Archangel Lucifer Lectures

It was not possible to call Maya and the archangel tossed and turned in bed all night. He dreamed of how Sam was kidnapped by these very extra-demons and turned into a self-like! The fallen man twitched his whole body. Cold sweat appeared on the skin. The luminous one sat sharply on the bed and wiped his face with his hands. It would seem, why should Lucifer be afraid? He is one of the strongest archangels and will cope with all threats! However, extra-demons clearly do not belong to "all threats." What should I do?! The archangel was visited by the thought - it is necessary to teach Sam to understand their language and defend himself if necessary. According to this plan, he began to act. *** The elder Winchester was awakened by a very loud and annoying voice that repeated something... Sam?! Dean blundered, got up and went to his brother. Imagine the surprise when the elder Winchester saw Lucifer standing over Sam writing something, explaining something in Dean's incomprehensible language and periodically weighing his slaps. - Sammy, you wrote the wrong thing again! - Satan took the leaf from the hunter and read it with his eyes, - well, that's it! Here's a mistake! Sam, look here! He crossed out something there, cracked the younger Winchester on the forehead with a pencil and turned his angry gaze on Dean. "What do you want?" - Nothing! Just passing by. Sammy, how are you? - Normal, Dean, except for the fact that the head hurts from these blows! Sam took Lucifer's pencil and banged back. The light-bearing sniffed and turned away. - Who are you so brazen at, Sam? 'resented Fallen and crossed his arms. - Definitely not at you, Dean chuckled. Received a weighty slap in the face from an angry Lucifer. - Why?! - So as not to interfere, - the archangel cut off dryly, - go from here, otherwise I will drive you away by force! "You're not at home, so stomp outside yourself!" Dean shot back. I wish he had left in silence. Lucifer did not stand on ceremony - by the power of thought he moved him to his room and locked him. "Why did you do that?" the younger Winchester said, kneading his neck. - And let him not dare when he is not asked! The devil approached the mountain student from behind, put his hands on his shoulders and began to massage them slightly. "I'd rather warm up, Sammy," Lucifer advised, "we still have a wagon of work. The archangel hid his hands in his pockets and stepped back. The younger Winchester yawned, got to his feet and stretched. Wandered towards the kitchen. Lucifer moved slowly after him. He took out something similar to the first from the refrigerator, warmed it up and began to swim away. The luminous one sat silently opposite him, put his hands under his head and watched him quietly. Sam interrupted the meal and stared at the archangel with a misunderstood gaze. - What? - Nothing, - Lucifer turned away, - eat faster. Sam shook his head. - Let Dina out, otherwise she will get sick. Luz slapped his forehead with his palm, as if he had completely forgotten about the prisoner, snapped his fingers and opened the door of the elder Winchester's room. The hunter immediately appeared in the kitchen, drilling with the evil gaze of the fallen. He took an indifferent look and continued to observe his true vessel. - Never, you hear, never dare lock me in my room! Lucifer sighed. - Locked, locked and will lock. ALWAYS! - the arch became harsh, and Sam swallowed nervously. - Because the finished dunce (this is you, Dean) prevents me from learning my wessel mind-mind! "For teaching, I actually have an older brother," Sam said. The devil missed the replica of the younger Winchester past his ears and continued to insist on his own. "He must be ready for anything! And then, Dean and Lutz openly began to shout at each other. Sam could not stand these skirmishes and hurried to leave the hot spot. - Stand by! 'blurted the Devil, and the younger Winchester froze on the spot. "I haven't let you go anywhere! "When you figure out among yourself who will teach me what, then call me!" Sam barked and quickly headed for his room. The younger Winchester went to his place, lay down on the bed and covered his eyes. How long will these graters last? Is it really impossible to take turns playing the role of a mentor? And then, Sam answered himself: it is impossible, because then they will begin to argue who will be the first to teach and who will be the second. And then everyone will suffer. And then, Sam saw something, he quickly jumped up and ran to the mentors. They immediately stopped shouting and turned their attention to Sam. - Lucifer, you said that extra demons 50 and... The devil covered his face with his hand and sat down at the table. - Sammy, I didn't mention anything like that, - the archangel drank tea and continued: - who told you that there would be fifty extras? Now Dean, with the same mute question in his eyes, stared at his brother. "Visions again, Sammy?" The younger Winchester nodded bewildered, facing the brooding Satan. - How many, you say, will there be? - asked the archangel, still thinking about something. "There are exactly fifty of them. Including me, - Sam screamed in an almost dead voice. Lucifer was silent for about five minutes, then, rubbing his chin, he said: "Yeah. And I only know the names of eleven demons. Sam boiled over. - Did you know the name of the next demon and was silent?! - Yes. His name is Alain (Alain). And this is really a demon, not a mortal turned into it. And what would you do if you heard his name earlier? Would they rush at him with fists, blades and a firearm? - Lucifer grinned, - Believe me, you would have suffered a complete failure. I'll have to read about these extras again. Wait for me to visit. And disappeared. "You better not come back, bastard, otherwise I'll kill you for sure," Dean muttered and turned to Sam, "and how long have your visions resumed?" Sam came out of the kitchen and called his brother with him. He grabbed a beer and followed. We sat down at the table in the main hall. "Lay it out before your mentor shows up with another round of information," the elder Winchester sipped from the bottle. "I don't have much to tell. Today there was one vision and that's it. Dean shook his head. "You're weird, Sammy. By God, strange. All right, rest. And went outside, presumably to a bar. Sam stayed in the audience. He had almost dozed off when he heard the rustle of the wings, raised his head and saw the gloomy face of the Devil. - Yes, everything turned out to be somewhat more complicated, - said the arch and sat next to the hunter. The younger Winchester sat on the bed and began to view Lucifer with interest. - What, could not find any facts about extra-demons? - Sam pricked him. Lucifer snorted. "Very funny, Sammy. Ha ha ha! The archangel took out some blue folder and put it on the table. "What's in there?" "You read it later. Very entertaining reading. Now let's continue training? - Okay, - the hunter yawned and got up, - what will we study? - Well, the alphabet, for a start, - Lucifer smiled, - cases, standard words and phrases, then you will read one thin book, from cover to cover... The younger Winchester frowned. "Do you intend to circle my finger again?" Like the good old days, right? The devil shook his head. - No, Sam. This will be useful to you very soon. Believe me. Wow! Lucifer isn't kidding! You can fuck! The younger Winchester quickly mastered the alphabet - he received only two slaps from a winged mentor. Cases, words and phrases were given a little more difficult - the student had to grasp on the fly so as not to break another slap in the face, coupled with notation. Now the most difficult thing remained - to read the book. Dean found them measuring the room in steps: Lutz explained something, and Sam nodded back to him and continued to read aloud, clearly speaking every word. He stumbled on a word - Lutz was instantly near him, with serious eyes, took the book from the student and diligently explained to him how to pronounce the word correctly. 16:00 "Got it, Sammy?" As I said, so do you. The younger Winchester nodded at the archangel, yawned into his fist and continued reading. - You will die him like that, Lucifer! - Dean Winchester gave his voice, - I need my brother alive, do you hear?! The devil roared back angrily. - Dee-in, don't bother, please. I will not allow Sam to die from overwork. I will continue, with your permission. Dean went home, leaving the younger brother to study unknown. 22:55. Sam sat at the table with all his might trying not to fall asleep and finish reading this unfortunate book. During this time, the Devil calmly explained to the wessel (tired or what?), Which is why he listened to the pronunciation. The younger Winchester has two pages left to read. Sam envied Dean, who was having fun from six in the evening and was not going to return home until the morning. His arch-keeper doesn't seem to care about the looming threat. Bringing Dina, damn it! And Sam is wise in the company of Lucifer! Damn, how do you want to sleep! The younger Winchester read another page with great effort and rubbed his eyes. - Come on, Sammy. The last page remains! - the Devil encouraged him. "You have a beautiful pronunciation! "I'm very tired, Lucifer. I'm sorry. Why doesn't Michael also teach Dean?! - Because my older brother is a self-confident idiot, - blurted out Lucifer, - since he believes that he will overcome these demons at once!!! "Just like my brother Dean" "Uh-huh," the archangel nodded after reading a thought. Sam yawned, covering his mouth with his hand, then put his head on the archangel's shoulder and immediately passed out. Lucifer looked at him and sighed - the vessel still frowned. It will sleep without hind legs, as they say. The devil turned Sam gingerly towards him, stroking his head. He sat for five minutes, and carried the hunter to his room and put him to bed. He attached himself to his right, over a blanket, turned to his right side and dozed off. 7:00. It's the next morning. A pleased Dean Winchester returned, found his sleeping younger brother in the room, went to rest in his room. Sam opened his eyes and immediately closed them, plunging again into the kingdom of Morpheus. to be continued…