Singer-Auto-Salvage

Bobby was torn, he wanted to punch the kid but all he could do was pull him into a hug. After all, who was he to yell? He had his own secrets to mind.

Update mon evening. Have to tear out part of front bath and ceiling above the kitchen. So far it looks like just the corner. But still out of the frying pan into the flood. Help if you can, signal boost if you will.

Luci sat down next to John, "Do you think...if I leant her some of my strength, she might be able to spar her own energy and...be with you?"

“No. The binding makes us inseparable. Her body died a long time ago. I’m a lot older than I look.”

Luci gave a nod, looking across the dilapidated building. He sat in silence for a while.

“Anyway, the binding is simple enough. It’s a spell I cast an then then we lock it with the sigil. My friend Robert makes holy water markers for spells.”

"Just tell me what you need me to do and I can help," Luci offered out his help.

With the last stroke of the pen, astra faded into him again and his blue eyes were back, though they bore brimstone flecks. He dumped the pen in the bowl and upended it to quench the fire, collapsing into a sobbing heap on the floor.

Luci sat down, letting out a long breath. He felt...drained...somehow. Tired and worn out. But he pushed it aside, watching John.

Luci sat down next to John, "Do you think...if I leant her some of my strength, she might be able to spar her own energy and...be with you?"

“No. The binding makes us inseparable. Her body died a long time ago. I’m a lot older than I look.”

Luci gave a nod, looking across the dilapidated building. He sat in silence for a while.

“Anyway, the binding is simple enough. It’s a spell I cast an then then we lock it with the sigil. My friend Robert makes holy water markers for spells.”

"Just tell me what you need me to do and I can help," Luci offered out his help.

With the last stroke of the pen, astra faded into him again and his blue eyes were back, though they bore brimstone flecks. He dumped the pen in the bowl and upended it to quench the fire, collapsing into a sobbing heap on the floor.

Luci sat down, letting out a long breath. He felt...drained...somehow. Tired and worn out. But he pushed it aside, watching John.

I get that, I would say season seven tbh but after that they kinda jumped the shark.

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

w-what if potato is actually lucky

Bobby paused. “Robert Singer, friends call me Bobby. With a comment like that I take it you ain’t vegan (non hunter).” He carefully put down the bag balanced on his shoulder. “Well, that part is true, I was run off the road, but it was what happened after what got me in trouble.”

“One could say I’ve seen a thing or two,” he glanced at the bag before he moved into the kitchenette. He pulled down another glass, pouring a generous amount of whiskey into it, setting the glass down before Bobby, “I am Lucifer Morningstar, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”

He frowned. If it was the real luci they might have some issues since luci had made him what he was. “Got bit by a werewolf.” I figure I got about three hours fore I’m howlin at the moon.” He took the proffered drink. “Hunter’s watch sucks.”

Bobby looked at the applicator for a moment he was hesitant, but there wasn’t much for it, try luci’s miracle cure or colloidal silver.

Bobby slid into a seat. He took stock of what was going on and tried to decide if it was going to be a summon or a conjure.

“I ain’t changing’ won’t let it go that far.” Bobby said. He did take a couple sips. Not as horrible as he thought but pretty bad. “Without my necessary, I tend to be pretty bad when I change. An I may not hurt you, but I can hurt others.

“We are quite far from the nearest town. You won’t be leaving this cabin until the sun rises, anyway,” he sat down with a fresh glass of alcohol, “There are leftovers in the fridge, if you are feeling peecish. Help yourself.’

He got himself some food. “But you ain’t understanding. I ain’t staying here forever, and if you let me loose even with the sun up, come next moonrise and I’ll kill. I can’t have that kinda collateral.”

“There has to be a way,” he tapped the glass and then stood up, rolling his shoulders a little, “Right. Fundamentals…There is always a choice. An alternate path. You can choose the beast or seek a way to return to being just a man.”

“I don’t stay dead.” Bobby didn’t mean to just drop that like a stone. “But the return ain’t fun though you may find it instructive.”

“Impossible. All humans die and stay dead,” he stared at Bobby in confusion, “Well, other than Cain, but that was a one off sort of deal…and he is dead now. Wanker,” he grumbled.

Bobby laughed bitterly, stuck between awe and abject horror he sat there hand outstretched not quite touching the feather. The creature he was bound to writhed. And the celestial power hurt as much as it healed

Bobby nodded. He didn’t have words not only because it wasn’t often you saw an angel’s wings, fallen or not, but the closeness of the celestial power hurt and it made the absence of his soul throb even more as the bounty hunter tried to avoid contact with it.

He took Bobby’s arm as gently as he could, his hands glowing brightly. Luci concentrated as hard as he could, forcing the magic to heal the arm into what it was supposed to be. The bones joined, the muscles attached correctly. Nerve endings and flesh.

The bounty hunter shrank back. It healed but there was pain as the celestial magic collided with his infernal nature. And of course human pain. He screamed as the bone came back into the correct shape.

Bobby caught his breath and nearly collapsed. “‘Mind me not to do that again.” He muttered. His arm was healed, it didn’t seem that he was turning, but it felt to him like something was very wrong.

He extended and flexed the arm noting that the veining was gone. “Dunno if it fixed me or jus’ delayed it, but I kinda feel it ain’t somethin to do again soon.”

“Even if it is merely delaying the lycanthropy, then that at least gives you some time,” Luci looked over, washing things up now, “At least you can get a good night’s rest. I’ll take the pull-out if you want the bed. Doesn’t matter much to me.”

“Nonsense, been sleepin on couches for thirty years.” He wasn’t sure if the Lycanthropy was gone but he knew he didn’t feel good. He also didn’t want to tell his host that he didn’t sleep.

“I’ll just get some things for the pull-out then. I should have some spare pillows,” he dried off his hands, heading down into the hall. Luci rummaged in one of the hallway closets before carrying out a stack of blankets and a few pillows. 

Bobby made like he was going to sleep but he’d probably just fill in his journal and do some study. Cause this weren’t the luci he knew. And the more he knew about his own condition the less he liked it. He didn’t bother with the sigil since he didn’t feel the bounty hunter, and that was what worried him.

Luci nodded, turning off the main lights before padding to his room. Up the stairs he went, the floor not even creaking. There were the soft rustlings of someone getting into bed, then long silence.

“Ain’t been able to sleep pas’ five in decades. So I was doing some lore readin’. Silver tested myself this morning, kinda par for the course after a bite, was spectin black, maybe red, but it came back normal. So I ain’t gonna turn, but I got some bad news with that good. My healin’ is already slowin’ an’ my skin’s getting ashen an cold. So we stopped one issue an started another. My infernal went to sulk an left me by my lonesome.”

“I dunno, he’s a bit tetchy he don’t like angel power much. I ain’t never gotten him back any sooner than he wants to be back. But that leaves me with a worse problem. Without him I’m an animated corpse an’ you know what happens to them when they run out of power? They go revenant. What’s dead should stay dead.”

“Yeah,” Bobby nodded “figured, since our luci is in the pit an weren’t at all nice. He tried to take over the world so we stuck him in timeout with Michael.” He sighed, “Anyway, I got bout a week fore it gets bad, at the rate I’m cooling.”

“I dunno about that.” Bobby said. “I’m just afraid that anything we do will make him stay away which gets me in some hot water. Las time he left me hi an dry I had a face-to-face with the powers what be. An they were not easy on us.”

“Well, I can’t really go and fetch your soul. Last few times I tried that…it didn’t end well,” he frowned, “And that was on my own Earth were I was still King of Hell.”

Bobby laughed. “My soul is bound you wouldn’t be able to bring it back to me. The bounty hunter has it. The thing is I know how to summon him but I don’t know if he can’t or won’t.

“Bounty hunter? Things are quite a lot different here…” he sat down on the chair, his dark hair sticking up everywhere. He hadn’t yet groomed himself for the day

“Yeah, what I been told he’s a soul stealer, works for hell bringing back souls that outlived their contract. People make deals and then try and Welch. He fetches them back.

In the shadow of the chair, Lucifer’s eyes glowed a deep red. He had grown quite still, “I could never understand the fascination with souls,” his voice had lost its playful tone, had grown deeper.

Hey, luci, this ain’t your world, this one works different.” He sighed. “Anyway, bout the time Lilith was deposed they put the bounty hunter in time out cause he helped bring her down, was afraid she’d destroy the world. So they stuck him in his box an sealed the door. The last bounty hunter burned out several centuries ago. Then my Boys pop the door and dump luci and Michael and well, the bounty hunter gets loose an someone uses some very black magic to raise me as a bound spirit.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to stand here and like it,” he snapped, the mug crushing beneath his grip, “I am still an Archangel. I am Lucifer bloody Morningstar,” his eyes still glowed red.

“Lucifer here, is still in the pit, an he ain’t coming back. Bounty hunter is an office of hell so ain’t notin but getting rid of hell what can stop it. An you do that, I’m gone.” He snorted. “You ain’t gotta like it but you ain’t the one livin with the consequences when you go back. I am bound to the lives of the only two people I give a damn about. My boys. Do you grump an rage all you want but if anything you do hurts my boys I’ll gladly put you in the pit with our luci.”

“Understood,” he sat back, closing his eyes for a bit, “I understand where you are coming from as well. There…are people back home that I would do anything for. Anything to keep them safe.”

“Is there anything I can do to revenant-proof this cabin? As a last resort, if your pal doesn’t come back in time? I would rather hate for the people of the town to get hurt.”

Lucifer let out a long sigh, “Well, I shall do what I can for you, in whatever capacity that I can.”

“No, no, not that way,” he gently herded Bobby away from the walls. He warmed up some pork, not cooking it fully, but warming enough to give off heat. Luci had heard that human tasted like pork…maybe he could trick zombie-Bobby enough.

Luci didn’t sleep. He didn’t let his eyes leave Bobby. Eventually, though, he would need sleep. He had, before, gone several days without sleep…and it hadn’t gone well. Even now he could feel the effects of sleep deprivation.

Bobby blinked at him. There was no recognition of danger in his eyes. It was almost trusting.

He aimed and fired. He winced at the noise…and the thud. Luci set the gun down gingerly, stepping around to Bobby’s body.

Bobby never knew how long he was down but resurrection started the way it always did, with the air seeming to force its way down his throat making him cough. He was trying to bring up the sulphur collected there. But a couple minutes later, he blinked.

Luci had passed out on the chair, sleeping like one who had tried to stay awake but lost the fight with the Lord of Dreams. In his lap, next to a limp hand, was Bobby’s hat

It was definitely the smell of coffee and food that roused him. Luci sat up straight, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, I found it…” he looked aside at the note and gun, then poured himself some coffee and helped himself to some breakfast, “I tried to give your other half time to come back…but you were degenerating too fast.”

Never seen what happens after. No one has ever let me go that far. Sorry it came to that. But the good news is, my freeloader is back. I won’t be surprised if we have some… errands to run later.”

“I don’t know…if I will find my way back to my own universe. So I might be stuck here for a while…” he got some food in him, thinking, “I don’t think I’ll stick to this cabin. Might explore the rest that this universe has to offer. It seems…interesting.”

“I don’t know if it works for an angel, even a fallen one, but I have a spell that might be able to get you back. Otherwise I’d look up Constance. He’s a bit rough but he deals with time and dimension more than us.”

He nodded, then held out his hand, “It was an absolute pleasure meeting you, Bobby Singer.”

He shook hands. “If we meet again I hope it’s under better circumstances. An I hope you get home.

“I hope so too. But if I do find my way home…” he stopped there, finishing shoveling the food down, “You are welcome to continue using this cabin, if you want. I have a feeling you might have need of it from time to time.”

“It would make a good hunting cabin for sure thank you for that. Might have to ward it some so I don’t bring the nightmare of the week home.”

“I’ll remember that. You ain’t gotta go on my account. Anyway whoever you found, hang on to them, they done ya good.”

He tilted his head, “What do you mean by that?” he asked, confused.

“You kept mentioning someone, sounds like you two are together. Anyway, musta been a good influence on you.”

“Oh…yes…the Detective. She…” he went quiet, “I think I…scared her off. She was always so…sensible,” he sat down heavily in the chair once more, “I always told her the truth about who and what I am. She never believed it…until she saw…”

“Don’t wait too long to find her. She’ll run for a bit but once she got her head round it. She’ll come back if she’s right for you.”

“She’ll come back around. Dad made her, just for me. Trying to play match-maker or something. I just…want it to be her choice.”

“If it’s real it will be.” The luci I knew was bad. Evil in the very sense of the word. And would destroy just because they were loved.”

Bobby paused. “Robert Singer, friends call me Bobby. With a comment like that I take it you ain’t vegan (non hunter).” He carefully put down the bag balanced on his shoulder. “Well, that part is true, I was run off the road, but it was what happened after what got me in trouble.”

“One could say I’ve seen a thing or two,” he glanced at the bag before he moved into the kitchenette. He pulled down another glass, pouring a generous amount of whiskey into it, setting the glass down before Bobby, “I am Lucifer Morningstar, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”

He frowned. If it was the real luci they might have some issues since luci had made him what he was. “Got bit by a werewolf.” I figure I got about three hours fore I’m howlin at the moon.” He took the proffered drink. “Hunter’s watch sucks.”

Bobby looked at the applicator for a moment he was hesitant, but there wasn’t much for it, try luci’s miracle cure or colloidal silver.

Bobby slid into a seat. He took stock of what was going on and tried to decide if it was going to be a summon or a conjure.

“I ain’t changing’ won’t let it go that far.” Bobby said. He did take a couple sips. Not as horrible as he thought but pretty bad. “Without my necessary, I tend to be pretty bad when I change. An I may not hurt you, but I can hurt others.

“We are quite far from the nearest town. You won’t be leaving this cabin until the sun rises, anyway,” he sat down with a fresh glass of alcohol, “There are leftovers in the fridge, if you are feeling peecish. Help yourself.’

He got himself some food. “But you ain’t understanding. I ain’t staying here forever, and if you let me loose even with the sun up, come next moonrise and I’ll kill. I can’t have that kinda collateral.”

“There has to be a way,” he tapped the glass and then stood up, rolling his shoulders a little, “Right. Fundamentals…There is always a choice. An alternate path. You can choose the beast or seek a way to return to being just a man.”

“I don’t stay dead.” Bobby didn’t mean to just drop that like a stone. “But the return ain’t fun though you may find it instructive.”

“Impossible. All humans die and stay dead,” he stared at Bobby in confusion, “Well, other than Cain, but that was a one off sort of deal…and he is dead now. Wanker,” he grumbled.

Bobby laughed bitterly, stuck between awe and abject horror he sat there hand outstretched not quite touching the feather. The creature he was bound to writhed. And the celestial power hurt as much as it healed

Bobby nodded. He didn’t have words not only because it wasn’t often you saw an angel’s wings, fallen or not, but the closeness of the celestial power hurt and it made the absence of his soul throb even more as the bounty hunter tried to avoid contact with it.

He took Bobby’s arm as gently as he could, his hands glowing brightly. Luci concentrated as hard as he could, forcing the magic to heal the arm into what it was supposed to be. The bones joined, the muscles attached correctly. Nerve endings and flesh.

The bounty hunter shrank back. It healed but there was pain as the celestial magic collided with his infernal nature. And of course human pain. He screamed as the bone came back into the correct shape.

Bobby caught his breath and nearly collapsed. “‘Mind me not to do that again.” He muttered. His arm was healed, it didn’t seem that he was turning, but it felt to him like something was very wrong.

He extended and flexed the arm noting that the veining was gone. “Dunno if it fixed me or jus’ delayed it, but I kinda feel it ain’t somethin to do again soon.”

“Even if it is merely delaying the lycanthropy, then that at least gives you some time,” Luci looked over, washing things up now, “At least you can get a good night’s rest. I’ll take the pull-out if you want the bed. Doesn’t matter much to me.”

“Nonsense, been sleepin on couches for thirty years.” He wasn’t sure if the Lycanthropy was gone but he knew he didn’t feel good. He also didn’t want to tell his host that he didn’t sleep.

“I’ll just get some things for the pull-out then. I should have some spare pillows,” he dried off his hands, heading down into the hall. Luci rummaged in one of the hallway closets before carrying out a stack of blankets and a few pillows. 

Bobby made like he was going to sleep but he’d probably just fill in his journal and do some study. Cause this weren’t the luci he knew. And the more he knew about his own condition the less he liked it. He didn’t bother with the sigil since he didn’t feel the bounty hunter, and that was what worried him.

Luci nodded, turning off the main lights before padding to his room. Up the stairs he went, the floor not even creaking. There were the soft rustlings of someone getting into bed, then long silence.

“Ain’t been able to sleep pas’ five in decades. So I was doing some lore readin’. Silver tested myself this morning, kinda par for the course after a bite, was spectin black, maybe red, but it came back normal. So I ain’t gonna turn, but I got some bad news with that good. My healin’ is already slowin’ an’ my skin’s getting ashen an cold. So we stopped one issue an started another. My infernal went to sulk an left me by my lonesome.”

“I dunno, he’s a bit tetchy he don’t like angel power much. I ain’t never gotten him back any sooner than he wants to be back. But that leaves me with a worse problem. Without him I’m an animated corpse an’ you know what happens to them when they run out of power? They go revenant. What’s dead should stay dead.”

“Yeah,” Bobby nodded “figured, since our luci is in the pit an weren’t at all nice. He tried to take over the world so we stuck him in timeout with Michael.” He sighed, “Anyway, I got bout a week fore it gets bad, at the rate I’m cooling.”

“I dunno about that.” Bobby said. “I’m just afraid that anything we do will make him stay away which gets me in some hot water. Las time he left me hi an dry I had a face-to-face with the powers what be. An they were not easy on us.”

“Well, I can’t really go and fetch your soul. Last few times I tried that…it didn’t end well,” he frowned, “And that was on my own Earth were I was still King of Hell.”

Bobby laughed. “My soul is bound you wouldn’t be able to bring it back to me. The bounty hunter has it. The thing is I know how to summon him but I don’t know if he can’t or won’t.

“Bounty hunter? Things are quite a lot different here…” he sat down on the chair, his dark hair sticking up everywhere. He hadn’t yet groomed himself for the day

“Yeah, what I been told he’s a soul stealer, works for hell bringing back souls that outlived their contract. People make deals and then try and Welch. He fetches them back.

In the shadow of the chair, Lucifer’s eyes glowed a deep red. He had grown quite still, “I could never understand the fascination with souls,” his voice had lost its playful tone, had grown deeper.

Hey, luci, this ain’t your world, this one works different.” He sighed. “Anyway, bout the time Lilith was deposed they put the bounty hunter in time out cause he helped bring her down, was afraid she’d destroy the world. So they stuck him in his box an sealed the door. The last bounty hunter burned out several centuries ago. Then my Boys pop the door and dump luci and Michael and well, the bounty hunter gets loose an someone uses some very black magic to raise me as a bound spirit.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to stand here and like it,” he snapped, the mug crushing beneath his grip, “I am still an Archangel. I am Lucifer bloody Morningstar,” his eyes still glowed red.

“Lucifer here, is still in the pit, an he ain’t coming back. Bounty hunter is an office of hell so ain’t notin but getting rid of hell what can stop it. An you do that, I’m gone.” He snorted. “You ain’t gotta like it but you ain’t the one livin with the consequences when you go back. I am bound to the lives of the only two people I give a damn about. My boys. Do you grump an rage all you want but if anything you do hurts my boys I’ll gladly put you in the pit with our luci.”

“Understood,” he sat back, closing his eyes for a bit, “I understand where you are coming from as well. There…are people back home that I would do anything for. Anything to keep them safe.”

“Is there anything I can do to revenant-proof this cabin? As a last resort, if your pal doesn’t come back in time? I would rather hate for the people of the town to get hurt.”

Lucifer let out a long sigh, “Well, I shall do what I can for you, in whatever capacity that I can.”

“No, no, not that way,” he gently herded Bobby away from the walls. He warmed up some pork, not cooking it fully, but warming enough to give off heat. Luci had heard that human tasted like pork…maybe he could trick zombie-Bobby enough.

Luci didn’t sleep. He didn’t let his eyes leave Bobby. Eventually, though, he would need sleep. He had, before, gone several days without sleep…and it hadn’t gone well. Even now he could feel the effects of sleep deprivation.

Bobby blinked at him. There was no recognition of danger in his eyes. It was almost trusting.

He aimed and fired. He winced at the noise…and the thud. Luci set the gun down gingerly, stepping around to Bobby’s body.

Bobby never knew how long he was down but resurrection started the way it always did, with the air seeming to force its way down his throat making him cough. He was trying to bring up the sulphur collected there. But a couple minutes later, he blinked.

Luci had passed out on the chair, sleeping like one who had tried to stay awake but lost the fight with the Lord of Dreams. In his lap, next to a limp hand, was Bobby’s hat

It was definitely the smell of coffee and food that roused him. Luci sat up straight, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, I found it…” he looked aside at the note and gun, then poured himself some coffee and helped himself to some breakfast, “I tried to give your other half time to come back…but you were degenerating too fast.”

Never seen what happens after. No one has ever let me go that far. Sorry it came to that. But the good news is, my freeloader is back. I won’t be surprised if we have some… errands to run later.”

“I don’t know…if I will find my way back to my own universe. So I might be stuck here for a while…” he got some food in him, thinking, “I don’t think I’ll stick to this cabin. Might explore the rest that this universe has to offer. It seems…interesting.”

“I don’t know if it works for an angel, even a fallen one, but I have a spell that might be able to get you back. Otherwise I’d look up Constance. He’s a bit rough but he deals with time and dimension more than us.”

He nodded, then held out his hand, “It was an absolute pleasure meeting you, Bobby Singer.”

He shook hands. “If we meet again I hope it’s under better circumstances. An I hope you get home.

“I hope so too. But if I do find my way home…” he stopped there, finishing shoveling the food down, “You are welcome to continue using this cabin, if you want. I have a feeling you might have need of it from time to time.”

“It would make a good hunting cabin for sure thank you for that. Might have to ward it some so I don’t bring the nightmare of the week home.”

“I’ll remember that. You ain’t gotta go on my account. Anyway whoever you found, hang on to them, they done ya good.”

He tilted his head, “What do you mean by that?” he asked, confused.

“You kept mentioning someone, sounds like you two are together. Anyway, musta been a good influence on you.”

“Oh…yes…the Detective. She…” he went quiet, “I think I…scared her off. She was always so…sensible,” he sat down heavily in the chair once more, “I always told her the truth about who and what I am. She never believed it…until she saw…”

“Don’t wait too long to find her. She’ll run for a bit but once she got her head round it. She’ll come back if she’s right for you.”

Bobby paused. “Robert Singer, friends call me Bobby. With a comment like that I take it you ain’t vegan (non hunter).” He carefully put down the bag balanced on his shoulder. “Well, that part is true, I was run off the road, but it was what happened after what got me in trouble.”

“One could say I’ve seen a thing or two,” he glanced at the bag before he moved into the kitchenette. He pulled down another glass, pouring a generous amount of whiskey into it, setting the glass down before Bobby, “I am Lucifer Morningstar, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”

He frowned. If it was the real luci they might have some issues since luci had made him what he was. “Got bit by a werewolf.” I figure I got about three hours fore I’m howlin at the moon.” He took the proffered drink. “Hunter’s watch sucks.”

Bobby looked at the applicator for a moment he was hesitant, but there wasn’t much for it, try luci’s miracle cure or colloidal silver.

Bobby slid into a seat. He took stock of what was going on and tried to decide if it was going to be a summon or a conjure.

“I ain’t changing’ won’t let it go that far.” Bobby said. He did take a couple sips. Not as horrible as he thought but pretty bad. “Without my necessary, I tend to be pretty bad when I change. An I may not hurt you, but I can hurt others.

“We are quite far from the nearest town. You won’t be leaving this cabin until the sun rises, anyway,” he sat down with a fresh glass of alcohol, “There are leftovers in the fridge, if you are feeling peecish. Help yourself.’

He got himself some food. “But you ain’t understanding. I ain’t staying here forever, and if you let me loose even with the sun up, come next moonrise and I’ll kill. I can’t have that kinda collateral.”

“There has to be a way,” he tapped the glass and then stood up, rolling his shoulders a little, “Right. Fundamentals…There is always a choice. An alternate path. You can choose the beast or seek a way to return to being just a man.”

“I don’t stay dead.” Bobby didn’t mean to just drop that like a stone. “But the return ain’t fun though you may find it instructive.”

“Impossible. All humans die and stay dead,” he stared at Bobby in confusion, “Well, other than Cain, but that was a one off sort of deal…and he is dead now. Wanker,” he grumbled.

Bobby laughed bitterly, stuck between awe and abject horror he sat there hand outstretched not quite touching the feather. The creature he was bound to writhed. And the celestial power hurt as much as it healed

Bobby nodded. He didn’t have words not only because it wasn’t often you saw an angel’s wings, fallen or not, but the closeness of the celestial power hurt and it made the absence of his soul throb even more as the bounty hunter tried to avoid contact with it.

He took Bobby’s arm as gently as he could, his hands glowing brightly. Luci concentrated as hard as he could, forcing the magic to heal the arm into what it was supposed to be. The bones joined, the muscles attached correctly. Nerve endings and flesh.

The bounty hunter shrank back. It healed but there was pain as the celestial magic collided with his infernal nature. And of course human pain. He screamed as the bone came back into the correct shape.

Bobby caught his breath and nearly collapsed. “‘Mind me not to do that again.” He muttered. His arm was healed, it didn’t seem that he was turning, but it felt to him like something was very wrong.

He extended and flexed the arm noting that the veining was gone. “Dunno if it fixed me or jus’ delayed it, but I kinda feel it ain’t somethin to do again soon.”

“Even if it is merely delaying the lycanthropy, then that at least gives you some time,” Luci looked over, washing things up now, “At least you can get a good night’s rest. I’ll take the pull-out if you want the bed. Doesn’t matter much to me.”

“Nonsense, been sleepin on couches for thirty years.” He wasn’t sure if the Lycanthropy was gone but he knew he didn’t feel good. He also didn’t want to tell his host that he didn’t sleep.

“I’ll just get some things for the pull-out then. I should have some spare pillows,” he dried off his hands, heading down into the hall. Luci rummaged in one of the hallway closets before carrying out a stack of blankets and a few pillows. 

Bobby made like he was going to sleep but he’d probably just fill in his journal and do some study. Cause this weren’t the luci he knew. And the more he knew about his own condition the less he liked it. He didn’t bother with the sigil since he didn’t feel the bounty hunter, and that was what worried him.

Luci nodded, turning off the main lights before padding to his room. Up the stairs he went, the floor not even creaking. There were the soft rustlings of someone getting into bed, then long silence.

“Ain’t been able to sleep pas’ five in decades. So I was doing some lore readin’. Silver tested myself this morning, kinda par for the course after a bite, was spectin black, maybe red, but it came back normal. So I ain’t gonna turn, but I got some bad news with that good. My healin’ is already slowin’ an’ my skin’s getting ashen an cold. So we stopped one issue an started another. My infernal went to sulk an left me by my lonesome.”

“I dunno, he’s a bit tetchy he don’t like angel power much. I ain’t never gotten him back any sooner than he wants to be back. But that leaves me with a worse problem. Without him I’m an animated corpse an’ you know what happens to them when they run out of power? They go revenant. What’s dead should stay dead.”

“Yeah,” Bobby nodded “figured, since our luci is in the pit an weren’t at all nice. He tried to take over the world so we stuck him in timeout with Michael.” He sighed, “Anyway, I got bout a week fore it gets bad, at the rate I’m cooling.”

“I dunno about that.” Bobby said. “I’m just afraid that anything we do will make him stay away which gets me in some hot water. Las time he left me hi an dry I had a face-to-face with the powers what be. An they were not easy on us.”

“Well, I can’t really go and fetch your soul. Last few times I tried that…it didn’t end well,” he frowned, “And that was on my own Earth were I was still King of Hell.”

Bobby laughed. “My soul is bound you wouldn’t be able to bring it back to me. The bounty hunter has it. The thing is I know how to summon him but I don’t know if he can’t or won’t.

“Bounty hunter? Things are quite a lot different here…” he sat down on the chair, his dark hair sticking up everywhere. He hadn’t yet groomed himself for the day

“Yeah, what I been told he’s a soul stealer, works for hell bringing back souls that outlived their contract. People make deals and then try and Welch. He fetches them back.

In the shadow of the chair, Lucifer’s eyes glowed a deep red. He had grown quite still, “I could never understand the fascination with souls,” his voice had lost its playful tone, had grown deeper.

Hey, luci, this ain’t your world, this one works different.” He sighed. “Anyway, bout the time Lilith was deposed they put the bounty hunter in time out cause he helped bring her down, was afraid she’d destroy the world. So they stuck him in his box an sealed the door. The last bounty hunter burned out several centuries ago. Then my Boys pop the door and dump luci and Michael and well, the bounty hunter gets loose an someone uses some very black magic to raise me as a bound spirit.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to stand here and like it,” he snapped, the mug crushing beneath his grip, “I am still an Archangel. I am Lucifer bloody Morningstar,” his eyes still glowed red.

“Lucifer here, is still in the pit, an he ain’t coming back. Bounty hunter is an office of hell so ain’t notin but getting rid of hell what can stop it. An you do that, I’m gone.” He snorted. “You ain’t gotta like it but you ain’t the one livin with the consequences when you go back. I am bound to the lives of the only two people I give a damn about. My boys. Do you grump an rage all you want but if anything you do hurts my boys I’ll gladly put you in the pit with our luci.”

“Understood,” he sat back, closing his eyes for a bit, “I understand where you are coming from as well. There…are people back home that I would do anything for. Anything to keep them safe.”

“Is there anything I can do to revenant-proof this cabin? As a last resort, if your pal doesn’t come back in time? I would rather hate for the people of the town to get hurt.”

Lucifer let out a long sigh, “Well, I shall do what I can for you, in whatever capacity that I can.”

“No, no, not that way,” he gently herded Bobby away from the walls. He warmed up some pork, not cooking it fully, but warming enough to give off heat. Luci had heard that human tasted like pork…maybe he could trick zombie-Bobby enough.

Luci didn’t sleep. He didn’t let his eyes leave Bobby. Eventually, though, he would need sleep. He had, before, gone several days without sleep…and it hadn’t gone well. Even now he could feel the effects of sleep deprivation.

Bobby blinked at him. There was no recognition of danger in his eyes. It was almost trusting.

He aimed and fired. He winced at the noise…and the thud. Luci set the gun down gingerly, stepping around to Bobby’s body.

Bobby never knew how long he was down but resurrection started the way it always did, with the air seeming to force its way down his throat making him cough. He was trying to bring up the sulphur collected there. But a couple minutes later, he blinked.

Luci had passed out on the chair, sleeping like one who had tried to stay awake but lost the fight with the Lord of Dreams. In his lap, next to a limp hand, was Bobby’s hat

It was definitely the smell of coffee and food that roused him. Luci sat up straight, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, I found it…” he looked aside at the note and gun, then poured himself some coffee and helped himself to some breakfast, “I tried to give your other half time to come back…but you were degenerating too fast.”

Never seen what happens after. No one has ever let me go that far. Sorry it came to that. But the good news is, my freeloader is back. I won’t be surprised if we have some… errands to run later.”

“I don’t know…if I will find my way back to my own universe. So I might be stuck here for a while…” he got some food in him, thinking, “I don’t think I’ll stick to this cabin. Might explore the rest that this universe has to offer. It seems…interesting.”

“I don’t know if it works for an angel, even a fallen one, but I have a spell that might be able to get you back. Otherwise I’d look up Constance. He’s a bit rough but he deals with time and dimension more than us.”

He nodded, then held out his hand, “It was an absolute pleasure meeting you, Bobby Singer.”

He shook hands. “If we meet again I hope it’s under better circumstances. An I hope you get home.

“I hope so too. But if I do find my way home…” he stopped there, finishing shoveling the food down, “You are welcome to continue using this cabin, if you want. I have a feeling you might have need of it from time to time.”

“It would make a good hunting cabin for sure thank you for that. Might have to ward it some so I don’t bring the nightmare of the week home.”

“I’ll remember that. You ain’t gotta go on my account. Anyway whoever you found, hang on to them, they done ya good.”

He tilted his head, “What do you mean by that?” he asked, confused.

“You kept mentioning someone, sounds like you two are together. Anyway, musta been a good influence on you.”