Dance Dance

[theinsaneeraser]

Title: Dance Dance
Author theinsaneeraser
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: CW RPF/Supernatural
Warnings: Character Death (minor OOC Characters, though mention of actor death, but only minorly.) and slight Dub-con, it’s really light between Jensen and Lucifer and only for one small part.
Genre: Apocolypse!Fic, AU, Crossover, First-person!POV(Jensen), Nipple!Play, Slash, Tempatue!play, Threesomes.
Pairing/Characters: Danneel/Jensen (past mentions), Dean/Lucifer(past mentions), Genevieve/Jared/Richard(side), Jensen/Lucifer(main) and Misha/Sebastian/Vicky. A good bunch of OOC’s (supernatural fans), Demon!Dannel and West (small mentions)
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 16,020
Summary: A year ago a rip in the barrier between our universe and the one where the Supernatural TV series is a reality, caused Hell, it’s demons and it’s ruler to flood into ours. Now it’s only me, a few of the supernatural actors – and actresses – and some Supernatural fans left. Can we survive long enough to beat this, or are we fighting the wrong enemy… and what’s with Lucifer’s sudden… strange interest in me?

Artist: rainyrocket
Link to art: HERE
things that would raise everyone’s spirits. “Also, some static has come through the radio; I think the others are close.”

A radio flew at me, and if it wasn’t for Dean’s quick reflexes I would have gotten it in the face. The short, black haired girl sitting on the counter rolled out quick apologies but I waved them off with a smile. She looked down embarrassedly and her light green eyes fell to the floor. Faith flicked her nose, which brought the younger girl out of her depression and into annoyance.

“Sebastian still asleep?” Vicky asked and I nodded, leaning against the fridge. We tried not to use it much and it was mostly just for storage. It kept some things cool with the ice we’d packed into it, but mostly we kept fruit and water in there. “How you hanging in there?” she asked.

Vicky had very much become the mother of all of us, and no one really minded. Faith was her mother-in-training, but she was also less of a hardass than Vicky. If Vicky found any of us fucking around, she’d sooner beat us over the head with something hard than scold us. It was kind of nice, though; ["it"] made this feel more like one big family instead of the last-known-humans on earth, or a group of strangers trying to stay alive.

There was the sound of wrappers crinkling and then a voice: “Hey, assbutts.” Misha’s gravelly voice came over the radio before there was the sound of struggling and then a much less rough voice a much smoother and more British voice replaced it. “We’re in range, I gather.”

“Misha, Mark.” I answered, pressing down the little button. “How’d it go?”

“Well, we didn’t find anyone and most of the stores have been picked free, but we split up into two groups, some went hunting and we’re bringing back some vision and rabbit.” Faith made a delighted sound from beside Vicky. “Also, fishing’s damn near impossible now, most of the lakes are frozen too deep. This is going to make getting drinking water harder, too.”

“We’ll chip the ice and melt it, we have to boil it anyway. Also, leave some buckets out for rain water and snow.” Vicky responded. “Tell them not to worry.”

“You get that?” I asked, and there was a rustling sound and Misha was once again on the other end.

“Vicky, darling, you always have the best ideas.”

Vicky grabbed the radio from me, a smile on her lips. “Misha, anyone could have come up with that, it’s simple survival. Stop trying to butter me up, what did you do this time?”

“Nothing, nothing. How’s West? He and Sebastian sleeping on the couch?”

“Like they always do when you’re gone. He worried about you more than I did, you know I’d kick your ass if you decided not to come back.”

There was laughter before shuffling and Mark had the radio again. He stated that they were close, and we shut off communication. We didn’t want someone tapping into our radios and tracking us back here. No one could really get in, at least not anyone demonic or angelic in nature; but they could have humans working for them, who knew. It wouldn’t have surprised any of us, so we took all the precautions we could.

Vicky moved the stew off the live burner and onto a cool one as Faith and Jade worked on plates and utensils. Some of the others gathered, and Vicky grabbed some of the baby food we’d been able to snag here and there and made her way out to the living room. Faith worked on passing out the food – she always did. Jared and I, being first in line, made our way out with a plate for Sebastian pretty quickly.

We sat down on the floor as Vicky lifted West up, placing him in her lap as she smiled, scooping up some of the mashed peas and carrots – I think – and started to feed it to West. Sebastian took a plate from Jared groggily and started to shovel it down, quiet.

Sebastian was always quiet ["like that"] when Vicky or Misha were gone. They’d all grown rather close, closer then anyone – including themselves – had thought they would, and Sebastian was great with West. It was good to see something nice come out of this hell, and although things could sometimes be rocky between Genevieve, Jared and Richard, they ["the three of them"] were just as close. It was things like this that brought people together, or split them apart.

Like Danneel and I…

I shook my head and dug into the stew. I wouldn’t let myself go down that train of thought. these memories would only leave me a mess, and I didn’t have time to be a mess anymore. It had been a year, and one would've thought that the pain would've eased, but it hadn’t; not even a little bit. That was the worst part, knowing that as the time went on, the pain didn’t fade; I had to block it away or be consumed by it.

Dean was good at locking things away.

I finished rather quickly and leaned back against the couch, startling as fingers scratched against my scalp. I tilted my head back a little to see Sebastian smiling down at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. He didn’t stop and I didn’t move away; the feeling of his nails scraping against my skin felt nice, comforting. Sebastian was good at dealing with others' worry and sadness, but when it came to his own, he brushed most of it off.

It reminded me of the time when he’d found out just how many people didn’t like him. He’d made a post about it over twitter, brushing it off and thanking the fans he did have, but it had hurt. I remembered him talking to Misha about it and giving my own two cents on it. It was nice having him on set, he was a hoot and a half and if it wasn’t for the Apocalypse setting in, it would have been cool if he had returned to the show.

I yawned, but I wouldn’t be able to sleep, not until the others got back, until I knew everyone was safe.

Neither Mark nor Misha had said anything about casualties, and both of them seemed rather chipper, so I was pretty sure everyone was okay, but I wasn’t about to get my hopes up yet. They still weren’t back and anything could have happened between there and the gates. We knew it was only a matter of time till our hideaway was found and we were forced to move, but staying here was nice; none of us wanted to leave.

There was the sound of wood on metal and then laughter and talking as the group arrived. I stood up and made my way out the front door and down the steps before almost being bulldozed by a moose and a French man. I watched them with raised eyebrows as Jared lifted up Gen, kissing her passionately as she laughed, and Sebastian knocked Misha upside the head before kissing him.

Vicky was next, though she walked with a little bit more dignity, West on her hip as he made grabby hands towards his father. Misha scooped up the almost-two year old and rubbed their noses together, grin on his face. There was a squawking-yelp as Jared lifted Richard over his shoulder and the three of them made their way back inside, Gen smiling with an arm around Jared’s waist.

I waited, counting heads before getting a hug from Mark. I returned it, ruffling his hair before relaxing a little. I never got the same comebacks as the others with family, but Mark was always there with a hug and a smug look on his face. I shoved the British man on his shoulder before turning and making my back towards the house, Mark at my heels.

“I don’t know how much longer we're going to be able to stay here, the patrols are getting closer. We’ve also had to go farther and farther out for supplies and it’s starting to get dangerous. We might have to head down south towards the States borders.”

“Back home, but how safe do you think the States are? Canada is not as populated and it’s already pretty bad, the States would be crawling with them.” I counted and sat with my back against the wall beside the door, Mark sat to my left. “I’m not sure that’s wise.”

“There were almost more fans there, so I’m thinking maybe more people survived.” Mark countered, and I tilted my head a little, wondering if maybe he was right. In any case, it wasn’t something that was going to be decided tonight. Everyone had just got home, was hungry and was just thankful no one else was dead.

Proving my point, Mark got to his feet – line for food shorter now – and made his way over to it, stomach growling. I watched him and sighed, closing my eyes, rubbing my face. Mark was right about one thing: we’d have to leave, maybe not right now, but soon. Resources would run out and we’d have to make our way down south, towards the States.


I woke up in a soft, warm bed with a soft, warm body pressed against mine. I curled into it, a soft smile on my face as I ran blind fingers through her hair, tugging her in for a lazy kiss, my eyes fluttering open. My green gaze met hazel and my smile widened as the kiss went from lazy to passionate. She shifted, rolling over so he was straddling my hips and I chuckled, running my hands up and down her thighs.

“Morning.” I mumbled, moving to sit up a little, Danneel still in my lap. “Someone’s a little frisky.” I chuckled and kissed her again, a warm, bubbling feeling filling my chest.

“The sun is shining, birds are chirping, why wouldn’t I be?” she asked smoothly, nibbling the skin on my shin and staring up at me with playful eyes. “Unless you’re not up for it?” she teased softly and I rolled, flipping us over so I was on top, my hands on either side of her head, fingers tangled in the soft sheets.

“Now, what ever gave you that idea?” I kissed her softly, and then her chin, and then her neck, fingers working on the silk nightgown she wore, slipping it up over her head and cupping her breasts in my hand, squeezing them gently. “Is this up for it enough for you?” I smiled and she laughed, groaning lightly as she ground down against me before pulling me back up for a kiss.

She rolled over again, trapping me under her as she ground down her hips again, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. I smiled and ran my fingers down her back, hooking my thumbs in her panties and tugging them off as she raised her hips to allow the movement. I smiled and ran my fingertips feather-light over her ass cheeks, licking my lips when she shivered against me.

“I love you.” I whispered against her lips, nipping gently at her bottom one, flicking my thumbs over her nips, enjoying the soft groan it earned me. “You’re so beautiful.” I closed the distance, covering her lips completely with mine, eyes fluttering close as I pressed her against me.

Only the body had changed. No longer soft curves and breasts, but hard muscle instead. The smaller body was suddenly bigger, wider, not fat, just more filled out; male-like. I opened my eyes to see a smiling Mark Pellegrino staring at me. I let out a choked cry and shoved him back, but he only moved a few inches, locking his hips on mine. I tried to shove again, but he was impossible to budge; like a brick wall.

Like an angel.

“So, you’re this world’s Dean, or should I say… Jensen? I have to tell you, I’m not very impressed.” He wiggled a finger. “I was expecting resistance, for my takeover to be more difficult in a world where the supernatural was shoved in everyone's faces, but it’s dulled their belief.” He clicked his tongue. “They know what to do, but by the time they have the smarts to actually do anything about it, they are already dead.”

I stared up at him, my jaw a little slack, wheels turning in my head. This wasn’t Mark, this was something different, an angel. I had to be dreaming then, and the realization made me want to wake up, to be surrounded by the cold, the people; to forget this, the good times I’d had with her, the soft press of lips, the feeling of being loved.

“Oh, did I hit a sore spot? I thought you would’ve enjoyed spending some time with your wife.” Not-Mark chuckled and gripped my chin, tilting my head back a little so our eyes could meet. “You are not the Jensen she remembers, no, you remind me so much of Dean.” he tilted his head. “Is that it, you’re becoming him to cope?”

I gritted my teeth and glared up at him before letting out a startled sound as he kissed me, again. I shoved at his chest and arms, trying to force him off of me, but it only earned me a chuckle. I cursed and bit down on his bottom lip, trying to hurt him, to get him to pull back, but my efforts only ended in a soft groan.

My eyes widened and I shoved against him harder, and he finally pulled back. He licked at his bottom lip, catching some blood from his now bloody lip. I licked at my own subconsciously, the metallic tang of blood there. I stared up at him, panting heavily as I tried to buck him off of me, but he didn’t budge, not an inch; all it did was make me to start to get hard from the friction.

Damn it.

He chuckled and finally backed off, licking out at the blood on his bottom lip, causing the contents of my stomach to swirl a little before I scrambled back, away from him. He let me this time and I cursed, glaring heavily at him as he leaned back in so he was hovering above me a little, bending over to nuzzle my cheek, nose bumping my earlobe as he spoke in a low, dangerous tone.

“We’ll be seeing each other again soon.” He smirked and patted my cheek with his free hand before biting onto my neck, hard. I let out a shout as he broke the skin, his tongue lashing out to lap at the blood as it poured out…

I sat up, head-butting the person who was leaning over me. I cursed and fell back – hitting the back of my head off the wall – and cursed again, rubbing at my forehead. The man had tumbled back, and from what I could see in the slowly-growing light it had been Sebastian, who was nursing his own sore bump. He stared at me a little apprehensively before sitting up.

“Jensen, you alright?” he asked in that British tone of his and I nodded, yawning as I looked around. Mostly everyone was up, except those who had been part of the night watch. “You were tossing in your sleep, another nightmare about Danneel?”

I shook my head and got to my feet. “No - well, yes, Danneel was in it, but she wasn’t the bad part.” I murmured and sighed. “It was… it was Mark.”

“What about him?” Sebastian asked, sitting down. “Was this a memory of set, or…?”

“No, no, fuck, I wish it was.” I rubbed at my face, licking my lips as I tried to make sense of my dream. “I… me and Danneel were in bed, and we woke up, and then we were kissing, and then it wasn’t Danneel I was kissing.” I closed my eyes. “I swear, it was like what happened with Sam and Lucifer, one minute I’m with my wife, the next it’s Mark… and Mark was Lucifer…”

“What did you have before going to bed?” Seb asked, and his tone was half-playful, half-serious. “Jen…” he stopped, a look of contemplation on his face. “Well, it’s the Apocalypse, and no one has seen or heard from him… maybe he is Lucifer’s vessel, in this world, anyway… I mean he did play him, didn’t he? How ironic…”

“That’s not even funny, dude. If it went by what happened, would that make Jared his true vessel or whatever? And it would be Michael in my noggin molesting me to make me say yes, not Lucifer." I stopped, realizing exactly how much I had just given away.

“What type of a dream was this, Jensen?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow and I shot him a look before sighing.

“Me and Danneel were about to have sex, but that didn’t happen. And then it was him kissing me and then he stopped, taunted me and then kissed me again, so I bit on his bottom lip. That didn’t stop him, and then he did stop, and then I tried to wiggle out from under him, but that only… yeah, you get the point. Then he bit into my neck, like a friggen vampire. Then you woke me up.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow before shaking his head. “Should we tell the others? I think at least Jared, and maybe Richard. Misha may take this seriously, or he may just lighten the mood, which we could all use.” He smiled. “C’mon, we’ll all figure this out together.” And he stood up, holding out his hand.

That was Sebastian for you. In the light of anything horrible – that didn’t involve Misha, Vicky or West – he was the guy there ready to pick up your spirits. He was the one to get everyone together, start a laugh and cheer everyone up. We were lucky to have him; if it wasn’t for him, Mark, Misha and Richard, I’m pretty sure we would all have gone insane, and that wouldn’t have been cool, or helpful.

I smiled a little and let him pull me up to my feet. I straightened out my clothes before clasping a hand on his shoulder. We didn’t say anything, but we didn’t need to. He knew that I was thanking him, and the small nod of his head was him saying ‘you’re welcome’. That was that.

“You guys coming?” Richard called, poking his head in through the door. “Misha and Mark started a game of red rover, the children they are… I swear I had nothing to do with this!” He grinned. “So c’mon, get you’re lazy asses out here!” he winked before disappearing out through the door.

Seb and I exchanged glances, and he got that glint – he was spending way too much time around Misha and Jared – in his eyes and used our still-clasped hands to drag me unwillingly out the door.

I fought against him valiantly – damn Misha and his damn vocabulary – but in the end I lost. I got stuck between Vicky and Richard, across from Faith and Mark. Everyone was laughing and having fun, screaming when they couldn’t get through and Misha was cheating; everyone saw that coming. It was the first time that everything had seemed right since this whole stupid Apocalypse had started, and even if I knew it would never last – that’s just how things worked – it was nice to have it right now.

“-Jensen over!” Mark called out and I ran, heading straight for Misha and Seb who had locked their hands at the wrists, grins on their faces.

I didn’t get through – I had tried three times and had ended up on my ass for my troubles – but I was grinning too. I felt a little more like my old self, just hanging out with friends – and some fans, like a convention – in the chilly June cold. It was definitely something that made me forget about my dreams, and Mark, and how good – and wrong – it had felt to be like that with him. It made me forget about Danneel and how much I missed her reassuring words and soft touch.

Yeah, everything was pretty good, even if Misha’s team had won – he was cheating after all – and he rubbed it in all our faces. Of course he would rub it in our faces; he always used the “God” thing against us until we just wanted to shove him down a well. Jared had offered to do it, and Misha had just replied with a God comment and we all learned to shut up and ignore it.

Except for Sebastian who fed his ego, like he always did

A couple of days went by before the fort was attacked. We’d all been sure we could last out another few weeks, but we’d lost three people of the night guard. This prompted us into action, knowing that we’d have to move, and that we’d end up having to move towards the states, the one place I didn’t want to go.

If you ever watched horror movies, everything bad happened in the states, the apocalypse, huge storms, serial killers, killer bees, killer trees and flowers. None of this ever happened in Canada, so it was safe to say that this peaceful country was a secureplace to stay, but that was the movies and this was real life and Canada was no safer from an apocalypse then the U.S.A or Britain or Australia.

So we all worked on getting our things together.

Not everyone agreed with parting, and we were leaving a good chunk of our group behind, but what was left of the Supernatural actors and actresses, Faith, Jade and a few other fans, were coming with us. The ones staying were nice enough to let us take some of the food – enough to last us about a week, but we’d also have to hunt for our own – before waving us on our way.

We had some blankets and pillows to stay warm, and our own personal belongings, but we were very much on our own.

“David, set up the tarp, it looks like it’s about to rain.” Richard whispered loudly – how he could do that, I had no clue - and the man, a rare male Supernatural fan, ran off to do his bidding. “Faith, get the fire started, maybe some dinner?”

“Already on it!” She called out, bringing the pot with some meat in it over, placing it on the grate as Vicky started a fire. “Shouldn’t be too long, as long as this wind stays low, but looks like we might get a storm tonight. We should put up the side tarps as well.”

“I’ll get that.” Jade hummed and chased after David, a rare time when they were not within close proximity of each other. “Wait, where are they, Faith?” I shook my head and pulled them out from one of the sacks on the opposite side of camp and held them out. She zoomed over – quick for a short girl – and took back off, faced flush in embarrassment.

Sebastian walked over with Misha; West curled in between them as they tried to keep the youngster warm. I grabbed them a blanket, which they thanked me for, and watched as they settled into a snow-free patch of ground, snuggling the infant between them. Vicky walked over with a bottle, warmed by water, and handed it too them, smiling as she ruffled his hair before kissing both her men, and then rushed back to help Faith with food.

I got about setting up the defenses, devils traps, and sigils. Everyone was rushing about, setting up first and second watches. We’d camp the night and start moving again in the morning, hopefully finding somewhere warm to stay next time; hopefully the wind wouldn’t blow away our defensives. I sighed and grabbed the salt, bending down to mix it with the soil, watching as Jade and David set up the tent, sigils and traps spray-painted onto its sides.

The wind and chill died down a little as the tarps were hung up, cutting most of the outside world out. There were people positioned outside on guard, and they would rotate every few hours. It’s not like we had many people, but Richard, Faith, Gen and I would take the first shift and switch out with Jade, Misha, Mark and Sebastian in two hours. The next group would be David, Vicky and Jared and Jade was be the last group.

I took a stand by the north side of the tent – my guard - and held the shotgun in my hands securely. It had taken us all a while to really learn how to use them, but when the world is ending you learn quickly or die. We'd already had some weapons training, being on the show, but nothing professional. Still, the fact that the fans had learned as quick as they had, had been impressive.

I let out a sigh and leaned against a tree that was connected at one of the corner, ready to attack anything that came my way. I was awake and alive in the cold, sleep a distant throb in my head – I didn’t really want to sleep anyway, not if my dreams were the same.

The sound of snow crunching drew my attention.

“Richard.” I hissed out and when no one answered a little louder: “Richard.” I snapped, but still no one answered. “Faith?” I called behind me, and once again there was no answer. “Genevieve!” I snapped, louder now before whipping my head in the direction of the footsteps.

Lucifer leaned against the tree, still looking like Mark as he surveyed his fingers, looking bored with the situation before smiling. “Have you figured it out yet, Dean? You’re asleep again.” He paused. “Or, well, not really sleeping, more like everyone else isn’t aware of anything. Do you know how hard it is to track your little group down? What with all those wards, but now? Now it’s like a walk in the park.”

I glared at him, raising my shotgun and, knowing that it wouldn’t do anything, shot him in the leg. I wouldn’t shoot him in any way that would harm Mark. Still, the devil didn’t so much as twitch as he flicked a wrist, the gun flying from my hands and into a near-by tree, looking rather annoyed.

I was about to tell him where he could shove it before he thrust me harder into the tree, hand at my throat, pressing dangerously hard at my oesophagus, starting to cut off the air supply there, body flush against mine. His arm pressed closer, efficiently cutting off oxygen as his other hand slid up my chest, thumb brushing against my nipple, forcing me to release the air I had sucked in last minute with a startled gasp.

I squirmed, clawing at his arm, trying to suck in the air that my lungs were being denied, but he didn’t move. “Jensen, I can be kind, I am kind, but my patience, it can run short. I came here to talk nicely, and you shot me. Now, tell me, how is that fair?” He scolded and it was getting hard to hear him over the blood pounding in my ears. “Now, are you going to behave live a civil creature, or continue to act like a wild animal?”

I nodded, digging my nails into flesh, drawing blood as black dots swirled and my vision swam and this was it, I was going to die. Then he removed his arm and I sucked in that sweet, cold night air, a leg between mine and hand on my chest keeping me from collapsing into the snow. I coughed and glared up at him, letting my head fall back as my body screamed it’s unhappiness at me.

“What do you want?” It came out in a croak, throat still dry from the abuse. I swallowed, cleared it, and tried again. “You said you wanted to talk, well talk.”

“You see Jensen, this world is different. It’s not Magic-less, like in your little meta episode; oh yes, I did watch that TV show. You are missing much truth, but humans always cut out what they don’t like, it’s why most of the bible is crap.” He waved a hand, still pressed completely against me. “But I’m getting off track, what I wanted to talk to you about was this world. There is no Cage here, no monsters, no angels except the fallen ones who came through with me, and there is no God here, no Michael. I love my father and my brother but here, here I’m free.”

I watched as something flashed behind his eyes, something I couldn’t place, but his hands, his skin, were cold, so very cold.

“When I first came here, it was very, very quiet. It scared me at first, but I have come to enjoy the silence. You see, Dean, I am free in this world, no war, no cage, and no death. I could live here forever without worry.” He smiled and I stared up at him, shivering when his hand ghosted across my chest once again. “I could have anything in this world.”

“I’m not Dean.” I forced out, eyes locked onto the stormy blue ones that held just a hint of confusion. “You called me Dean, I’m not him.” I whispered, faulting a little as I felt my heart start to race, start to react to the cold hand on my chest, the arm nestled against my neck. “Don’t call me Dean.”

The devil sighed and leaned forward, placing his lips against mine. I let out a soft sound and moved my hands to his chest, pushing against the brick wall as he kissed me, slowly and gently. He didn’t stop, just the slow sweep of lips as I tried to push him away, push him off. I didn’t want this, I didn’t, so why were my pushes weaker than they should have been? Why did my breath fault as he slid his tongue past my lips that opened too easily for him?

I could feel my fight dying as my eyes slid shut, his tongue pressing all those sensitive spots in my mouth, like he knew just where to go, just the right place to touch to make me sing. I let out a soft whimper and tilted my head back just a little, easing the kiss as he gripped the back of my neck, holding our lips together.

Finally he pulled back, my breath coming out in gasping rushes as I bought to suck in the air I’d forgotten I needed during the kiss. I licked my lips, something earthy and cold, like I’d kissed a glacier, left behind. His lips didn’t go very far, I could feel my warm breath hitting his and coming back towards me as I stared up at him, eye-lids half-lidded with confusion and lust. I licked at my lips again, trying to get more of that almost addictive feeling.

“I did not want this world destroyed, I was going to watch it, watch it rise and fall, let you kill yourselves out like you will. The demons never got the memo, though that’s partly my fault, I don’t really tell them much. When I tried to right my wrong, one of my angels – Sammael – turned the demons against me, you see.” His arm moved from my neck to rest on the tree above my head; his fingers brushing through my hair. “He was the angel who took form of my serpent, the one who tempted Eve, such a poor, foolish, naive girl…”

He trailed off as if lost in memory before shaking his head and tugging on the ends of my hair, causing me to lift my head to stop the slight burn, but it felt nice, felt good, and damn-it, how did he know just where to touch?

“He and I are close, he is a right hand of my throne, and has been infused with ["so"] many of my crimes that some have even dared to call him me.” He chuckled darkly, nails scratching my scalp. “He is a magician, an angel of lies, of poison. That’s what Sam means, poison.” He hummed and pressed impossibly closer, moving his thigh against my growing hard-on. “He has taken control of my demons, spoken ill of me, saying I have not been myself since I arrived, that I should not be listened to, that it was for my good. They believe him, for our destinies, our lore; we are so intertwined one can not tell us apart at times.”

I stared at him, not sure what to say, or if I should say anything at all. I opened my mouth and closed it when Lucifer’s lips brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I shuddered at the feeling of his nails against my scalp, scratching more insistently and couldn’t help the soft sigh as my eyes fluttered closed once again. I shouldn’t be so calm, so controlled; I should have been fighting him, I shouldn’t have felt safe.

“You react just like he does.” Lucifer whispered against my lips. “You see, your show left out some interesting details . Dean and I, we had, a thing.” He waved his hand. “I wouldn’t exactly call it love, that man is so emotionally ruined, I don’t think he can truly love anyone but his brother anymore...” He smiled and I stared up at him, because he had to be kidding. It would explain it though, how he knew just where to touch, and his reactions… No.

“You don’t believe me, do you, Jensen?” Lucifer sighed and shook his head. “Then I am just going to have to show you.” he leaned over and pushed my shirt up. I tugged at his arms, fighting against him, and where had my jacket gone? “Stop fighting it.” He whispered and his words caused me to falter, to stop before starting up again; but it was too late.

Warm, wet heat wrapped around my nipple and my breath stuttered out in a choked-off moan. A devilish tongue – excuse the pun – wrapped around the hardened nub, lapping at it teasingly, pressing against it and swirling it as he sucked, tugging it to the point of painful before releasing it. He trapped it between his teeth, nipping and lapping at it until it was completely coated in saliva and moving on to do the same to the next.

I hit the back of my head against the tree, trying to stifle the moans and whimpers that were collecting in my throat. It was good, better then anything Danneel could have done. It was like Lucifer had spent hours and hours doing this to me, finding out just how to flick my nipple to make me scream, beg, to babble. How hard he could bite before it became painful, how far he could pull before I couldn’t take it anymore. I was pretty sure if he kept doing this I could have come from it alone, and that was embarrassing.

Instead he pulled back, flowing cold air over the soaked flesh, causing a shiver to run down my back, quickly followed by a groan as I looked down at the darkened nipple. I licked my lips, nibbling at them as I stared at him through a haze of want and need. I wouldn’t do anything about it, but the next time he kissed me, I kissed back with vigour, teeth and tongue fighting to break skin, to make him bleed.

He broke the kiss, letting my shirt fall back down as he watched me pant heavily into the cold night air. I sunk back against the tree in defeat and watched the small smile creep its way onto his lips. He leaned down to kiss me once more, chaste this time, slow and meaningful, full of something I was pretty sure was Love. But I wasn’t Dean, and I couldn’t be.

He stepped back completely and winked at me before disappearing in a torrent of snow; show off.

My knees buckled, sending me to the frozen floor. I groaned at the impact and could hear someone calling my name. I felt light-headed – what had he done to me? – and fell back against someone… small, Richard. I tilted my head back, staring blearily at the man, shaking – why was I so cold? – and let him pull me close. Faith dropped down in front of me, saying something, but couldn't understand what..

She cursed and grabbed something, one of her weird Wiccan herb remedy things that seemed to always work well, and pressed a vile to my lips. I tilted my head back as she moved her hand back and a warm, apple-like taste filled my mouth. I swallowed and shivered, feeling the warmth from the liquid and blinked. I felt better now, not completely, I was still trembling, but I didn’t feel like I was going to pass out either.

Vicky came around the side and wrapped me in a blanket – was I losing seconds, when did I get inside, when did Sebastian get so close? – and bundled me up against my ex co-worker. I allowed myself to be tucked in close, my eyes drooping. I felt warmer now that I was inside, and the arms and bodies surrounding me – there were more – helped with my slowly-rising body temperature. I let out a yawn and closed my eyes, drifting off into a deep sleep.


I woke up to realise that I hadn’t had a single dream, only the echo of laughter and chill. I struggled against the bodies pinning my now sweaty body. I sighed and elbowed Sebastian in the ribs, earning a grunt of disapproval as he kneed me in the ass. Ow. I wrinkled my nose and stared at Gen, who was curled up against my front, deeply in sleep, and I was pretty sure the person laughing was Mark.

“Warm?” He chuckled and sipped at something – most likely tea – from a cup as Faith worked beside him on breakfast. “You sure had a rough night, almost froze there. Now, how did that happen?” He swirled the liquid in his cup. “It was like we’d dragged you from an icy lake, only you were dry.”

“Lucifer burns cold, doesn’t he? It was Lucifer.” She ducked her head and picked at the… what ever that was in the frying pan. “How long have you been dreaming about him?”

“You know, you’re not allowed to be so smart.” I didn’t bother denying it; it would have just gotten me in more trouble. “A couple of days now, and this was the first time he visited me out of them.” I rubbed my face and sighed. “He… he says he doesn’t want this, that a fallen angel is doing this, someone named Sammael or something.”

“Sammael is one of Lucifer’s right hand angels; he fell with him, and in lore he's even referred to as Satan himself.” Faith stated. “He is a seriously messed up fallen, his name meaning poison.” She tilted her head. “I think that’s all I can remember. But if someone was fucking around with the demons under his nose, that would be the only one I could see getting away with it. If Lucifer suddenly started sprouting about no longer wanting the apocalypse and Sammael used the demons' frustration and puzzlement to his advantage, I could see it.”

“He said basically the same thing.” I sighed and rubbed at my face.

Lucifer was the devil, though, the lord of lies. He could say anything, just about, to try and get us to believe him, to let him in. He could be using this as a ploy to get in my pants for Christ's sake; not that I really understood everything behind that, other than the fact he and Dean supposedly had a thing. I had to believe that though, the Dean in me was screaming ”It makes sense”; not that it really did.

I groaned and leaned my head back against Sebastian’s forehead, causing the older man to wake up. He blinked into my hair - it was an odd thing to feel - before pretending to hack on it. It wasn’t really that long, though it had grown out more since the Apocalypse, but it wasn’t as bad as Jared’s mane. Jared’s hair was just out of control and could be filed under mullet almost. Not that it was that long, Gen was keeping it a little in check, but it was still ridiculous.

“I hope you know you sweat on me during the night.” Sebastian stated. “I am so wet I’m surprised I’m not the one with pneumonia.” He rolled away from me and the cold hit me like a freight train, temporarily rendering me useless. “Bloody hell it’s cold!”

“No fucking kidding, get back here.” I snagged his shirt and pulled him back. “Rather be sweating than freezing.” I murmured and scowled as he chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh shut up, the sweat isn’t helping the cold any, you know… you’re shaking, you're just as cold!”

“Well, if someone wouldn’t have sweat on me all night long, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be soaked and cold.” He pointed out. “And neither would you, considering you’re just as wet. You almost froze to death on us last night, how did that happened anyway?”

“Uh…” Was my brilliant reply as I felt my cheeks grow warm. I could still feel his lips around my nipples, his tongue teasing the hardened nubs and… no, I couldn’t think about that. No here, in front of everyone, I had to play this cool, come up with some sort of excuse; some sort of lie. “He had me pinned against a tree, and the angle had my shirt up, and he’s cold, really cold and-”

“Lying won't make things better, Jensen.” A voice called, and everyone’s attention was drawn to the opening of the tent, where Lucifer leaned against the tarp, somehow not falling over. “He didn’t believe that Dean and I had been together before I came here, so I showed him just how sensitive his nipples were… with my mouth.”

I could feel my face heat up as I gaped at him. He just continued to smirk, as if this was some sort of game and he was winning; both were very likely. I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath, trying to calm myself, but the sound of Sebastian and Misha – he was apparently awake now – caused me to turn around and reach for the nearest object – a pillow – and throw it in their direction. It clipped Sebastian’s elbow and missed Misha entirely, but I felt a little vindicated.

“Just how sensitive are his nipples?” Mark asked, and really, what the hell?

“Um, is no one else a little freaked out about the fact that the devil is in our tent?” Faith called out and Jared, Vicky, Gen and I all raised our hands. “Good, at least there are some sane people still left in our group.” She whispered.

“There is no reason to get trigger happy now, Jared.” He flicked his wrist and the gun in his hand went flying. “Not that it would work. I am not here to do you any harm, I am here for your help. You see, you are about the only capable beings left on this planet that may even consider helping me. What I stated was all true, I do not wish to end this world, and if you help me take back my throne, I will make sure you can all go back to populating the earth, until you inevitably die out like the dinosaurs.”

“How do we know you’re not just lying?” Genevieve asked, bless her soul. “For all we know, you could be weaselling your way in to molest Jensen some more, and kill us all off, get the strongest batch of us off so you can have your paradise.” She crossed her arms. “I don’t trust you.”

“As much as I agree with Gen,” Faith sighed, “Lucifer doesn’t lie. If this is indeed the Lucifer from Supernatural, then he hates liars. He’s telling the truth, and as much as I still don’t trust him, we can at last agree that he’s telling the truth about what happened with the demons. Besides, I’m good at reading people, Misha can never lie to me.”

“The human girl is telling the truth. I do not lie, I hate liars, so fair warning to any who try and lie to me; I will smite you.” he looked down at his fingers bored. “But I am up for ‘molesting’ Jensen more; he seemed to like it.” He grinned and I fought back a second blush, lost and grumbled, glaring at Sebastian’s smirk.

“No, seriously you two, you can look a little more shocked that the devil is in our friggen tent.” Misha shrugged and Sebastian mirrored that movement. “How are you two even alive?”

“You know, you’re sounding more and more like Dean every day.” Misha pointed out. “Might want to keep that in check, Lucifer might now be able to keep his hands off you.” he winked and okay, I could see why Misha wasn’t fazed, not much got under his skin, not that he showed anyways; and well, Sebastian had been spending too much time around him, and in his bed.

I sighed and closed my eyes. “He’s not allowed to touch me anymore, he almost gave my hypothermia, or did, no more.” I grumbled and pushed myself up to my feet. “And if you are going to be working with us, we are going to have to set some ground rules. Number one, no more molesting Jensen.” He looked to the others. “No using your angelic powers to harm anyone, you follow our rules, and we give the orders, you follow.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, but I didn’t back down. “There will be no smiting, even if someone lies to you. You will respect everyone here, and no. Molesting. Me.” I sighed and rubbed at my face. “In dreams or out.” I ignored all the looks that everyone gave me. “And, you have to swear this by your Grace.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, obviously not liking the idea, but everyone nodded in agreement. “It is the only way we can fully trust you.” Faith pointed out. “And since you need our help and not vice versa, I think you should do it. We want this war to end just as much as you, but how we do it, either in your favour or not, depends on you.”

“For a human, you sure have a big mouth, and a lot of guts.” Lucifer spoke and Faith just laughed.

“I always considered myself a mixture between Dean and Gabriel. Thick-skulled, mule-headed and a Trickster at heart.” She waved it off. “But it’s as good a deal as any, take it.”

“Fine.” He stood up. “I swear by my Grace I will not use my angelic powers on anyone, unless they wish me to. I swear by my Grace that I will follow your rules and commands, as long as they do not intend for me to kill myself, or go on a suicide mission. I swear by my Grace not to smite anyone who lies to me and to respect those who show respect to me. And lastly, I swear by my Grace not to touch Jensen in any way he does not wish, in his dreams or out.”

I had a bad feeling he had just loop-holed the shit out of half of my rules, but it was as good as I was going to get. I watched him shiver, most likely feeling the effects of his vows and smirked. There was a reason you took vows on weddings, and figured that vowing by Grace was something big.

I made my way over to Vicky, Jade and Faith, grabbing a bowl for the meat and broth that was in the frying pan. Lucifer stayed off towards the entrance before disappearing out. I twitched, itching to follow him, but held back those urges. Following him would get me nowhere, and possibly pinned to another tree.

I sighed and wrinkled my nose before relaxing back against the ground. We’d be heading out soon, so it didn’t matter much. Once we got moving, Lucifer would probably disappear – if he hadn’t already – and I could stop feeling the need to be so close to him, to dig under his skin and find out what made him tick. Or scream, or moan, and all those other bad thoughts that were going to get me into deep, deep trouble.

I blamed Dean for all this.


Lucifer didn’t leave.

He walked with us, staying off to the outskirts of the group, circling us. He was alert though, like he expected to be attacked at any moment – which he could be – his fingers twitching. He looked uneasy about walking, and that may have been why he was constantly moving from one place to the other. This made me wonder why he was doing it, why he didn’t just disappear and wait for us to make camp again. It wasn’t like we had angelic sigils hiding us from angels.

I filed those questions away for later as a cold chill set into the air, the wind picking up the snow and causing our vision to decline rapidly. It wasn’t a blizzard per say, or really at all; it was strange, weird, unnatural. Something was here, something was happening. I pressed closer towards the group and Lucifer, eyes scanning the area as he all moved into a tight circle. We were all on guard, and the only one not close was Lucifer.

“Someone is watching us, something is here. What, I don’t know.” I called out to Misha who nodded and looked to the other side. “Lucifer’s picked it up too… where the hell did he go?” I looked around before jumping as I noticed him right beside me. I fought back a yelp and swallowed a scream. “Lucifer… what the hell?”

“There is something here, demons, this is an ambush, be ready to fight.” He whispered before taking off once again. I opened my mouth to protest before cursing. I took out a dagger, a mixture of salt and holy water and the incantation that was filed away in my head.

Everyone else was getting just as prepared, some with home-made weapons, some with just salt and holy water. We’d made sure everyone memorized the exorcising ritual, till we all knew it off by heart. It was easier that way, than lugging around paper and books that could get knocked from our hands. That was one thing Sam had an advantage with before Dean learned it; knowing that stupid thing off by heart.

Part Two