sam:
    "Cut the crap, Shiloh," I called boredly, reassembling my gun and sliding off the car. I tucked it back into my pants and folded my arms, leaning back against the car and smirking at her. "I don't really have the time to wait around while you pretend you don't know I'm here."


    I watched, smirking, as she slowed to a stop, tension in the lines of her shoulder as she gradually turned to face me, her expression apprehensive. There was no flutter of wings indicating that she'd called on an angel for help and my smirk widened in response to that.


    "Don't worry," I assured her, even though I knew she'd worry no matter what I said. "I'm not here to kill you. I don't have the time for that and, well, you're a little low on the kill order without that precious sword Lucifer gave you. I'm just here because I think you've forgotten something." I waited for her to ask because, after all, that was all the fun of the game.


    December:
    I can't tell you how conflicting the ride back to Damon's base was. On the one hand, I want to cheer Lucifer on because I was pissed as all h*ll about the entire situation. I hate to feel helpless. I hate people who try to make feel helpless. I have stabbed a dude in the f*cking shoulder for less than this. But, on the other hand, I wanted to scream at him and hit him because Cas didn't deserve that pain. He didn't know what he was doing. But, then again, I wanted to comfort Lucifer, because I could see how horrified with himself he was about the situation. And I wanted to scream and hit Cas for hurting him.


    It was an endless cycle and it was making my head hurt.


    Sam was sitting between the two of us in the back seat with Dean driving and Cas sitting next to him up front. They were holding hands and it was cute but also weird because they weren't themselves and just...bad guys weren't supposed to be cute. I wanted to reach out and touch Lucifer, to comfort him, but every time I tried, Sam made a disapproving noise and smirked at me, waggling his gun. I glowered and huffed, crossing my arms and turning away.


    When they forced us out of the car, Lucifer caught my hand for half a second before we were wrenched apart again. I let out a noise of outraged and stumbled reluctantly down the hall of the building they'd guided us inside of. After a bunch of turns and descending several sets of stairs, we emerged into what was clearly a dungeon. They forced me inside one and then Lucifer into the one directly beside us. The tugging in my gut only subsided when both Lucifer and I were sitting against the same wall.


    It was annoying. I was going to go f*cking nuts in here.

    Shiloh:
    Don't stop Shiloh. Just keep walking. Of course, I never listen to myself or anyone for that matter. So, I did stop and turn to face him. I stood there, hands in pocket as he started chattering away at words I barely understood. There was a moment of silence as we stared at each other. e was smirking; I was emotionless by this point.


    For the first time since he turned Dark, we were alone and acknowledging our presence. I kind of thought he had forgotten me. I ignored the swell of hope in my heart as I huffed loudly, watching my breath appear in the air before fading off into nothing.


    "Sam," I said finally after I found my voice. I was relieved it didn't crack; it was calm and leveled. Maybe a bit cold. "You got what you wanted. You have Dec and Lucifer, president is murdered, and Damien has control of the world's laziest country. Congrats. That was a fun game. I'm not in the mood for you or your dark crap right now. So, whatever you have to say, you can take that and your gun and stick it up your *ss."


    With that, I turned and began to walk away. In my pocket, I gripped my pocket knife. It was small, however it would cause enough damage if I slashed the right places for me to get away.



    Dean:
    I laid back in the leather chair, hands wrapped around a cold beer. Before me, there was a group of TV screens, all showing camera POVs. My eyes were currently focused on two of them. Glancing at the time in the corner of the screen, I found that was nearly midnight. It would be about time for me to report to Damon about our new guests. However, knowing December, it was best to keep the closet eye out for the next 48 hours.

    Her image showed up on the first screen. She was sitting against one of the walls with her knees tucked close to her chest. She wasn’t crying or freaking out. To be honest, I think she was just tired since she had put up quite a fight hours before. I took a sip of my beer, watching her lean back against the wall and close her eyes. It was very clear she was thinking and worrying at the same time. No one could hide that, not even someone as good as Dec.

    However, what was on the second screen was far more interesting. We had found out that Dec was bound to Lucifer with some sort of spell that Cas couldn’t even figure out. So, when we brought Dec, Lucifer tagged along. The main trouble was trying to put them in a cell. Placing them in the same cell was out of the question as extra measures needed to be added for Lucifer’s containment. We didn’t want Dec interfering. However, Lucifer kept getting dragged along if he pulled Dec any further than two cells. The solution: place them side by side. It wasn’t the best idea, but once Damon was aware, then we could fix the situation.

    Lucifer was pacing back and forth. He couldn’t go to the other side of the cell as his feet would just stop. I watched him scowl at them with annoyance before pacing back up the way he came. What I found fascinating was he actually looked worried. His pale blue eyes kept darting between Dec’s cell and the end of the hallway. It looked like he was scared someone would come down and take Dec from him. Even though I couldn’t see his wings, I imagined they were folding out and in nervously. Each time he approached Dec’s wall, he pushed up against it, as if it would break.

    I just chuckled, bringing the beer up for another sip. My, my. Was the Devil in love? The thought made me laughed out loud and I shook my head.



    Lucifer:
    I didn’t understand why I was feeling this way. I couldn’t’ stop moving and I couldn’t stop thinking. For the first time since being released from the Cage, I was actually concerned about the bond between myself and December. I growled in frustration when my feet refused to go any further and I stormed back towards the wall, pressing against it to let out angry energy before repeating the pattern.

    What confused me the most was perhaps the feeling of dread and anxiety. However, none of these were even mine: they were Dec’s. The bond was also very emotional as I could tell her emotions; she could tell mine. Hers were leaking into me-no, flooding. The source of them was a mystery. Why did she feel this way? Humans were complicated, more so than I will ever admit. To who was the dread aimed at?

    I pondered about humans for a quick second. It was possible she was scared for herself and her own safety. Knowing Dec though, I knew that wasn’t the case. Was it perhaps the other angels and Bobby and Missouri? No-they were safe. True, they were worried sick about the disappearance of December and Shiloh and probably thought it was my fault somehow, but at least they were safe.

    The thought of Shiloh made realization dawn over me. She was worried about Shiloh. It made sense. Shi wasn't doing so well. I could only imagine what she was doing now. And, I knew Sam was going to do pay her a visit. I saw that in his mind. Of course, I didn't mention this to Dec, only because it would worry and freak her out more. I found myself sympathizing with her and I looked down, hands balled into fists. I was angry, frustrated, and scared. Angry that I was here. Frustrated that I was bound to a stupid human. Scared that I was in love.

    The last bit stopped me and I blinked at the wall ahead of me. Love….I found it both a weakness and a strength. It was the love of the brothers that was Sam’s downfall, but it was that same love that saved Dean and put me back into the Cage. Love was an emotion not to be underestimated. I had a millions reasons to hate it though. It was my father’s love that created humans. It was my love for my father that sent me down into Hell. Since then, the thought of love was worth me throwing up. I glanced over my shoulder at the wall I knew Dec was leaning against. I walked over and sat down against the wall. Laying my hands behind my head, I just laid there in silence, trying to send reassurance through our bond.

    Sam:
    I growled in annoyance and reached out as fast as lightning, grabbing Shiloh by her upper arm and slamming her back against the car. I pinned her there with a hand on either side of her head and glowered down at her.


    "No, see, that's not how it goes. I tell you you're forgetting something and you ask 'what have I forgotten, Sam?' So, ask me. Ask what you've forgotten," I ordered, pressing closer against her and letting my lips curl upwards into another smirk.


    December:
    One moment, I’m leaned up against the cage, trying not to panic because I don’t know where Shiloh is and I don’t know what they’re planning for Lucifer or Bobby or Missouri; and the next I was feeling pulses of reassurance washing over me like a wave. But it wasn’t my own reassurance and I gasped, sitting up straighter from my place against the cage. I studied the feelings of reassurance warily, as though it might implode into something more like pain if I wasn’t careful.


    Hurriedly, I scrambled to my feet and rushed over to the barred cage door. I curled my fingers around the cool, black metal and stuck my face out as far as it would go.


    “Lucifer?” I hissed, barely above a whisper. There was a slight pause and then a voice answered, much closer than I would have assumed.


    “I am here,” Lucifer murmured. I gaped.


    “Are you....are you talking to me through the bond?” I demanded. Another pause.


    “In a manor of speaking....” I could tell by the tone of his voice that he didn’t want to talk about it, which made me want to talk about it that much more.


    “What do you mean ‘in a manor of speaking?’” I questioned, narrowing my eyes suspiciously even though he couldn’t see me. I heard a heavy sigh. It was such a familiar sound - the sound of disdain for all humanity - that I found myself relaxing in response to it