Notes: Hey everyone, this is one of the ideas I've been wanting to write for a while, but yeah, me and my muse to write sometimes, specially when I have to do it in english, ughh... But I've to practice and see if I can improve with it, so...
My friend Renezinha helped me with this project as well as my beta reader. Thank you 'bunk-buddy' :)

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There is a light that, for an instance, blinds even him. And it's warm, and pure, and beautiful. And he isn't sure if he should step forward, reach a hand, and allow it to overwhelm him. He isn't sure if he should dare.
But he has already made a choice, and before he can turn his face to look back at something, someone, that he still believes is trapped inside the darkness, he sees white, and there is silence... And it terrifies him.
He wants to go back, but he can't. He tries to yell, but there is no sound coming out of his mouth. And he is scared, because he knows that now he has to open his eyes and look at what's in front of him, but he doesn't. He can't. He won't.

Under his palms he can feel, he can sense... but not as an Angel, no. He feels things as when inside a vessel. He is inside a vessel, and that under his palms is... What is this?

"Grass?" His own voice comes out soft, and weak, and almost shy. He remembers the sound of this voice, and that only brings him more questions than answers.

And there is another sound, someone is getting closer, there's footsteps, and they seem to get to him as in a hurry. But the sound changes, and now it's a flapping sound. Wings?

"Brother?" The stranger said, but he recognizes this voice as well. It's the familiar voice that makes him decide that it was time to open his eyes, and face whatever's out there.

Lucifer isn't in the cage anymore.

What he sees now in front of him, is a beautiful sky, clear, and bright. Not even clouds are up there, and the sun is making a nice job on its way going through the sunset, making it all around bathe in this stunning sepia color. What was under his hands and making the skin of his vessel tickle, was indeed grass. Because he was lying on a field, and there is trees, and flowers. Even the roses he always appreciated so much were nearby.
And Lucifer wants to relax, but he doesn't dare. Not yet, because he still doesn't understand how he managed to get out this time.

"Lucifer," says the same voice again, and now this being, is kneeling beside him. The Morning star tries to focus, and he confirms that the voice was from Adam, Sam and Dean Winchester's half brother. But it wasn't Adam, of course it wasn't him.

"... Michael," he replies, and he sits up on the grass, watching his older brother offering him a hand to help him stand. Lucifer rejects it. Michael says nothing, just looks at him, narrowing his eyes, and Lucifer could swear there was a slight trace of pain in them.

But Lucifer is prideful, he won't allow himself to lower his face and look to the ground, and beg for his brother to come back to him. Not this time.

The pain of being rejected last time still burns deep down within him, and he just can't, he can't pretend that everything is okay between them, he won't.

So he stands, on his own, and still isn't sure if he should give his brother the pleasure of looking at him in the face. Lucifer decides to focus his attention on the sun. He takes a deep breath, such a human feature that reminds him, once again, that he's inside a vessel.
It was time to pay attention to that matter, isn't that right? So he gazed down to look at himself. He recognizes the clothes, and he recognizes the wedding ring he had on his left hand.

Not so far away, there was a small lake. Lucifer walks towards it, with no rush at all, and Michael followed him with his gaze, daring to chase after him until his little brother is in front of the water. The eldest appreciated Lucifer gazing down at his reflexion on the water.
And the Devil isn't surprised to realize the vessel he was wearing, was Nick.

There is a slight smile curling at one of the edges of his mouth, there is sympathy, but above all, nostalgy.

"Lucifer," the eldest called out for his brother again. "We should go. Look for information," he says, but Lucifer is silent, still with his eyes on the water.

Michael takes a deep breath, and his legs move on their own, taking him closer to where his little brother was standing, stopping by his side.

Lucifer still doesn't look back at him.

"What do you want me to do?" he asks, "Did you not punish me enough back in the cage?"

And why he is talking about that now? No... What is he talking about?

Michael furrowed his brows to make himself clear that he didn't know what to say, how to express how stressed and confused he was, what to do to make Lucifer stop ignoring him. And when the Morning Star finally turned his head to look at him, there's resentment.

There is still that one feeling that makes Michael's heart sink to the deepest, and his hands closed into fists, and the nails of his vessel want to tear up the skin.

The Sword of Heaven lowers his face.

He knows there is nothing to say.

"I'm sorry."

He knows that not even that will make Lucifer forget.

"I'm sorry I let you down."

But he has to try.

Lucifer's icy blue eyes still are glued to the figure of his older brother's vessel, as he analyzes him. He is forcing him to talk, and he doesn't want to bring that subject up, not now. He is trying to stay calm, he is trying to understand.

"Why can you not just stop talking about it?" Lucifer says, "How can you be sure all of this it is not just another trick from the Cage, brother?" And he frowns, his eyes squinting.

"This is real, I have already checked," Michael wants to explain.

"You do not know the cage like I do, Michael," he spat, angrily, and stressed. "For all I know, this all could be just another lie. A beautiful lie." And he smiles with sadness, curling his brows upwards. He isn't sure if the emotions he was feeling right now were because of Nick, or if they were his own. "Why would we be free from the Cage now? It is not like Father wanted, all of the sudden, to release us out of the goodness of his heart." And he wants to yell at him, because he doesn't understand, even if he didn't want to accept it, it looked real enough for him to want to accept it with open arms.

So he sighs, reaching his right thumb and index to the bridge of his nose, as the righteous son watches silently.

Lucifer knows how God works by now, he has punished him severely for one single mistake, then why he would change his mind all of the sudden?

"This is not real," Lucifer says, and he turns around, ready to leave. "This is not real, I am not falling for it. I won't."

"Where are you going, Lucifer?" His voice sounds concerned when he sees Lucifer walking away, and he chases after him, again.

"Away from you," because he won't accept a cheap copy from the real thing. His brother.

"Lucifer!" He yells, a plead to stay, not to leave him behind. They should be together right now, not doing this.

But Lucifer ignores him, and after spreading his wings, he launched himself off the ground. And that's how he vanished.

Michael stands alone in the field, and releases a breath he didn't know he was still holding. He could go after Lucifer, but if Lucifer didn't want him near, is not as if he will force him to be with him.

He had to think about priorities now, and that would be working on research. So, he as well zaps away from there after a moment of reflexion that resembled to be longer, when it wasn't.

"Lucifer and Michael are out of the cage," someone said. The voice low, and husky. Dean And Sam Winchester are standing near him, as Dean leans against the hood of the Impala, drinking from his bottle of beer. He almost choked.

"What did you just say?" That was Dean.

"I can feel them, I..." Castiel tries to find the words, though his mind is somewhere else. "They are close, they are-"

"Here." Lucifer finished the little seraph's sentence, and Sam, almost by instinct, stepped back, trying to find any weapon within his clothes. He had nothing, of course. Everything was in the Impala. Lucifer stares at him. "Hi, Sam... Dean," he turns his face to look at Castiel. "Castiel."

"Lucifer?" And Sam is the first one questioning What The Hell?

"How the Hell you got out, douchebag?!"

"Dean..." Castiel even looked at the Winchester, he doesn't believe talking like that to Lucifer will do them any good. His blue eyes are yet again over Lucifer, and he noticed how Lucifer was staring at Dean, but then he pays attention to him.

"It's ok, I'm not mad," the Devil says. A soft smile, almost as if taking Dean for a child. He's used to the boy's mistreats in the end.

"What do you want?" The younger Winchester doesn't have it easy, not after the time he said Yes to Lucifer. Though even when he looked spooked, he also looked curious. Lucifer likes that. "How did you find us?" he added later.

"Me." Castiel is quick to answer the doubt, after all, he is still an Angel. Lucifer can track him if he wants. Sam and Dean were supposed to be warded against Angels, so... "He was looking for me." And he frowns at Lucifer, not getting it. "... Why?"

"I was curious," Lucifer crossed his arms after a slight shrug. "To be honest, I believe none of you are real."

"What do you mean?" Sam is back into asking questions.

"But I have to pretend it's real until it all collapses, so..." Lucifer, almost amused, settled his eyes on the boy. "The Cage... I believe you do remember how that is, Sam."

The boy squints as well, he seems to understand, still, not completely. Dean dares to get closer to his little brother, and-

"You hurt my brother, you evil piece of crap! Now you want us to believe the Cage can even fool you?!" And Dean wanted to laugh, hard. But stops when Lucifer insists to keep his focus on Sam.

"How can you know if this is not real?"

"Because I know. I know it feels different, I'm used to it." Lucifer replied to Sam, the image that was supposed to be Sam, calm and polite like always. "So, how about I leave you two alone, but I take Castiel with me?"

Dean is about to protest at that comment with such passion, but then Sam and himself realize that Lucifer had left. Castiel wasn't around either, seems the Devil wasn't joking when he said he was taking the little seraph with him, and that only left two Winchesters with a lot of questions, not to mention the concern and worry on their faces, especially Dean, when it is Castiel we are talking about.

Goddamn Lucifer just kidnapped their Angel friend?

"Son of a bitch!"

"Where are we?" Castiel is quick to ask him as soon as they are alone. He roamed the place with his eyes, it looked as one of the usual hideouts Lucifer used to pick. From what he can remember from last time, at least.

This time though, and even when he knows Lucifer is having him on a short leash, there isn't holyfire around him.

"Hmm... Someplace near the mountains of Canada."

That's why his vessel could sense the change in the weather, though when you realize you are near Lucifer, regarding his cold grace, things might make you wonder.

"Why did you... bring me here?"

"Please, little brother, at least you could try to entertain me." Lucifer rolled his eyes, and since he was staring out the window of this old, building room, he turns his face to look back at Castiel over his shoulder.

"Entertain you?" There goes the slight frown in the seraph's features. He surely looks confused. "You really think this is not real..."

"Of course it is not."

Castiel still doesn't get it. "Why me?"

"Are you really asking me that?" Lucifer grins, turning himself completely around to look at him with detail. He sees the younger Angel tilting his head a little, but he doesn't reply. "I prefer the company of my brothers."

"There is so many of them right now, roaming the Earth."

"Oh, I've noticed. But they are not you."

"What about Sam? Why not him?"

That was a good one, Lucifer had to admit. But no. "It is so hard for you to understand that I wanted it to be you, little thursday?"

It is, Castiel wanted to say, but he stays silent. They didn't end up in good terms after all. "You killed me." There was no other way to express his confusion towards this, than reminding him about that.

"That was... a mistake." Lucifer said after narrowing his eyes a little, he understands Castiel's point though. "I was not thinking straight in that moment, I was mad, and overwhelmed by a lot of things. You should have known." And he rethinks about what he just said. "No... Why should you have?" said mostly to himself.

"But-"

"Nothing, Castiel." He interrupted. "I still like you. You are one of the few who got to stop thinking as a little soldier," he tries to explain, even when in his mind Castiel is just part of the Cage's torture. "You dared to step out of the circle. You rebelled for something."

"I am not like you," Castiel frowns, denying something he himself, isn't sure. He sees Lucifer smiling, teasingly.

"You are not?"