in the name of the Father (3/5); Lucifer/Gabriel

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chapter three
I know I'm alive but I feel like I've died


The moment Gabriel woke he felt strong arms around his torso. There was a muscular body pressing to his back and he could feel someone's breath hitting the back of his neck. Well this meant he wasn't dead. And he actually wasn't glad about it.

He closed his eyes again, faking sleep to give himself time to think and time to feel. Someone had patched him up, that much was obvious since all the physical pain was gone, his body was whole again. But that wasn't all there was. His Grace... it felt different. No, not only was it whole again but there was another thing he couldn't quite place and that bugged him like hell.

Everything about his situation bugged him like hell. It was just so plain wrong to feel whole again. He shouldn't! He should be dead by now, bleeding not only from the wounds of his vessel but also from his torn Grace.

But here he was, still alive and breathing, without pain and with a Grace that still felt sore somehow but that was definitely not torn. Even though something about his Grace was different. But he could think about this later, first of all he needed to find out where he was and who the fuck was snuggling him there. And after that he could leave, since he no longer was bound. And if Lucifer thought that only because his Grace still was restrained he was helpless, he would be in for one hell of a surprise. It might be hard to believe, but Gabriel wasn't dependent on his powers, he could do without them.

Slowly he reached for the arm that was draped in a protective manner over his stomach and started to lift it up, but whoever was there behind him stirred and there was no real time for being secretive anymore so Gabriel just went for bringing as much distance between him and the unknown man as possible, as fast as possible. And searching for anything that he could use as a weapon.

He scooted away from whoever lay there until his back was firmly pressed against a wall and he could take a look at the now awake man. A lazy grin was visible on a far too well know face. “Sam?” Gabriel choked out, his eyes fixed to the man now sprawled out on the bed as if he had no care in the world.

Sam chuckled and made a shiver run down Gabriel's spine. “Try again little brother.” Gabriel's eyes went wide and he shook his head in desperation.

“No. No. No!” he whispered with wide eyes. This couldn't be, this had to be a trick, some kind of illusion just to shock him. Oh please God don't let that be true.

“You should know me better. This is no trick, I'm not like you.” Sam... no Lucifer still grinned lazily and looked up at Gabriel as if he hadn't a care in the world. Which was probably true because if he was in his true vessel and here it could only mean that...

“Yes. Michael is dead.” Now Lucifer didn't look so uncaring and easy anymore. Instead his features had darkened, a pained look had come onto them but Gabriel wouldn't let himself be fooled by it. This was Lucifer after all. There was nothing like compassion left in him. A low hiss escaped Lucifer's mouth and Gabriel flinched, pressing his back even further against the stone wall. Even though he would never admit it, not even to himself, he was scared of his older brother. He couldn't just, couldn't go through the pain again.

But Lucifer – who seemed to read his mind, the bastard – flinched as those thoughts passed through Gabriel's head. He looked even more pained than before and raised a hand towards him, making Gabriel retreat even more, nearly falling off the bed. “Come here,” Lucifer commanded in a soft voice. But Gabriel had no doubt that his brother wouldn't accept a 'no' for an answer.

Still it was worth trying and he would rather die – which he had actually intended to do in the first place before Lucifer in turn had decided to heal him – than let himself be touched in any intimate way by this monster. This time Lucifer didn't flinch but he scowled, looking at him with the dark expression of his, as if he was the one that would have to suffer.

“You don't have to suffer if you do as I tell you,” Lucifer told him with a voice that sounded suspiciously like he was trying to reassure his younger brother.

But Gabriel just scoffed and glared at Lucifer with as much distaste as he could possibly put into one look. “Fuck you Lucifer,” he told him and this actually got a low growl from his brother's throat. He hadn't really believed that it would be easy to get Gabriel to do what he wanted right? He couldn't be that stupid. Again a low growl and Lucifer's features darkened even further.

Even though it had it perks to insult someone without even talking he definitely didn't like having Lucifer in his head. “Reading thoughts isn't nice bro. Even you should know that.” He had fallen back into his typical pagan behavior, trying to protect himself and not letting it show how fucking much he was actually scared. “So get the fuck out of my head,” he added with a deep growl, a bit of both – pagan god and Archangel – slipping through. A hint of power and danger, of something old.

But now it was Lucifer who scoffed. “Or what?” he asked looking at him dismissive. “You are at my mercy Gabriel. Maybe you should reconsider your actions. Or it will be the chains for you. And I can assure you, you won't die.”

Even though this was a threat and Gabriel felt another shiver run down his spine at it, he also felt like there was... something to these words that he was unable to trace. Lucifer didn't seem to be as happy as he should be with the prospect of torturing his brother. Well, actually he shouldn't be happy at all, but by the way he had always seemed so delighted in his pain, Gabriel had figured it was probably something like a treat for him.

He would have retreated even further if he didn't already have his back pressed against the wall. Because seriously? This just sucked! There was no way he would give in and play all nice. There was too much rebellious angel and stubborn, proud pagan god in him for submitting to his fate. He would fight the devil all the way, not matter if it meant endless pain for him. Although he was scared by the prospect of being put back on the chains – and he knew that Lucifer could and probably would make his threat true – it didn't stop him.

If he wanted, Gabriel would be in pain, torn apart and bleeding for all eternity. There was no denying the fact that he was at his brother's mercy. Even the Winchesters couldn't have denied this and they were the damn gods of burying things so deep they actually forgot they existed. Even though he was an Archangel and he might be strong and all, he really wasn't strong enough to defeat the Morningstar. Who was now the mightiest creature on Earth if he had actually killed Michael. Well besides Death and God, but their father apparently couldn't care less.

After all the years, that still made his chest hurt in the weird way only his family could make him hurt. He still couldn't comprehend the fact that his Dad had actually left them. It just hurt too much, so he did what every good guy would have done: He buried it so deep he never thought about it. It really was just his luck that this pain decided to resurface now as he was in for all kinds of pain by his older brother. His subconscious really sucked at timing.

Lucifer still laid on the bed, waiting patiently, his head tilted slightly as if he had waited and listened the whole time. Which he probably had, that bastard.

Gabriel pulled himself together, glaring at Lucifer the best he could muster up right now while feeling drenched, lonely and hollow. This really was major shit he was stuck in. But his brother just shook his head in this sad way of his, eyes still fixed on Gabriel. "You don't need to make it so hard on yourself. There is no way out Gabriel."

The way he said his name made Gabriel flinch, but for totally different reasons than before. The tone was so intimate, so knowing and that bothered him like hell. "Don't be so sure," he snarled, but with a bit less fire than there maybe should have been. His eyes were fixed on Lucifer, but he tried to remember if he had seen anything in the room he could use as a weapon against Lucifer. Or at least to kill himself so he could take away the satisfaction of having him at his mercy.

A low chuckle forced him to focus on his older brother again; the sound didn't really help to brighten his mood. "There is nothing you can use to harm either you or me in here." But Gabriel just grinned smugly at him. Did his brother really believe him? There was a fucking bed for a start and he could probably manage to strangle himself with the sheets. That would be fun.

No not actually fun, since he wouldn't be able to see his brothers shocked face when he found him. That would be fun. Real fun. A small growl was heard from Lucifer and suddenly his former nestmate was on top of him. A moment ago his back was pressed against the wall and now he was pressed into the mattress. One of Lucifer's hands pinned his wrist about his head, and really? This shouldn't be so easy for him.

But no matter how much he struggled, Lucifer was as unmoving as a rock. And exactly as much fun.

The devil's free hand came up and without thinking Gabriel flinched, head pressing even deeper in the mattress, but all Lucifer did was stroke tentatively over his cheek, fingers tracing the curves of his face with great care. "Stop that," Gabriel hissed through gritted teeth, hating the intimacy of the gestures. This wasn't something he should do. Not anymore. Never again!

Lucifer seemed to have read his thoughts, lips curving downwards slightly but otherwise his face stayed unmoved as suddenly chains appeared in his hand. Gabriel cringed, even though he really didn't want to let his fear shine through. "Since you are so determined to harm yourself you leave me no choice."

At that Gabriel couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Seriously Luci? You're telling me you are worried about me harming myself?" His laughter was dry and low, both of them knew it wasn't because he was actually amused. "But I get it, you wanna torture your little brother yourself."

If he was going back on the rack again he could as well tease Lucifer and make him give in to his rage again. This would mean more chances of him getting killed in the process and even though he had never been really keen to die, now it looked like a good goal to attain. Especially if he could ruin his older brother's day with it.

Before he could tease him more, maybe make him lose it, he found himself being bound again with the chain in the same chamber he had been in before. There was a gag in his mouth, probably because Lucifer was tired of his teasing or he didn't want to risk losing it again and maybe giving in to Gabriel's hopes.

If there had been lights he would have been able to see the dried blood everywhere, on the floors and walls, on the chains. Lucifer's anger really had been set loose the last time they had been here.

But there was nothing like that now, not even the slightest bit of anger in his brother's voice. He actually sounded kind of sad and his hands felt good as they stroked over Gabriel's cheek. They shouldn't damn it!

"As I said," Lucifer purred directly next to his ear, his breath hitting Gabriel's sensitive skin and making him shiver. "You don't leave me much choice, so you are to stay here until I'm back." Gabriel felt a hand on his neck, squeezing gently as Lucifer looked as him with soft eyes. Too soft, far too soft.

There shouldn't be anything soft in Lucifer. He was the devil damn it and he had proven to Gabriel more than enough that he was indeed one evil son of a bitch. "Think about obeying me, I know you want it Gabriel." This time a harder shiver went down Gabriel's spine. But before he could do anything or decide what to think, what he felt - should feel - Lucifer had pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead and had left, just like that.


chapter 4