Precursor Note: Let's see... Saturnmieze + Tripod Gal + havarti2 (times 2) + CircusPsycho + catlover2976 + Broken Twisted Lullabies + Jean from Breaking Point = 8 reviews. Word Count: 800 even... And now for that teaser!

Sequel Teaser

Nothing Left to Say

Lucifer thought he was safe with the Winchesters.

Crowley cackled at the idea. As if the demon would just let go of the humiliation Lucifer put him through. As if he would let the archangel off with a simple bash to the head. As if! No, no, no... He had plans for that damned archangel.

But Crowley wasn't stupid – far from it. He knew he'd have to be discreet, subtle about his motives. The only reason he didn't have Lucifer under his thumb right at this moment was because the Winchesters had found the archangel first, and they were rather protective of their things.

It hadn't been hard to put together that they hadn't killed Lucifer, nor had they put him back in the Cage. And that was because Lucifer had been possessing a child the last Crowley saw, though he knew (thanks to his bitch of a witch mother, Rowena) that Lucifer was now back in his old vessel, Nick – new and improved, too. Somehow, along the way, Lucifer had convinced Moose, Squirrel, the Little-Angel-that-Could and Mother Mary that he could be trusted (or some nonsense) to be good.

This and the fact that Gabriel the archangel was (not in a good way, in Crowley's opinion) miraculously back from the dead caused some serious metaphorical bumps in the road to his goal. Fortunately (while also unfortunate when looking at it in another way), Rowena had decided that it was high time she got payback on Lucifer for his crap that he pulled with her a little over a year ago, treating her like a slave. As much as he hated it, you could say: like mother, like son.

What annoyed Crowley the most about their little arrangement was that his mother was the one to help Lucifer with a vessel issue without taking advantage of the situation. However, she did leave a bit of a back door. That was the silver lining which would let them enact their oh-so-sinister plans for the great Morning Star.

Now all that was left to do was separate Lucifer from his family – That word alone disgusted Crowley more than anything else Lucifer had done in the past year. Satan didn't get to be redeemed. It was beyond ludicrous! The Devil just does not go back to being the perfect little archangel because of some child.

~o-O-o~

This was new.

A wide range of desserts were spread across a table that Lucifer was sure wasn't originally in the Bunker's kitchen. The assortment went from cakes and pies to plates of cookies to bowls of ice cream sundaes to all sorts of pastries. But all of that wasn't what Gabriel was freaking out over.

No, the youngest archangel was starting to pull out his golden hair because of the supplies in the pantry – well, lack thereof. Gabriel had used quite literally everything he could to make all of the desserts. But Lucifer was pretty sure that the Winchesters would be more concerned with all of the food now littering the long table in front of him rather than the bare cupboards.

"What's with the buffet of sweets?" the older archangel asked once he'd regained some of his wits about him.

Gabriel whirled around, not having taken notice of his brother's arrival. "I— uh… I was… stress baking..?"

"Stress baking?" Lucifer repeated. The two words fell from his mouth, each expressing every bit of incredulousness he was feeling. "Why?"

"Uh…" Gabriel sort of started, glancing over the mass amounts of pastries that where laid out on the table which split the room into two sides – Lucifer on one side, Gabriel on the other. "Well…"

"Gabriel," Lucifer said warningly.

"Woah!"

Lucifer huffed, not even bothering to spare a glance at the oldest hunter currently in the Bunker (Dean, obviously – because Mary was out on a hunt with Castiel). The human had clearly followed the commotion Gabriel had caused and wound up here – just like Lucifer had, although in the human fashion of walking instead of flying. And of course the first thing that Dean would notice was the food.

"Try the pie," Gabriel suggested enthusiastically, waving a hand in the direction of the cluster of said treats. "It's delicious."

"Oh, hell yeah! You made pie!"

~o-O-o~

Blood was splattered everywhere in graceful patterns, like a painting. The bodies were either torqued figures on the ground or puppets, whose strings had been cut, leaning against the walls.

"What..? I— I didn't… Th-this wasn't me."

"Then what the hell did this, Lucifer?" Dean demanded.

"I don't—"

"Lucifer, tell me you didn't do kill all of those people," Mary said sadly, her eyes closed to the massacre before them.

"I didn't," he insisted.

"And I believe you," she assured him, her blue eyes meeting his. "But this doesn't look good."

A/N: You folks are still 4 favorites away from a guaranteed Prologue of Forevermore on May 20. Otherwise, I'm not posting anything until I have like five chapters already written out. Seriously, this is all incentive. Like, it's a matter of whether or not you want Forevermore earlier than I would usually start posting. I believe in you!

Edit Note: You guys did it! Forevermore is being posted, albeit somewhat slowly.

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AnnoyedWitch: No, I'm pretty sure the cover's always been like that... You'll definitely be getting that sequel (the cover for that story will be a bit different), and I don't mind the grammatical mistakes for the most part – except for when they're glaringly, obnoxiously obvious.

Broken Twisted Lullabies: I am like way late with this response, but here it is. Right now, as I'm typing this, it's May 19, and I'll actually be gone on May 20. Because I was kind of salty about the finale the other night and because of the fact that I already had the prologue written out and I was getting impatient for some feedback, I decided to post it today instead of waiting another week. You're welcome.
Anywho, let's see if your suspicions about Crowley are spot on.

lalalala: XD I can tell someone's emotional. I hope you enjoy Forevermore as much as you liked Be My Guest.