Light-bearer 2/3-4
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mangacat201Title: Light-bearer
Author: Mangacat(201)
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, Lucifer
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2140
Disclaimer: Of course they belong to the Krip of all people… sheesh. And yeah, that money trail passes me by so thoroughly…
Warnings: SPOILER for season FOUR, post 4.22 Lucifer Rising.
Summary: And it is written that the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in hell… and the first demon shall be the last seal. Lucifer himself however, has something to say about how the story begun… and where it goes to finish.
First part
He awoke with a dizzy rush of awareness and while he blinked the heavy sleep from his eyes, he took stock of his surroundings. Sam sighed deeply while Dean muttered under his breath and the car was still running fast, eating up the miles. But something had changed, something important that … right there was light. Light flooding in through the windows, beams and jets and rays of it, all tracing back to a big golden, red and amber ball rising over the ragged edges of the mountains, flooding the earth with brightness in every which way.
“Oh.”
Dean threw him a sideways glance and a slight smile tugged at his lips.
“You awake, sport?”
“This is the first time I have seen the sun rising since I made it.”
The stunned silence in the car grew to epic proportions until Dean sputtered:
“You made the sun?”
“Well, you didn’t think our Father would do all by himself, now did you? The purpose of my creation is light. I caged the light and heat in the sun of this cosmos and bore it all the way down here to the virgin earth for the soil to flourish and the eternal darkness to fade. It was a long way from there and it took even longer to find that little spark of life that my Father had intended to grow and become what is his most prized creation. But I of all the heavenly creatures managed and therefore I was his favourite among them.”
He watched Sam and Dean exchange a glance at that, but he couldn’t fathom what it meant. They drew sharp breaths and then seemed to relax at the same time. Sam ruffled his hair again and presented him with a tight smile.
“Well, you can watch the sun all day, if you want to.”
“All the way until it sets?”
“Yes, all the way.”
He contemplated the prospect for a little bit in an attempt to reign in the feeling of utter delight that tingled at all his senses. When he thought he could speak without his voice cracking, he looked up to Sam.
“I think, I’d like that.”
Sam’s smile grew a bit wider and more earnest and somehow it made him happy that his joy could be the cause of a lightening mood for others. He knew great power and turmoil waged war in Sam’s core and felt the vestiges of it to the outer stretches of his mind. Something made him frown a little, there was a wrong note in the harmony here and looked over to Dean, his hands tense around the wheel and shoulders rigid against the driver’s seat, he felt that…
“…something is not quite right though.”
He tried to concentrate on what it was that struck a wrong chord in their tune and when heard the deep rumble of the engine he found it out of place all of the sudden, as if he heard it for the first time. He stretched his hand to the dashboard and from his touch change spread out in the blink of an eye.
Dean let out a shocked yelp and the sleek black car swerved dangerously on the empty road until he had his fingers wrapped securely around the wheel again and steadied their drive on the right lane. His eyes flitted frantic all over, then to the road and then back to him and for the first time, he locked his gaze directly onto his eyes.
“What the hell…”
“This is the right one, it is not? It sounds that way…”
“Holy shit, warn a dude next time before you re-atomize the wheels under his ass, would you?”
He shook his head softly in confusion before sliding down from Sam’s lap to sit in the free space between the two of them.
“You longed for it, did you not? Besides, this is much better.”
That seemed to shut Dean up and solicited a chuckle from Sam, who turned to him.
“However much I appreciate Dean getting his sweet ride, can we agree not to do things like that when other people are around?”
He pondered the question for a minute; then looked back up to Sam.
“Why?”
“Because things like that normally don’t happen in this world – at least out in the open – and it freaks people out. We would have a hord with torches and pitchforks on our ass as fast as you can snap your magic little fingers. No we want to stay as unknown and unremarkable as we possibly can, understood?”
“What Dean wants to say is, these kinds of powers are not known to mankind and they tend to react unfavourable to things they don’t understand. And to help you reach your goal, we have to be free to move however we will. The best way to do that is to stay out of their sight and out of their mind by being nothing special.”
He wanted to argue about being nothing special, but by mentioning his quest Sam made him realize that he might outclass them in rank and power alone, but that they had an advantage on him that would weigh heavy on his success – the knowledge of the mortal plane and the tidings of humanity. Therefore he conceded with a nod to signal them his trust in their abilities to guide him.
He contented himself watching the sun, his own creation, with rabid fascination as it slowly rose on its eternal trail up to the sky, leaving the mountain ridges behind to shine in all its divine glory upon the earth that warmed and bloomed and bustled with activity because of it. Soon however a loud gurgling sound ripped him out of his musings and when Sam and Dean chuckled he realized that he himself was the very cause of it.
“I completely agree with you, sport, I could use some breakfast too.”
Sam nodded and added: “And some clothes before we can go anywhere near a diner. There was a sign for a small town some three miles ahead where we should find these things easily enough.”
“But remember, no funny business when we’re with other people, alright?” Dean scolded.
He nodded solemnly. He didn’t want the other humans to be afraid or shun him when he was trying to discover the mystery behind what made them so favourable. Which brought him to a very important question.
“Why are you two not afraid of me?”
Dean looked at him then back at the road.
“Honestly? We thought you’d be bigger. But all in all, we really don’t think about it.” The unspoken consequence hung in the air like stifling fog.
“What about what I can do?”
Sam answered this time: “You know, we’ve seen so much more of the world than most people ever will in their entire lives and either you accept it and embrace it, or you go out sooner rather than later.”
He looked over at Dean at those words and saw the man tense and forcibly relax again, obviously set on not taking the bait. Before anyone could say any more, they passed through borders of the little town and Dean concentrated on finding a store where they could pick up some clothes.
The car stopped at the curb in front of a cheerfully laid out shop window that praised all sorts of high trends for kids. They got out of the car and Sam picked him up again easily while he looked around curiously at all the people that were milling about without paying any attention to them. When they entered the store, Dean rounded up a pretty and bouncy sales assistant whom he fed a story about how they had been swimming when something had run rampage in their camp and the backpack with all the little boy’s stuff had been dragged into the woods and…
“… so we are in dire need of your help to pick something out to last him over the next two or three days until we get home again.”
It was pretty much the most implausible thing one could come up with, but somehow the woman seemed more interested in Dean’s smile and his lazy drawl instead of paying attention to what he had to say. He was surprised when she scuttled off to collect some things for him to try on. He addressed Sam:
“She really bought that? That was the most ridiculous tale I’ve ever heard.”
Sam chuckled before setting him down on the ground and settling on one knee next to him, his hand firmly holding the lapels of the jacket closed that now fell down nearly to his ankles.
“Well, you know, Dean has a way with women that makes them forget what comes out of his mouth instantly. That’s just his charm.”
“Hmmm.”
The woman came back with a heap of clothes that made her arm vanish up to her shoulder. He was ushered into the changing room and had Sam help him put on the shirts and pants one after the other until they found some pieces that fit and didn’t make Dean’s eyes bulge from looking at the price tag. He was amazed at the feel of the cloth on this skin and couldn’t stop rubbing at everything, but finally he decided on an outfit he would wear for the day. It consisted of some dark jeans, a charcoal t-shirt and a red-and-green plaid shirt, completed with a set of new sneakers. When they went to pay all the stuff he was even allowed to sit on the counter to watch the woman scan the little pieces of paper on each item with rabid fascination. The shop assistant had gushed over his apparent cuteness and the perfect fit of the clothes all the time and even now she chattered away like a whole herd of geese, startling out of his reverie by addressing him.
“He’s such an adorable little thing, so sweet and patient, like he’s never been clothes shopping before. What’s your name, sweetie?”
“Lucifer.”
Her eyes widened comically and she looked at Sam and Dean gaping, who matched her deer-in-the-headlights expression perfectly.
“Uhm…”
Dean recovered faster and threw her a blinding smile.
“Sorry, his name is Luke, really.”
She giggled and threw him a wink.
“Well, aren’t you a cheeky little devil?” She completely missed the two men cringe heavily. “How old are you?”
“Four billion five-hundred-sixty-seven million and three-hundred-twenty-nine-thousand years and half a day.”
Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Sam holding up four fingers and the woman laughed out loud.
“That’s a really big number for you, little guy.”
“He’s very good with numbers.”
Her eyes twinkled at him as she packed the last shirt into a bag.
“Sure he is. You’ve got such an adorable little family. I bet your daddies are really proud of you, right?”
He frowned a bit confused and looked over to Dean, who was scratching the back of his head, and Sam, who just shrugged with a little helpless ‘uhm’, before picking him up from the counter and settling him on his hip. When the shop girl beamed enthusiastically at them, they all smiled back obediently, thanked her for her help and after Dean had given her a little plastic card and scrawled something on a piece of paper, they left the shop a few bags heavier and settled back into the car. He turned the ignition and the deep rumble of the engine drawled from under the hood. While he reversed and watched out of the back for upcoming traffic, he remarked:
“I think you should stop introducing yourself like that. Your real name comes with a special brand of history, you know? Best we stay with Luke, it’s short and inconspicuous, alright?”
He didn’t really understand what Dean meant apart from the bit he had said earlier about how he was supposed to destroy the world and someone must have been seriously misinformed on that one. But he had seen the reaction of the woman in the shop and he supposed there might be merit in Dean’s thoughts.
“Also, that was not your real age, was it?”
“No,” Dean huffed out a slight laugh at that, “it was only from when we had the means to start counting.”
He watched Dean sputter and flail his hand around in obvious frustration. The sight made a bubbly feeling rise up in the pit of this stomach to pass through his throat and erupt as a fluttery little giggling sound out of his mouth. It felt very strange, but exhilarating and pleasant.
“Did you just giggle? Man, I swear that is the single most disturbing thing I have experienced in my life, ever.”
And that right there? Made him giggle some more.
part three