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BBI: [Fanfiction]Lucifer Rising -Capitolo quarto

Title: Lucifer Rising
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC17 Pairing
(s) : Wincest; CastielxDean
Warning (s) : slash, incest and sex with full-anyone who believes that he could not bear to read-please do not, initially one-shot (and remains so for me) but divided into several chapters, never to collapse on the keyboard.
Word count: 41. 998 * runs away to avoid being lynched *
Summary: Lucifer is risen, the Apocalypse has already begun. Between trips to the edge of the faithful Impala, Angels, demons, ghosts of the past, many problems and the severe crisis Winchester will try to put things in place, with a little help. Will Sam and Dean to solve their problems? And most importantly, be able to win it in the final battle?

Fanart : here and here of vahly .

Notes: written before you even see or even imagine the fifth season, any similarities are definitely not wanted and if you find that you know, watching the weekly episodes, I was a little upset too. I think that will end up as Kripke, every now and then.
The title is taken from the last episode of the fourth set, then why is not mine.
Thanks: my wonderful beta, faithina and p_will , for the immense work they have done and for the support-and for not killing me a shovel, of course. You are the best \u0026lt;33
Also thanks to vahly for the beautiful fanart, and for appreciating the story \u0026lt;3
Enjoy!

Chapter 4

The smell of rain in the air fills the nostrils, fills your lungs as you inhale the strong and the gray of the sky is reflected in her eyes off that green fade even more opaque, the sun seems to hide and not to find more.
Dean remains motionless on the porch of the motel to set the sky that seems to understand it, the sky seems to be sad for him, and he does not want to stop.
not want to move, to move a single muscle, or to speak. He just wants to go back, go back to the days when he and Sam were really united, going back to the normal hunting.
He also wants Sam to get back with him, but that is a desire to even try to hide himself.
not want to think about it, would not want to think about his or his brother have gone without saying anything like a coward, would not like to think that emptiness inside that door that day and that seems to devour it slowly.
but would not do it, and curses for this; you think about it because he curses will not solve anything, will not bring Sam to him, will not disappear that dull ache in the middle of the chest, never.
Would you just forget. Would like to take all that pain dick, put it in a box and locked up somewhere.
A box full of sadness, the hopes are broken every day, a box full of his stupid illusions to review Sam, a box that can lock up the memories, good and bad.
that includes all the pictures of him and Sam at the time trapped in his mind, which retains all the love and devotion, and feeling, and fears, and every single little thing they spent together and helped to make them what they are today.
A box big, huge, that it can keep all the passed along to the emotions that are devastating, it can collect and keep him away Sam.
-You can never put it away, Dean-
She turns, slowly. He knows that voice, he knows so well that it is hard to believe to be able to repeat.
-Great, now well-visions drunk says, sarcastically, attaching the neck of the bottle of whiskey and throwing down a long drink.
-not for the hangover, Dean-
Another sip can not hurt. Drunk to drunk, you better get it right. And a good weight, too. -You must believe me-

Dean at this point, does not understand anything. Throws a shot that goes in the bottle shattering against the ground and his eyes are reduced to angry slits.
-Whoever you are, or want to see you leave before you return any fuck in hell! -
The other laughs, amused.
-Ah, no. I have pulled away from that place, I'm not going to come back, he says, raising a corner of his mouth into a smile, half bitter, half relieved.
-Listen, dickhead, I told you-
-Do not talk like that, the boy- his thundering voice becomes serious. -Do not you dare disrespect. Remember that you're talking to your father-
Dean, after a moment of stunned silence, seems to recover and bursts into laughter.
-Lucifer? It is you, is not it, ugly son of a bitch? - Says, laughing again. -Your tricks will not work with me, I will not rub-
When it hits him smack in the face feels like Dean stunned. It brings a hand to his cheek and touching the skin red and tingling in disbelief. One of those blows that he used to peck the first year, it seems the same. The hand looks the same, every call, every wrinkle, every little crease. But it can not be true, come on, is seriously impossible.
-Have you pulled out, they did with me-
Dean looks at him. Those eyes, her face so familiar, that hair, even my clothes, every mark on his face seems to be the same, the same is her voice. Really perfect imitation, no doubt about it.
-Dean, it's me, "said John, slowly, looking him straight in the eye. -I am really, believe me-
When Dean's pours the bottle of holy water that always brings back nothing happens. No pain, no screams, nothing.
silver, silver is used.
-You can stab me if you want, but will not help, says John coming up to him.
-You're not my father, my father died, my father rots in hell and the mess of non-
-I'm back, Dean-John's voice is sweet and sad at the same time. -I am the same father who has put a gun in his hand when he was only eight years. Have the same father who left you in that motel to take care of your brother, for days and days. Have the same father who taught you to hunt, you took care of the wounds that made you become who you are just to make sure that you knew to defend yourself. I-am-
Then prove it, Dean said in a hard voice, taking a step back.
John sighs softly. -After entering into that room that night , I've beaten till you pass out and I was away for days. When I came back we had a fight, we came to blows. I'm the one scar on his left side. It was my fault that Sam is gone, my fault and my rejection of my volervi not accept despite everything-
A small tear drops fast in the face of John while he does nothing to drive it away. It's okay to chase away the remorse, regrets, the pain. He knows that it deserves, you know you deserve even worse for having turned his back to her children.
-Dad ...? - Dean's voice trembles as pictures of the night that come to mind, sharp. He and Sam on the bed of seedy motels, their moans, their bodies naked and sweaty and panting. The door opened, light entering the shock on the face of his father.
The screams, the attempted explanations, apologies, hands on, the beatings, the bruises. The door slammed, the Impala set in motion, the wheels scraped the asphalt. The darkness that was advancing inexorably, to swallow it completely.
The awakening, the pain in every corner of the body, Sam.
Fear, being the arms of Sam, skin against skin. Eye to eye, whispered the words, the comfort that they could not carry. The tremor, cold, cold soul, the feeling of being completely wrong , the desire to no longer feel anything .
pain.
John nods, slowly, and finally does the right thing, he opens his arms to her son that it is not wrong, then that child is simply son, who is always loved, which must be protected even with their lives.
Dean let his father's arms wrap so familiar with the smell and never disappeared. Let the tears flow, let the pain take shape and come out finally out, let it flow freely and not fear retention. Let the weight bearing on his shoulders to move even a little 'over those of John so little to alleviate it.
John hugs him and says nothing, hugs him and cries, hugs him and slowly starts to really live.
-I am here, Dean, I'm here, then murmured, kissing his head as he did when he was just a child. As he stopped doing too soon without realizing what it meant.
-It's my fault, it's just my fault that he's gone ... - Dean mumbles against his shoulder.
-Shush ... not your fault, son, you got to do-not-
I feel like dying without him, Dean's voice lowers to a whisper become inaudible. -I am nothing without him-John holds
lips and says nothing. Try to rein in the tears, keep them hidden behind his eyes even though it's hard, tries to stop his heart to bleed even though she knows she can do it. The pain of his son is his, would do anything to stop him suffer, if only he could he would do, but there's nothing he can say or do to remove that burden from the heart of Dean. Dean remains
some other time embraced him, looking for comfort, looking for love, looking for help. Then comes together, wipes his face with the sleeve of his shirt and takes a deep breath. Raise your head, proud and fierce as ever state, and looks at him with those eyes too hard for a young man like him.
-What happened? - Asks. John sighs.
-I pulled out-he says softly. -I do not know who was doing it, even if I have a vague idea ... nothing to worry about when you should-
his son's face reflects all the questions that fill her head, but Dean is silent and nods, as has always done. You have to find
-Sam-John says, softly, knowing what pain those words to be able to feed. But must say, it should do, is the only solution.
-I do not know where he is. He made his tracks, I can not find his phone, I can not find whether he rented a room in a motel fuck, I can not find nothing at all! -
-Dean, calm down, stop the John steady voice. -I will try it too. We will put this country upside down, if necessary, but I swear I'll find him-

-Nothing-But-"but." I told you that we will find it and do it-John's sweetly rests a hand on his shoulder. -I'll be back soon, I promise-
Dean is going to argue, no doubt with a huge NO, but John stops him with a single gesture of the head.
-Continue to look for-Dean says. -Continue and never stop. I'll be back, I swear on the I hold most dear-dad-

-But-I know someone who could help me, but it could take time-
-Well, I'm with you
-determination in the face of Dean is strong and for a moment, John is left overwhelmed by the pride he feels for his son. He has the determination of his mother, the very same desire not to let it go. He
his stubbornness, his head lasts longer than that of a mule. He has a passion for Mary, the same fire that burned inside her now is reflected in his green eyes.
No, "he says, almost grudgingly. -Will not you come with me, Dean. You have to stay and go on your way. Simply call quando avrai bisogno, io sentirò-
Dean sta per ribattere con un altro “ma” quando John sparisce, all’improvviso.
Si guarda intorno: il portico è vuoto, di lui non c’è traccia. È scomparso nel nulla in meno di un battito di ciglia, lo ha mollato lì, da solo.
-Papà!- urla, urla più forte che può, urla fino a non aver più aria nei polmoni ma è tutto inutile, John non sta ritornando da lui.
Pensare che fosse stata solo un’allucinazione è quasi semplice, è l’idea more sensible, were it not for the fact that the heard his father's body, solid, real. Embraced him, damn it, John was with him.
Maybe he's mad. Maybe he's just crazy.

#
There is no sign of Sam. Nowhere.
Dean is always quieter and darker, his eyes lost their color and are dull, dull. Her lips are narrow and hard in a thin line that stretches ever. His whole face is transfigured, so different from Dean before.
Castiel does not know how to behave. He does not know whether to talk or not, does not know what to say, can not hardly look at him: seeing him in that state is too much even for him.
After that night everything seems to be even more unbearable. Dean looks at him, even accidentally crosses his eyes, and speaks to him, not one, single word.
Castiel feels his pain. The pain for having let him go because he had almost given vent to someone who had nothing to do, the pain of having unleashed the desperation and the need for Sam to him, the pain for having done such a thing. The pain of having betrayed Sam.
Dean is afraid to even look at him and Castiel feel that you broke something, that affection that linked Dean to him is probably failing and will not, damn, that Dean does not want to cut it out as well. He does not want, does not allege that Dean loves him, he must understand it. Dean does not want the face as if he were invisible, does not want you avoid.
He just wants you to know that he will not go away. Who understands that will always be by his side until the end. The
remains close in silence, hoping that Dean understands, hoping to talk to him.
-I saw my father-
That sentence thrown out almost by accident after days of silence startles Castiel.
John Winchester is dead. John Winchester is in Hell. But
-Dean,
-is-not, huh? I thought so I-you paint a face on the dark face. -It was him, Cass. I'm sure-as-
? -
-Ha ... he said something that only he could have known. Something that nobody but me, Sam, and he might know-
Dean's voice breaks and he remains silent, drinking yet another glass of alcohol. Castiel's approaches, kneels in front of him and tries his eye.
-Dean, he could be
-A-trap. Lucifer. A demon, whatever, I know, Dean looks up and finally looks at him. "But it was him. Someone pulled me out of Hell and is now back-
-Have you been the only exception for centuries, millennia-Castiel says plan. -Why would they bring him back? -
-For the same reason that brought me back, maybe! - Dean screams and jumps up, nervous and desperate. He began to walk up and down the room, Castiel silently in a corner.
-Sam wants you find. He wants to do it back-
Dean whispers almost afraid to pronounce those words. When he lifts his face and looks at Castiel again sees the fire in his eyes, sees the determination that so admires, he sees that spark of hope and strength that has never been completely extinguished.
Castiel returns the gaze, property.
Dean is sure that this was his father, Dean almost never wrong. Dean has an infallible instinct and if you think that was really John Winchester then it was. And if
Dean, strong words of his father, decided to continue fighting until the end he did not abandon him. The
-find-

#
Come, Sam, do a walk-
Lucifer pulls gently by the arm and Sam followed him without protest. He does not know exactly how long it is with him, maybe days, maybe weeks. He can not say for sure.
The only thing I know is that he likes being there. There quiet, the quiet that he wanted all his life. When he gets up to the chirping of birds, accepted his awakening, when she walks through the garden the whole nature seems to sing and rejoice, when speaking with Lucifer the world takes on a different taste, sweeter.
Dean lacks. Dean's missing a lot but damn, slowly, Sam is accustomed to something that is no longer in his chest, something that does not oppress him nor makes her happy, no more. Because his relationship with Dean is. The thought of his brother has always made him happy, he's always made his heart beat a thousand; the thought of what they are, together, is like a boulder on his chest that oppresses him and prevent him from breathing. Feel wrong, feel dirty inside, knowing that the whole world would condemn them in the blink of an eye ... sometimes too much to bear, it is sometimes too heavy, too painful, just too.
The distance from Dean allowed him to rediscover himself. Allowed him to look within, to think, to find its space, to understand ... and Sam is beautiful.
-Today I want to show you something, says Lucifer distracting from the thread of his thoughts. Sam nodded, curious.
-Vieni con me- l’Angelo Caduto gli poggia delicatamente la mano sul braccio e quando si volta Sam scopre di non essere più nel giardino.
-Dove siamo?- chiede guardandosi intorno. È una città completamente devastata. Le vetrine dei negozi sono in pezzi, ogni porta è stata scassinata, c’è del vetro per terra; macchine rotte con gli allarmi che suonano all’impazzata, persino del fumo da qualche parte.
Lucifero sospira, grave.
-È solo una città come tante, Sam- dice piano guidandolo attraverso macerie e distruzione. –È una città in cui la polizia can not control crime, is a city where men are much more evil than good men. It is a city torn by grief, theft, murder-
Sam opens his eyes in disbelief. He has never seen anything like it.
-But it can not be ... anyway -
-Your eyes can see it very well, "continues Lucifer Sam. -It is real. The suffering, the pain ... it is all real-
-Why did you bring me here? - Sam then asks, horrified and devastated at the same time. Lucifer holds a little 'grip on his arm and his face relaxes into a sad smile.
-Because I want you to know-
Sam looks around and is yet another place. The street full of rubble and destruction has disappeared, giving way to a small dimly lit room. A person is lying on the bed under the window while another is bent at her side, the pain visible on his face.
-His son was hit by a sudden disease, says Angel. -He has only ten years ... -
Sam watches the child's face lying on the bed, almost like a pale corpse. Watch her face streaked with tears and pain, feel that pain oppress.
-Come-Lucifer whispers noticing his expression shocked.
Sam closes his eyes when he opens them and finds himself on the road again. There are some people, a man running and another behind him, pulls a gun. Sam ago to move but before he can make even one step of the shot noise fills the ears. The man falls to the ground with a cry, the asphalt is stained red with his blood.
-God ... I should ... -
surrounds Lucifer's shoulders. -You could not have done anything, Sam. We're just spectators in this place of evil and pain, there is nothing we can do-
Sam feels her eyes burn with anger and fear.
-Take me away-Lucifer almost growls and running. This was reported in that garden, which excludes the entire world, brings him back in that little oasis where evil and suffering do not exist.
Why? - Then asks Sam. Lucifer sighed heavily before looking in his eyes and respond.
-Why? Why does God not prevent this, Sam? Evil, pain, suffering ... why? Because it allows his children to suffer like this? -
-Why did you bring me here? -
-Because I want you to reflect, plan-meets Lucifer Sam, a light in the sad blue eyes. -Because I want to ask yourself the questions, as well as I do. Because I want you to tell me if a loving father and compassionate should allow this-
Sam shakes his head slowly, he witnessed the scene shortly before are still occurring, sharp, in his head.
-Where 's God, Sam? Where? Why does he allow this to happen? Why does not descend to Earth to save his children? -
Sam does not know. Do not know why God has abandoned them, can not understand. Since always the man is guilty of atrocities and barbarism ... where was God?
course, has left man free will, good excuse for everything. But what is the sense of free will when it all goes to hell? What is the point when man's free will to hurt his fellow man when he kills, rapes, robbery, wounding?
Where is God? Why is not ready to alleviate the suffering of her children when they need it, like a father to do? Why not reward the righteous and punishes the wicked, as it should do?
Humanity will never have peace, the man will never be right, if there is someone to guide them.
-This is why I came back, Lucifer Sam says softly. "Why man should not suffer any more so, because there may be someone to show the right path. And I need you, I need your help to do so-
-How come I can help, me? - Sam asks, unable to understand. "I am just a man, I have nothing special-
Lucifer smiles sweetly. -You are the strongest man there is on this Earth, Sam. You you are the right man, you're the only one worthy to stand beside me-
-I am not fair, not fair at all. I made many mistakes in my life. I fought and killed, I hurt, I'm not a saint-
-I do not need saints-Lucifer Sam looks into his eyes always with a smile. -This is your redemption. You can make amends for your sins, you can start again. It is a new opportunity, a new life. Accept it, Sam. Accept it and help me to bring this world to the right path-
Sam looks at him without saying anything.
Redemption. Redemption from their sins, have the opportunity to start from scratch, be a different person. The only thing that could make him feel good, the only one who has ever wanted. Only he never thought that it would offer it to Lucifer.
-Be my prince, my sweet prince sad-eyed-
really was the princess, whose eyes were sad (Soraya NDA) - Sam laughs, trying to ease the tension of that crucial moment. Lucifer smiles, amused.
Yes, but it's nothing compared to you-
Sam smiles, smiles sincerely, smiling with his eyes and heart. Angel eyes alone fail to relieve the weight on his chest, his words the cradle and make him feel important, his hands keep it safe. Perhaps, finally, found someone who can appreciate it fully, without judging, without condemning.
So why leave?

#
The sky is gray, thick clouds. The dense rain falls, the drops crashing loudly on the ground while the thunder roar, powerful.
Dean looks out the window of the rented room, watching the gray sky for some time without getting tired. Everything relaxes. There are people who hate the rain, the dark sky, people who this time brings anxiety, but not him. He has only to look at the dark clouds to feel raised in a certain way, just hear the loud noise of the rain to feel good, quiet.
-If ... if we were to do it-the voice of low Castiel comes to his ears. "If we were to arrive alive at the end of all, if we were to win ... what would you do? -
Dean shrugs, his eyes always to the sky. -I do not know. I think ... I think I would take a break, time for me without demons or other-
A sad smile's pursed lips as the angel sitting next to him, tense.
-not be you. You would not have Dean Winchester, you would have peace, I could not live like that. You can not escape from what you are, Dean. And even if you try, you'll find yourself be driven by your true self, from predator to prey-Castiel says softly. Dean might take it badly, especially since his character in that last period, but he can not just shut your mouth. Can not remain silent, no longer wants to do it. Dean has left enough time to recover, let alone, he has never been enforced since Sam left them.
can no longer endure the days spent in the most dense and heavy silence, can not do it. Dean needs, needs of the old Dean. The Dean was a joke after the other, he could not stay serious even when the situation demanded it, which addressed everything from the Dean with a grin on his lips. That Dean. You're delirious
-
-tone is not quite like that of a time, the eyes do not shine and the grin on your face do not apply, however ... but that's something. Castiel hides a small, small smile and looks at him.
-I am not delusional, idiot-she says quietly. Dean turns to look at him a moment.
-course, and I'm Santa Claus. " He shakes his head back and looking at the sky gray and gloomy.
-Dean, I'm serious-
-What about you instead? - Dean quickly change the subject of debate. Do not want to think about what will happen in the future, do not even know if he has a future. Does not want to think about how to live his life, does not want to think about the fact that, probably, must live alone.
-If we were to make it go back to your buddies or what? - Castiel
now is to turn our eyes to heaven. His eyes seem sad, vaguely desperate and lost decisively.
-No-blowing. -I will never return-
-Come on, the desire to get out of the will, sooner or later, Dean said with a light tone. While watching the Angel, however, so easily becomes out of place. Castiel is lost, not Castiel returns with the other angels. He has always lived in heaven, he knew no other life than that ... what will you do?
-I think I need to get a job like any other person-Cass says with a wry smile. Also, we are able to do it, of course-
-Cass ... -
-I'll make the cut-Castiel turned briefly to look at him. -I spent so much time looking at the humans who think I've figured out how they are made. Will I be able to integrate non-
Dean's words. If he were to Castiel place, having to lose his whole world does not know what could be done. Do not know if could handle it, so radically change his life. But Castiel can not do it, it's impossible, really.
-you're an angel, you go back there-she says quietly. Castiel continues to look out and not responding, and that silence is heavier than any words. Dean felt like a weight on his chest, as something that prevents it at the moment to breathe and do not even know why.
-Cass, you're an angel-repeated, looking her eye. But Castiel not once, not answered, not moving an inch. Dean takes strong shoulder, forcing him to watch it. Is reflected in the blue of her eyes and waits for a response that seems to never arrive.
-Cass-
are half-human, Dean-
Angel The whisper comes on strong as his ears and screams Dean remains motionless for a moment. All that makes no sense, no damn sense, is impossible.
Castiel smiled sadly. -I cheated, I cheated on my brother, I have betrayed my father. I preferred to stay on this earth to fight this war rather than stand by and watch from afar. I changed
-Dean's eyes are wide open. Filled with uncertainty, fear, disbelief. I'm losing
-Grace, Dean-Castiel whispered looking him straight in the eye. -I am losing my powers. I'm gaining in return the feelings, any feelings of you people, your every need, every-thing-
But if you stripped away the Grace should reincarnated as Anna. You need to start from scratch without remembering, you should-
-Dean, I'm losing the grace-says Angel with a sad grimace. Is not that how it was for Anna, no one is ripping me off. The'm just losing, I am humanizing -
Dean lowered his arms, his eyes still wide open. It is impossible, a thing like this can not happen. The Angels do not become human, as if simply changing the skin, non-
-It's okay, really-Castiel returns to watch the rain. Okay-so-
-How-
-All 'beginning-I did not understand the angel smiles, eyes turned to days gone by. -I did not understand what was happening to me, was strange. I could hear things that I could not explain, I felt different, I was confused. I did not understand that close to the stomach, I did not understand the warmth, or pain. It took me time to realize, and also the help of someone-
-The Trickster ... - Dean mutters, thinking the day when he found Cass on the roadside. Looking back on his words, her "opened my eyes." He thought they were disconnected phrases that Cass was tired or whatever.
-What did he do? - Calls for tightening their fists.
-I did live many bad days when I was faced with all these new sensations-the angel answered softly. -It opened my eyes and it is thanks to him that I understood what was going
-Cass-I swear-that-
not know, Dean? - Castiel smiled. -I was not hurt. He helped -
-What did you see? -
-You do not need of know-
-Cass, what did you see? - calls again Dean. Not going to let it go, no longer willing to get over it. He wants to know, wants to know what you damn bastard did to Castiel and eventually find him, kill him with his own hands.
-I only had to deal with the emotions, Dean. I do not want to talk about, please do not ask-
Castiel's voice is even lower than before. His eyes express more emotion than any words could do: they are sad, and tired, and worried. They are frightened, watching the distant sky as if they were looking at the future, a future uncertain and unknown.
-Cass-Non-
need you to say anything interrupts-whisper. -I know it is shocking even for you, I understand how you feel. You do not need to prove anything-
Dean does not understand. Castiel does not understand how it can be, what he has lost everything, to console him. He does not understand how it is possible that your Castiel, lost and suffering, to alleviate his suffering. You
... That's what Cass has always done, at any time. It has always been there for him, especially in the last period, ready to listen. Ready to take ugly words, ready to take charge of his pain, ready to bear its damned outbursts.
Castiel suddenly finds himself in a tight warm hug. Dean's arms completely surround it, his hands shaking loud shirt on his back, his cheek is against her, and heat, heat of Dean, an embrace of warmth, warmth of anything that can bring even one iota of comfort.
-I will not let alone, Cass-
few whispered words, a few simple words able to warm the hearts and illuminate that dark day. Dean, Dean the affection felt for him, it squeezes Dean, Dean will not let me ever.
Castiel plan dissolves the embrace, watching him. The supporting a small, innocent and chaste kiss on the lips before getting up humming a "Thank You" barely audible and leave the room.
Dean loves him, in his way, and that is enough.

Impala runs across another border, the fastest wheels on the asphalt, the powerful engine roars as it passes through yet another highway.
It took days and days before he could find a clue, a clue that could lead them to decent Sam. Days of exhausting research, days of tension, days of fear. Days when, slowly, the jokes started again, the days when he ran a smile. Days of Thoughts sad day full of the damned "What if ...?" day on the days that followed each other slow, too slow.
But now it's different. Now Dean pushes his foot on the accelerator with a new light in your eyes, turn on the radio with a new hope.
-Babylon ... fuck, I should have thought first-Dean says, shaking his head. It was so simple- , so obvious! And I did not think for one second, I was a complete idiot-
-How could we know that Lucifer would go to Babylon, Dean? He could go anywhere, he had a world-available-but it was
obvious that Dean continues to go there-by lowering the music volume. -If I had thought about the Bible and the Apocalypse would have understood. If ... -
If there was Sam would understand. -
But we could not know-Castiel fills the silence. -Not that we can be sure ... now all we have are small clues, Dean, not necessarily in Babylon we find what we seek-
-No, but it is the likeliest place to find that son of a whore-Dean clenched his fists on the steering wheel, eyes on the road in front of him.
great Babylon, the great whore. The city of corruption, the place where every demon wants to be, the place where sin reigns. It was so simple, so simple! The only place that Lucifer would try, the only place in which he sought to establish his "empire" could not have been anything but that.
And Babylon, New York, is the exact place where you can find the damn son of a bitch.

When the Impala comes close to a sidewalk of any city that both can see that there is clearly something wrong in that place. The symptoms
roads lead to the destruction, the people who runs a semi-naked and running around as if you were preparing for a big orgy. People fucking in the cars in broad daylight, people yelling, people laughing hoarsely, people dancing against the light poles. The noise
unnatural light of the sun beats down, shops burning, black smoke everywhere, everything in that city is not in place.
-I think you were right-Castiel murmured, looking around with eyes wide open. -This place is hell on earth-
Dean nods, her clenched jaw and throat dry.
"We can not get around on foot, it's too risky to continue the-Angel, piano. -There are demons everywhere, I'm willing to bet not get bad-
-vices, Dean of Cass-the attempt to diminish the tension is weak. -Auto, then? -
Castiel nods, his eyes still fixed on the road. -There will anyway, but maybe we'll have a little 'more time-
Dean opens the bag he left in the back seat, take a couple of pistols and a pair of knives, returns to his place. Castiel hands him a gun that looks as dazed.
-You should be able to defend yourself, says Dean. -If someone were to approach you shoot. In Cold Blood-
-I'm not going to kill-
-If you want to survive you have to do-it abruptly Dean. -Your life or theirs, you have no choice-
Castiel looks at the gun from his hands, looks at it for a long time when Dean back into gear and leaves. He will not kill, do not want to do it. It is wrong, a sin.
But ... but if it be in danger, now that he has lost some of his powers, what else could I do? Dean can not cover forever, Dean can not afford to think of him when his life could be in danger. Castiel sighed heavily.
not-I would have if I had never given thought to have an alternative plan, says Dean. -I'm sorry, Cass-
Angel nods without saying a word and presses stronger that piece of metal in his hands.
-Now we just have to find the bastard-Dean taps his fingers on the handlebars, nervous. -I have no idea where the hell can-be-
I think he'll find us, Dean-Castiel sighed.
not have a chance to catch Lucifer unprepared, not even one. Certainly already know of their arrival in the city, for sure will stay already planning their next meeting, he will be preparing a welcome slap. Castiel sighed again, in the grip of anxiety ... I think. Yes, that something that shakes the stomach until it ill be anxiety.
Impala goes straight on his way without a hitch, no meetings of any kind. More run through the city there are fewer people around, it's as if ... as if they were approaching something. The point of no return, perhaps the last place they see in their lives.
-It's too quiet here-Dean mutters, looking around. It has all the air- to be a trap-
-Lucifer would not act so rough, Dean-Castiel replies. Do not stretch-never a trivial and stupid trap-
-And what would then? -
-I'm sure he'll be expecting the angel whispers-his heart pounding in her throat.
Then they see it. A large hill, right in front of them, on which stands a huge villa, surrounded by green trees and hedges. A separate them from the house there is a large expanse of dry and arid land that extends for several miles.
-I wonder why so remember Death Valley-mocks Dean stopped the car.
Here, the point of no return. Just open the door to cross the threshold, just put one foot out for there is no turning back. One, put in hand and boom! Probably will not have a future.
Dean sighed heavily. Breathe strong, breathe with the same force. Try to stabilize the beating heart of that crazy, trying to keep everything under control, but fails miserably.
The thought of Sam returns to take possession of his mind. Her eyes, her smile. And for a moment the hope back to burn in his heart, weak but alive to be swept away by the memory of all the lies, betrayal, sorrow.
-Safe? - Castiel calls in a low voice. Dean nods firmly, his eyes fixed on the arid landscape in front of him.
-E-rumored Castiel is triggering the lever that opens the door.
Cass-a-hand on Dean's shoulder keeps him. -Whatever happens ... the face together. Until the end-
Castiel tries a vague imitation of a smile that failed under the weight of all that are about to face.
-Up to the end-rumored opening the door and jumping down.


#-C 'is something you should see-
Lucifer's voice is soothing as always, his tone slightly disappointed.
-What? - Sam asks when getting feet, ready to follow him. Lucifer looks at him with unreadable eyes and takes his hand, guiding it through the garden until you reach a hidden by trees and hedges that Sam had never noticed.
-There, across the valley ... -
Lucifer Sam points a finger perfect and it follows the direction. A dry valley
born and died at the foot of the hill on which is situated the villa, a valley that Sam had never noticed. The earth is dark and dry, as if it had been burnt or whatever, and not a breath of life at the hotel.
That's when Sam sees it.
A small speck on the edge of the valley, the outlines only faintly recognizable. That same leather jacket that had once belonged to his father. The usual jeans, probably the usual t-shirt.
Her daughter, right behind him, reposing in quiet and silence as the engine takes air and cool after a long journey.
-Dean ... -
Lucifer nods, serious.
Another speck, a light-colored raincoat. A facial expression with the usual bewildering as ever, the hands holding something he can not distinguish.
-Castiel-
Again, Lucifer nods. -I guess you know that I'm not here to take the tea-
Sam looks at the fallen angel and then his brother again, far away.
-No, Dean ... I'm sure Dean is just looking for me, maybe
-kill-us, Sam tells the angel-voice low and husky. -I am here to kill us, they want to stop and you also want to stop-
No, not Sam-
morirgli hear the words in my mouth when he is able to distinguish between weapons that bring the two hands. It can not be true, Dean would never do that. Dean and his brother, Dean loves him, damn it, could never make him that.
-We gotta get out, Sam-
Lucifer's voice is sad, maybe even a little 'scared, but Sam does not mind. Look once again his brother while he is moving towards valley, looks at him and raises his head and one small silver drop the line on her face.
No, "he says with a firm voice. -We will remain. I'll talk to him and if he will not listen ... -
-opened fire, Sam tries to dissuade him Lucifer. -Open fire and we will focus on every weapon in his possession, hurl every spell, every exorcism that will be able to do
-I-I do not go-Sam interrupts him, headstrong. -I'll take it. And if he wants to kill me ... I will understand that I really love-
-And your life is a discovery? Sam, please, give me a straight-
Lucifer squeezes his hand, begged him to go. But he has no intention of going anywhere. He wants to go to one meeting with Dean, he wants to talk to him, he wants to explain, and if Dean were to refuse to listen to his reasons as it has done ... will collide, there is no other way. One will die at the hands of others, as it should be. No one get in the middle, only two of them. Just as at the beginning, so in the end.




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