Creep, 5/6, (SPN/HP)
Title: Creep
Author:Meh_Forget_It
Fandoms: Supernatural, Harry Potter
Warnings: SLASH. Spoilers for Season Five of Supernatural, Torture, Character Death, Blasphemy, general lack of regard for any religion, strong language, OOC behaviour, male/male graphic sex, insanity, probably more to come.
Summary: When Lucifer went to Carthage to raise Death, he did not expect to meet Death's new Master.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Supernatural. They belong to JK Rowling and Eric Kripke respectively. I'm not making any money from this.
Pairing: Lucifer/Harry
Rating: NC17
Status: Complete
Word Count: 34,845 (6,686 words this chapter)
Warnings for the chapter - So yeah, this chapter has a lemon in it and to be completely honest the consent is somewhat dubious and out there… though for whom, it's up to you to decide. It's pretty much at the beginning of this chapter so feel free to skip it, though I'd recommend reading the lead up to said lemon. It's marked where it starts. Skip it, read it, make up your own mind about how consensual it is for either side… Confused yet? Read on, my little Cherubs! *cackles*
Chapter Five
Harry glanced to the side from where he was leaning against the wall of the hotel they had been holing up in. It'd become a little boring after he'd had to take the soul of the catering staff. Unnatural things to do to cats, he couldn't let them live. They also had frogs legs on the menu, which, beyond confusing the non-living fuck out of him (they were in the middle of Kansas after all), also pissed him off. Double mark against their souls. Thankfully none of the demons, himself nor Lucifer actually needed to eat, or Lucifer probably would have been more pissed at him than he already was. Which was actually starting to get a little awkward.
Sighing, Harry turned back to look out at the people rushing by, making him wonder if they could sense the unholy evil aura coming from the hotel and if that was their reason for skirting around the building with wary haste. If they couldn't, Harry wasn't entirely sure why they should be allowed to survive this in the first place. They sort of deserved everything heading for them if they didn't see the large metaphorical meteor of sin and doom heading their way.
"Master." Harry threw one last glance at the humans rushing about, and then turned his attention to Death, who had just stepped out of the shadows next to him.
"Derek. Got news?"
"Certain plans will have to be changed." Death informed him with remorse, and Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He'd always felt that was a brilliant way for someone with no ability to show or feel emotions, to let others see their despair and/or frustration.
"By certain, what do you mean?"
"Most." Death admitted, and Harry sighed and wrinkled his nose. Also a good way for him to show his distaste at the news being given.
"Well that sucks. What do you advise?"
"Where's our other part?"
"Where he should be." Harry told him, and Death looked at him and then nodded his head.
"Lucifer is going to make your choose a side very soon, you know. You will have to tell him the side you have decided on. Are you certain on the side you have chosen?" Death asked him, and Harry titled his head to the side and wrinkled his nose.
"I have. Go inform the others to be prepared. I have a feeling that it's all going to be coming to an end fairly soon. You'll know when I have need of you." Harry told him and Death nodded before fading back into the shadows.
Harry then glanced back at the humans walking up and down the street in front of him and titled his head to the side. Shaking his head and sighing, he then turned away from them and headed back to Lucifer. The gig would soon be up, it would seem.
Harry walked into the suite and gasped when, as soon as the door shut behind him, he was slammed into the wall by Lucifer, the fallen angel's forearm pinning him against it under his chin.
"Hello to you too." Harry choked out, tip of his toes only just touching the floor, as he gasped for air he didn't really need and clutching at Lucifer's shoulders. Now would be a really inconvenient time to die. Again. "Mind telling me what this is all about?"
"You need to decide your place in this war. Now." Lucifer hissed, pressing a little more firmly on Harry's windpipe before easing off to allow Harry to speak.
"Why? We not having fun?" Harry rasped, staring at Lucifer with blank eyes, which made Lucifer feel a small amount of doubt, though he didn't allow for it to show.
"I know your secret." Lucifer hissed, and Harry sneered at him, but a flash of fear rushed over his features, making his eyes widen briefly, when Lucifer grabbed his wrist with his free hand and slammed it against the wall.
"I've got many secrets, Luci…" Harry said, inwardly proud that he had managed to lose the flash of fear and thus it didn't show in his voice, though his unease was still there, lurking in the pit of his stomach.
"I know." Lucifer hissed, hand slowly brushing up Harry's hand, before he grabbed at the ring and tugged on it. Harry glanced at him with wide eyes, before they narrowed and he shrugged.
"It's a ring. So what?" Harry said, voice remaining calm, no matter what he was feeling inside, though as was normal with him nowadays, the feeling was already beginning to fade.
"I know about the Deathly Hallows, Harry, Master over Death. I know." Lucifer whispered, and Harry stiffened before he tried to push Lucifer away from him, but failed.
"So what?" Harry hissed, seeing that his struggle was futile.
"I know how to kill you." Lucifer whispered, pressing his body up to Harry's and letting go of his wrist, before he then returned his hand, this time holding his silver dagger-like sword against his wrist, pressing hard enough that he drew blood. Harry turned his head and watched the blood trickle down his arm dispassionately, before turning dull eyes to a very smug looking Lucifer.
"So kill me."
"I'd rather have you on my side. Say that you will aide me in this war, and I will allow you to live." Lucifer whispered, letting the sword slip slightly and causing another cut.
"If I agree, what is in it for me?" Harry asked, licking his lips as he looked at Lucifer warily.
"Your life?" Lucifer told him, voicing it into a question and looking at Harry with narrowed eyes. "It's your choice."
Harry hissed his displeasure when Lucifer pressed his sword in even more, making more blood run out and start to drip to the floor.
"Fine. You have Death on your side." Harry muttered, then he frowned and bit on his lower lip. "I need you to promise me that you will tell no one else about the Hallows. Promise me, Lucifer."
"I will tell no one of the Hallows. However, as a little insurance..." Lucifer muttered, then Harry actually saw black spots in his vision as Lucifer cut away the finger with the ring on and let go of Harry, bending to pick the finger up, and put it and the ring into his pocket.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ow! That fucking hurt, you fucking knob-gobbler!" Harry yelled, clutching his hand to his chest and glaring at Lucifer. "And give me my fucking finger back!"
"Consider it collateral." Lucifer sneered, and Harry paused and looked at Lucifer with narrowed eyes.
"If you get collateral, then surely I should also get some." Harry muttered, before reaching out with his uninjured hand and dragging Lucifer to him. He the planted his lips over Lucifer's before he could speak and viciously kissed him, biting at his lips and forcing his tongue into the angel's mouth.
(NC-17 - Starts here if only for some of the language from little Harry)
Moments later, Lucifer pulled away, though his body stayed pressed up against Harry's, and he sneered at the immortal wizard in front of him.
"How is this collateral?" Lucifer asked, and Harry shrugged his shoulders before tugging Lucifer back to him, he frowned however, when Lucifer seemed reluctant.
"You cut off my finger. The least you could do is fuck me and help dull the fucking pain! Fucking cunt." Harry spat, sneering and closing the distance between then by leaning forward and biting harshly at Lucifer's bottom lip.
Lucifer growled and kissed Harry back, both able to the blood in their mouths from their ripped and torn lips, before he pulled back, grabbed Harry's shoulders and spun him around, slamming him face first into the wall. Harry grunted and flinched when his injured hand hit the wall, leaving a long smear of blood across the wallpaper and opening the slowly (for Harry at least) healing wound.
Harry then hissed when Lucifer bit down in the back of his neck, breaking the skin there and lapping at the blood. He yanked and tugged at the cloak and pulling it roughly off his shoulders as he pulled back slightly, letting go of the abused flesh of Harry's neck. Harry groaned and winced as his hand was once more abused before gasping when his trousers were forcefully ripped down his legs.
Lucifer hastily started to prepare Harry, shoving two barely lubed fingers into him straight away and making the shorter man gasp and grunt, pushing back against Lucifer. He gave a strangled moan when his prostate was brushed against, hips jerking in shocked pleasure, before he grunted as a third fingers was forced into him.
"Do it already!" Harry grunted, and gasped, then yelped when Lucifer pulled his fingers out before slamming his erection in to the hilt in quick succession. He then paused and leant heavily against Harry's back, breathing harshly and making Harry shift against him, clenching his muscles around Lucifer's erection. "Move."
Lucifer growled and harshly bit down on Harry's shoulder as he pulled out, then slammed back in, forcing a groan from Harry as he painfully clenched his hands into fists, no longer feeling the pain from his finger, or caring about the blood trickling down his arm and the wall.
The room was filled with their harsh breathing and grunts, the sound of skin slapping on skin almost drowned out by the groans and hisses that Lucifer forced out of Harry with his harsh treatment. Harry let his head drop back to rest against Lucifer's shoulder as he felt his orgasm rising inside of him, and then quickly muttered something almost inaudible under his breath before he cried out his pleasure. Lucifer grunted and erratically started pumping into him, his own climax rushing over him as he gripped Harry's hips hard enough to bruise, and slammed as deep as he could into Harry, not moving until he was completely drained.
Harry slumped forward to lean heavily on the wall, wincing when Lucifer pulled out and stepped away from him. Harry felt liquid running down his thighs and cringed at the sensation, turning around to slump with his back to the wall. He looked up at Lucifer through his lashes and sneered at the man, before he waved his hand, cleaning and clothing himself once more. Though the end result wasn't as he'd hoped, his finger still bleeding sluggishly.
(End Lemon)
"Intense." Harry muttered, glancing around for his cloak and then snatching it when Lucifer handed it to him. Harry narrowed his eyes at the man suspiciously, then shrugged the cloak on, ignoring the returning constant dull throb now coming from his hand.
"We should make a start on plans, now that I know I have you on my side." Lucifer said, ignoring the glare Harry was sending his way and walking over to the door to open it. He paused before opening it and looked Harry up and down with a distasteful sneer. "At least you are now looking cleaned up and semi-presentable."
"Fucker, no thanks to you. You do know I'll get that ring back, right?" Harry said, then snapped his mouth shut when three demons walked into the room, glancing between the two snippy men warily.
"You can certainly try. But you will definitely fail." Lucifer informed him, ignoring the insulting gesture Harry sent at him and, instead, turning to the three that entered the room.
Harry watched with narrowed eyes as Lucifer laid out the plans, and then sighed and let his eyes drift shut. Things were going almost to plan. Though he could have done without losing his finger.
Harry followed Lucifer onto the field where he claimed he would meet with Michael, and finish the war once and for all, in contemplative silence. His glanced down at his hand and frowned at the slow rate his finger was growing back, he could've sworn that his arm grew back a lot quicker when he got it ripped off by a passing train. And wasn't that an embarrassing memory he'd rather forget? He sighed once more and turned his attention back to Lucifer, scrunching up his nose and watching with disinterest as Lucifer paced in the grass.
"And you're certain that Michael will know when to show up? You sent him an email, or something, about it? Huh, angel emailing. That would be strange. 'Don't forget to smite the heathens in Croydon. Raphael. Xx' Yeah, that'd be weird." Harry muttered kicking at the only stone in the entire field. Lucifer briefly wondered where the hell, and how, Harry found the damned thing. Though he had quickly come to learn that the laws of logic didn't apply to Harry (or small children) when they got it into their head to irritate the ever loving hell out of whoever they were with.
"We do not use… emails. I do not even know what they are." Lucifer muttered, standing completely still and just staring out into the distance.
"Huh. That shouldn't surprise me… but it does. I'm also sort of concerned for the angel stuck with smiting the heathens in Croydon. They're gonna be there for a while…" Harry muttered, digging up the dirt with his toe and ignoring the somewhat perplexed look Lucifer was sending him.
"You made that hypothetical situation up. There is no angel in Croydon." Lucifer hissed at him and Harry glanced up at him through his lashes and smirked.
"You sound tense. Why? And you still haven't answered my question in the first place… How do you know Michael will be here?" Harry asked him, completely ignoring the glare Lucifer was sending his way.
"I just know. This is where it is supposed to happen." Lucifer informed him and Harry looked at him, nibbled on his bottom lip and tilted his head.
"A random field in the middle of Kansas? Right." Harry muttered slowly, rolling his eyes and then rolling his shoulders to try and work a kink out of them.
"This is where it will happen. Stop asking pointless questions." Lucifer growled and Harry smirked before he frowned once more and looked around them before turning back to Lucifer.
"Whose meat suit will he be using? Can't be Dean's, he hasn't said yes." Harry pointed out, making Lucifer look at him suspiciously.
"How would you know if Dean Winchester has said yes or not?"
"Simple, you don't look scarily like Sam Winchester, too short, not enough... hair going on. So, on that theory, why else would Dean say yes? So, how is Michael gonna show up with no meat suit? I don't fancy having my eyeballs burnt out of my skull." Harry added, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "It'd take fucking ages for them to grow back if the length of time my finger is taking is any indication."
"Your eyes would not be burnt out of your skull. You should be able to see an angels true form with no repercussions." Lucifer informed him and Harry made a noise of interest.
"Huh. Good to know. I had wondered if that would be a perk of the job. So, Mikey-boy's gonna show up in the angelic buff? All bright lights, glitter and other camp stuff that makes me question the validity of some of the things mentioned in the Bible. Because, let's face it, angels? Kinda gay. Like... fairies. And for a brief period in history, sailors. I blame the Village People for that last one." Harry added in a mutter, and Lucifer sighed and dragged a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Angelic buff? ... I don't think I want to know." Lucifer muttered and then frowned. "In answer to your other question, I believe he has a meat suit now. The youngest Winchester."
"Adam? He's dead. I should know; I took his soul myself." Harry said with a frown of confusion.
"They brought him back to life for the sole purpose of giving Michael a vessel." Lucifer told him and Harry huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh, that's fair. I hate you higher, celestial beings. You think you're above Death and the natural order of things. Well, hate to break it to you, but you're not. Wankers." Harry muttered, ignoring the growl from Lucifer.
"I am above you! I own you now." Lucifer hissed at him, patting his pocket in reminder and getting a sneer from Harry.
"So you like to believe. Shall we get this show on the road? DEREK!" Harry bellowed, smirking when he saw Lucifer cringe at the volume, then breaking out into a grin when Death appeared to the side of him.
"Master." Death said with a nod, and Harry smiled at him, ignoring the sharp look death sent to his injured hand. "What-?"
"Is everything sorted out?" Harry asked before Death could finish his question, and Death narrowed his eyes at Harry before he sighed and nodded his head.
"The final part of the plan was a success, everything is complete and ready. Now we just have to let everything take its course." Death informed Harry, and Harry smirked. Both anthropomorphic personifications ignored Lucifer's stare burning into their sides, neither one giving the man any opportunity to question them.
"Brilliant! Then I supposed our work here is done? There is nothing more that we can actually do to aide this?" Harry asked, he glanced at Lucifer out the corner of his eye and noticed the angel was grinding his teeth.
"You are right. We are no longer needed in this." Death agreed and clearly that was Lucifer's breaking point, as he quickly strode over to them and grabbed Harry by the collar of his cloak, completely ignoring the narrow eyed, angry look Death sent him.
"What do you mean? You promised me that you were on my side in this! You stated that you were backing me! You are not allowed to back out of this until I say so!" Lucifer hissed, shaking Harry slightly in his anger. Harry just gazed at him impassively and then let his head drop to the side to glance at Death.
"He thinks he has the ring." Harry then had the peculiar feeling of gravity abandoning him for a second, when Lucifer let go of him in shock at that statement. Gravity then grabbed him and yanked him harshly to the floor, making him exhale in shock.
"I do have the ring! I cut it off your finger myself!" Lucifer hissed at him, and Harry smirked then glanced over at Death.
"No. That ring is somewhere safe. Somewhere you would never even think of looking. The ring that you currently hold in your position is the Black Heir's ring. Not even the Lord's ring. That will get you access to one vault belonging to the Black's in Gringotts bank. And it's empty. Apparently when you don't actually have a job and some sort of steady income, money doesn't last forever, no matter how much you have." Harry commented breezily, absently waving his hand in a dismissive manner.
"No! I own you!" Lucifer hissed, reaching out to grab Harry once more, but missing when Death pulled Harry against his chest protectively, sneering at Lucifer in thinly controlled anger.
"Look, I've said it before and I'm certain I'll have to say it again after today. Death has no allegiances. We can't pick a side to back. Both sides will suffer losses, and we have to be impartial and reap the souls that fall. We don't give a shit if they are good, bad, neutral, whatever. We just send them on their merry way to wherever the fuck they are destined to go." Harry explained with a shrug, smirking at Lucifer's furious expression.
"You betrayed me!" Lucifer screamed, and Harry sighed and glanced up at Death, raising an eyebrow and shrugging.
"We didn't betray you. If anything, you betrayed us by trying to force our hand. You tried to trick my master into doing your bidding by trying to steal something from him that can and will never be yours. All three Hallows accepted Harry as their master and owner. Never has that happened before and never will it happen again. They can't ever be separated by different masters ever again. And no one gets the right to control Death anymore." Death informed Lucifer, before Harry chuckled and stepped out of Death's hold, walking over to stand in front of Lucifer.
"Let's be honest, Lucifer. You never truly thought I would back you. That was why you felt you had to trick me. Why you planned to separate me from the Hallows and kill me. You knew I wouldn't truly allow you to win this." Harry told him in a soft voice, gently resting his injured hand on Lucifer's cheek. "No one succeeds when they plan to rule the world. Not even Satan."
"You tricked me." Lucifer said, some of the fight leaving his voice, and Harry smiled at him and shrugged unapologetically.
"I had help." Harry said, and snapped his fingers, before taking a step away from Lucifer. He pulled his uninjured hand out of his cloak pocket, and opened it to show him the four Horsemen's rings in the palm of his hand. He then shrugged, letting a small smile cross his lips. "You did say that you never truly felt you had gotten out of Hell. Maybe you were right."
Harry then smirked and glanced just past Lucifer's shoulder, making Lucifer stiffen and look behind him. He took a step back when he saw Castiel and Gabriel standing behind him, each with a hand on the shoulder of either Sam or Dean.
Gabriel then smirked at him and waved his fingers, before glancing past Lucifer to Harry. Harry smiled and tilted his head in acquiescence. Gabriel then gave a small laugh, dragging Lucifer's attention back to him, and meowed.
"You!" Lucifer spat, finally putting the clues together and realising he had probably been played from the very beginning.
"My very own Cordelia. I'm insane, but I'm not actually insane enough to believe I need a Death of Cats." Harry bluntly informed him with a mock sad shake of his head.
"You never had any intention of backing me! You tricked me from the start! How dare you?" Lucifer spat, spinning on his heel to stride over to Harry, wrapping his hands around his neck before anyone could move to stop him. Castiel tightened his grip on Dean's shoulder when the hunter made a move to help Harry, whilst Gabriel snickered and shook his head at Sam. They all then looked to Death to see what his reaction was, and both hunters frowned to see him ignoring Harry and Lucifer completely, choosing to look to the side instead.
"I didn't." Harry choked out, scrabbling and scratching at Lucifer's hands and arms. "I gave you a chance. You can't hide from me! Can't hide your intentions! I knew everything! You hated me from the get go!"
Lucifer gave a growl of rage and tightened his grip on Harry's neck even more, making Harry gasp and choke. His struggling started to get weaker as his sight started to fade and he felt his body slowly begin to give up and shut down due to the lack of oxygen. He was only immortal in the sense that he couldn't stay dead after all.
"Luc-Be-behind you." Harry gasped out, and took in heaving, wheezing gasps of breath when he was unceremoniously dropped to the floor.
Harry glanced up through his limp, greasy hair and smirked when he saw Lucifer looking at the sword in his chest in shock, before he then looked up at Michael holding on the hilt of the sword, a look of betrayal and pain on his face. Michael grimaced at the look being sent his way, but pushed the sword in even deeper, brushing the fingers of his free hand over Lucifer's cheek in a weak gesture of apology.
"Derek…" Harry gasped out, throwing the rings to the floor and watching as the gate was opened. He then glanced back and saw that Death had appeared behind Michael and Lucifer. "Now."
Death smirked and tilted his head in a small bow to Harry, before he pushed both Archangel's into the hole. Harry stretched out his hand and let it brush against Michael's ankle, just as the shocked angels fell past him.
Death then moved quickly and grabbed hold of Harry to prevent him being sucked into Hell with the two angels, and they both watched as Gabriel shoved a shocked and frozen Sam into Castiel and Dean. The only Archangel that ever actually registered on Harry's radar then grabbed the rings and shut the gate, glancing down at the rings in his hand.
"It's over." Harry, Death and Gabriel all snapped their heads to the side to look at Sam when he spoke, a little breathlessly, the awe and relief clearly evident in his voice. "It's… they're…" Sam seemed unable to voice his feelings, just weakly waving in the direction that Lucifer and Michael had last been seen.
"What-what about Adam?" Dean finally asked, breaking the silence that had descended over them after Sam's stammered exclamation, all six of them just staring at where it had finally ended.
"He's moved on. Gone back to where he rightfully should be. Don't worry, he's not in the box." Harry told him, weakly letting Death and Gabriel pull him up from the floor and then straightening up. He refused to look weak and…mortal in front of the two hunters and their angel.
"Is it really over? How was it that easy?" Castiel finally asked, looking both disturbed at the recent happenings and a little relieved.
"You think that was easy, little bro?" Gabriel asked incredulously, staring at Castiel in stunned disbelief.
"He's kinda right. We didn't do jack." Dean pointed out, whilst Sam sheepishly shrugged and nodded his agreement.
"You're right, you, Team Free Will, did nothing in this. Well, besides fuck up quite a few of our plans. Why did you ignore our message from Mrs Singer? Why the fuck did you go to Elysian Fields?" Harry asked them, feeling a flash of anger and allowing it to show in his tone, before it quickly diminished to nothing. Both the Winchesters' had to grace to look at the floor in shame, whilst Castiel just look confused.
"What message?" Castiel asked, looking from the two humans to the three beings that had just ended the Apocalypse in a seemingly easy manner. One of which being his estranged and uncaring brother. Clearly not as uncaring as he had led them to believe.
"I gave Bobby Singer's wife a message to pass on to Bobby and the Winchesters' when we raised the dead. We told her to tell them not to say yes, no matter what, and to not stray far from South Dakota. Clearly they decided to ignore the second half. Actually, you probably would have ignored the first bloody part too if I hadn't shown up when I did. I should have let you get eaten." Harry muttered, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting slightly. "You nearly fucked up the plan."
"Sorry." Sam muttered, whilst Dean just shrugged and Castiel continued to look a little lost. "Still, you succeeded. You managed to do what we clearly couldn't."
"Yeah, but it could have been over so much sooner. In fact, this never would have bloody happened in the first place if Dean hadn't been a selfish twat and dragged Sam out of Heaven just so he wouldn't be left behind. Wanker." Harry muttered, and then winced when he felt the first flash of guilt and regret he had ever felt since getting all three Hallows, at the look of absolute devastation on Dean's face. "Sorry."
"I…" Dean trailed off and clenched his jaw, looking to the side and refusing to meet anyone's gaze.
"Yeah, I know. Fuck, we all make mistakes, I know I did when I was human. I still do. No one's infallible. It was hypocritical of me to point out your own faults, Dean Winchester. I apologise for that." Harry admitted with a pained shrug, then he glanced down at his hand and scowled.
"It's really over? He can't get back out?" Sam finally asked, and Dean glanced at them anxiously. Harry sighed and nodded his head. "But… how was it so.. I mean… you made it look so…"
"Easy? Like I said, it really wasn't. I had to lose a fucking finger for this stupid bloody war! And look! It hasn't grown back yet! I'm gimpy! GIMPY!" Harry exclaimed, waving his hand at a shocked and slightly disturbed Sam.
"Er…"
"And I had to hang around with some of the most moronic demons known to existence! I missed out on nabbing an autograph from Kama Chinen because he was scheduled to die on Sam's birthday. Had to keep that window open just because everyone thought the end was gonna happen then. Bad shit happens on your birthday, Sam." Harry informed him, and Sam made a small noise of protest, whilst Dean snorted and nodded.
"He's right you know. Oliver Reed died on your birthday." Gabriel pointed out, and Harry nodded and joined in.
"The Battle of Hogwarts happened on his birthday."
"So, half the wizarding world then. Even Sam died on his birthday, kinda like Shakespeare." Gabriel pointed out, and Sam just gaped at the two.
"No, that was a myth. No one actually knew the exact date that William Shakespeare was born on, they just said it was the same day as his death. I suppose it made it seem a little more poetic." Death pointed out, and Gabriel looked enlightened then glanced over at a still gaping Sam.
"Dean died on May 2nd as well." He said, just to make their point perfectly clear, ignoring the devastated look that crossed Sam's face at the reminder.
"Actually, that was May 3rd." Harry said, scrunching up his nose.
"See! Not my birthda-" Sam exclaimed, momentarily forgetting that they were still discussing his brother's death.
"Dude." Dean muttered, punching Sam's shoulder to shut him up.
"My point is, bad shit happens on your birthday. So I left it open and missed the opportunity to grab the autograph of the oldest recorded human being, ever! Well, muggle human being." Harry added hastily, then glanced over at the Winchesters' and Castiel. "Look, it wasn't easy, okay? You may think it looked easy, but that's because you weren't there for the difficult shit."
"Weren't there? We had a fucking pissed off and insane Crossroads Demon hounding our asses for freaking months! I think I even got fleas from his demon mutt! Demonic fleas!" Dean hissed, waving his arms around to express his anger, whilst Harry, Death and Gabriel just watched him in amusement.
"Crowley did that as a favour to me. Well, not the fleas. But the rest was a favour to me. He kept you suitably distracted and out of the way. Fuck knows how this would have gone if you two had actually had the time to try and help." Harry muttered, and Sam made a small indignant noise, looking insulted, whilst Dean deflated a little.
"Crowley did that for you?" Dean asked in a small voice, and Harry nodded.
"He did a lot for me. I think I owe him for several lifetimes. But I know how to pay him back." Harry added with a smirk, before nodding his head at Gabriel. "He helped me too."
"I don't…" Dean trailed off and looked at Castiel helplessly.
"What I think Dean wishes to ask is, why didn't you tell us from the beginning that you were helping us?" Castiel asked, looking just as confused as Sam and Dean.
"I didn't know from the start which side I was on. Not really. I honestly did want to see what Lucifer would be doing for the world if he was allowed to win. The only side I didn't consider helping out, was the angels. And that was just because Zachariah was a twat and I'd rather he just curl up and die. His vessel is a wanker too. Hates cats! How can you hate cats?"
"Er…" Sam opened and shut his mouth a couple of times before he finally settled on shaking his head and shrugging. There really wasn't anything he could say to that question. Not safely anyway.
"Look, never mind. It's over now. Done. Finite. We all have jobs that we need to get back to. Derek, you need to return these to their rightful owners. I don't think we can keep a hold on to their souls for much longer without them." Harry said, taking the rings from Gabriel and passing them over to Death. Death nodded his head and the disappeared from the field, leaving Harry to turn and face Dean, Sam and Castiel once more. Gabriel standing next to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I-We-Thank you." Sam finally said, and Harry just shrugged and glanced at Gabriel.
"No need for thanks. I didn't do it for you. It was purely selfish reasons. We need to be going, but Sam, I'll see you when it's time to collect your soul. You too Dean, gotta get your autographs after all." Harry added, then nodded to Gabriel, who smirked at him, waved his fingers at the gaping hunters and the two of them disappeared.
"Anyone else feel dirty inside?" Dean asked, and Sam slowly turned to face him, face still a little pale, and nodded.
"Little bit."
"We should go. Bobby should be informed that it is over." Castiel told them, placing a hand on a shoulder of both hunters.
"True. Kinda hope we won't bump into that weird little guy for a long, long while though." Dean muttered and Sam nodded his head in vehement agreement.
"Definitely. Little people creep me out."
"Everyone's little to you, Sasquatch."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
Castiel sighed silently, then took the bickering brothers away from the field, throwing one last glance at where two of his brothers had fallen before he disappeared.
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A/N - So… That was the last proper chapter of Creep. If the lemon disturbed you, then I kinda guess I should apologise. To be honest, it kinda turned out a little weirder than I thought it would. It wasn't… quite what I meant for it to be. I'm not a fan of noncon or dubcon in any explicit context, and this could be seen as being completely consensual, but then, neither of them were completely on board for it either. It was more a deal maker. Just, Lucifer didn't realise what deal it sealed.
Also, it seems that my lovely wife is still right about my shitty hint giving skills. *snort* Only, now, instead of being faaar too obvious, they're a little too vague. In my defence, before anyone is up in arms, I did give hints about all of this happening, including Loki being the DoC…
From the beginning, Loki was gonna be pivotal to the plot. And he was always gonna be Death of Cats. The biggest clue of them being one and the same was possibly a little mean of me. It was the Cordelia/Fool comments. With Shakespearean enthusiasts, there are two sides of an argument about King Lear, some believe that Cordelia and The Fool are one and the same, due the fact that they are never seen on the stage at the same time. DoC's and Loki were never seen with Harry at the same time.
Also, there was one huge clue as to which side Harry was gonna be on. In Chapter Three (I think) Harry said that the weather sprites wouldn't be extinct for another twenty years. Surely, if he had every intention of helping Lucifer follow through with his plan and destroy the planet and everything on it, that would include the nymphs? And that his little book would know this? *grin* See? I suck with hints and clues! Sorry about that.
So, ignoring the clues up above, which either made you laugh at my feeble attempts of clues, or made you go 'Oooh!' (don't claim you saw them! If you bloody did, why didn't you review, you mean, mean people! *pout*), what did you think? Any good? Complete disappointment? Kinda hope not.
The next chapter, which is kinda more like the epilogue and is shamefully short, will be up pretty soon. Like the next half an hour to an hour or so? Promise. Honest! Not like I promised with White Rabbit. Heh.
Please do review, even if it's just to cuss me out and tell me I'm gonna burn in Hell. Though, mum, really, you don't have to review to tell me that, okay? Cheers.
Author:Meh_Forget_It
Fandoms: Supernatural, Harry Potter
Warnings: SLASH. Spoilers for Season Five of Supernatural, Torture, Character Death, Blasphemy, general lack of regard for any religion, strong language, OOC behaviour, male/male graphic sex, insanity, probably more to come.
Summary: When Lucifer went to Carthage to raise Death, he did not expect to meet Death's new Master.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Supernatural. They belong to JK Rowling and Eric Kripke respectively. I'm not making any money from this.
Pairing: Lucifer/Harry
Rating: NC17
Status: Complete
Word Count: 34,845 (6,686 words this chapter)
Warnings for the chapter - So yeah, this chapter has a lemon in it and to be completely honest the consent is somewhat dubious and out there… though for whom, it's up to you to decide. It's pretty much at the beginning of this chapter so feel free to skip it, though I'd recommend reading the lead up to said lemon. It's marked where it starts. Skip it, read it, make up your own mind about how consensual it is for either side… Confused yet? Read on, my little Cherubs! *cackles*
Chapter Five
Harry glanced to the side from where he was leaning against the wall of the hotel they had been holing up in. It'd become a little boring after he'd had to take the soul of the catering staff. Unnatural things to do to cats, he couldn't let them live. They also had frogs legs on the menu, which, beyond confusing the non-living fuck out of him (they were in the middle of Kansas after all), also pissed him off. Double mark against their souls. Thankfully none of the demons, himself nor Lucifer actually needed to eat, or Lucifer probably would have been more pissed at him than he already was. Which was actually starting to get a little awkward.
Sighing, Harry turned back to look out at the people rushing by, making him wonder if they could sense the unholy evil aura coming from the hotel and if that was their reason for skirting around the building with wary haste. If they couldn't, Harry wasn't entirely sure why they should be allowed to survive this in the first place. They sort of deserved everything heading for them if they didn't see the large metaphorical meteor of sin and doom heading their way.
"Master." Harry threw one last glance at the humans rushing about, and then turned his attention to Death, who had just stepped out of the shadows next to him.
"Derek. Got news?"
"Certain plans will have to be changed." Death informed him with remorse, and Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He'd always felt that was a brilliant way for someone with no ability to show or feel emotions, to let others see their despair and/or frustration.
"By certain, what do you mean?"
"Most." Death admitted, and Harry sighed and wrinkled his nose. Also a good way for him to show his distaste at the news being given.
"Well that sucks. What do you advise?"
"Where's our other part?"
"Where he should be." Harry told him, and Death looked at him and then nodded his head.
"Lucifer is going to make your choose a side very soon, you know. You will have to tell him the side you have decided on. Are you certain on the side you have chosen?" Death asked him, and Harry titled his head to the side and wrinkled his nose.
"I have. Go inform the others to be prepared. I have a feeling that it's all going to be coming to an end fairly soon. You'll know when I have need of you." Harry told him and Death nodded before fading back into the shadows.
Harry then glanced back at the humans walking up and down the street in front of him and titled his head to the side. Shaking his head and sighing, he then turned away from them and headed back to Lucifer. The gig would soon be up, it would seem.
Harry walked into the suite and gasped when, as soon as the door shut behind him, he was slammed into the wall by Lucifer, the fallen angel's forearm pinning him against it under his chin.
"Hello to you too." Harry choked out, tip of his toes only just touching the floor, as he gasped for air he didn't really need and clutching at Lucifer's shoulders. Now would be a really inconvenient time to die. Again. "Mind telling me what this is all about?"
"You need to decide your place in this war. Now." Lucifer hissed, pressing a little more firmly on Harry's windpipe before easing off to allow Harry to speak.
"Why? We not having fun?" Harry rasped, staring at Lucifer with blank eyes, which made Lucifer feel a small amount of doubt, though he didn't allow for it to show.
"I know your secret." Lucifer hissed, and Harry sneered at him, but a flash of fear rushed over his features, making his eyes widen briefly, when Lucifer grabbed his wrist with his free hand and slammed it against the wall.
"I've got many secrets, Luci…" Harry said, inwardly proud that he had managed to lose the flash of fear and thus it didn't show in his voice, though his unease was still there, lurking in the pit of his stomach.
"I know." Lucifer hissed, hand slowly brushing up Harry's hand, before he grabbed at the ring and tugged on it. Harry glanced at him with wide eyes, before they narrowed and he shrugged.
"It's a ring. So what?" Harry said, voice remaining calm, no matter what he was feeling inside, though as was normal with him nowadays, the feeling was already beginning to fade.
"I know about the Deathly Hallows, Harry, Master over Death. I know." Lucifer whispered, and Harry stiffened before he tried to push Lucifer away from him, but failed.
"So what?" Harry hissed, seeing that his struggle was futile.
"I know how to kill you." Lucifer whispered, pressing his body up to Harry's and letting go of his wrist, before he then returned his hand, this time holding his silver dagger-like sword against his wrist, pressing hard enough that he drew blood. Harry turned his head and watched the blood trickle down his arm dispassionately, before turning dull eyes to a very smug looking Lucifer.
"So kill me."
"I'd rather have you on my side. Say that you will aide me in this war, and I will allow you to live." Lucifer whispered, letting the sword slip slightly and causing another cut.
"If I agree, what is in it for me?" Harry asked, licking his lips as he looked at Lucifer warily.
"Your life?" Lucifer told him, voicing it into a question and looking at Harry with narrowed eyes. "It's your choice."
Harry hissed his displeasure when Lucifer pressed his sword in even more, making more blood run out and start to drip to the floor.
"Fine. You have Death on your side." Harry muttered, then he frowned and bit on his lower lip. "I need you to promise me that you will tell no one else about the Hallows. Promise me, Lucifer."
"I will tell no one of the Hallows. However, as a little insurance..." Lucifer muttered, then Harry actually saw black spots in his vision as Lucifer cut away the finger with the ring on and let go of Harry, bending to pick the finger up, and put it and the ring into his pocket.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ow! That fucking hurt, you fucking knob-gobbler!" Harry yelled, clutching his hand to his chest and glaring at Lucifer. "And give me my fucking finger back!"
"Consider it collateral." Lucifer sneered, and Harry paused and looked at Lucifer with narrowed eyes.
"If you get collateral, then surely I should also get some." Harry muttered, before reaching out with his uninjured hand and dragging Lucifer to him. He the planted his lips over Lucifer's before he could speak and viciously kissed him, biting at his lips and forcing his tongue into the angel's mouth.
(NC-17 - Starts here if only for some of the language from little Harry)
Moments later, Lucifer pulled away, though his body stayed pressed up against Harry's, and he sneered at the immortal wizard in front of him.
"How is this collateral?" Lucifer asked, and Harry shrugged his shoulders before tugging Lucifer back to him, he frowned however, when Lucifer seemed reluctant.
"You cut off my finger. The least you could do is fuck me and help dull the fucking pain! Fucking cunt." Harry spat, sneering and closing the distance between then by leaning forward and biting harshly at Lucifer's bottom lip.
Lucifer growled and kissed Harry back, both able to the blood in their mouths from their ripped and torn lips, before he pulled back, grabbed Harry's shoulders and spun him around, slamming him face first into the wall. Harry grunted and flinched when his injured hand hit the wall, leaving a long smear of blood across the wallpaper and opening the slowly (for Harry at least) healing wound.
Harry then hissed when Lucifer bit down in the back of his neck, breaking the skin there and lapping at the blood. He yanked and tugged at the cloak and pulling it roughly off his shoulders as he pulled back slightly, letting go of the abused flesh of Harry's neck. Harry groaned and winced as his hand was once more abused before gasping when his trousers were forcefully ripped down his legs.
Lucifer hastily started to prepare Harry, shoving two barely lubed fingers into him straight away and making the shorter man gasp and grunt, pushing back against Lucifer. He gave a strangled moan when his prostate was brushed against, hips jerking in shocked pleasure, before he grunted as a third fingers was forced into him.
"Do it already!" Harry grunted, and gasped, then yelped when Lucifer pulled his fingers out before slamming his erection in to the hilt in quick succession. He then paused and leant heavily against Harry's back, breathing harshly and making Harry shift against him, clenching his muscles around Lucifer's erection. "Move."
Lucifer growled and harshly bit down on Harry's shoulder as he pulled out, then slammed back in, forcing a groan from Harry as he painfully clenched his hands into fists, no longer feeling the pain from his finger, or caring about the blood trickling down his arm and the wall.
The room was filled with their harsh breathing and grunts, the sound of skin slapping on skin almost drowned out by the groans and hisses that Lucifer forced out of Harry with his harsh treatment. Harry let his head drop back to rest against Lucifer's shoulder as he felt his orgasm rising inside of him, and then quickly muttered something almost inaudible under his breath before he cried out his pleasure. Lucifer grunted and erratically started pumping into him, his own climax rushing over him as he gripped Harry's hips hard enough to bruise, and slammed as deep as he could into Harry, not moving until he was completely drained.
Harry slumped forward to lean heavily on the wall, wincing when Lucifer pulled out and stepped away from him. Harry felt liquid running down his thighs and cringed at the sensation, turning around to slump with his back to the wall. He looked up at Lucifer through his lashes and sneered at the man, before he waved his hand, cleaning and clothing himself once more. Though the end result wasn't as he'd hoped, his finger still bleeding sluggishly.
(End Lemon)
"Intense." Harry muttered, glancing around for his cloak and then snatching it when Lucifer handed it to him. Harry narrowed his eyes at the man suspiciously, then shrugged the cloak on, ignoring the returning constant dull throb now coming from his hand.
"We should make a start on plans, now that I know I have you on my side." Lucifer said, ignoring the glare Harry was sending his way and walking over to the door to open it. He paused before opening it and looked Harry up and down with a distasteful sneer. "At least you are now looking cleaned up and semi-presentable."
"Fucker, no thanks to you. You do know I'll get that ring back, right?" Harry said, then snapped his mouth shut when three demons walked into the room, glancing between the two snippy men warily.
"You can certainly try. But you will definitely fail." Lucifer informed him, ignoring the insulting gesture Harry sent at him and, instead, turning to the three that entered the room.
Harry watched with narrowed eyes as Lucifer laid out the plans, and then sighed and let his eyes drift shut. Things were going almost to plan. Though he could have done without losing his finger.
Harry followed Lucifer onto the field where he claimed he would meet with Michael, and finish the war once and for all, in contemplative silence. His glanced down at his hand and frowned at the slow rate his finger was growing back, he could've sworn that his arm grew back a lot quicker when he got it ripped off by a passing train. And wasn't that an embarrassing memory he'd rather forget? He sighed once more and turned his attention back to Lucifer, scrunching up his nose and watching with disinterest as Lucifer paced in the grass.
"And you're certain that Michael will know when to show up? You sent him an email, or something, about it? Huh, angel emailing. That would be strange. 'Don't forget to smite the heathens in Croydon. Raphael. Xx' Yeah, that'd be weird." Harry muttered kicking at the only stone in the entire field. Lucifer briefly wondered where the hell, and how, Harry found the damned thing. Though he had quickly come to learn that the laws of logic didn't apply to Harry (or small children) when they got it into their head to irritate the ever loving hell out of whoever they were with.
"We do not use… emails. I do not even know what they are." Lucifer muttered, standing completely still and just staring out into the distance.
"Huh. That shouldn't surprise me… but it does. I'm also sort of concerned for the angel stuck with smiting the heathens in Croydon. They're gonna be there for a while…" Harry muttered, digging up the dirt with his toe and ignoring the somewhat perplexed look Lucifer was sending him.
"You made that hypothetical situation up. There is no angel in Croydon." Lucifer hissed at him and Harry glanced up at him through his lashes and smirked.
"You sound tense. Why? And you still haven't answered my question in the first place… How do you know Michael will be here?" Harry asked him, completely ignoring the glare Lucifer was sending his way.
"I just know. This is where it is supposed to happen." Lucifer informed him and Harry looked at him, nibbled on his bottom lip and tilted his head.
"A random field in the middle of Kansas? Right." Harry muttered slowly, rolling his eyes and then rolling his shoulders to try and work a kink out of them.
"This is where it will happen. Stop asking pointless questions." Lucifer growled and Harry smirked before he frowned once more and looked around them before turning back to Lucifer.
"Whose meat suit will he be using? Can't be Dean's, he hasn't said yes." Harry pointed out, making Lucifer look at him suspiciously.
"How would you know if Dean Winchester has said yes or not?"
"Simple, you don't look scarily like Sam Winchester, too short, not enough... hair going on. So, on that theory, why else would Dean say yes? So, how is Michael gonna show up with no meat suit? I don't fancy having my eyeballs burnt out of my skull." Harry added, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "It'd take fucking ages for them to grow back if the length of time my finger is taking is any indication."
"Your eyes would not be burnt out of your skull. You should be able to see an angels true form with no repercussions." Lucifer informed him and Harry made a noise of interest.
"Huh. Good to know. I had wondered if that would be a perk of the job. So, Mikey-boy's gonna show up in the angelic buff? All bright lights, glitter and other camp stuff that makes me question the validity of some of the things mentioned in the Bible. Because, let's face it, angels? Kinda gay. Like... fairies. And for a brief period in history, sailors. I blame the Village People for that last one." Harry added in a mutter, and Lucifer sighed and dragged a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Angelic buff? ... I don't think I want to know." Lucifer muttered and then frowned. "In answer to your other question, I believe he has a meat suit now. The youngest Winchester."
"Adam? He's dead. I should know; I took his soul myself." Harry said with a frown of confusion.
"They brought him back to life for the sole purpose of giving Michael a vessel." Lucifer told him and Harry huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh, that's fair. I hate you higher, celestial beings. You think you're above Death and the natural order of things. Well, hate to break it to you, but you're not. Wankers." Harry muttered, ignoring the growl from Lucifer.
"I am above you! I own you now." Lucifer hissed at him, patting his pocket in reminder and getting a sneer from Harry.
"So you like to believe. Shall we get this show on the road? DEREK!" Harry bellowed, smirking when he saw Lucifer cringe at the volume, then breaking out into a grin when Death appeared to the side of him.
"Master." Death said with a nod, and Harry smiled at him, ignoring the sharp look death sent to his injured hand. "What-?"
"Is everything sorted out?" Harry asked before Death could finish his question, and Death narrowed his eyes at Harry before he sighed and nodded his head.
"The final part of the plan was a success, everything is complete and ready. Now we just have to let everything take its course." Death informed Harry, and Harry smirked. Both anthropomorphic personifications ignored Lucifer's stare burning into their sides, neither one giving the man any opportunity to question them.
"Brilliant! Then I supposed our work here is done? There is nothing more that we can actually do to aide this?" Harry asked, he glanced at Lucifer out the corner of his eye and noticed the angel was grinding his teeth.
"You are right. We are no longer needed in this." Death agreed and clearly that was Lucifer's breaking point, as he quickly strode over to them and grabbed Harry by the collar of his cloak, completely ignoring the narrow eyed, angry look Death sent him.
"What do you mean? You promised me that you were on my side in this! You stated that you were backing me! You are not allowed to back out of this until I say so!" Lucifer hissed, shaking Harry slightly in his anger. Harry just gazed at him impassively and then let his head drop to the side to glance at Death.
"He thinks he has the ring." Harry then had the peculiar feeling of gravity abandoning him for a second, when Lucifer let go of him in shock at that statement. Gravity then grabbed him and yanked him harshly to the floor, making him exhale in shock.
"I do have the ring! I cut it off your finger myself!" Lucifer hissed at him, and Harry smirked then glanced over at Death.
"No. That ring is somewhere safe. Somewhere you would never even think of looking. The ring that you currently hold in your position is the Black Heir's ring. Not even the Lord's ring. That will get you access to one vault belonging to the Black's in Gringotts bank. And it's empty. Apparently when you don't actually have a job and some sort of steady income, money doesn't last forever, no matter how much you have." Harry commented breezily, absently waving his hand in a dismissive manner.
"No! I own you!" Lucifer hissed, reaching out to grab Harry once more, but missing when Death pulled Harry against his chest protectively, sneering at Lucifer in thinly controlled anger.
"Look, I've said it before and I'm certain I'll have to say it again after today. Death has no allegiances. We can't pick a side to back. Both sides will suffer losses, and we have to be impartial and reap the souls that fall. We don't give a shit if they are good, bad, neutral, whatever. We just send them on their merry way to wherever the fuck they are destined to go." Harry explained with a shrug, smirking at Lucifer's furious expression.
"You betrayed me!" Lucifer screamed, and Harry sighed and glanced up at Death, raising an eyebrow and shrugging.
"We didn't betray you. If anything, you betrayed us by trying to force our hand. You tried to trick my master into doing your bidding by trying to steal something from him that can and will never be yours. All three Hallows accepted Harry as their master and owner. Never has that happened before and never will it happen again. They can't ever be separated by different masters ever again. And no one gets the right to control Death anymore." Death informed Lucifer, before Harry chuckled and stepped out of Death's hold, walking over to stand in front of Lucifer.
"Let's be honest, Lucifer. You never truly thought I would back you. That was why you felt you had to trick me. Why you planned to separate me from the Hallows and kill me. You knew I wouldn't truly allow you to win this." Harry told him in a soft voice, gently resting his injured hand on Lucifer's cheek. "No one succeeds when they plan to rule the world. Not even Satan."
"You tricked me." Lucifer said, some of the fight leaving his voice, and Harry smiled at him and shrugged unapologetically.
"I had help." Harry said, and snapped his fingers, before taking a step away from Lucifer. He pulled his uninjured hand out of his cloak pocket, and opened it to show him the four Horsemen's rings in the palm of his hand. He then shrugged, letting a small smile cross his lips. "You did say that you never truly felt you had gotten out of Hell. Maybe you were right."
Harry then smirked and glanced just past Lucifer's shoulder, making Lucifer stiffen and look behind him. He took a step back when he saw Castiel and Gabriel standing behind him, each with a hand on the shoulder of either Sam or Dean.
Gabriel then smirked at him and waved his fingers, before glancing past Lucifer to Harry. Harry smiled and tilted his head in acquiescence. Gabriel then gave a small laugh, dragging Lucifer's attention back to him, and meowed.
"You!" Lucifer spat, finally putting the clues together and realising he had probably been played from the very beginning.
"My very own Cordelia. I'm insane, but I'm not actually insane enough to believe I need a Death of Cats." Harry bluntly informed him with a mock sad shake of his head.
"You never had any intention of backing me! You tricked me from the start! How dare you?" Lucifer spat, spinning on his heel to stride over to Harry, wrapping his hands around his neck before anyone could move to stop him. Castiel tightened his grip on Dean's shoulder when the hunter made a move to help Harry, whilst Gabriel snickered and shook his head at Sam. They all then looked to Death to see what his reaction was, and both hunters frowned to see him ignoring Harry and Lucifer completely, choosing to look to the side instead.
"I didn't." Harry choked out, scrabbling and scratching at Lucifer's hands and arms. "I gave you a chance. You can't hide from me! Can't hide your intentions! I knew everything! You hated me from the get go!"
Lucifer gave a growl of rage and tightened his grip on Harry's neck even more, making Harry gasp and choke. His struggling started to get weaker as his sight started to fade and he felt his body slowly begin to give up and shut down due to the lack of oxygen. He was only immortal in the sense that he couldn't stay dead after all.
"Luc-Be-behind you." Harry gasped out, and took in heaving, wheezing gasps of breath when he was unceremoniously dropped to the floor.
Harry glanced up through his limp, greasy hair and smirked when he saw Lucifer looking at the sword in his chest in shock, before he then looked up at Michael holding on the hilt of the sword, a look of betrayal and pain on his face. Michael grimaced at the look being sent his way, but pushed the sword in even deeper, brushing the fingers of his free hand over Lucifer's cheek in a weak gesture of apology.
"Derek…" Harry gasped out, throwing the rings to the floor and watching as the gate was opened. He then glanced back and saw that Death had appeared behind Michael and Lucifer. "Now."
Death smirked and tilted his head in a small bow to Harry, before he pushed both Archangel's into the hole. Harry stretched out his hand and let it brush against Michael's ankle, just as the shocked angels fell past him.
Death then moved quickly and grabbed hold of Harry to prevent him being sucked into Hell with the two angels, and they both watched as Gabriel shoved a shocked and frozen Sam into Castiel and Dean. The only Archangel that ever actually registered on Harry's radar then grabbed the rings and shut the gate, glancing down at the rings in his hand.
"It's over." Harry, Death and Gabriel all snapped their heads to the side to look at Sam when he spoke, a little breathlessly, the awe and relief clearly evident in his voice. "It's… they're…" Sam seemed unable to voice his feelings, just weakly waving in the direction that Lucifer and Michael had last been seen.
"What-what about Adam?" Dean finally asked, breaking the silence that had descended over them after Sam's stammered exclamation, all six of them just staring at where it had finally ended.
"He's moved on. Gone back to where he rightfully should be. Don't worry, he's not in the box." Harry told him, weakly letting Death and Gabriel pull him up from the floor and then straightening up. He refused to look weak and…mortal in front of the two hunters and their angel.
"Is it really over? How was it that easy?" Castiel finally asked, looking both disturbed at the recent happenings and a little relieved.
"You think that was easy, little bro?" Gabriel asked incredulously, staring at Castiel in stunned disbelief.
"He's kinda right. We didn't do jack." Dean pointed out, whilst Sam sheepishly shrugged and nodded his agreement.
"You're right, you, Team Free Will, did nothing in this. Well, besides fuck up quite a few of our plans. Why did you ignore our message from Mrs Singer? Why the fuck did you go to Elysian Fields?" Harry asked them, feeling a flash of anger and allowing it to show in his tone, before it quickly diminished to nothing. Both the Winchesters' had to grace to look at the floor in shame, whilst Castiel just look confused.
"What message?" Castiel asked, looking from the two humans to the three beings that had just ended the Apocalypse in a seemingly easy manner. One of which being his estranged and uncaring brother. Clearly not as uncaring as he had led them to believe.
"I gave Bobby Singer's wife a message to pass on to Bobby and the Winchesters' when we raised the dead. We told her to tell them not to say yes, no matter what, and to not stray far from South Dakota. Clearly they decided to ignore the second half. Actually, you probably would have ignored the first bloody part too if I hadn't shown up when I did. I should have let you get eaten." Harry muttered, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting slightly. "You nearly fucked up the plan."
"Sorry." Sam muttered, whilst Dean just shrugged and Castiel continued to look a little lost. "Still, you succeeded. You managed to do what we clearly couldn't."
"Yeah, but it could have been over so much sooner. In fact, this never would have bloody happened in the first place if Dean hadn't been a selfish twat and dragged Sam out of Heaven just so he wouldn't be left behind. Wanker." Harry muttered, and then winced when he felt the first flash of guilt and regret he had ever felt since getting all three Hallows, at the look of absolute devastation on Dean's face. "Sorry."
"I…" Dean trailed off and clenched his jaw, looking to the side and refusing to meet anyone's gaze.
"Yeah, I know. Fuck, we all make mistakes, I know I did when I was human. I still do. No one's infallible. It was hypocritical of me to point out your own faults, Dean Winchester. I apologise for that." Harry admitted with a pained shrug, then he glanced down at his hand and scowled.
"It's really over? He can't get back out?" Sam finally asked, and Dean glanced at them anxiously. Harry sighed and nodded his head. "But… how was it so.. I mean… you made it look so…"
"Easy? Like I said, it really wasn't. I had to lose a fucking finger for this stupid bloody war! And look! It hasn't grown back yet! I'm gimpy! GIMPY!" Harry exclaimed, waving his hand at a shocked and slightly disturbed Sam.
"Er…"
"And I had to hang around with some of the most moronic demons known to existence! I missed out on nabbing an autograph from Kama Chinen because he was scheduled to die on Sam's birthday. Had to keep that window open just because everyone thought the end was gonna happen then. Bad shit happens on your birthday, Sam." Harry informed him, and Sam made a small noise of protest, whilst Dean snorted and nodded.
"He's right you know. Oliver Reed died on your birthday." Gabriel pointed out, and Harry nodded and joined in.
"The Battle of Hogwarts happened on his birthday."
"So, half the wizarding world then. Even Sam died on his birthday, kinda like Shakespeare." Gabriel pointed out, and Sam just gaped at the two.
"No, that was a myth. No one actually knew the exact date that William Shakespeare was born on, they just said it was the same day as his death. I suppose it made it seem a little more poetic." Death pointed out, and Gabriel looked enlightened then glanced over at a still gaping Sam.
"Dean died on May 2nd as well." He said, just to make their point perfectly clear, ignoring the devastated look that crossed Sam's face at the reminder.
"Actually, that was May 3rd." Harry said, scrunching up his nose.
"See! Not my birthda-" Sam exclaimed, momentarily forgetting that they were still discussing his brother's death.
"Dude." Dean muttered, punching Sam's shoulder to shut him up.
"My point is, bad shit happens on your birthday. So I left it open and missed the opportunity to grab the autograph of the oldest recorded human being, ever! Well, muggle human being." Harry added hastily, then glanced over at the Winchesters' and Castiel. "Look, it wasn't easy, okay? You may think it looked easy, but that's because you weren't there for the difficult shit."
"Weren't there? We had a fucking pissed off and insane Crossroads Demon hounding our asses for freaking months! I think I even got fleas from his demon mutt! Demonic fleas!" Dean hissed, waving his arms around to express his anger, whilst Harry, Death and Gabriel just watched him in amusement.
"Crowley did that as a favour to me. Well, not the fleas. But the rest was a favour to me. He kept you suitably distracted and out of the way. Fuck knows how this would have gone if you two had actually had the time to try and help." Harry muttered, and Sam made a small indignant noise, looking insulted, whilst Dean deflated a little.
"Crowley did that for you?" Dean asked in a small voice, and Harry nodded.
"He did a lot for me. I think I owe him for several lifetimes. But I know how to pay him back." Harry added with a smirk, before nodding his head at Gabriel. "He helped me too."
"I don't…" Dean trailed off and looked at Castiel helplessly.
"What I think Dean wishes to ask is, why didn't you tell us from the beginning that you were helping us?" Castiel asked, looking just as confused as Sam and Dean.
"I didn't know from the start which side I was on. Not really. I honestly did want to see what Lucifer would be doing for the world if he was allowed to win. The only side I didn't consider helping out, was the angels. And that was just because Zachariah was a twat and I'd rather he just curl up and die. His vessel is a wanker too. Hates cats! How can you hate cats?"
"Er…" Sam opened and shut his mouth a couple of times before he finally settled on shaking his head and shrugging. There really wasn't anything he could say to that question. Not safely anyway.
"Look, never mind. It's over now. Done. Finite. We all have jobs that we need to get back to. Derek, you need to return these to their rightful owners. I don't think we can keep a hold on to their souls for much longer without them." Harry said, taking the rings from Gabriel and passing them over to Death. Death nodded his head and the disappeared from the field, leaving Harry to turn and face Dean, Sam and Castiel once more. Gabriel standing next to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I-We-Thank you." Sam finally said, and Harry just shrugged and glanced at Gabriel.
"No need for thanks. I didn't do it for you. It was purely selfish reasons. We need to be going, but Sam, I'll see you when it's time to collect your soul. You too Dean, gotta get your autographs after all." Harry added, then nodded to Gabriel, who smirked at him, waved his fingers at the gaping hunters and the two of them disappeared.
"Anyone else feel dirty inside?" Dean asked, and Sam slowly turned to face him, face still a little pale, and nodded.
"Little bit."
"We should go. Bobby should be informed that it is over." Castiel told them, placing a hand on a shoulder of both hunters.
"True. Kinda hope we won't bump into that weird little guy for a long, long while though." Dean muttered and Sam nodded his head in vehement agreement.
"Definitely. Little people creep me out."
"Everyone's little to you, Sasquatch."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
Castiel sighed silently, then took the bickering brothers away from the field, throwing one last glance at where two of his brothers had fallen before he disappeared.
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A/N - So… That was the last proper chapter of Creep. If the lemon disturbed you, then I kinda guess I should apologise. To be honest, it kinda turned out a little weirder than I thought it would. It wasn't… quite what I meant for it to be. I'm not a fan of noncon or dubcon in any explicit context, and this could be seen as being completely consensual, but then, neither of them were completely on board for it either. It was more a deal maker. Just, Lucifer didn't realise what deal it sealed.
Also, it seems that my lovely wife is still right about my shitty hint giving skills. *snort* Only, now, instead of being faaar too obvious, they're a little too vague. In my defence, before anyone is up in arms, I did give hints about all of this happening, including Loki being the DoC…
From the beginning, Loki was gonna be pivotal to the plot. And he was always gonna be Death of Cats. The biggest clue of them being one and the same was possibly a little mean of me. It was the Cordelia/Fool comments. With Shakespearean enthusiasts, there are two sides of an argument about King Lear, some believe that Cordelia and The Fool are one and the same, due the fact that they are never seen on the stage at the same time. DoC's and Loki were never seen with Harry at the same time.
Also, there was one huge clue as to which side Harry was gonna be on. In Chapter Three (I think) Harry said that the weather sprites wouldn't be extinct for another twenty years. Surely, if he had every intention of helping Lucifer follow through with his plan and destroy the planet and everything on it, that would include the nymphs? And that his little book would know this? *grin* See? I suck with hints and clues! Sorry about that.
So, ignoring the clues up above, which either made you laugh at my feeble attempts of clues, or made you go 'Oooh!' (don't claim you saw them! If you bloody did, why didn't you review, you mean, mean people! *pout*), what did you think? Any good? Complete disappointment? Kinda hope not.
The next chapter, which is kinda more like the epilogue and is shamefully short, will be up pretty soon. Like the next half an hour to an hour or so? Promise. Honest! Not like I promised with White Rabbit. Heh.
Please do review, even if it's just to cuss me out and tell me I'm gonna burn in Hell. Though, mum, really, you don't have to review to tell me that, okay? Cheers.