Hey, this is Bobbyâs author. Heâs still here, Iâm still here, would love to rp, but, on an unrelated note, I published a book. You can pre-order it here now.
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@soullessbobbysinger
Hey, this is Bobbyâs author. Heâs still here, Iâm still here, would love to rp, but, on an unrelated note, I published a book. You can pre-order it here now.
Nameless by Elle Pepper

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Hey, this is Bobbyâs author. Heâs still here, Iâm still here, would love to rp, but, on an unrelated note, I published a book. You can pre-order it here now.
Nameless by Elle Pepper
REBLOG if you WANT a deal, LIKE if you HAVE one.
Borei, the demon once known as Bobby Singer is looking to make some deals. Â
Bobby Singer, known as the Devilâs Bounty hunter is looking for some souls to collect.
So here is what you do.  If you Reblog this I will send you an ask starter⊠Â
If you HAVE a deal, and you know who you are, like this and contact me, we need to talk about how Bobby will (or why he wonât) take you. Â
Have some fun with it. Â YES, it is ok to try and double cross them. Â Please do. Â Yes, it is ok to try to hurt/capture/kill them. Â IF you actually make a deal expect and AU MA about it.
@soullessbobbysinger âYou let me think you were deadâ (post seven Bobby is back if you donât mind multiple threads)
"I know, Bobby, and...I'm sorry. You have every reason to yell at me. Hell, I won't be made if you threw a few punches," Dean shook his head with a frown and let his hands fall to his side, his hands slapping his denim jeans.
"I can't really explain why I had to do what I did, but you just have to trust that I did it for good reason, alright? I need you to do that for me."
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.
Iâm angry. I just got my pet deposit and my deposit back and without my cats being there there are some how âfreshâ urine deposits that cost us the money we need to live. So, I know no one listens but please, Iâd like it if you signal boost this. This is Bobbyâs mun.
Hi, my name is Laura Milanovich. My two roommates, (my best friends and sorta sisters, my ride or die⊠Elle Pepper needs your support for Em
Sunday update 2: managers called their guys, guys brought in blowers. Tomorrow we will have speaks with them about the damage. Toilet upstairs leaked. I guess the flapper didnât go all the way down and it ran all night and flooded both houses.
We are safe, itâs getting dealt with and so far nothing beyond inconvenience but this on top of it all makes me want to cry.
Hi, my name is Laura Milanovich. My two roommates, (my best friends and sorta sisters, my ride or die⊠Elle Pepper needs your support for Em

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Iâm angry. I just got my pet deposit and my deposit back and without my cats being there there are some how âfreshâ urine deposits that cost us the money we need to live. So, I know no one listens but please, Iâd like it if you signal boost this. This is Bobbyâs mun.
Hi, my name is Laura Milanovich. My two roommates, (my best friends and sorta sisters, my ride or die⊠Elle Pepper needs your support for Em
Sunday update 2: managers called their guys, guys brought in blowers. Tomorrow we will have speaks with them about the damage. Toilet upstairs leaked. I guess the flapper didnât go all the way down and it ran all night and flooded both houses.
We are safe, itâs getting dealt with and so far nothing beyond inconvenience but this on top of it all makes me want to cry.
Hi, my name is Laura Milanovich. My two roommates, (my best friends and sorta sisters, my ride or die⊠Elle Pepper needs your support for Em
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.
John needed a fag and a steak in that order. He was tired of this one-horse town, but the scry map had brought him here and all he had left was menthols he lifted from the cop on the turnpike.
He hated menthol, nothing worse than cough drop flavored cigarettes. He leaned against the wall, eyes scanning the crowd, not sure what had set off his infernal trouble sense but something wasnât right.
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?"
âNo. The binding makes us inseparable. Her body died a long time ago. Iâm a lot older than I look.â
Luci gave a nod, looking across the dilapidated building. He sat in silence for a while.
âAnyway, the binding is simple enough. Itâs a spell I cast an then then we lock it with the sigil. My friend Robert makes holy water markers for spells.â
"Just tell me what you need me to do and I can help," Luci offered out his help.
Connie paced the room marking out sigils. Dug in his bag for a bowl and some herbs. He knelt in front of the bowl and facing East he mixed the ingredients of the bowl and threw a match. A fragrant smoke began drifting out of the bowl.
Once he had lit it he addressed the room with a mixture of Latin, infernal, and enochian. As he spoke the ghost became more visible. A young woman in twenties clothes, a bright smile and golden hair cascading down her shoulders.
âPass the ash through the smoke seven times.â He said, passing a small ash wood chunk through the smoke.
Rolling up his sleeve he handed Lucifer a paper with a sigil on it. âIf I canât finish, you have to. Once I start I only have about an hour before it cools and we have to start again.â
He passed the marker through the smoke seven times. âBlessed instrument of writing, also passed seven times.â
The ash stick went in his mouth, and the tip of the pen went against his left arm as he started drawing the sigil. The first stroke hurt in a way that made him forget how to breathe.
The ink looked like veins of fire, and he could feel it searing into his very soul. And with tears in his eyes, through his screams, he continued to draw until his hand stopped. He couldnât continue the pain was too much, tendrils of the ghost around him, brimstone glittering on his skin.
âPlease, help.â
Lucifer took over, repeating what John had done. He took Constance's arm, drawing the sigil as he repeated the words of the spell.
He wished he could take the pain away. Could let the couple be together in happiness. But it was not his power or within his ability to do so.
So he did what he could to seal the beast within Constance. He said the spell, did the ritual, drew the sigil.
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.
Finally the sobbing faded and he got himself up. He moved a little stiffly but otherwise seemed unharmed.
âThank you.â He hated being this raw in front of anyone.
âNow, letâs get a few hours an then find this blighter âfore he causes more trouble.â
Drawing his attention back to the infernal that had started this. âI had some time to think while I was in time out. An I think I know why heâs in this town.â
But Iâll tell you after a few hours.â
He stumbled off to a couch where he could sleep and for the next five hours slept so soundly he might have looked dead.
Luci had been quite aware enough not to mention it. Humans usually hated it.
He gave a nod, "I'll keep watch," he did go out to the car to fetch some things, returning with some spare blankets from the trunk. He laid one over John and then used others to make himself comfortable.
To see him awake was so different he was an affable man if he liked you.
âWe gotta steal an artifact from the local museum. I âmember seein a consecrated jar in one of the new exhibits. An I would wager itâs his. Lotsa lore got screwed up. Demons sometimes were kept in bottles, handed down through the centuries, an we gotta finâ which blighter it is cause itâs easier if you have the name.â
John needed a fag and a steak in that order. He was tired of this one-horse town, but the scry map had brought him here and all he had left was menthols he lifted from the cop on the turnpike.
He hated menthol, nothing worse than cough drop flavored cigarettes. He leaned against the wall, eyes scanning the crowd, not sure what had set off his infernal trouble sense but something wasnât right.
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?"
âNo. The binding makes us inseparable. Her body died a long time ago. Iâm a lot older than I look.â
Luci gave a nod, looking across the dilapidated building. He sat in silence for a while.
âAnyway, the binding is simple enough. Itâs a spell I cast an then then we lock it with the sigil. My friend Robert makes holy water markers for spells.â
"Just tell me what you need me to do and I can help," Luci offered out his help.
Connie paced the room marking out sigils. Dug in his bag for a bowl and some herbs. He knelt in front of the bowl and facing East he mixed the ingredients of the bowl and threw a match. A fragrant smoke began drifting out of the bowl.
Once he had lit it he addressed the room with a mixture of Latin, infernal, and enochian. As he spoke the ghost became more visible. A young woman in twenties clothes, a bright smile and golden hair cascading down her shoulders.
âPass the ash through the smoke seven times.â He said, passing a small ash wood chunk through the smoke.
Rolling up his sleeve he handed Lucifer a paper with a sigil on it. âIf I canât finish, you have to. Once I start I only have about an hour before it cools and we have to start again.â
He passed the marker through the smoke seven times. âBlessed instrument of writing, also passed seven times.â
The ash stick went in his mouth, and the tip of the pen went against his left arm as he started drawing the sigil. The first stroke hurt in a way that made him forget how to breathe.
The ink looked like veins of fire, and he could feel it searing into his very soul. And with tears in his eyes, through his screams, he continued to draw until his hand stopped. He couldnât continue the pain was too much, tendrils of the ghost around him, brimstone glittering on his skin.
âPlease, help.â
Lucifer took over, repeating what John had done. He took Constance's arm, drawing the sigil as he repeated the words of the spell.
He wished he could take the pain away. Could let the couple be together in happiness. But it was not his power or within his ability to do so.
So he did what he could to seal the beast within Constance. He said the spell, did the ritual, drew the sigil.
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.
Finally the sobbing faded and he got himself up. He moved a little stiffly but otherwise seemed unharmed.
âThank you.â He hated being this raw in front of anyone.
âNow, letâs get a few hours an then find this blighter âfore he causes more trouble.â
Drawing his attention back to the infernal that had started this. âI had some time to think while I was in time out. An I think I know why heâs in this town.â
But Iâll tell you after a few hours.â
He stumbled off to a couch where he could sleep and for the next five hours slept so soundly he might have looked dead.
Luci had been quite aware enough not to mention it. Humans usually hated it.
He gave a nod, "I'll keep watch," he did go out to the car to fetch some things, returning with some spare blankets from the trunk. He laid one over John and then used others to make himself comfortable.
To see him awake was so different he was an affable man if he liked you.
âWe gotta steal an artifact from the local museum. I âmember seein a consecrated jar in one of the new exhibits. An I would wager itâs his. Lotsa lore got screwed up. Demons sometimes were kept in bottles, handed down through the centuries, an we gotta finâ which blighter it is cause itâs easier if you have the name.â
Iâm angry. I just got my pet deposit and my deposit back and without my cats being there there are some how âfreshâ urine deposits that cost us the money we need to live. So, I know no one listens but please, Iâd like it if you signal boost this. This is Bobbyâs mun.
Hi, my name is Laura Milanovich. My two roommates, (my best friends and sorta sisters, my ride or die⊠Elle Pepper needs your support for Em
Sunday update 2: managers called their guys, guys brought in blowers. Tomorrow we will have speaks with them about the damage. Toilet upstairs leaked. I guess the flapper didnât go all the way down and it ran all night and flooded both houses.
We are safe, itâs getting dealt with and so far nothing beyond inconvenience but this on top of it all makes me want to cry.
Hi, my name is Laura Milanovich. My two roommates, (my best friends and sorta sisters, my ride or die⊠Elle Pepper needs your support for Em
Iâm angry. I just got my pet deposit and my deposit back and without my cats being there there are some how âfreshâ urine deposits that cost us the money we need to live. So, I know no one listens but please, Iâd like it if you signal boost this. This is Bobbyâs mun.
Hi, my name is Laura Milanovich. My two roommates, (my best friends and sorta sisters, my ride or die⊠Elle Pepper needs your support for Em

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If you decide to stop watching spn after S5 you really HAVE to watch The French Mistake (s6e15) completely out of context. Trust me. It's one of the best of the series but probably not for the reason you think. It's absolutely unhinged and watching it out of context makes it so much worse (in a good way)
will consider that,thanks
I get that, I would say season seven tbh but after that they kinda jumped the shark.
Iâm angry. I just got my pet deposit and my deposit back and without my cats being there there are some how âfreshâ urine deposits that cost us the money we need to live. So, I know no one listens but please, Iâd like it if you signal boost this. This is Bobbyâs mun.
Hi, my name is Laura Milanovich. My two roommates, (my best friends and sorta sisters, my ride or die⊠Elle Pepper needs your support for Em
All right, a little more info. Two weeks ago my uninsured neighbor accidentally started a fire. That fire totaled our neighbors apartment and the water totaled our front half of our home.
For the last two weeks our pets have been boarded. And yet there are fresh stains on our carpet.
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because itâs a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
w-what if potato is actually lucky
Iâm angry. I just got my pet deposit and my deposit back and without my cats being there there are some how âfreshâ urine deposits that cost us the money we need to live. So, I know no one listens but please, Iâd like it if you signal boost this. This is Bobbyâs mun.
Hi, my name is Laura Milanovich. My two roommates, (my best friends and sorta sisters, my ride or die⊠Elle Pepper needs your support for Em
one more night (Open) third clean repost
Bobby never intended to die. Â He hated it. Â But there were some times it couldnât be avoided. Â and this was going to be one of them. Â The thing that made it so much harder was that he was going to have to reveal himself to someone. Â With his injuries the way they were, there was no way he could do it. Â
Heâd managed to bind his arm and put it in a sling. Â But it was his right hand And he was pretty sure the arm was broken. Â Heâd managed to get the werewolf, but not before it got its teeth into him. Â
As he turned away from the fire, he set up a last resort. Â Heâd done it once before, but didnât want to have to. Â Pure colloidal Silver to the heart should stop it but it hurt like a bitch and heâd need a place to lie low for a couple days. Â But it was better than the alternative. Â
He knew there were some, a few, who could rein in that monster, but he didnât trust himself to do that. Â With the syringe in a pocket he could reach with his left hand, and his silver knife in his belt, he set off, duty bag balanced carefully on his shoulder. Â Heâd have to find a place and heâd have to find it soon. Â He couldnât afford to walk much longer or heâd lose any time he had left. Â He was praying for a cabin, with the weather unseasonably cold, himself dying by inches and his car dead in town, he was out of options. Â The wolves had gotten him and dragged him out here. Â But he didnât dare head for town. Â
Finally he could see a light through the trees. Â He almost prayed it was a hunter, if notâ well, things would get weird. Â
âHowdy?â Â he said to the figure that hid behind the shadowed doorway. Â âGot run off the road down there, think I busted up my arm pretty good, any chance I could sleep here for the night?â
It had been Mazeâs idea, in the beginning. Get out of the city for a little bit. Clear the head, that sort of thing. She hated seeing him mope about, slumped over his piano, desperately trying to get drunk or high. Damned his Celestial tolerance.
So, cabin in the woods. No technology save a cell phone, for emergencies. Maze had made him promise. And he couldnât break his promises. A deal, actually. More binding, making it a deal. A month in the woods to get over it all.
He was doing so well, too. He could almost see himself making a living of this whole âoutdoorsâ thing. Sure, he missed his creature comforts. But it was easier to get her off his mind when there werenât things to remind him.
He was just getting comfortable for the night, a glass of Scotch on the little table next to his comfy chair, when he heard the knock upon the door. He frowned. Now, who would be out here at this time of night? So, he stood and answered the door. A human stood outside, ragged, an arm bound up.
âOf course,â he stood aside and gestured, âHow could I turn aside someone clearly in need?â
Bobby shuffled in and looked around. âGot a place I could clean up?â His face fell a little seeing a civilian, no wards or salt meant probably colloidal silver.
His bag was perfectly balanced on his shoulder, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he started losing lucidity. He wanted a hot shower and a last meal if he had to do it.
A hunter would know what the veining on his arm meant.
âThere is a washroom down the hall there, the door on the right,â he gave a small frown as he took in the manâs appearance in better light. He lookedâŠrough, âAlong with a first-aid kit under the sink.â
As the stranger turned, he noted the prominent and darkened veins running up his arm, âThough I doubt the kit will do much for that. You said you got run off the road?â He raised an eyebrow, before his gaze flicked to the calendar on the wall, âHmmâŠâ
Bobby paused. âRobert Singer, friends call me Bobby. With a comment like that I take it you ainât vegan (non hunter).â He carefully put down the bag balanced on his shoulder. âWell, that part is true, I was run off the road, but it was what happened after what got me in trouble.â
âOne could say Iâve seen a thing or two,â 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, âI am Lucifer Morningstar, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.â
He frowned. If it was the real luci they might have some issues since luci had made him what he was. âGot bit by a werewolf.â I figure I got about three hours fore Iâm howlin at the moon.â He took the proffered drink. âHunterâs watch sucks.â
âWerewolf, eh? Well, good thing Iâm not human,â he tipped back his Scotch, slamming the glass down with a satisfied sound, âAlright then.â
He moved about the cabin, fetching items from various places, âYou should go and wash up while you have the chance. i get the feeling this will be a long night,â he began to roll up his sleeves.
âYeah.â Bobby went and cleaned himself up checking on the bite, still inflamed.
He was tempted to use the silver but he figured heâd see what luci had in store for him first Since it wasnât like Bobby couldnât come back.
âThis should help with that,â Luci tossed a small tube, almost the size of a tube of chapstick, âRoll on applicator. Quite the amazing advancement in technology. Humans, your lot are quite fascinating,âÂ
He had set up a tea kettle in the fireplace hearth, as well as a small notebook. He was currently studying the thing, flicking the pages with a concentrated look.
Bobby looked at the applicator for a moment he was hesitant, but there wasnât much for it, try luciâs miracle cure or colloidal silver.
âOkayâŠgot thatâŠand thatâŠdamnâŠmight have some of thatâŠâ he was muttering under his breath, flicking through the pages, back and forth, before he slammed the tiny book shut, âAlright. Water is boiling. Stay put. Will be back in a tick,â he swept out the front door to the cabin.
True to his word, he was back within minutes, a plastic bag in hand, muttering again under his breath something along the lines of, âAt least the blasted things are good for emergencies,â he set the bag down, pulling items out left and right.
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.
Luciferâs movements were precise, items moving with accuracy into a small mortar. He ground things up, dumping other things into another container. He hummed to himself as he worked. He grabbed a small mesh ball, pressing the freshly ground and combined ingredients inside. He sealed it, then set the thing, it had a small chain, into a mug. He grabbed the kettle and poured the hot water into the mug.
âAlrighty then, let it steep for a bit. A good oleâ wolfsbane tea. Will help make the fuzzy little bastard a bit more manageable,â he grinned, sliding the mug a bit towards Bobby
âI ainât changingâ wonât let it go that far.â Bobby said. He did take a couple sips. Not as horrible as he thought but pretty bad. âWithout my necessary, I tend to be pretty bad when I change. An I may not hurt you, but I can hurt others.
âWe are quite far from the nearest town. You wonât be leaving this cabin until the sun rises, anyway,â he sat down with a fresh glass of alcohol, âThere are leftovers in the fridge, if you are feeling peecish. Help yourself.â
He got himself some food. âBut you ainât understanding. I ainât staying here forever, and if you let me loose even with the sun up, come next moonrise and Iâll kill. I canât have that kinda collateral.â
âWerewolves need human hearts, yes? But could any heart do? Maybe substitutionsâŠ?â Luci tapped his fingers on the glass in thought, âNo, keeping you here would be wrong. Anyway, iâm due to return to Lux in a few weeks and if I miss that deadline, Maze would begin sniffing around trying to find out what happened to me.â
He went quiet for a time, eyes watching the flames, the jeweled ring on his finger flashing in the light as he tapped the now emptied glass,
âThey can survive that way, but it itâs not a good life from what I understand. They have to choke it down. Anâ fore you ask itâs gotta be live. Pre-dead donât work. Ainât just hearts, hearts are just especial favorite. In all my years Iâve only known one hunter not go off Rez when bit, an he was a peacenik to start with. But heâs still got a watchdog. His own promised to put him down he goes for human.â
He pulled the syringe out of his pocket. âLast resort.â He said. Ainât fun, but it works.â He sighed. âWould T be here if the bitch hadnât broken my arm.â
âThere has to be a way,â he tapped the glass and then stood up, rolling his shoulders a little, âRight. FundamentalsâŠThere is always a choice. An alternate path. You can choose the beast or seek a way to return to being just a man.â
âI donât stay dead.â Bobby didnât mean to just drop that like a stone. âBut the return ainât fun though you may find it instructive.â
âImpossible. All humans die and stay dead,â he stared at Bobby in confusion, âWell, other than Cain, but that was a one off sort of dealâŠand he is dead now. Wanker,â he grumbled.
âI died eight years ago, five years ago I came back. And I canât stay dead. As long as Iâm alive a register as human till the bounty hunter shows up but infernal and were? Ainât a good mix.â He pointed to the scar over his heart, died fifteen days after I came back. This is my third bite. If I go down human I come back mostly ok.â
If I die were like I did last time, after killing nine, it took most of a day for me to return an I werenât in a good way.â
He looked troubled, âA bounty hunter? Infernal?â he rubbed his head, âWhat in the world has this world come to?â
Luci quickly poured himself another drink, âIf you are looking for someone to kill youâŠI canât. Angels arenât allowed to kill humans. Rule number one.â
âFirsâ one to follow that rule.â Bobby groused. âI can deal with it myself. But it ainât easy anâ I wouldnât mind some company.â He nodded to the thing on the table. âHelp me set my arm anâ Iâll be in a little better way. An technically, you wait till I turn an you ainât killing a human.â Bobby shrugged one shouldered and untied his broken right arm. âMore chance it donât heal right if I go down with a broken wing.â
Silver hurt like hell, and he was going to wait a little longer. If he could heâd sleep through it but it didnât work that way.
âIt was one of the few that I actually cared to keep,â he frowned, then tipped back another drink.
âAlright,â he grabbed the supplies but paused at âbroken wing.â
âIâm an idiotâŠâ he set the things back down, âI recall Mazikeen doing this for AmenadielâŠmaybe it would work for a human,â he gave his shoulders a small roll again
âThere we are,â he twisted a wing over, plucking one of the brilliant white feathers, âThis should do the trick. A bit of Celestial magic.â
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
He rubbed the feather between his hands until a brilliant glow formed, âAlright, then, this might sting a bit,â he gave a wry smile, âIâve never actually done this before, so I donât know if itâll actually workâŠâ
âYou ready?â he asked, hands held out, not quite touching. He was waiting for permission.
Bobby nodded. He didnât have words not only because it wasnât often you saw an angelâs 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 Bobbyâs 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.
âIt looks like it worked,â he panted, looking just a bit ashen. Lucifer helped ease Bobby into a seat, âSorry about the pain. ThoughâŠit does look like more than the arm was healed. But it could just be the angle and lighting to me. What do you think?â
He tilted his head, grabbing a fresh drink for himself and Bobby.
Bobby caught his breath and nearly collapsed. ââMind me not to do that again.â He muttered. His arm was healed, it didnât seem that he was turning, but it felt to him like something was very wrong.
âQuite agreed,â he frowned just a bit, âHow does it feel?â Luci asked, gesturing to Bobbyâs arm. If at least one thing went well.
He began to clear up the mess, wiping the ashy remains of the feather from his hands.
He extended and flexed the arm noting that the veining was gone. âDunno if it fixed me or jusâ delayed it, but I kinda feel it ainât somethin to do again soon.â
âEven if it is merely delaying the lycanthropy, then that at least gives you some time,â Luci looked over, washing things up now, âAt least you can get a good nightâs rest. Iâll take the pull-out if you want the bed. Doesnât matter much to me.â
âNonsense, been sleepin on couches for thirty years.â He wasnât sure if the Lycanthropy was gone but he knew he didnât feel good. He also didnât want to tell his host that he didnât sleep.
âIâll just get some things for the pull-out then. I should have some spare pillows,â 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.Â
Bobby made like he was going to sleep but heâd probably just fill in his journal and do some study. Cause this werenât the luci he knew. And the more he knew about his own condition the less he liked it. He didnât bother with the sigil since he didnât 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.
Bobby sat up late into the night. He didnât often sleep and when he did, he was stuck in the same nightmare, the one he was trying so hard to stop. Five am and he was up making coffee like always, writing observations on his state. He had good news, and bad news.
He had concluded his tests and written his observations, turning to lore by the time his host was up. âThere is coffee if you drink it.â
âWhat a heavenly smell it is,â he sniffed the air as he poured out a helping. Luci gingerly tasted it, finding it wasnât foul, like the stuff he used to find at the precinct.
âWhatâs all this?â he gestured to the spread upon the table, looking quizzically over it all.
âAinât been able to sleep pasâ five in decades. So I was doing some lore readinâ. 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 ainât gonna turn, but I got some bad news with that good. My healinâ is already slowinâ anâ my skinâs getting ashen an cold. So we stopped one issue an started another. My infernal went to sulk an left me by my lonesome.â
âA side effect of Celestial healing, I assume?â he tapped his coffee mug in thought, âWould something infernal work in drawing it back?âÂ
He looked ratherâŠwaryâŠwhen asking that question.Â
âI dunno, heâs a bit tetchy he donât like angel power much. I ainât never gotten him back any sooner than he wants to be back. But that leaves me with a worse problem. Without him Iâm an animated corpse anâ you know what happens to them when they run out of power? They go revenant. Whatâs dead should stay dead.â
âI quite remember that being the reason I forbid demons coming up to earth and inhabiting humans,â Luci gulped more coffee, âWhy do I have this feeling I stepped into a place that is not my own?â
âThere are alternate EarthsâŠalternate paths that people take that branch outâŠcreating a new earth to live out that decision. SomehowâŠI wound up on yours,â he looked thoughtful, âExplains why Maze hasnât checked in this weekâŠâ
âYeah,â Bobby nodded âfigured, since our luci is in the pit an werenât at all nice. He tried to take over the world so we stuck him in timeout with Michael.â He sighed, âAnyway, I got bout a week fore it gets bad, at the rate Iâm cooling.â
âStuck with Michael?â He shuddered at the thought, âMy twin can be quite the pain in the assâŠâÂ
Luci tapped the mug once more, âThere might be a wayâŠto halt that. For a time, at least. And it doesnât involve Celestial magics at all. More ofâŠa remnant of the Lillum.â
âI dunno about that.â Bobby said. âIâm 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.â
âWell, I canât really go and fetch your soul. Last few times I tried thatâŠit didnât end well,â he frowned, âAnd that was on my own Earth were I was still King of Hell.â
Bobby laughed. âMy soul is bound you wouldnât be able to bring it back to me. The bounty hunter has it. The thing is I know how to summon him but I donât know if he canât or wonât.
âBounty hunter? Things are quite a lot different hereâŠâ he sat down on the chair, his dark hair sticking up everywhere. He hadnât yet groomed himself for the day
âYeah, what I been told heâs 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, Luciferâs eyes glowed a deep red. He had grown quite still, âI could never understand the fascination with souls,â his voice had lost its playful tone, had grown deeper.
Hey, luci, this ainât your world, this one works different.â He sighed. âAnyway, bout the time Lilith was deposed they put the bounty hunter in time out cause he helped bring her down, was afraid sheâd 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.â
âDoesnât mean I have to stand here and like it,â he snapped, the mug crushing beneath his grip, âI am still an Archangel. I am Lucifer bloody Morningstar,â his eyes still glowed red.
âLucifer here, is still in the pit, an he ainât coming back. Bounty hunter is an office of hell so ainât notin but getting rid of hell what can stop it. An you do that, Iâm gone.â He snorted. âYou ainât gotta like it but you ainât 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 Iâll gladly put you in the pit with our luci.â
âUnderstood,â he sat back, closing his eyes for a bit, âI understand where you are coming from as well. ThereâŠare people back home that I would do anything for. Anything to keep them safe.â
âAnâ I donâ have a soul right now so I wouldnât care how many others got hurt. I try an pretend to be me, but it ainât easy, an this? Goin revenant? This sucks worse. We hunters call them biters. They bite a human, the human becomes a revenant too just like in the movies.
Romero had a hunter on staff. âS how he got it right, well mostly he changed some stuff so people didnât get hurt.â
âIs there anything I can do to revenant-proof this cabin? As a last resort, if your pal doesnât come back in time? I would rather hate for the people of the town to get hurt.â
Revenants donât feel pain. So locking the door barricade the window will only last till they get desperate enough to claw or break. Iâve never been revenant very long, I dunno what happens if I stay in that state.
They donât breathe and the only thing they eat is human. If they donât kill you right off you become one. You ainât human so prolly wonât trigger the bite reflex. But they canât talk, all they know is heat is good because heat means food. Warm blooded creatures can carry it.
Youâll know when it gets close because I start losing the ability to think and speak clearly.
âWell, I wonât have to worry about the biting thing,â he picked up a shard of the mug and demonstrated by digging it into the skin of his arm, âSee?â there was no mark or blemish.
âFor the other thingsâŠI shall keep a close eye out. I will also try toâŠtone down the Celestial partsâŠmaybe your other half will come back soon.â
âI hope but he likes to throw tantrums like this to remind me that without him Iâm jusâ a corpse.â
An then heâll go out an take some souls as soon as Iâm whole. Prolly still to weak to chain him.
Lucifer let out a long sigh, âWell, I shall do what I can for you, in whatever capacity that I can.â
It was obvious over the next few days that Bobby was right. His skin turned cold and pale, his blood stopped pumping, and eventually his eyes went dim. âLuci, Iâm scared. Iââ he had to chase the word around his brain. âWantââŠâ
His eyes were milky like a corpse and any humanity in them was gone. His gait was shambling and he banged into the wall trying to get loose.
âNo, no, not that way,â 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 porkâŠmaybe he could trick zombie-Bobby enough.
Biters are like toddlers. Anything even vaguely food went into his mouth. He ate the meat but didnât seem to like it and hand-to-mouth was itâs thing. It tried to bite the angel once or twice, just gnawing unsuccessfully.
By the second day it was scratching at the walls trying to get out. By three it was bodily throwing itself at them.
Heedless of the ripped skin and broken bones that were not healing. If it got a cut the black blood oozed and still it kept trying to get to freedom. To the food it could smell.
Luci didnât sleep. He didnât let his eyes leave Bobby. Eventually, though, he would need sleep. He had, before, gone several days without sleepâŠand it hadnât gone well. Even now he could feel the effects of sleep deprivation.
Bobby was silent. He couldnât do more than grunt hiss or growl.
The gun was still on the table where Bobby had left it. Under it was a slip of paper that just said âin case of emergencyâ
He looked at it. Luci hadnât wanted to use itâŠbut seeing his new friend like thisâŠ
Luci picked it up, checked to see that it was, indeed, loaded. A single bullet. He raised the gun, âIâm sorry, Bobby.â
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 noiseâŠand the thud. Luci set the gun down gingerly, stepping around to Bobbyâs 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 Bobbyâs hat
Bobby got up and showered. Then he went and made coffee then he rummaged in the fridge to find something to cook.
He figured food and coffee would wake his host.
It was definitely the smell of coffee and food that roused him. Luci sat up straight, rubbing his eyes.
âBoiled caffeine on the stove anâ bacon and eggs in the pan.â
Coming back always made him hungry. He rubbed his forehead. âGuess you found my note.â
âYes, I found itâŠâ he looked aside at the note and gun, then poured himself some coffee and helped himself to some breakfast, âI tried to give your other half time to come backâŠbut you were degenerating too fast.â
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 wonât be surprised if we have some⊠errands to run later.â
âI donât knowâŠif I will find my way back to my own universe. So I might be stuck here for a whileâŠâ he got some food in him, thinking, âI donât think Iâll stick to this cabin. Might explore the rest that this universe has to offer. It seemsâŠinteresting.â
âI donât 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 Iâd look up Constance. Heâs a bit rough but he deals with time and dimension more than us.â
He nodded, then held out his hand, âIt was an absolute pleasure meeting you, Bobby Singer.â
He shook hands. âIf we meet again I hope itâs under better circumstances. An I hope you get home.
âI hope so too. But if I do find my way homeâŠâ he stopped there, finishing shoveling the food down, âYou are welcome to continue using this cabin, if you want. I have a feeling you might have need of it from time to time.â
âIt would make a good hunting cabin for sure thank you for that. Might have to ward it some so I donât bring the nightmare of the week home.â
Luci smiled, heading up the stairs to his room to gather his things.Â
âIf you ever have need of me, and if Iâm still in this universe, I do answer prayers.â
âIâll remember that. You ainât gotta go on my account. Anyway whoever you found, hang on to them, they done ya good.â
He tilted his head, âWhat do you mean by that?â he asked, confused.
âYou kept mentioning someone, sounds like you two are together. Anyway, musta been a good influence on you.â
âOhâŠyesâŠthe Detective. SheâŠâ he went quiet, âI think IâŠscared her off. She was always soâŠsensible,â he sat down heavily in the chair once more, âI always told her the truth about who and what I am. She never believed itâŠuntil she sawâŠâ
âDonât wait too long to find her. Sheâll run for a bit but once she got her head round it. Sheâll come back if sheâs right for you.â
âSheâll come back around. Dad made her, just for me. Trying to play match-maker or something. I justâŠwant it to be her choice.â
âIf itâs real it will be.â The luci I knew was bad. Evil in the very sense of the word. And would destroy just because they were loved.â

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Bobby never intended to die. Â He hated it. Â But there were some times it couldnât be avoided. Â and this was going to be one of them. Â The thing that made it so much harder was that he was going to have to reveal himself to someone. Â With his injuries the way they were, there was no way he could do it. Â
Heâd managed to bind his arm and put it in a sling. Â But it was his right hand And he was pretty sure the arm was broken. Â Heâd managed to get the werewolf, but not before it got its teeth into him. Â
As he turned away from the fire, he set up a last resort. Â Heâd done it once before, but didnât want to have to. Â Pure colloidal Silver to the heart should stop it but it hurt like a bitch and heâd need a place to lie low for a couple days. Â But it was better than the alternative. Â
He knew there were some, a few, who could rein in that monster, but he didnât trust himself to do that. Â With the syringe in a pocket he could reach with his left hand, and his silver knife in his belt, he set off, duty bag balanced carefully on his shoulder. Â Heâd have to find a place and heâd have to find it soon. Â He couldnât afford to walk much longer or heâd lose any time he had left. Â He was praying for a cabin, with the weather unseasonably cold, himself dying by inches and his car dead in town, he was out of options. Â The wolves had gotten him and dragged him out here. Â But he didnât dare head for town. Â
Finally he could see a light through the trees. Â He almost prayed it was a hunter, if notâ well, things would get weird. Â
âHowdy?â Â he said to the figure that hid behind the shadowed doorway. Â âGot run off the road down there, think I busted up my arm pretty good, any chance I could sleep here for the night?â
It had been Mazeâs idea, in the beginning. Get out of the city for a little bit. Clear the head, that sort of thing. She hated seeing him mope about, slumped over his piano, desperately trying to get drunk or high. Damned his Celestial tolerance.
So, cabin in the woods. No technology save a cell phone, for emergencies. Maze had made him promise. And he couldnât break his promises. A deal, actually. More binding, making it a deal. A month in the woods to get over it all.
He was doing so well, too. He could almost see himself making a living of this whole âoutdoorsâ thing. Sure, he missed his creature comforts. But it was easier to get her off his mind when there werenât things to remind him.
He was just getting comfortable for the night, a glass of Scotch on the little table next to his comfy chair, when he heard the knock upon the door. He frowned. Now, who would be out here at this time of night? So, he stood and answered the door. A human stood outside, ragged, an arm bound up.
âOf course,â he stood aside and gestured, âHow could I turn aside someone clearly in need?â
Bobby shuffled in and looked around. âGot a place I could clean up?â His face fell a little seeing a civilian, no wards or salt meant probably colloidal silver.
His bag was perfectly balanced on his shoulder, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he started losing lucidity. He wanted a hot shower and a last meal if he had to do it.
A hunter would know what the veining on his arm meant.
âThere is a washroom down the hall there, the door on the right,â he gave a small frown as he took in the manâs appearance in better light. He lookedâŠrough, âAlong with a first-aid kit under the sink.â
As the stranger turned, he noted the prominent and darkened veins running up his arm, âThough I doubt the kit will do much for that. You said you got run off the road?â He raised an eyebrow, before his gaze flicked to the calendar on the wall, âHmmâŠâ
Bobby paused. âRobert Singer, friends call me Bobby. With a comment like that I take it you ainât vegan (non hunter).â He carefully put down the bag balanced on his shoulder. âWell, that part is true, I was run off the road, but it was what happened after what got me in trouble.â
âOne could say Iâve seen a thing or two,â 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, âI am Lucifer Morningstar, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.â
He frowned. If it was the real luci they might have some issues since luci had made him what he was. âGot bit by a werewolf.â I figure I got about three hours fore Iâm howlin at the moon.â He took the proffered drink. âHunterâs watch sucks.â
âWerewolf, eh? Well, good thing Iâm not human,â he tipped back his Scotch, slamming the glass down with a satisfied sound, âAlright then.â
He moved about the cabin, fetching items from various places, âYou should go and wash up while you have the chance. i get the feeling this will be a long night,â he began to roll up his sleeves.
âYeah.â Bobby went and cleaned himself up checking on the bite, still inflamed.
He was tempted to use the silver but he figured heâd see what luci had in store for him first Since it wasnât like Bobby couldnât come back.
âThis should help with that,â Luci tossed a small tube, almost the size of a tube of chapstick, âRoll on applicator. Quite the amazing advancement in technology. Humans, your lot are quite fascinating,âÂ
He had set up a tea kettle in the fireplace hearth, as well as a small notebook. He was currently studying the thing, flicking the pages with a concentrated look.
Bobby looked at the applicator for a moment he was hesitant, but there wasnât much for it, try luciâs miracle cure or colloidal silver.
âOkayâŠgot thatâŠand thatâŠdamnâŠmight have some of thatâŠâ he was muttering under his breath, flicking through the pages, back and forth, before he slammed the tiny book shut, âAlright. Water is boiling. Stay put. Will be back in a tick,â he swept out the front door to the cabin.
True to his word, he was back within minutes, a plastic bag in hand, muttering again under his breath something along the lines of, âAt least the blasted things are good for emergencies,â he set the bag down, pulling items out left and right.
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.
Luciferâs movements were precise, items moving with accuracy into a small mortar. He ground things up, dumping other things into another container. He hummed to himself as he worked. He grabbed a small mesh ball, pressing the freshly ground and combined ingredients inside. He sealed it, then set the thing, it had a small chain, into a mug. He grabbed the kettle and poured the hot water into the mug.
âAlrighty then, let it steep for a bit. A good oleâ wolfsbane tea. Will help make the fuzzy little bastard a bit more manageable,â he grinned, sliding the mug a bit towards Bobby
âI ainât changingâ wonât let it go that far.â Bobby said. He did take a couple sips. Not as horrible as he thought but pretty bad. âWithout my necessary, I tend to be pretty bad when I change. An I may not hurt you, but I can hurt others.
âWe are quite far from the nearest town. You wonât be leaving this cabin until the sun rises, anyway,â he sat down with a fresh glass of alcohol, âThere are leftovers in the fridge, if you are feeling peecish. Help yourself.â
He got himself some food. âBut you ainât understanding. I ainât staying here forever, and if you let me loose even with the sun up, come next moonrise and Iâll kill. I canât have that kinda collateral.â
âWerewolves need human hearts, yes? But could any heart do? Maybe substitutionsâŠ?â Luci tapped his fingers on the glass in thought, âNo, keeping you here would be wrong. Anyway, iâm due to return to Lux in a few weeks and if I miss that deadline, Maze would begin sniffing around trying to find out what happened to me.â
He went quiet for a time, eyes watching the flames, the jeweled ring on his finger flashing in the light as he tapped the now emptied glass,
âThey can survive that way, but it itâs not a good life from what I understand. They have to choke it down. Anâ fore you ask itâs gotta be live. Pre-dead donât work. Ainât just hearts, hearts are just especial favorite. In all my years Iâve only known one hunter not go off Rez when bit, an he was a peacenik to start with. But heâs still got a watchdog. His own promised to put him down he goes for human.â
He pulled the syringe out of his pocket. âLast resort.â He said. Ainât fun, but it works.â He sighed. âWould T be here if the bitch hadnât broken my arm.â
âThere has to be a way,â he tapped the glass and then stood up, rolling his shoulders a little, âRight. FundamentalsâŠThere is always a choice. An alternate path. You can choose the beast or seek a way to return to being just a man.â
âI donât stay dead.â Bobby didnât mean to just drop that like a stone. âBut the return ainât fun though you may find it instructive.â
âImpossible. All humans die and stay dead,â he stared at Bobby in confusion, âWell, other than Cain, but that was a one off sort of dealâŠand he is dead now. Wanker,â he grumbled.
âI died eight years ago, five years ago I came back. And I canât stay dead. As long as Iâm alive a register as human till the bounty hunter shows up but infernal and were? Ainât a good mix.â He pointed to the scar over his heart, died fifteen days after I came back. This is my third bite. If I go down human I come back mostly ok.â
If I die were like I did last time, after killing nine, it took most of a day for me to return an I werenât in a good way.â
He looked troubled, âA bounty hunter? Infernal?â he rubbed his head, âWhat in the world has this world come to?â
Luci quickly poured himself another drink, âIf you are looking for someone to kill youâŠI canât. Angels arenât allowed to kill humans. Rule number one.â
âFirsâ one to follow that rule.â Bobby groused. âI can deal with it myself. But it ainât easy anâ I wouldnât mind some company.â He nodded to the thing on the table. âHelp me set my arm anâ Iâll be in a little better way. An technically, you wait till I turn an you ainât killing a human.â Bobby shrugged one shouldered and untied his broken right arm. âMore chance it donât heal right if I go down with a broken wing.â
Silver hurt like hell, and he was going to wait a little longer. If he could heâd sleep through it but it didnât work that way.
âIt was one of the few that I actually cared to keep,â he frowned, then tipped back another drink.
âAlright,â he grabbed the supplies but paused at âbroken wing.â
âIâm an idiotâŠâ he set the things back down, âI recall Mazikeen doing this for AmenadielâŠmaybe it would work for a human,â he gave his shoulders a small roll again
âThere we are,â he twisted a wing over, plucking one of the brilliant white feathers, âThis should do the trick. A bit of Celestial magic.â
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
He rubbed the feather between his hands until a brilliant glow formed, âAlright, then, this might sting a bit,â he gave a wry smile, âIâve never actually done this before, so I donât know if itâll actually workâŠâ
âYou ready?â he asked, hands held out, not quite touching. He was waiting for permission.
Bobby nodded. He didnât have words not only because it wasnât often you saw an angelâs 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 Bobbyâs 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.
âIt looks like it worked,â he panted, looking just a bit ashen. Lucifer helped ease Bobby into a seat, âSorry about the pain. ThoughâŠit does look like more than the arm was healed. But it could just be the angle and lighting to me. What do you think?â
He tilted his head, grabbing a fresh drink for himself and Bobby.
Bobby caught his breath and nearly collapsed. ââMind me not to do that again.â He muttered. His arm was healed, it didnât seem that he was turning, but it felt to him like something was very wrong.
âQuite agreed,â he frowned just a bit, âHow does it feel?â Luci asked, gesturing to Bobbyâs arm. If at least one thing went well.
He began to clear up the mess, wiping the ashy remains of the feather from his hands.
He extended and flexed the arm noting that the veining was gone. âDunno if it fixed me or jusâ delayed it, but I kinda feel it ainât somethin to do again soon.â
âEven if it is merely delaying the lycanthropy, then that at least gives you some time,â Luci looked over, washing things up now, âAt least you can get a good nightâs rest. Iâll take the pull-out if you want the bed. Doesnât matter much to me.â
âNonsense, been sleepin on couches for thirty years.â He wasnât sure if the Lycanthropy was gone but he knew he didnât feel good. He also didnât want to tell his host that he didnât sleep.
âIâll just get some things for the pull-out then. I should have some spare pillows,â 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.Â
Bobby made like he was going to sleep but heâd probably just fill in his journal and do some study. Cause this werenât the luci he knew. And the more he knew about his own condition the less he liked it. He didnât bother with the sigil since he didnât 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.
Bobby sat up late into the night. He didnât often sleep and when he did, he was stuck in the same nightmare, the one he was trying so hard to stop. Five am and he was up making coffee like always, writing observations on his state. He had good news, and bad news.
He had concluded his tests and written his observations, turning to lore by the time his host was up. âThere is coffee if you drink it.â
âWhat a heavenly smell it is,â he sniffed the air as he poured out a helping. Luci gingerly tasted it, finding it wasnât foul, like the stuff he used to find at the precinct.
âWhatâs all this?â he gestured to the spread upon the table, looking quizzically over it all.
âAinât been able to sleep pasâ five in decades. So I was doing some lore readinâ. 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 ainât gonna turn, but I got some bad news with that good. My healinâ is already slowinâ anâ my skinâs getting ashen an cold. So we stopped one issue an started another. My infernal went to sulk an left me by my lonesome.â
âA side effect of Celestial healing, I assume?â he tapped his coffee mug in thought, âWould something infernal work in drawing it back?âÂ
He looked ratherâŠwaryâŠwhen asking that question.Â
âI dunno, heâs a bit tetchy he donât like angel power much. I ainât never gotten him back any sooner than he wants to be back. But that leaves me with a worse problem. Without him Iâm an animated corpse anâ you know what happens to them when they run out of power? They go revenant. Whatâs dead should stay dead.â
âI quite remember that being the reason I forbid demons coming up to earth and inhabiting humans,â Luci gulped more coffee, âWhy do I have this feeling I stepped into a place that is not my own?â
âThere are alternate EarthsâŠalternate paths that people take that branch outâŠcreating a new earth to live out that decision. SomehowâŠI wound up on yours,â he looked thoughtful, âExplains why Maze hasnât checked in this weekâŠâ
âYeah,â Bobby nodded âfigured, since our luci is in the pit an werenât at all nice. He tried to take over the world so we stuck him in timeout with Michael.â He sighed, âAnyway, I got bout a week fore it gets bad, at the rate Iâm cooling.â
âStuck with Michael?â He shuddered at the thought, âMy twin can be quite the pain in the assâŠâÂ
Luci tapped the mug once more, âThere might be a wayâŠto halt that. For a time, at least. And it doesnât involve Celestial magics at all. More ofâŠa remnant of the Lillum.â
âI dunno about that.â Bobby said. âIâm 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.â
âWell, I canât really go and fetch your soul. Last few times I tried thatâŠit didnât end well,â he frowned, âAnd that was on my own Earth were I was still King of Hell.â
Bobby laughed. âMy soul is bound you wouldnât be able to bring it back to me. The bounty hunter has it. The thing is I know how to summon him but I donât know if he canât or wonât.
âBounty hunter? Things are quite a lot different hereâŠâ he sat down on the chair, his dark hair sticking up everywhere. He hadnât yet groomed himself for the day
âYeah, what I been told heâs 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, Luciferâs eyes glowed a deep red. He had grown quite still, âI could never understand the fascination with souls,â his voice had lost its playful tone, had grown deeper.
Hey, luci, this ainât your world, this one works different.â He sighed. âAnyway, bout the time Lilith was deposed they put the bounty hunter in time out cause he helped bring her down, was afraid sheâd 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.â
âDoesnât mean I have to stand here and like it,â he snapped, the mug crushing beneath his grip, âI am still an Archangel. I am Lucifer bloody Morningstar,â his eyes still glowed red.
âLucifer here, is still in the pit, an he ainât coming back. Bounty hunter is an office of hell so ainât notin but getting rid of hell what can stop it. An you do that, Iâm gone.â He snorted. âYou ainât gotta like it but you ainât 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 Iâll gladly put you in the pit with our luci.â
âUnderstood,â he sat back, closing his eyes for a bit, âI understand where you are coming from as well. ThereâŠare people back home that I would do anything for. Anything to keep them safe.â
âAnâ I donâ have a soul right now so I wouldnât care how many others got hurt. I try an pretend to be me, but it ainât easy, an this? Goin revenant? This sucks worse. We hunters call them biters. They bite a human, the human becomes a revenant too just like in the movies.
Romero had a hunter on staff. âS how he got it right, well mostly he changed some stuff so people didnât get hurt.â
âIs there anything I can do to revenant-proof this cabin? As a last resort, if your pal doesnât come back in time? I would rather hate for the people of the town to get hurt.â
Revenants donât feel pain. So locking the door barricade the window will only last till they get desperate enough to claw or break. Iâve never been revenant very long, I dunno what happens if I stay in that state.
They donât breathe and the only thing they eat is human. If they donât kill you right off you become one. You ainât human so prolly wonât trigger the bite reflex. But they canât talk, all they know is heat is good because heat means food. Warm blooded creatures can carry it.
Youâll know when it gets close because I start losing the ability to think and speak clearly.
âWell, I wonât have to worry about the biting thing,â he picked up a shard of the mug and demonstrated by digging it into the skin of his arm, âSee?â there was no mark or blemish.
âFor the other thingsâŠI shall keep a close eye out. I will also try toâŠtone down the Celestial partsâŠmaybe your other half will come back soon.â
âI hope but he likes to throw tantrums like this to remind me that without him Iâm jusâ a corpse.â
An then heâll go out an take some souls as soon as Iâm whole. Prolly still to weak to chain him.
Lucifer let out a long sigh, âWell, I shall do what I can for you, in whatever capacity that I can.â
It was obvious over the next few days that Bobby was right. His skin turned cold and pale, his blood stopped pumping, and eventually his eyes went dim. âLuci, Iâm scared. Iââ he had to chase the word around his brain. âWantââŠâ
His eyes were milky like a corpse and any humanity in them was gone. His gait was shambling and he banged into the wall trying to get loose.
âNo, no, not that way,â 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 porkâŠmaybe he could trick zombie-Bobby enough.
Biters are like toddlers. Anything even vaguely food went into his mouth. He ate the meat but didnât seem to like it and hand-to-mouth was itâs thing. It tried to bite the angel once or twice, just gnawing unsuccessfully.
By the second day it was scratching at the walls trying to get out. By three it was bodily throwing itself at them.
Heedless of the ripped skin and broken bones that were not healing. If it got a cut the black blood oozed and still it kept trying to get to freedom. To the food it could smell.
Luci didnât sleep. He didnât let his eyes leave Bobby. Eventually, though, he would need sleep. He had, before, gone several days without sleepâŠand it hadnât gone well. Even now he could feel the effects of sleep deprivation.
Bobby was silent. He couldnât do more than grunt hiss or growl.
The gun was still on the table where Bobby had left it. Under it was a slip of paper that just said âin case of emergencyâ
He looked at it. Luci hadnât wanted to use itâŠbut seeing his new friend like thisâŠ
Luci picked it up, checked to see that it was, indeed, loaded. A single bullet. He raised the gun, âIâm sorry, Bobby.â
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 noiseâŠand the thud. Luci set the gun down gingerly, stepping around to Bobbyâs 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 Bobbyâs hat
Bobby got up and showered. Then he went and made coffee then he rummaged in the fridge to find something to cook.
He figured food and coffee would wake his host.
It was definitely the smell of coffee and food that roused him. Luci sat up straight, rubbing his eyes.
âBoiled caffeine on the stove anâ bacon and eggs in the pan.â
Coming back always made him hungry. He rubbed his forehead. âGuess you found my note.â
âYes, I found itâŠâ he looked aside at the note and gun, then poured himself some coffee and helped himself to some breakfast, âI tried to give your other half time to come backâŠbut you were degenerating too fast.â
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 wonât be surprised if we have some⊠errands to run later.â
âI donât knowâŠif I will find my way back to my own universe. So I might be stuck here for a whileâŠâ he got some food in him, thinking, âI donât think Iâll stick to this cabin. Might explore the rest that this universe has to offer. It seemsâŠinteresting.â
âI donât 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 Iâd look up Constance. Heâs a bit rough but he deals with time and dimension more than us.â
He nodded, then held out his hand, âIt was an absolute pleasure meeting you, Bobby Singer.â
He shook hands. âIf we meet again I hope itâs under better circumstances. An I hope you get home.
âI hope so too. But if I do find my way homeâŠâ he stopped there, finishing shoveling the food down, âYou are welcome to continue using this cabin, if you want. I have a feeling you might have need of it from time to time.â
âIt would make a good hunting cabin for sure thank you for that. Might have to ward it some so I donât bring the nightmare of the week home.â
Luci smiled, heading up the stairs to his room to gather his things.Â
âIf you ever have need of me, and if Iâm still in this universe, I do answer prayers.â
âIâll remember that. You ainât gotta go on my account. Anyway whoever you found, hang on to them, they done ya good.â
He tilted his head, âWhat do you mean by that?â he asked, confused.
âYou kept mentioning someone, sounds like you two are together. Anyway, musta been a good influence on you.â
âOhâŠyesâŠthe Detective. SheâŠâ he went quiet, âI think IâŠscared her off. She was always soâŠsensible,â he sat down heavily in the chair once more, âI always told her the truth about who and what I am. She never believed itâŠuntil she sawâŠâ
âDonât wait too long to find her. Sheâll run for a bit but once she got her head round it. Sheâll come back if sheâs right for you.â
one more night (Open) third clean repost
Bobby never intended to die. Â He hated it. Â But there were some times it couldnât be avoided. Â and this was going to be one of them. Â The thing that made it so much harder was that he was going to have to reveal himself to someone. Â With his injuries the way they were, there was no way he could do it. Â
Heâd managed to bind his arm and put it in a sling. Â But it was his right hand And he was pretty sure the arm was broken. Â Heâd managed to get the werewolf, but not before it got its teeth into him. Â
As he turned away from the fire, he set up a last resort. Â Heâd done it once before, but didnât want to have to. Â Pure colloidal Silver to the heart should stop it but it hurt like a bitch and heâd need a place to lie low for a couple days. Â But it was better than the alternative. Â
He knew there were some, a few, who could rein in that monster, but he didnât trust himself to do that. Â With the syringe in a pocket he could reach with his left hand, and his silver knife in his belt, he set off, duty bag balanced carefully on his shoulder. Â Heâd have to find a place and heâd have to find it soon. Â He couldnât afford to walk much longer or heâd lose any time he had left. Â He was praying for a cabin, with the weather unseasonably cold, himself dying by inches and his car dead in town, he was out of options. Â The wolves had gotten him and dragged him out here. Â But he didnât dare head for town. Â
Finally he could see a light through the trees. Â He almost prayed it was a hunter, if notâ well, things would get weird. Â
âHowdy?â Â he said to the figure that hid behind the shadowed doorway. Â âGot run off the road down there, think I busted up my arm pretty good, any chance I could sleep here for the night?â
It had been Mazeâs idea, in the beginning. Get out of the city for a little bit. Clear the head, that sort of thing. She hated seeing him mope about, slumped over his piano, desperately trying to get drunk or high. Damned his Celestial tolerance.
So, cabin in the woods. No technology save a cell phone, for emergencies. Maze had made him promise. And he couldnât break his promises. A deal, actually. More binding, making it a deal. A month in the woods to get over it all.
He was doing so well, too. He could almost see himself making a living of this whole âoutdoorsâ thing. Sure, he missed his creature comforts. But it was easier to get her off his mind when there werenât things to remind him.
He was just getting comfortable for the night, a glass of Scotch on the little table next to his comfy chair, when he heard the knock upon the door. He frowned. Now, who would be out here at this time of night? So, he stood and answered the door. A human stood outside, ragged, an arm bound up.
âOf course,â he stood aside and gestured, âHow could I turn aside someone clearly in need?â
Bobby shuffled in and looked around. âGot a place I could clean up?â His face fell a little seeing a civilian, no wards or salt meant probably colloidal silver.
His bag was perfectly balanced on his shoulder, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he started losing lucidity. He wanted a hot shower and a last meal if he had to do it.
A hunter would know what the veining on his arm meant.
âThere is a washroom down the hall there, the door on the right,â he gave a small frown as he took in the manâs appearance in better light. He lookedâŠrough, âAlong with a first-aid kit under the sink.â
As the stranger turned, he noted the prominent and darkened veins running up his arm, âThough I doubt the kit will do much for that. You said you got run off the road?â He raised an eyebrow, before his gaze flicked to the calendar on the wall, âHmmâŠâ
Bobby paused. âRobert Singer, friends call me Bobby. With a comment like that I take it you ainât vegan (non hunter).â He carefully put down the bag balanced on his shoulder. âWell, that part is true, I was run off the road, but it was what happened after what got me in trouble.â
âOne could say Iâve seen a thing or two,â 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, âI am Lucifer Morningstar, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.â
He frowned. If it was the real luci they might have some issues since luci had made him what he was. âGot bit by a werewolf.â I figure I got about three hours fore Iâm howlin at the moon.â He took the proffered drink. âHunterâs watch sucks.â
âWerewolf, eh? Well, good thing Iâm not human,â he tipped back his Scotch, slamming the glass down with a satisfied sound, âAlright then.â
He moved about the cabin, fetching items from various places, âYou should go and wash up while you have the chance. i get the feeling this will be a long night,â he began to roll up his sleeves.
âYeah.â Bobby went and cleaned himself up checking on the bite, still inflamed.
He was tempted to use the silver but he figured heâd see what luci had in store for him first Since it wasnât like Bobby couldnât come back.
âThis should help with that,â Luci tossed a small tube, almost the size of a tube of chapstick, âRoll on applicator. Quite the amazing advancement in technology. Humans, your lot are quite fascinating,âÂ
He had set up a tea kettle in the fireplace hearth, as well as a small notebook. He was currently studying the thing, flicking the pages with a concentrated look.
Bobby looked at the applicator for a moment he was hesitant, but there wasnât much for it, try luciâs miracle cure or colloidal silver.
âOkayâŠgot thatâŠand thatâŠdamnâŠmight have some of thatâŠâ he was muttering under his breath, flicking through the pages, back and forth, before he slammed the tiny book shut, âAlright. Water is boiling. Stay put. Will be back in a tick,â he swept out the front door to the cabin.
True to his word, he was back within minutes, a plastic bag in hand, muttering again under his breath something along the lines of, âAt least the blasted things are good for emergencies,â he set the bag down, pulling items out left and right.
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.
Luciferâs movements were precise, items moving with accuracy into a small mortar. He ground things up, dumping other things into another container. He hummed to himself as he worked. He grabbed a small mesh ball, pressing the freshly ground and combined ingredients inside. He sealed it, then set the thing, it had a small chain, into a mug. He grabbed the kettle and poured the hot water into the mug.
âAlrighty then, let it steep for a bit. A good oleâ wolfsbane tea. Will help make the fuzzy little bastard a bit more manageable,â he grinned, sliding the mug a bit towards Bobby
âI ainât changingâ wonât let it go that far.â Bobby said. He did take a couple sips. Not as horrible as he thought but pretty bad. âWithout my necessary, I tend to be pretty bad when I change. An I may not hurt you, but I can hurt others.
âWe are quite far from the nearest town. You wonât be leaving this cabin until the sun rises, anyway,â he sat down with a fresh glass of alcohol, âThere are leftovers in the fridge, if you are feeling peecish. Help yourself.â
He got himself some food. âBut you ainât understanding. I ainât staying here forever, and if you let me loose even with the sun up, come next moonrise and Iâll kill. I canât have that kinda collateral.â
âWerewolves need human hearts, yes? But could any heart do? Maybe substitutionsâŠ?â Luci tapped his fingers on the glass in thought, âNo, keeping you here would be wrong. Anyway, iâm due to return to Lux in a few weeks and if I miss that deadline, Maze would begin sniffing around trying to find out what happened to me.â
He went quiet for a time, eyes watching the flames, the jeweled ring on his finger flashing in the light as he tapped the now emptied glass,
âThey can survive that way, but it itâs not a good life from what I understand. They have to choke it down. Anâ fore you ask itâs gotta be live. Pre-dead donât work. Ainât just hearts, hearts are just especial favorite. In all my years Iâve only known one hunter not go off Rez when bit, an he was a peacenik to start with. But heâs still got a watchdog. His own promised to put him down he goes for human.â
He pulled the syringe out of his pocket. âLast resort.â He said. Ainât fun, but it works.â He sighed. âWould T be here if the bitch hadnât broken my arm.â
âThere has to be a way,â he tapped the glass and then stood up, rolling his shoulders a little, âRight. FundamentalsâŠThere is always a choice. An alternate path. You can choose the beast or seek a way to return to being just a man.â
âI donât stay dead.â Bobby didnât mean to just drop that like a stone. âBut the return ainât fun though you may find it instructive.â
âImpossible. All humans die and stay dead,â he stared at Bobby in confusion, âWell, other than Cain, but that was a one off sort of dealâŠand he is dead now. Wanker,â he grumbled.
âI died eight years ago, five years ago I came back. And I canât stay dead. As long as Iâm alive a register as human till the bounty hunter shows up but infernal and were? Ainât a good mix.â He pointed to the scar over his heart, died fifteen days after I came back. This is my third bite. If I go down human I come back mostly ok.â
If I die were like I did last time, after killing nine, it took most of a day for me to return an I werenât in a good way.â
He looked troubled, âA bounty hunter? Infernal?â he rubbed his head, âWhat in the world has this world come to?â
Luci quickly poured himself another drink, âIf you are looking for someone to kill youâŠI canât. Angels arenât allowed to kill humans. Rule number one.â
âFirsâ one to follow that rule.â Bobby groused. âI can deal with it myself. But it ainât easy anâ I wouldnât mind some company.â He nodded to the thing on the table. âHelp me set my arm anâ Iâll be in a little better way. An technically, you wait till I turn an you ainât killing a human.â Bobby shrugged one shouldered and untied his broken right arm. âMore chance it donât heal right if I go down with a broken wing.â
Silver hurt like hell, and he was going to wait a little longer. If he could heâd sleep through it but it didnât work that way.
âIt was one of the few that I actually cared to keep,â he frowned, then tipped back another drink.
âAlright,â he grabbed the supplies but paused at âbroken wing.â
âIâm an idiotâŠâ he set the things back down, âI recall Mazikeen doing this for AmenadielâŠmaybe it would work for a human,â he gave his shoulders a small roll again
âThere we are,â he twisted a wing over, plucking one of the brilliant white feathers, âThis should do the trick. A bit of Celestial magic.â
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
He rubbed the feather between his hands until a brilliant glow formed, âAlright, then, this might sting a bit,â he gave a wry smile, âIâve never actually done this before, so I donât know if itâll actually workâŠâ
âYou ready?â he asked, hands held out, not quite touching. He was waiting for permission.
Bobby nodded. He didnât have words not only because it wasnât often you saw an angelâs 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 Bobbyâs 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.
âIt looks like it worked,â he panted, looking just a bit ashen. Lucifer helped ease Bobby into a seat, âSorry about the pain. ThoughâŠit does look like more than the arm was healed. But it could just be the angle and lighting to me. What do you think?â
He tilted his head, grabbing a fresh drink for himself and Bobby.
Bobby caught his breath and nearly collapsed. ââMind me not to do that again.â He muttered. His arm was healed, it didnât seem that he was turning, but it felt to him like something was very wrong.
âQuite agreed,â he frowned just a bit, âHow does it feel?â Luci asked, gesturing to Bobbyâs arm. If at least one thing went well.
He began to clear up the mess, wiping the ashy remains of the feather from his hands.
He extended and flexed the arm noting that the veining was gone. âDunno if it fixed me or jusâ delayed it, but I kinda feel it ainât somethin to do again soon.â
âEven if it is merely delaying the lycanthropy, then that at least gives you some time,â Luci looked over, washing things up now, âAt least you can get a good nightâs rest. Iâll take the pull-out if you want the bed. Doesnât matter much to me.â
âNonsense, been sleepin on couches for thirty years.â He wasnât sure if the Lycanthropy was gone but he knew he didnât feel good. He also didnât want to tell his host that he didnât sleep.
âIâll just get some things for the pull-out then. I should have some spare pillows,â 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.Â
Bobby made like he was going to sleep but heâd probably just fill in his journal and do some study. Cause this werenât the luci he knew. And the more he knew about his own condition the less he liked it. He didnât bother with the sigil since he didnât 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.
Bobby sat up late into the night. He didnât often sleep and when he did, he was stuck in the same nightmare, the one he was trying so hard to stop. Five am and he was up making coffee like always, writing observations on his state. He had good news, and bad news.
He had concluded his tests and written his observations, turning to lore by the time his host was up. âThere is coffee if you drink it.â
âWhat a heavenly smell it is,â he sniffed the air as he poured out a helping. Luci gingerly tasted it, finding it wasnât foul, like the stuff he used to find at the precinct.
âWhatâs all this?â he gestured to the spread upon the table, looking quizzically over it all.
âAinât been able to sleep pasâ five in decades. So I was doing some lore readinâ. 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 ainât gonna turn, but I got some bad news with that good. My healinâ is already slowinâ anâ my skinâs getting ashen an cold. So we stopped one issue an started another. My infernal went to sulk an left me by my lonesome.â
âA side effect of Celestial healing, I assume?â he tapped his coffee mug in thought, âWould something infernal work in drawing it back?âÂ
He looked ratherâŠwaryâŠwhen asking that question.Â
âI dunno, heâs a bit tetchy he donât like angel power much. I ainât never gotten him back any sooner than he wants to be back. But that leaves me with a worse problem. Without him Iâm an animated corpse anâ you know what happens to them when they run out of power? They go revenant. Whatâs dead should stay dead.â
âI quite remember that being the reason I forbid demons coming up to earth and inhabiting humans,â Luci gulped more coffee, âWhy do I have this feeling I stepped into a place that is not my own?â
âThere are alternate EarthsâŠalternate paths that people take that branch outâŠcreating a new earth to live out that decision. SomehowâŠI wound up on yours,â he looked thoughtful, âExplains why Maze hasnât checked in this weekâŠâ
âYeah,â Bobby nodded âfigured, since our luci is in the pit an werenât at all nice. He tried to take over the world so we stuck him in timeout with Michael.â He sighed, âAnyway, I got bout a week fore it gets bad, at the rate Iâm cooling.â
âStuck with Michael?â He shuddered at the thought, âMy twin can be quite the pain in the assâŠâÂ
Luci tapped the mug once more, âThere might be a wayâŠto halt that. For a time, at least. And it doesnât involve Celestial magics at all. More ofâŠa remnant of the Lillum.â
âI dunno about that.â Bobby said. âIâm 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.â
âWell, I canât really go and fetch your soul. Last few times I tried thatâŠit didnât end well,â he frowned, âAnd that was on my own Earth were I was still King of Hell.â
Bobby laughed. âMy soul is bound you wouldnât be able to bring it back to me. The bounty hunter has it. The thing is I know how to summon him but I donât know if he canât or wonât.
âBounty hunter? Things are quite a lot different hereâŠâ he sat down on the chair, his dark hair sticking up everywhere. He hadnât yet groomed himself for the day
âYeah, what I been told heâs 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, Luciferâs eyes glowed a deep red. He had grown quite still, âI could never understand the fascination with souls,â his voice had lost its playful tone, had grown deeper.
Hey, luci, this ainât your world, this one works different.â He sighed. âAnyway, bout the time Lilith was deposed they put the bounty hunter in time out cause he helped bring her down, was afraid sheâd 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.â
âDoesnât mean I have to stand here and like it,â he snapped, the mug crushing beneath his grip, âI am still an Archangel. I am Lucifer bloody Morningstar,â his eyes still glowed red.
âLucifer here, is still in the pit, an he ainât coming back. Bounty hunter is an office of hell so ainât notin but getting rid of hell what can stop it. An you do that, Iâm gone.â He snorted. âYou ainât gotta like it but you ainât 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 Iâll gladly put you in the pit with our luci.â
âUnderstood,â he sat back, closing his eyes for a bit, âI understand where you are coming from as well. ThereâŠare people back home that I would do anything for. Anything to keep them safe.â
âAnâ I donâ have a soul right now so I wouldnât care how many others got hurt. I try an pretend to be me, but it ainât easy, an this? Goin revenant? This sucks worse. We hunters call them biters. They bite a human, the human becomes a revenant too just like in the movies.
Romero had a hunter on staff. âS how he got it right, well mostly he changed some stuff so people didnât get hurt.â
âIs there anything I can do to revenant-proof this cabin? As a last resort, if your pal doesnât come back in time? I would rather hate for the people of the town to get hurt.â
Revenants donât feel pain. So locking the door barricade the window will only last till they get desperate enough to claw or break. Iâve never been revenant very long, I dunno what happens if I stay in that state.
They donât breathe and the only thing they eat is human. If they donât kill you right off you become one. You ainât human so prolly wonât trigger the bite reflex. But they canât talk, all they know is heat is good because heat means food. Warm blooded creatures can carry it.
Youâll know when it gets close because I start losing the ability to think and speak clearly.
âWell, I wonât have to worry about the biting thing,â he picked up a shard of the mug and demonstrated by digging it into the skin of his arm, âSee?â there was no mark or blemish.
âFor the other thingsâŠI shall keep a close eye out. I will also try toâŠtone down the Celestial partsâŠmaybe your other half will come back soon.â
âI hope but he likes to throw tantrums like this to remind me that without him Iâm jusâ a corpse.â
An then heâll go out an take some souls as soon as Iâm whole. Prolly still to weak to chain him.
Lucifer let out a long sigh, âWell, I shall do what I can for you, in whatever capacity that I can.â
It was obvious over the next few days that Bobby was right. His skin turned cold and pale, his blood stopped pumping, and eventually his eyes went dim. âLuci, Iâm scared. Iââ he had to chase the word around his brain. âWantââŠâ
His eyes were milky like a corpse and any humanity in them was gone. His gait was shambling and he banged into the wall trying to get loose.
âNo, no, not that way,â 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 porkâŠmaybe he could trick zombie-Bobby enough.
Biters are like toddlers. Anything even vaguely food went into his mouth. He ate the meat but didnât seem to like it and hand-to-mouth was itâs thing. It tried to bite the angel once or twice, just gnawing unsuccessfully.
By the second day it was scratching at the walls trying to get out. By three it was bodily throwing itself at them.
Heedless of the ripped skin and broken bones that were not healing. If it got a cut the black blood oozed and still it kept trying to get to freedom. To the food it could smell.
Luci didnât sleep. He didnât let his eyes leave Bobby. Eventually, though, he would need sleep. He had, before, gone several days without sleepâŠand it hadnât gone well. Even now he could feel the effects of sleep deprivation.
Bobby was silent. He couldnât do more than grunt hiss or growl.
The gun was still on the table where Bobby had left it. Under it was a slip of paper that just said âin case of emergencyâ
He looked at it. Luci hadnât wanted to use itâŠbut seeing his new friend like thisâŠ
Luci picked it up, checked to see that it was, indeed, loaded. A single bullet. He raised the gun, âIâm sorry, Bobby.â
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 noiseâŠand the thud. Luci set the gun down gingerly, stepping around to Bobbyâs 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 Bobbyâs hat
Bobby got up and showered. Then he went and made coffee then he rummaged in the fridge to find something to cook.
He figured food and coffee would wake his host.
It was definitely the smell of coffee and food that roused him. Luci sat up straight, rubbing his eyes.
âBoiled caffeine on the stove anâ bacon and eggs in the pan.â
Coming back always made him hungry. He rubbed his forehead. âGuess you found my note.â
âYes, I found itâŠâ he looked aside at the note and gun, then poured himself some coffee and helped himself to some breakfast, âI tried to give your other half time to come backâŠbut you were degenerating too fast.â
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 wonât be surprised if we have some⊠errands to run later.â
âI donât knowâŠif I will find my way back to my own universe. So I might be stuck here for a whileâŠâ he got some food in him, thinking, âI donât think Iâll stick to this cabin. Might explore the rest that this universe has to offer. It seemsâŠinteresting.â
âI donât 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 Iâd look up Constance. Heâs a bit rough but he deals with time and dimension more than us.â
He nodded, then held out his hand, âIt was an absolute pleasure meeting you, Bobby Singer.â
He shook hands. âIf we meet again I hope itâs under better circumstances. An I hope you get home.
âI hope so too. But if I do find my way homeâŠâ he stopped there, finishing shoveling the food down, âYou are welcome to continue using this cabin, if you want. I have a feeling you might have need of it from time to time.â
âIt would make a good hunting cabin for sure thank you for that. Might have to ward it some so I donât bring the nightmare of the week home.â
Luci smiled, heading up the stairs to his room to gather his things.Â
âIf you ever have need of me, and if Iâm still in this universe, I do answer prayers.â
âIâll remember that. You ainât gotta go on my account. Anyway whoever you found, hang on to them, they done ya good.â
He tilted his head, âWhat do you mean by that?â he asked, confused.
âYou kept mentioning someone, sounds like you two are together. Anyway, musta been a good influence on you.â