He flips a hand, and the double doors fling open to reveal another room speckled with blood. He'd tried to make a more forceful entrance, but he can't do that. Not this time. He lets his angel blade manifest and drop into his hand instinctively. He feels like vomiting. From where he stands, he can see Lucifer, his back turned away from the door, swiftly breaking Dean Winchester's neck. Kali's body lies on the floor, charred and mangled, as if she'd been burned alive. Somehow, he'd hoped she'd be the one to get out of this alive, that she'd prove once again that she's too good for anyone. But, no, not this time.
"Lucy, I'm home." He sets his jaw firmly, raises his blade and stands his ground. Lucifer turns around slowly, as if he knows that Gabriel doesn't have it in him to kill his brother. As if he knows.
"Oh, Gabriel," he says, shaking his head with mock sympathy, his bottom lip jutted out into a condescending pout. "I knew you were slumming, but just look at you. You look like you're molting." He makes a gesture to Gabriel's injured wings, and tilts his head, mocking. "You've spent too much time with humanity, little brother. It's rubbing off." He sneers and Gabriel squares his shoulders.
His wings ache deeply, and he is so deeply horrified and angry at his brother, but for the moment none of that shows. He looks up into the pale decaying face and remembers the beauty of Lucifer in Heaven, his humor and his unrivaled joy. He lets out a soft huff, but keeps his blade high and ready. "Lucifer, you are my brother and I love you, but you are a great big bag of dicks."
"Watch your tone." Lucifer begins to step forward, but Gabriel motions with his blade, cutting him off before he continues.
"Play the victim all you want. But you and me? We know the truth. Dad loved you best. More than Michael, more than me." He shifts his shoulder and winces as a shot of pain travels down his body. "Then he brought the new baby home and you couldn't handle it. So all this?" He gestures to the room splattered in blood, the hotel, the situation in general. "All this is just a great big temper tantrum."
Lucifer's voice never raises, but his face contorts in anger. "Who are you doing this for? Michael?"
"For them, Lucifer. For humanity." Lucifer circles around closer to him, and he backs into the room in response, keeping his distance. "Dad was right. They are better than us."
For the first time, Lucifer seems to break. "They are broken, flawed abortions! Is that what you want to become? Look at you, Gabriel. You're losing yourself."
"Damn right they're flawed." He takes a painful breath, sighs. "But a lot of them try. To do better. To forgive." Lucifer pulls back, horrified by what he's hearing. Gabriel knows that there's not a way that he can convince him of what's right, that this is only going to make things worse, but he has to say the words. "You wanna know what I want? I want you to take your head out of your ass and see the fucking light. I want us to be family again. But you know what? If my choices are becoming like you or becoming like them, I'll choose them. Every time."
But Lucifer isn't going to give him that choice. His face is sad because he's already decided on a course of action, already knows that he's going to kill his younger brother. "Brother, don't make me do this."
Gabriel tilts his head to the side, raises a challenging eyebrow, and waits for the inevitable attack. His voice is resigned. "Nobody makes us do anything."
"Gabriel." Lucifer steps forward and even his footsteps are soft spoken, barely registering at all in the echoing silence of the room. "I know you think you're doing the right thing, but I know where your heart truly lies." Lucifer's blade is out and planted deep in Gabriel's chest before he can think to move away.
Deep searing pain blossoms outward from his chest and he falls to his knees. Lucifer follows him down, cradling his head as if what he'd done is a mercy. He stares up into his brother's face, hurt and confused. Even now, he doesn't understand his motivations and his cruelty.
As he falls to the floor, Lucifer stands and turns. He walks gently over to Topher and reaches out to slowly brush the hair away from his eyes, then tilts his head a bit and smiles. His voice is all softness now, having lost any edge that it had during his conversation with Gabriel. "We're going to be such good friends, Sammy."
Gabriel screams as the blade tears him apart, and a white light fills the room until there is no room left at all. Instead of a hotel, they're now on an endless plain of sand. Gabriel pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, panting. Something bad is happening. Something he can't control. "What's happening?"
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"Lucy, I'm home." He sets his jaw firmly, raises his blade and stands his ground. Lucifer turns around slowly, as if he knows that Gabriel doesn't have it in him to kill his brother. As if he knows.
"Oh, Gabriel," he says, shaking his head with mock sympathy, his bottom lip jutted out into a condescending pout. "I knew you were slumming, but just look at you. You look like you're molting." He makes a gesture to Gabriel's injured wings, and tilts his head, mocking. "You've spent too much time with humanity, little brother. It's rubbing off." He sneers and Gabriel squares his shoulders.
His wings ache deeply, and he is so deeply horrified and angry at his brother, but for the moment none of that shows. He looks up into the pale decaying face and remembers the beauty of Lucifer in Heaven, his humor and his unrivaled joy. He lets out a soft huff, but keeps his blade high and ready. "Lucifer, you are my brother and I love you, but you are a great big bag of dicks."
"Watch your tone." Lucifer begins to step forward, but Gabriel motions with his blade, cutting him off before he continues.
"Play the victim all you want. But you and me? We know the truth. Dad loved you best. More than Michael, more than me." He shifts his shoulder and winces as a shot of pain travels down his body. "Then he brought the new baby home and you couldn't handle it. So all this?" He gestures to the room splattered in blood, the hotel, the situation in general. "All this is just a great big temper tantrum."
Lucifer's voice never raises, but his face contorts in anger. "Who are you doing this for? Michael?"
"For them, Lucifer. For humanity." Lucifer circles around closer to him, and he backs into the room in response, keeping his distance. "Dad was right. They are better than us."
For the first time, Lucifer seems to break. "They are broken, flawed abortions! Is that what you want to become? Look at you, Gabriel. You're losing yourself."
"Damn right they're flawed." He takes a painful breath, sighs. "But a lot of them try. To do better. To forgive." Lucifer pulls back, horrified by what he's hearing. Gabriel knows that there's not a way that he can convince him of what's right, that this is only going to make things worse, but he has to say the words. "You wanna know what I want? I want you to take your head out of your ass and see the fucking light. I want us to be family again. But you know what? If my choices are becoming like you or becoming like them, I'll choose them. Every time."
But Lucifer isn't going to give him that choice. His face is sad because he's already decided on a course of action, already knows that he's going to kill his younger brother. "Brother, don't make me do this."
Gabriel tilts his head to the side, raises a challenging eyebrow, and waits for the inevitable attack. His voice is resigned. "Nobody makes us do anything."
"Gabriel." Lucifer steps forward and even his footsteps are soft spoken, barely registering at all in the echoing silence of the room. "I know you think you're doing the right thing, but I know where your heart truly lies." Lucifer's blade is out and planted deep in Gabriel's chest before he can think to move away.
Deep searing pain blossoms outward from his chest and he falls to his knees. Lucifer follows him down, cradling his head as if what he'd done is a mercy. He stares up into his brother's face, hurt and confused. Even now, he doesn't understand his motivations and his cruelty.
As he falls to the floor, Lucifer stands and turns. He walks gently over to Topher and reaches out to slowly brush the hair away from his eyes, then tilts his head a bit and smiles. His voice is all softness now, having lost any edge that it had during his conversation with Gabriel. "We're going to be such good friends, Sammy."
Gabriel screams as the blade tears him apart, and a white light fills the room until there is no room left at all. Instead of a hotel, they're now on an endless plain of sand. Gabriel pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, panting. Something bad is happening. Something he can't control. "What's happening?"