waywarddone | I'm taking back the crown

"Who's a good girl? Who's been a good little princess? Oh, she's a beaut, isn't she?" Aleister asked as he finished petting the hellhouse that Bobby could not see, only heart. She was the one watching over this place, he was determined to make sure Bobby didn't get out and nothing bad got in. He was being protective - he was sweet like that.

"Juliet, stay." The hellhound whined and Aleister sighed. "Be a good girl for daddy.!

With that, he shut the door on the hound and turned to Bobby, grinning. "Fancy a whiskey and a chat, mate?"

Something unusual had happened. Lucifer often didn't see anyone for a long time. Lately, however, things had been developing. He wasn't sure what caused it, though he assumed it was somehow related to the Tenaz brothers. Things always seemed to be.

There were demons near him every now and then, especially now that Aleister wanted to soundproof that place. One of them, an adorable little thing with the most besotted eyes, tripped near his catch one day. Dropped something. A vial rolled past the bars.

Lucifer inhaled it when he was alone. Grace, he had known that right away. But this, this was archangel's grace. His Raphael's grace. Somewhere out there his little brother was still alive and somehow in a position to have grace taken from him.

Maybe he had spent too much time in Sam Tenaz, making him more sentimental about brotherhood than he'd ever been before. Maybe he truly felt that strongly. That possessive, anyway. If Raphael was out there, being used, Lucifer was going to put an end to it. As simple as that.

With the strength so graciously provided by said archangel grace, he didn't doubt that he could. All he needed was an in. And he was certain Aleister was going to provide one.

So he started playing the song loudly. Hallelujah, by Leonard Cohen. It seemed fitting. He had a feeling it would draw him in.

"Still no sign of him? Annoying." Lucifer sighed as the demon reported to him. He might have to send out a sign of his own if he wanted to get Gadreel's attention. "Go get lost. Do something useful. Tempt some nuns or whatever it is you do."

He waved the demon off and leaned back in his throne, wishing they'd stop prattling on about nothing much already. "It's time to play with my puppy," he finally announced, turning his head when that suggestion was taken as an order and the cage was pulled out of the wall. "Let him out."

Leaning forward, Lucifer propped his elbows up on his thighs, watching as Aleister was wheeled out. He held a hand out, curling his fingers in to gesture him closer. "C'mere, puppy. There's a good boy."

Lucifer was lounging on the throne when a demon came in. A demon who was bleeding from several wounds, his clothes hanging off of him in shreds and his eyes showing the horrors he had witnessed.

The sight made Lucifer perk up and he actually got to his feet, a smile on his face. "Gadreel." He'd recognise his handiwork anywhere.

The demon made some sounds, blood pouring from his mouth. Right. Ripped out tongue. Aw. It was definitely Gadreel. "Turn around. I want to see."

Lucifer grinned at Aleister as he saw him glancing up from where he was bent over the stained floor. "Are you curious, puppy?"

Having turned around, Lucifer could read the message easily. A meeting point. Sweet.

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."

"Let me close, yeah? I don't want to hurt you." They had realised swiftly that Raphael seemed most calm when only Sam was close by. Maybe it was arbitrary, because Sam had been the first to get to him and therefore the one to lead him out. Maybe he recognised Sam because of the extended amount they had spent together around the Mystery Spot.

Sam had no idea, but he was standing by the door, trying to approach Raphael. He held his hands up, moving closer slowly and gesturing to his own mouth. "I want to free your mouth, Raphael."

It looked grotesque, the way it was stitched up. It looked so surreal it was hard to accept as something he was actually looking at.

Raphael woke up with a start. It was unusual for angels to sleep but with no grace, he used it to power himself up. He heard Sam, felt Sam, outside of the room. Outside of the bunker. He felt panic and fear. He almost felt hope.

Raphael staggered to his feet. If he left the bunker, he was vulnerable to Lazar. But if he stayed, he couldn't protect Sam. He only debated it for a few moments before he clicked his fingers and travelled.

There were a lot of demons. Tons of them. They were rushing into whatever house the Tenaz were in and while Raphael had no context, he didn't need it. He heard Sam yelling for Matty and a gun going off.

Cocking his head to the side, he summoned all of his remaining grace and then let his eyes turn a blinding white as he started to smite every demon near him. Reinforcements were here. The demons tried to escape but every door was blocked, every window was slammed tight as Raphael unleashed a wave of righteous energy.

There was suddenly quite. A strange stillness. Matteo was staring at him, wide eyed and opened mouthed. Raphael turned and saw Sam. Then suddenly, he smiled. A bright, innocent smile. "Sam."

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