Chapter 6:

Dean sighed as he leaned against the Impala, he rubbed his eyes before looking up at the baby in the trench coat,

"I don't know how we're gonna get info Cas. If Chloe is there she'll know we impersonate cops." Dean pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Perhaps I could be a bit of assistance." Lucifer said, putting his hands into his pockets. Dean peeled his eyes open and looked through his fingers.

"Oh great it's you. Chloe sent you to follow me huh?"

"Well, the detective wants to make sure you're not, well being you." Lucifer smiled. Dean rolled his eyes, before putting his own hands in his pockets.

"Why are you really here Lucifer?" Lucifer hummed, and stepped closer to Dean. Dean stiffened, and Cas clenched his teeth, slipping his angel blade into his hand. Lucifer side eyed Cas before turning back to Dean.

"You vex me Winchester. You fall under my charms yet...they don't work as well as they should. That could be because of your grubby boyfriend here." He nodded towards Cas. Dean blinked, before spluttering.

"Castiel isn't my-.." Dean frowned, glaring then as he felt the familiar tug in his chest when Lucifer spoke.

"Uh huh sure." Lucifer grinned. "Now, the case Detective is working. It's one of yours huh? A jabberwocky or whatever you humans call my supposed minions."

"...a vampire maybe. Also jabberwocky?-" Lucifer shrugged, "They don't exist. And not sure. But we have to see the body before we can do anything."

"Easy enough." Lucifer sighed, "I'll help you, you'll help me, it'll be a banger." Lucifer grinned, Dean looked at him, and just sighed.

"Never, I will never work with you. Or help you." He shook his head, opening the impala door, and slipped in, moving to close the door before Lucifer grabbed it. Dean slowly looked up at him.

"A deal's a deal. I won't pull anything. You should know that the most, Winchester. Your family is well known in Hell. And who knows, if I help you now...I could help you find your brother." Lucifer straightened his jacket some, letting go of the door. Dean closed the door,

"He's in your domain." Dean scoffed, rolling down the window. Lucifer stepped back, and looked Dean up and down.

"Are you sure? That he's in Hell?" Lucifer smirked before starting to walk away. "Cheerio Winchester. You know where to find me if you want help." Dean sat there, gripping onto the steering wheel, growling some.

"Son of a bitch…" Dean sighed, putting his head on the steering wheel.

"Dean I normally wouldn't trust my brother Lucifer, but…" Castiel looked at Dean, "I don't think this is the one that we're looking for. He's different. Especially with that girl, he's almost mortal." Castiel narrowed his eyes in confusion, as they often did. Dean looked back at Castiel, slightly panicked yet, excited.

"Mortal? Does that mean-"

"If you kill him I do believe he'd go back to Hell." Castiel's voice seemed confident, but the glaze over his eyes told a different story. "I'd have to ask my brothers, see if they know of anything that has happened." And with a sound of wings, Castiel was gone. Dean sighed, and rubbed his forehead, what ever happened to simple hunts? He started the Impala and he began to pull away, keeping a distance from Detective Decker's patrol car. He couldn't let her see him he'd have to be careful on this hunt especially because she'd know he impersonates cops. Dean groaned, wondering how he was going to go through this hunt. Vampires were hard to track, and even harder to kill. Dean rubbed his face, sighing. Maybe, he'd just have to listen to Lucifer. Especially with what he said about Sam. What did he mean that Sam wasn't in Hell? That couldn't be possible. He saw Sam die, he saw him fall into the pit. Dean let out a breath before getting out of the car, letting the creaky door slam shut. Lucifer looked up and grinned ever so slightly.

"Ah Winchester, so you decided to show up did ya?" Dean stood behind the tape, standing his ground as people tried to shove him out of the way.

"You help me, I help you. That's it? There's no twists? There's no loopholes?" Dean asked, looking at Lucifer. Lucifer shook his head.

"Promise. No loopholes. I help you then you help me." Lucifer said, and Dean nodded, holding out his hand.

"Then it's a deal." Dean said. When Lucifer grabbed onto his hand and shook it, thunder rumbled across the sky and it began to rain.

"Nice grip ya got there Winchester. I'll let you know where your brother is, and then I get to think about how you get to help me." Lucifer grinned.

"No, hey, what do I need to do to help you?" Dean frowned, Lucifer hummed.

"Not here, meet me at the Lux after hours. Maze'll let you it." Lucifer then spun on his heel and ran to catch up with the detective. Dean sighed, and stuffed his hands in his pocket, frowning as he had something in his hand now. I can explain more later. But Sam isn't in Hell. He's alive. Dean sucked in a breath, clenching his jaw. Lucifer was going to drive him insane with how little he knew, and with how little he was telling him and Dean hated to be kept waiting.