Angelology

Chapter Forty Two: The Last Dance Part Three

The sky was rumbling loudly, and the people at the classroom started to whisper hurriedly in panic. "Hey, princess," he'd say, on her head, "I'll see you soon princess. I've missed you. Your voice, your determination to end me, those little stuff." It was already getting on her nerves, but she wouldn't show it, nor speak about it. Instead, she helped Dean draw sigils behind papers pasted on the walls, and she even drew the anti angel sigil with blood from her left hand. Some of the people who used to be her best friends looked at her in horror, specially David, as she cleaned her bloodied hand and proceeded to cure it before it was infected. She acknowledged their awkwardness and she only smiled and muttered a little, "It's fine."

To Dean, it wasn't fine. He watched Gabriel closely, not entirely because he was suspecting he would help his brother Lucifer, no, mostly because he didn't chit chat about Sam's whereabouts. And although Delilah tried to calm him, telling him Sam was at Bobby's, different, weird scenarios came over and over to Dean's brain. He just hoped Sammy was okay. But that giant would have been of very much help.

The bags of salt were nearly finished, and the classroom was provided a new look with art made by Dean, Delilah and even Gabriel who cooperated in the set of graffiti that were lustrously showing off at the walls. Delilah sighed in exhaustion and slid her hand on her pocket just to feel the four rings. She smiled at Gabriel who handed her a cherry gum that she declined, nicely. He decided to give it to Dean, then.

And they waited.

The wait wasn't long. A loud knock on the door was answered by Gabriel who, with a quick movement, shoved in a boy, and walked him into the demon's trap. The boy wasn't from around, he looked about Delilah's age and smiled menacingly.

"Take a look outside," Delilah asked her brother and angel as the voice in her head, the voice of Lucifer, commanded her to, "please. I'll be fine, I have the knife, Dean." Dean wasn't a hundred percent sure, nor was Gabriel, but they did as told. Her brain was beating hardly, her vision was blurry even with the contacts on, but she kept a steady pace walking towards the boy, who smiled brightly with crooked, yellow teeth. Delilah sighed and demanded to know where was He.

But the demon just smiled and didn't answer.

She showed the demon killing knife to him and asked if he recognized it. He nodded, his smile never faltering. Delilah threatened him with it, and asked, once again, where was Lucifer.

But the demon, once again, just smiled and didn't answer. 

Her nerves were starting to rush, the blood on her veins felt hotter than ever and his voice started to talk again on her head: "Raise your hand at him, breathe in deeply, and look at him concentrated. Then, wish with all your strenght for him to be out, out of that body and into Hell. Do well, girl."

She knew she probably would look mad, but she did anyways. No results. She just rolled her eyes and continued threatening the guy with the knife, with holy water and salt down his throat, but nothing, he kept smiling and, occasionally, chuckling. She was mad, angry, the blood on her veins was rushing and she felt it; and she felt the power in her lungs, in her aching heart, and she raised her hand once again. The demon crouched in front of her, and she closed her hand. The boy shrieked in pain and his eyes turned completely black. His smile finally faded away and she kept pushing. He was down on the floor completely bowing at her.

"Your highness," he finally said, between soft cries of pain. Delilah's eyes twitched and looked at him confused, "Queen of Hell."

"No," she answered, " wrong."

"No," he answered, "right," he told her smiling and soon enough, the black smoke left the boy too quickly for her to understand what was happening. Her friends looked at her confused but it was changed by a sudden feel of panic and the were watching right behind her. She walked a couple of steps to the front before slowly turning around. 

Let's face he was a charming, adorable, little ball of trouble. He was smiling, truly happy of seeing her.

"Finally I get to see you," he says as he walked towards the back door, "Delilah Winchester."

"I'm sorry I can't actually say the same," a pause before deciding to say his name, because she will sound crazy to the others, calling a random guy 'Lucifer.' She decided to be polite to him anyways, "Lucifer." Loud gasps were heard but she wanted to ignore them.

Using the voice a child would use when his or her mother wouldn't buy candy, Lucifer pouted as he opened the door and Dean and Gabriel walked in confused, "Why not? Thought we were special friends! Gabriel, brother," he said, his voice becoming normal again and smiling. Gabriel rolled his eyes and walked towards Delilah. "Where's Sammy, Dean?" Dean didn't answer but raised an eyebrow to him.

"Open the gate, Delilah" Gabriel whispered and she was prepared.

"You don't want to do that," Lucifer said and Delilah froze. Gabriel sighed loudly and smiled at his brother, a sarcastic, player, Trickster smile.

"Lucifer, you're my brother and I love you, but you are a big bag of dicks," not only Delilah, but even Dean and some of the students chuckled awkwardly.

"I love you too brother. But I was having such a nice chat with the future Queen of Hell," Lucifer answered, walking slowly towards them. Gabriel nodded at Delilah who walked to the edge of the room. Dean flinched uncomfortably and cleared his throat, "Oh Delilah, honey, you haven't told him?" Delilah looked at Dean and he just looked at her confused. She shrugged and he smiled lightly. 

"She won't be, not as long as I'm alive," Gabriel answered and Dean walked towards Delilah. He grabbed her arms tightly and she looked at him confused, when she looked back at Gabriel and Lucifer, there were two Gabriel. A Gabriel was approaching Lucifer from behind, an angel blade finally visible, as the other Gabriel, kept talking to Lucifer. The real Gabriel, the one with the blade smirked at Delilah and winked at her. She wasn't able to speak nor move.

"Brother, sometimes you forget that," Lucifer said clearly and just when Gabriel was about to stab him, he turned around and stabbed Gabriel instead. Delilah gasped loudly and Dean held her tighter than before, "you learned all your tricks from me, little brother."

"No!" Delilah screamed as Gabriel fell on his knee, "No!" her voice was breaking, "Gabriel!" Dean finally let her go and she fell on the floor. Slowly, she crawled near Gabriel and held his head, "No, no, no, listen to me, everything will be fine. We'll get Castiel, okay," she was desperate.

"He won't come," Gabriel said smiling, " he hates me."

"Then Balthazar will come, he will heal you, he will. Gabriel stay with me, listen, it'll be fine," she was crying and Gabriel just shook his head softly.

"I love you, Delilah Winchester." The light was bright, coming out from his wound, from his eyes, everywhere. Delilah hugged him tightly and kept crying and shouting, on the floor, as Lucifer vanished and everyone just looked at her, kissing Gabriel's vessel's corpse on the forehead repeatedly.

"Don't leave me."