Lucifer snapped his fingers, making everyone in the throne room start. Sometimes he exploded people like this, he understood why they were so twitchy. All he did right now though was look at Gadreel, who was stood beside him and brooding. It was slightly annoying in a way but also a good look on him, so Lucifer let him. "I've got it."
That said he got up and stalked over to where Aleister was cleaning the floor. Well, licking it clean. Whatever. He grabbed him by the ear to make him sit up. "We're gonna go on a long walkie, puppy, you and I. And Gadreel, sure. Why not?"
He looked down at Aleister, rather enjoying how he looked. Beaten down, miserable, with the worst outfit imaginable. "We're going to seek out a certain pair of brothers, puppy. I know you've got an in with them. They always get so tetchy around me."
Would the non-stop humiliation Congo never end? He had a fair few new beatings, some burnings and he was being as good as he could be. As much as he hated how every demon around him enjoyed the show, he still fucking did it! When was Lucifer going to leave him the hell alone? He winced as he let Lucifer haul him up, closing his eyes tight.
"We're going to see the Tenaz brothers?" Oh shit, not dressed like this. Come on? That wasn't fair. He wanted to protest but Gadreel was bearing down like the giant hunk of muscle he was. Balls. He had to approach this logically.
"Splendid." Damn it. "May I say, master, that-- that they won't really do any deals with me if I'm dressed like this. And acting like this. They won't respect the deal, you see."
"I'm not looking to do any deal with them, puppy. Do I look like I'm in sales? I got you cute little fuckers for that." He indicated the demons around them, who were indeed working like the busy worker bees they were. It was cute. "I'm gonna give them a quest. Hero types love a good quest. Gadreel's a bit like that too, it's adorable."
He smiled an indulgent smile Gadreel's way. "You just tell me how to track them down and then, if you're good, you can stay in the boot while I talk to the two. See? I'm a good Master, aren't I?"
Well, it was still a better deal than seeing them in this state. He considered what to best do here. If he gave away the bunker, he compromised them and Bobby would not be best pleased. He had to come up with the best second option to track them. "The car. The impala. I have a tracker in it, I can find where they are. I just need my stuff..."
He had a box of spells and tricks he kept stored here. He was a witches' son, after all. He wasn't against using magic.
"It won't take long." He tried his best to show he wasn't trying to use that just to get power so he graciously added: "Master."
"Fetch! Get that son of a witch his toolset, will you?" Lucifer assumed that Fetch, as he'd dubbed him, would quickly do just that. He had no idea whether the demon had any other skills than a burning hatred for Aleister, a deep desire to see the ex-King humiliated and the talent to fetch whatever Lucifer needed, but he valued what he did know about him.
Turning to Gadreel, he let go of Aleister's ear in favour of petting his hair. "You're going to meet my perfect vessel, hun. Are you excited?"
"I like this one fine. Who cares about the one that keeps rejecting you like you're a shitty prom-date?" Seemed smarter to put efforts into stabilising this vessel than going after one that had to give permission first. And that was going to take a long time, given the burning hatred his vessel seemed to have.
Aleister cringed under the strokes of his head and tried his best to work out if he could do anything with his box of tricks that might at least buy him some kind of way out.
"I know, I know. You think this one is easy on the eyes. I agree, he's a looker. But Samuel isn't exactly ugly either, so at least wait until you've met him." Lucifer looked down at Aleister, deciding to ask for his opinion. "What do you think, how attractive is this vessel? On a scale of 1-10. Yours isn't bad for an old dude."
He knew he should let him focus on his spell-work, but this conversation was important too.
Was he actually supposed to answer that? Was he expecting anything else. He eyed up Lucifer and then took his spell items from Fetch. He was going to torture that smiley little shit so hard, he would no longer remember what good times were like. He huffed and then noticed Lucifer was still looking expectant. "A 10, master."
What else was he supposed to say? He swiftly go to work, adding all he needed to the bowl and then adding a few drops of his own blood. Gadreel was on edge, he never did like magic. He loomed over Aleister as he worked. "They're... in Kansas. I can write down a location."
"Fetch." All he had to say for Aleister to get a piece of paper and a pen. No further magic needed, Lucifer decided, so he waved his hand. "Wash out the blood before you put it back. Don't need any residue magic potential around, do we?"
Son of the most powerful witch, demon, ex-king, Lucifer wasn't risking any additional spell-work. He grabbed the piece of paper and handed it to Gadreel, shrugging his shoulders. "Might be fastest if we just go and give them their quest. Don't know if we ought to bring the puppy."
"Depends. It's a risk but you enjoy risks. If you do it, keep him in the damn boot." Gadreel insisted as he watched Crowley scribble down a location onto his piece of paper before handing it over to Lucifer. Magic was such a fun feeling, even if he wasn't really gifted. He had a few sparks now, a little few steps added to the spell. Now he just had to finish it, when he was in peace, and he might stand a chance of projecting himself out of his body.
"I would rather stay, master. And continue my task." And hopefully, get put in his 'kennel' so he could get himself out of his body for enough time to warn Bobby.
"Why would I care what you'd rather want?" Lucifer was irritated by that and also somewhere between irritated and flustered by Gadreel knowing him well. He kicked Aleister in the side to get rid of some of that irritation, then walked a few steps as he tried to make up his mind. So many options, so little time. "Whatever, he can stay. Clean everything nicely while I'm gone, puppy. Fetch, you can be in charge of him."
Might as well throw the kid a bone. He did seem eager on the Aleister humiliation train, ever since he had so eagerly fetched the collar for him. Also, this way Gadreel didn't get to be right about him. "We're going, Gadreel. I don't know if their pet angel will be around, but you can handle him."
Aleister stayed down, it was the better thing to do. Our of sight, out of mind.
Gadreel looked at the former king with an amused smirk before he held out his hand to take the piece of paper from Lucifer. He was low on grace and it seemed pointless to waste it on pointless tasks like this. He didn't give Lucifer a chance, he teleported them right away. And then there they were, in front of the impala.
"I'm not running that low," Lucifer whispered, while moving closer to Gadreel just a little bit. There was something to it that he'd not ever gotten from anyone else. No one felt protective over the devil. Not really. Not in the annoying yet adorable way that Gadreel had about him.
He heard cursing coming from the Impala, as they had evidently been spotted. It was Matty that was talking, when Sam got out of the car, knife in hand and the other hand in his pocket, he assumed to reach for salt, he didn't speak. He just stared. Then Sam turned his head, looking at his brother for confirmation.
"Can you see Lucifer too?"
"I'm here for real, sweet Sammy. Hey, Matty. Hasn't been that long, has it?" Not that long since he'd been beating them up in his cage.
"I see him." Matty moved fast, he pulled his gun out and shot rock salt before Lucifer had time to react. Whatever, at least it'd damn well sting the bastard. Then he wisely used what was left to try and kill the demon that was with him.
Only the demon didn't react to the salt. He just sort of stood there. Looking at the holes in his shirt with more concern than the fact he'd been shot.
"Shit."
"Which one is the vessel?" Gadreel asked as he checked on Lucifer. Eh, he seemed fine. No need to worry.
"Couldn't move in front of me, could you?" Lucifer did feel the need to bitch at Gadreel for that, because it did sting him a little. He was an angel that had fallen significantly lower than most, after all. "The vessel is the tall one. Younger brother, taller body."
Go figure.
Sam went into a defensive stance, making sure to stay close to Matty. "The answer is 'NO', you fucking bastard! It's always no!"
"You don't even know what I want to ask, boys. Chill a bit. I'm happy with my current vessel. My friend here likes it."
"If salt is causing you pain, you should take a long, hard look at yourself." Gadreel deadpanned as he inspected the vessel. No way was that guy ever saying yes, not with the hate that was currently radiating out from him. The brother was reloading so Gadreel moved fast, grabbing the barrel of the gun and then using it to smack right into Matty's face before he took it from him. He tossed it across the way so neither side could have it.
Matty held his face and spat blood onto the floor. Come on, Cas. They could really need an angel right now.
"What the hell do you want?!" Matty staggered to Sam and grabbed onto his arm, pulling him behind him and trying to get them both away from Gadreel and Lucifer.
"It's not good for my clothes, is it?" And maybe sometimes it did smart just a little. Although that could be phantom pain. Lucifer watched Gadreel do the grunt work, then, with even more amusement, watched as Matty pulled Sam behind himself and Sam actually ducked for that move to be even somewhat effective. Aw. These brother shenanigans were making him miss Raphael.
"I have a task for you. I'm back to being King of Hell and from what I've heard, you ran errands for the last guy all the time."
"We're not going to do anything for you," Sam spat out, glaring, "Cas!" Maybe they could just yell for their angel.
"Yeah, I don't care what title you have, we're not doing jack-shit for you. Now get the hell away from my brother." He fumbled around in his pocket and then pulled out the angel knife he had. He couldn't kill an archangel but he could hurt him at least. The weapon made Gadreel back up a little, still in fighting stance but keeping distance now.
Matty narrowed his eyes. "So who's your pal, huh? You got a name, buddy."
"I'm Gadreel." Short and sweet, no further comment. That could have meant something to some but to Matty, he had no damn clue.
"Gadreel is the name of the angel who let the serpent tempt Eve," Sam muttered, his eyes wide. It had been years and, yes, he was literally the devil's perfect vessel, yet there was still a certain awe to facing yet another creature of myths and legends.
Lucifer had took a step to the side, to put himself between Matty and his angel blade and his Gadreel. He would not see him harmed over this. "Yes, I brought a VIP here with me tonight. You should feel honoured."
"It's an honour." That was Castiel's voice, suddenly from the side. And then Castiel attacked Gadreel without any warning, going for the kill.
Lucifer wasn't at full power, but he used what he had to throw Castiel backwards, making him land on the hood of the Impala.
"Will you calm down, baby brother?! Control your angel, Matteo."
Gadreel wished he'd had better warning, he was confident he could take that punk but fortunately, Lucifer had his back. Gadreel staggered back up to his feet, turning to glare down Castiel. If he had to, he'd rip any of his brothers and sisters apart. Mercy was not an option when people hated you this instinctively.
"So what - you botched apple tree duty? Really, you just brought along a fellow loser, huh?" Matty asked as he cocked his head to the side to check on Cas. "You okay, man?"
He would have gone and checked but he had to keep his baby brother safe.
"I think you should get to the point." Gadreel told Lucifer as he came close to him, assuming that was the smarter path. It was three against two and while they had the better odds, he didn't fancy risks.
"I'm fine, Matty," Castiel assured him, getting off the car to come to stand besides Matty, in front of Sam. Just in case. "I'm sorry I'm late."
"One of these days I'll get to dance on all of your graves. I can't fucking wait." Lucifer breathed past his anger to find some chill, rolling his shoulders and, yes. Getting to the point. "Raphael died for your sins, you ungrateful assholes."
"...you killed him," Sam pointed out, but Lucifer waved that off.
"Details. Anyway, turns out that lil bro ain't quite as dead as advertised. He's being held captive somewhere on Earth, far as I can tell. You owe him, so you find him."
"I don't know man, you're one shitty big brother. I think you owe him more." Matty struck back, not willing to accept that Raphael was on them. They would try to find him, obviously, having a living non-douche archangel would be an amazing have but this was not a fuck up on their end.
"Does it matter who owes who? Just find him." Gadreel dusted himself off and hoped they could get through this before Lucifer's temper truly exploded.
"So what - you're just like an old pal from the fall? His guard dog or something?" Matty asked Gadreel, eyeing him up with disgust. What sort of asshole angel worked with Lucifer willingly like this. Gadreel just made a vague noise, not breaking eye contact.
"Whatever." Matty huffed. "You got a clue where Raphael is?"
"What I owe or don't owe him is mine and his business. Although if we're talking shitty big brothers, yowza! I've been in Sammy's head here, you really wanna talk to me about that, Matty?" Lucifer grinned and Sam immediately turned to his brother, telling him not to listen to, hey, the literal goddamn devil. He was sure he wouldn't, but still.
"Point is, if I go after a demon like that it's a big deal. I'm me. You are just you. Much more diplomatic that way." He rolled his shoulders and looked at the three of them. Castiel, Matty and Sam. All so very filled to the brim with righteousness. "Gadreel is on Team Free Will. Has been since before my Fall. He's an OG."
"He never fell," Castiel supplied helpfully, his eyes focused on Gadreel suspiciously.
"Yeah, he's handy that way. Anyway. Lazar. You should be able to find him easily enough. One of my creation. Careful though, I reckon he's gotten a major power upgrade with an archangel in his power."
"Don't you dare talk about me and my brother like you understand any of it. We actually like each other and, uh, news flash douchebag - I still talk to my brother." Whereas Lucifer was alone, bitter and hated. He couldn't imagine Raphael was out there, excitedly waiting for Lucifer to come find him. Though he was going to shove his boot right up Raphael's ass when he found him. Hiding little coward. "Lazar." Matty repeated, knowing Sam would remember because he wouldn't. "Fine."
"You should probably mention he's a prince of hell." Gadreel pointed out to Lucifer as he crossed his arms, looking at Castiel without a hint of concern or uneasy. "You got something to say to me, trench coat?"
He wasn't going to be talked down about by some weak non-nothing angel he'd never even heard of.
"I am trying to understand you," Castiel said honestly, looking at Gadreel. He was powerful, definitely more powerful than him. Right now perhaps even more powerful than Lucifer, whose grace appeared to be depleted. Probably another reason he was not going up against Lazar directly himself. "I have done terrible things for reasons no one but me understood at the time."
So maybe him and Gadreel were alike. Lucifer glanced from Castiel to Gadreel, deciding that he wanted to nip that conversation in the bud. "He's just easily distracted, that's all. Piss off with your Greater Good 101 class, Castiel."
"Lazar has become more powerful by using Raphael." That was what Sam was putting together here. "A powerful Prince of Hell. Sure. Why not toss that to us? All in a day's work."
Lucifer hissed, but looked amused. "Ah, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Every time I meet you, you're more and more bitter. Sooner or later you'll be so sick of it all you can't stand it any more. Make sure to keep me on speed dial for that time."
"Fuck off. Never." Sam shook his head, unsure what to even deal with first here. "How are you out? Where's Aleister? Did you kill him?"
"Think you got all the info I'm willing to give already. Now go be good hunters, yeah? Raphael needs you."
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That said he got up and stalked over to where Aleister was cleaning the floor. Well, licking it clean. Whatever. He grabbed him by the ear to make him sit up. "We're gonna go on a long walkie, puppy, you and I. And Gadreel, sure. Why not?"
He looked down at Aleister, rather enjoying how he looked. Beaten down, miserable, with the worst outfit imaginable. "We're going to seek out a certain pair of brothers, puppy. I know you've got an in with them. They always get so tetchy around me."
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"We're going to see the Tenaz brothers?" Oh shit, not dressed like this. Come on? That wasn't fair. He wanted to protest but Gadreel was bearing down like the giant hunk of muscle he was. Balls. He had to approach this logically.
"Splendid." Damn it. "May I say, master, that-- that they won't really do any deals with me if I'm dressed like this. And acting like this. They won't respect the deal, you see."
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He smiled an indulgent smile Gadreel's way. "You just tell me how to track them down and then, if you're good, you can stay in the boot while I talk to the two. See? I'm a good Master, aren't I?"
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He had a box of spells and tricks he kept stored here. He was a witches' son, after all. He wasn't against using magic.
"It won't take long." He tried his best to show he wasn't trying to use that just to get power so he graciously added: "Master."
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Turning to Gadreel, he let go of Aleister's ear in favour of petting his hair. "You're going to meet my perfect vessel, hun. Are you excited?"
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Aleister cringed under the strokes of his head and tried his best to work out if he could do anything with his box of tricks that might at least buy him some kind of way out.
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He knew he should let him focus on his spell-work, but this conversation was important too.
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What else was he supposed to say? He swiftly go to work, adding all he needed to the bowl and then adding a few drops of his own blood. Gadreel was on edge, he never did like magic. He loomed over Aleister as he worked. "They're... in Kansas. I can write down a location."
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Son of the most powerful witch, demon, ex-king, Lucifer wasn't risking any additional spell-work. He grabbed the piece of paper and handed it to Gadreel, shrugging his shoulders. "Might be fastest if we just go and give them their quest. Don't know if we ought to bring the puppy."
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"I would rather stay, master. And continue my task." And hopefully, get put in his 'kennel' so he could get himself out of his body for enough time to warn Bobby.
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Might as well throw the kid a bone. He did seem eager on the Aleister humiliation train, ever since he had so eagerly fetched the collar for him. Also, this way Gadreel didn't get to be right about him. "We're going, Gadreel. I don't know if their pet angel will be around, but you can handle him."
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Gadreel looked at the former king with an amused smirk before he held out his hand to take the piece of paper from Lucifer. He was low on grace and it seemed pointless to waste it on pointless tasks like this. He didn't give Lucifer a chance, he teleported them right away. And then there they were, in front of the impala.
"You're welcome."
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He heard cursing coming from the Impala, as they had evidently been spotted. It was Matty that was talking, when Sam got out of the car, knife in hand and the other hand in his pocket, he assumed to reach for salt, he didn't speak. He just stared. Then Sam turned his head, looking at his brother for confirmation.
"Can you see Lucifer too?"
"I'm here for real, sweet Sammy. Hey, Matty. Hasn't been that long, has it?" Not that long since he'd been beating them up in his cage.
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Only the demon didn't react to the salt. He just sort of stood there. Looking at the holes in his shirt with more concern than the fact he'd been shot.
"Shit."
"Which one is the vessel?" Gadreel asked as he checked on Lucifer. Eh, he seemed fine. No need to worry.
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Go figure.
Sam went into a defensive stance, making sure to stay close to Matty. "The answer is 'NO', you fucking bastard! It's always no!"
"You don't even know what I want to ask, boys. Chill a bit. I'm happy with my current vessel. My friend here likes it."
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Matty held his face and spat blood onto the floor. Come on, Cas. They could really need an angel right now.
"What the hell do you want?!" Matty staggered to Sam and grabbed onto his arm, pulling him behind him and trying to get them both away from Gadreel and Lucifer.
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"I have a task for you. I'm back to being King of Hell and from what I've heard, you ran errands for the last guy all the time."
"We're not going to do anything for you," Sam spat out, glaring, "Cas!" Maybe they could just yell for their angel.
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Matty narrowed his eyes. "So who's your pal, huh? You got a name, buddy."
"I'm Gadreel." Short and sweet, no further comment. That could have meant something to some but to Matty, he had no damn clue.
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Lucifer had took a step to the side, to put himself between Matty and his angel blade and his Gadreel. He would not see him harmed over this. "Yes, I brought a VIP here with me tonight. You should feel honoured."
"It's an honour." That was Castiel's voice, suddenly from the side. And then Castiel attacked Gadreel without any warning, going for the kill.
Lucifer wasn't at full power, but he used what he had to throw Castiel backwards, making him land on the hood of the Impala.
"Will you calm down, baby brother?! Control your angel, Matteo."
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"So what - you botched apple tree duty? Really, you just brought along a fellow loser, huh?" Matty asked as he cocked his head to the side to check on Cas. "You okay, man?"
He would have gone and checked but he had to keep his baby brother safe.
"I think you should get to the point." Gadreel told Lucifer as he came close to him, assuming that was the smarter path. It was three against two and while they had the better odds, he didn't fancy risks.
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"One of these days I'll get to dance on all of your graves. I can't fucking wait." Lucifer breathed past his anger to find some chill, rolling his shoulders and, yes. Getting to the point. "Raphael died for your sins, you ungrateful assholes."
"...you killed him," Sam pointed out, but Lucifer waved that off.
"Details. Anyway, turns out that lil bro ain't quite as dead as advertised. He's being held captive somewhere on Earth, far as I can tell. You owe him, so you find him."
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"Does it matter who owes who? Just find him." Gadreel dusted himself off and hoped they could get through this before Lucifer's temper truly exploded.
"So what - you're just like an old pal from the fall? His guard dog or something?" Matty asked Gadreel, eyeing him up with disgust. What sort of asshole angel worked with Lucifer willingly like this. Gadreel just made a vague noise, not breaking eye contact.
"Whatever." Matty huffed. "You got a clue where Raphael is?"
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"Point is, if I go after a demon like that it's a big deal. I'm me. You are just you. Much more diplomatic that way." He rolled his shoulders and looked at the three of them. Castiel, Matty and Sam. All so very filled to the brim with righteousness. "Gadreel is on Team Free Will. Has been since before my Fall. He's an OG."
"He never fell," Castiel supplied helpfully, his eyes focused on Gadreel suspiciously.
"Yeah, he's handy that way. Anyway. Lazar. You should be able to find him easily enough. One of my creation. Careful though, I reckon he's gotten a major power upgrade with an archangel in his power."
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"You should probably mention he's a prince of hell." Gadreel pointed out to Lucifer as he crossed his arms, looking at Castiel without a hint of concern or uneasy. "You got something to say to me, trench coat?"
He wasn't going to be talked down about by some weak non-nothing angel he'd never even heard of.
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So maybe him and Gadreel were alike. Lucifer glanced from Castiel to Gadreel, deciding that he wanted to nip that conversation in the bud. "He's just easily distracted, that's all. Piss off with your Greater Good 101 class, Castiel."
"Lazar has become more powerful by using Raphael." That was what Sam was putting together here. "A powerful Prince of Hell. Sure. Why not toss that to us? All in a day's work."
Lucifer hissed, but looked amused. "Ah, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Every time I meet you, you're more and more bitter. Sooner or later you'll be so sick of it all you can't stand it any more. Make sure to keep me on speed dial for that time."
"Fuck off. Never." Sam shook his head, unsure what to even deal with first here. "How are you out? Where's Aleister? Did you kill him?"
"Think you got all the info I'm willing to give already. Now go be good hunters, yeah? Raphael needs you."
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