Resident in Supernatural - 2.

Lucifer had to sweat pulling the wessel out of the room. - Sammy, stop fighting back! Don't you want to see what happened to your brother (or did it happen to Cas?!)? - I know perfectly well what happened to him, Lucifer! - the hunter grabbed his hands in the door box and was not going to let go, - if I am quieter than water and below the grass, then he may lose interest in me! The devil chuckled. "When did you become such a coward, Sammy?" the archangel unhooked the hunter's hands from the door frame and dragged him with him. - From the very moment my brother became a black-eyed, evil prick! 'the younger Winchester breaks the Devil's grasping grip. Lucifer laughed. - You forgot, my boy, that you are coming with me! - arch showed himself. "I won't give you offense! Sam chuckled bitterly. You don't know sometimes whether to rejoice or cry in such a situation. Go alone to Dean the demon, who is unconscious, or go to him accompanied by the Devil? Both options did not please at all. "Well, you're coming, no?" asked the Devil. - Or deliver by force? "I'm coming," the hunter said. "Do I have a choice?" Lucifer laughed. "The choice was made for you, Sammy. "You're talking again, Lucifer. "No, no. I'm talking about you. - Heh! Ridiculous! So they said while they walked. We went up to the floor, saw Dean lying on the floor. Sam froze in horror, but the archangel gently pushed him forward. "Bolder, my boy. Dinh will wake up when I let him, "Lucifer assured. The younger Winchester approached his brother uncertainly and felt his pulse. Normal. Unexpectedly for the arch, Dean stirred, and Sam recoiled back and stared at Fallen with round, saucer-like eyes. "You said he would wake up when you let him! - It was... until now! I didn't think black-eyed people came to their senses so quickly! The elder Winchester slowly stood up and also slowly raised his head, looking black at Sam. - Sammy, - the demon held out displeased, - how is life? And why does the back of my head hurt, eh, brother? The younger Winchester shrugged, the archangel covered Sam and watched, arms crossed and grinning. - Your brother has nothing to do with it, - the Devil sighed, showing absolute indifference with all his appearance, - I knocked you. The Demon roared at Fallen, got on his forehead and passed out. "Where is he going now?" Lucifer directed his gaze somewhere to the side and scratched his chin. He glanced at the wessel and smiled slyly. - Do you remember where Fenritz trained? Sam swallowed, remembering. "Yes," he nodded, "do you think this will help Dean?" "I hope," the archangel said with some mystery in his voice. "Let's go. Lucifer transferred Dinmon to the basement, and he found himself with Sam in a room in plasma. - Will we watch movies again? The archangel nodded and sat down in one of the chairs. The younger Winchester went down nearby. *** Again a dark basement, again cannibals. Lucifer, you see, liked this place so much that he decided to keep it, along with the inhabitants. The creatures woke up smelling fresh meat. - They brought us food?! - the one who swears, lifted his nose up and sniffed. - Glory to the Great Satan!!! *** - Hehe, they are talking about you, Lucifer, - the hunter noticed, - did you feed them at least once? "No," the archangel replied, completely carefree, continuing to study the pattern on the back. Sensing the gaze, he continued: - Watch the screen, not me, Sammy. The hunter stared at the movie. "Tell me," he asked, "why did you bring me back to Hell?" To watch my brother's murder? Lucifer sighed and looked at him. "So that you can prevent his death," the archangel leaned back and sighed. - Then I must be near him! "To die at his hand, my boy?" "To save him! - Something, when Dean was upstairs and you were locked downstairs, I could hardly persuade you to come with me, and now you yourself rush to save him, spitting on the fact that Dean is a DEMON! What's going on with you, Sammy? Are you sick? - the last words sounded with a mockery in the voice of the Fallen. In response, silence. The hunter covered his face with his hands. "How tired I am of you," the hunter said quietly. The devil built a nice pug, and then laughed loudly. - Everyone has long been tired of me, - the archangel winked, - except for one. - Uh-huh. And she saws you. - And let it! - Lucifer stretched. "I'm only glad! 'Glad he is, of course! After all the Hell that you arranged for her, she has the right to even smash you into atoms, sort them out and reassemble them, and you won't even dare to pick," thought the younger Winchester. "I won't, my boy. "Stop reading my mind! - I'm sku-u-uchno, Sammy-i! - the archangel held out pitifully. Again the same song. "Is there anything I can do to help?" - At least look at the telly with me! - sniffed Luci. Sam rolled his eyes. How much can you? - Fuck with two! - the hunter quickly rose and rushed to the open door, which immediately slammed shut. - Ay-ya-ay, Sammy, - Ah-ya-ya, Sammy, - the archangel drew his finger, - I didn't allow you to leave! The hunter had no choice but to silently drop into the chair, and Lucifer grinned and pressed the button to continue viewing. *** - Chur, I'm the first zhru-u! - Human-swearing slowly approached food. Dinmon woke up and missed. Looked around. - Where am I? - At a family dinner, your mother! - said the swearing with anger. –Don't get up! Now we will salt, pepper and eat you! - Yeah, dreamed! The demon jumped to his feet and gave a tree from the creatures approaching him. - Catch him!!! - commanded the main. - Today we can not stay hungry!!! And the chase began. Fenritz used to rush here, and now Dinmon! He wanted to break the pursuers, but did not come out. Strange. Is he still a demon, or not? - R-r-r, - black-eyed, fucking situation just pissed off. - How do you like it, scum?! He grabbed a gun and shot the main creature in the head. Other creatures stopped and surrounded their leader, allowing the black-eyed to escape. *** Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen, the discussion continued on the topic: "What will happen to Dean?" and "Can he defeat them with a pitiful pistol, in which there are few cartridges (and in order to dump one cannibal, you need to put at least eight bullets!!! Or once with a shot (him, Sammy did not take, as luck would have it) charge!)?" - I repeat again: they will eat it, Lucifer! Get him out of there! "Nothing will happen to him, Sammy! Take it easy! -How do you know?! - I know everything! - the archangel crossed his arms on his chest. - We continue viewing! *** Dinmon decided to catch his breath a little. - There are no demonic forces, no cartridges, Sam is not! Comb, blah! - the demon pressed his back against the cold wall. - Lucife-er, I know you love such creatures! In my opinion, they are too clever! Don't you think so? There were steps, or something similar to them. "Oh, the walking dead have come!" the demon declared as loudly as possible. - Well, who on black-eyed, eh? - I!!! - the chief responded, holding his head. "I'll kill you, you bastard! The demon squinted. "A familiar voice. I remember that I put a clip in you, more precisely, I put four cartridges and you fell. You're alive now. Did I miss or what? Four times?! - No, blah! You hit right on target! Sniper, Christmas trees! The chief approached the mountain hunter and looked into the frightened eyes of the demon with black hollows. The black-eyed swallowed nervously. - My head hurts because of you, shooter! - the cannibal complains to him. "Cut it off! Nafig you need her so sick, - the demon offered sarcastically. The cannibal smashed Dinmon in the face with all his might, sending the would-be humorist into the far wall. "And you did it in vain," the demon slowly rose and wiped the blood from his lips. "I'm wondering what you're going to do next! The main cannibal with a wild growl imprinted the demon into the wall, continuing to drill him with an evil look. -Wow! Kh! It turned out funny, chief, - Dinmon grinned, - kh! True, I have nothing to breathe at all. Kha-ah! The cannibal loosened his grip and the demon breathed. "I offer you peace. The black-eyed eyebrows went up. "Seriously? - Yes. In exchange for something. - What are you interested in? The cannibal thought for a minute. - Aspirin. Dinmon looked at the eyes of the creature, scrolled his answer several times in his head, and then ka-ka laugh! The cannibal took a step away from him, perplexed. - Why are you laughing? "Over the price of peace!" cried the black-eyed through laughter. The main man again blocked the oxygen to the demon. - Can't you find an aspirin? - the creature asked in a brazen tone. Dinmon coughed, patted his pockets. Found bullets, some scraps of paper and a credit card. - Oh, and you take money? In response, the cannibal growled. "Why the hell am I getting your money?" Aspirin come on!!! - Yop, where did I get it from?! The cannibal examined the demon and licked his lips. -really! How did I not immediately guess? Where will the medicine come from the evil spirits? - the cannibal sarcastically and licked his lips again. The rest of the creatures arrived. - Since there is no medicine, then you are our dinner! - the main one happily announced to the victim. The creatures began to approach him and try to bite off a piece. *** Sam jumped to his feet and the Devil stopped the viewing. - I told you! - shouted the hunter, - they will eat Dean!!! Lucifer sighed and looked at the wessel. "Shall we leave him?" One demon will be less, - suggested the archangel. - No!!! He must be saved! - Sammy, calm down. They won't eat it. They scold a little and that's it. The younger Winchester's heart galloped like abnormal as he watched the critters on screen in horror. *** One of the human backhand hit the elder Winchester, knocking him hard against the wall and rewarding him with scratches. The rest of the creatures sniffed. "We'll find it even faster by smell! - So that you! - threw them a demon. The carnage began. Cannibals attacked and beat, and Dinmon tried to fight back. -Help!!! *** -Oh, no! You're right, Sammy, they'll devour him! - the archangel quickly rose from his chair and rushed to the exit. "I told you so! Come on! - the hunter ran after. *** At the very last moment, Dinmon was moved to a dungeon, away from hungry creatures. The demon held on to the bars with both hands and smiled madly at his rescuers. - Lucifer, do you think Dean is still a demon? - Yes, demon. Dinmon laughed gloatingly. - What did you want to achieve?! - This method is extremely effective, you unclean spawn! The demon chuckled. - You're not cleaner than me, he shot back. "Don't worry, black-eyed, I'll shake you," the archangel promised. - Come on, Sammy. The demon tapped his tongue. When the younger Winchester passed Dinmon's cell, he unexpectedly gave out: - Sammy, I don't care who you drive with, unlike your beloved brother! The younger Winchester stopped and looked at the prisoner. "I don't have a relationship with anyone. - Of course, the demon agreed. - Sooner or later, you will cease to tolerate the society of this... archangel and let me out! And then, believe me, you will regret it a thousand times!!! The younger Winchester bounced off his camera to the side and swallowed nervously. Shuddered. The devil put his arm around his shoulders, whispering: -Let's go. Don't listen to him. And they left. *** Sam sat at the table and painted something. - The effective method did not work, - the hunter scratched his head with a pencil and sighed. Lucifer paced back and forth, with a very thoughtful face. "Then there is only an extreme way left," the archangel voiced, which attracted the attention of the wessel. -Which one? "You'll see," Fallen winked. to be continued…