πš‚ 𝚞 πš™ 𝚎 πš› πš— 𝚊 𝚝 𝚞 πš›...

By MsAndreaAmbrose

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This time we pick up right where we left off, due to the affects of Kelly Kline labor the Nephlim's power cre... More

π™Έπš—πšπš›πš˜πšπšžπšŒπšπš’πš˜πš—
{13.1} π™»πš˜πšœπš & π™΅πš˜πšžπš—πš π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.1} π™»πš˜πšœπš & π™΅πš˜πšžπš—πš π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.2} πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πšœπš’πš—πš πš‚πš˜πš— π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.2} πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πšœπš’πš—πš πš‚πš˜πš— π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.3} π™ΏπšŠπšπš’πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.3} π™ΏπšŠπšπš’πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.4} πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™±πš’πš π™΄πš–πš™πšπš’ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.4} πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™±πš’πš π™΄πš–πš™πšπš’ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.5} π™°πšπšŸπšŠπš—πšŒπšŽπš πšƒπš‘πšŠπš—πšŠπšπš˜πš•πš˜πšπš’ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.5} π™°πšπšŸπšŠπš—πšŒπšŽπš πšƒπš‘πšŠπš—πšŠπšπš˜πš•πš˜πšπš’ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.6} πšƒπš˜πš–πš‹πšœπšπš˜πš—πšŽ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.6} πšƒπš˜πš–πš‹πšœπšπš˜πš—πšŽ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.7} πš†πšŠπš› π™Ύπš πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš†πš˜πš›πš•πšπšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.8} πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš‚πšŒπš˜πš›πš™πš’πš˜πš— π™°πš—πš πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™΅πš›πš˜πš π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.8} πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš‚πšŒπš˜πš›πš™πš’πš˜πš— π™°πš—πš πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™΅πš›πš˜πš π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.9} πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™±πšŠπš π™Ώπš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.9} πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™±πšŠπš π™Ώπš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.10} πš†πšŠπš’πš πšŠπš›πš πš‚πš’πšœπšπšŽπš›πšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.10} πš†πšŠπš’πš πšŠπš›πš πš‚πš’πšœπšπšŽπš›πšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.11} π™±πš›πšŽπšŠπš”πšπš˜πš πš— π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.11} π™±πš›πšŽπšŠπš”πšπš˜πš πš— π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.12} πš…πšŠπš›πš’πš˜πšžπšœ & πš‚πšžπš—πšπš›πš’ πš…πš’πš•πš•πšŠπš—πšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.12} πš…πšŠπš›πš’πš˜πšžπšœ & πš‚πšžπš—πšπš›πš’ πš…πš’πš•πš•πšŠπš—πšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.13} π™³πšŽπšŸπš’πš•'𝚜 π™±πšŠπš›πšπšŠπš’πš— π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.13} π™³πšŽπšŸπš’πš•'𝚜 π™±πšŠπš›πšπšŠπš’πš— π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.14} π™Άπš˜πš˜πš π™Έπš—πšπšŽπš—πšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.14} π™Άπš˜πš˜πš π™Έπš—πšπšŽπš—πšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.15} 𝙰 π™Όπš˜πšœπš π™·πš˜πš•πš’ π™ΌπšŠπš— π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.15} 𝙰 π™Όπš˜πšœπš π™·πš˜πš•πš’ π™ΌπšŠπš— π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
πšπšŽπšŠπš•πš’πšπš’ π™±πš’πšπšŽπšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
πšπšŽπšŠπš•πš’πšπš’ π™±πš’πšπšŽπšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.16} πš‚πšŒπš˜πš˜πš‹πš’πš—πšŠπšπšžπš›πšŠπš• π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.16} πš‚πšŒπš˜πš˜πš‹πš’πš—πšŠπšπšžπš›πšŠπš• π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
π™·πš˜πš•πš π™Ύπš—πšπš˜ π™ΌπšŽ..
{13.17} πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšƒπš‘πš’πš—πš π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.17} πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšƒπš‘πš’πš—πš π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.18} π™±πš›πš’πš—πš 'π™΄πš– π™±πšŠπšŒπš” π™°πš•πš’πšŸπšŽ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.18} π™±πš›πš’πš—πš 'π™΄πš– π™±πšŠπšŒπš” π™°πš•πš’πšŸπšŽ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.19} π™΅πšžπš—πšŽπš›πšŠπš•πš’πšŠ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.19} π™΅πšžπš—πšŽπš›πšŠπš•πš’πšŠ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.20} πš„πš—πšπš’πš—πšœπš‘πšŽπš π™±πšžπšœπš’πš—πšŽπšœπšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.20} πš„πš—πšπš’πš—πšœπš‘πšŽπš π™±πšžπšœπš’πš—πšŽπšœπšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.21} π™±πšŽπšŠπš πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™³πšŽπšŸπš’πš• π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.21} π™±πšŽπšŠπš πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™³πšŽπšŸπš’πš• π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
{13.22} π™΄πš‘πš˜πšπšžπšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.22} π™΄πš‘πš˜πšπšžπšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
π™±πš’πš π™²πš‘πšŠπš—πšπšŽπšœ...
{13.23} π™»πšŽπš πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™Άπš˜πš˜πš πšƒπš’πš–πšŽπšœ πšπš˜πš•πš• π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1
{13.23} π™»πšŽπš πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™Άπš˜πš˜πš πšƒπš’πš–πšŽπšœ πšπš˜πš•πš• π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 2
πš‚πš˜πš—πšπšœ & π™Όπš˜πš–πšŽπš—πšπšœ πšƒπš‘πš›πš˜πšžπšπš‘πš˜πšžπš πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™±πš˜πš˜πš”
π™ΆπšŠπšπš›πšŽπšŽπš•πšœ / π™±πš•πš˜πš˜πš™πšŽπš›πšœ

{13.7} πš†πšŠπš› π™Ύπš πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš†πš˜πš›πš•πšπšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1

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APOCALYPSE WORLD

A montage of images, while Lucifer narrates from his cage in the Apocalypse World: The Andromeda Galaxy, the Orion Nebula, The Horsehead Nebula, mountain peaks, The Grand Canyon, "The Devil's Throat" at Iguazu Falls, the sky with a golden glow at the horizon, yellow flowers blooming in melting snow, a rainbow.

"I got plenty of gripes with the old man. His self-righteous narcissism, his "my way or the highway" quirk. I gotta hand it to him. He had a couple of great seconds when he banged out the universe.
Guy had creative chops. And optimism. I'll give him that. And despite his pissiness and his massive lack of irony, he did give mankind a good turn at bat and a chance to live in paradise." Lucifer Says

We return to Lucifer trapped in a person-sized cage, Michael's hand on his head.

"He ruled. He smote. He parted waters. Worshipped by creatures who made God in man's image. And then, he got disappointed. Or worse, bored. Picked up all his toys and... left." Michael removes his hand and he seems confused "What was that?" Lucifer Says

"Hitched a ride on your temporal lobe. Saw your world. That paradise you left behind? Believe I'll take up residence, lend my guiding hand." Michael Says

"Ah, of course. 'Cause you've done such wonders with this place." Lucifer Says

"While I was in your head, I saw what you're afraid of–being locked up again, like you were in the Cage. So after I'm done, you'll be left here, alone, in agony, forever." Michael Says

"Okay, bro, could you do me a favor?" Lucifer Says

"Hmm?" Michael Says

"Eat me." Lucifer Says

"Hmm." Michael Says

Michael grabs the bars of Lucifer's hanging cage, we see it's lined with spikes, and he jerks the cage, impaling Lucifer on the spikes. He watches, and
then leaves the room.

"Aah!" Lucifer Says

_________________________________

BUNKER

Dean enters the library, bringing coffee to Sam, who's working on his laptop.

"Anything?" Dean Says

"Oh. Thanks. Not yet. I put out an APB to every single Hunter we know. But...Jack's off the grid." Sam Says

"Kid was pretty spun out. We'll find him. I mean, there's gotta be a sign at some point, right?" Dean Says

"Yeah." Sam Says

"Kid can cause a tsunami with a hiccup." Dean Says

"I don't know. Maybe he's covering his tracks." Sam Says

Castiel then enters the room from the opposite side Dean did. "Or this apparent dearth of evidence is, in fact, the evidence."

"The evidence of..." Sam Says

"Of some horrific misadventure that's befallen him, like being dragged down to Hell by Asmodeus. Or...I don't know, possibly worse, being hijacked to Heaven by angels." Castiel Says

"Yeah, but isn't he too fast and furious for angels?" Dean Says

"Maybe. Maybe not. That's what I'm gonna find out."
Castiel Says

"Find out from who? From–from the angels?" Sam Says

"Yes." Castiel Says, as Dean stands up.

"All right. Well, let's go." Dean Says

"Dean, you can't accompany me. My contact is already anxious about meeting and won't speak in the presence of a stranger." Castiel Says

"So introduce me then, I'm not a stranger I'll bring a six-pack." Dean Says

"Dean, I swore I would protect this boy. Let me do this." Castiel Says, then walks toward the war room.

"Don't do anything stupid." Dean Says

Dean reluctantly sits back down with Sam as we hear Castiel climb the stairs and leave through the front door.

"All right." Sam Says

"I guess we're stuck in idle." Dean Says

"So...what do we do? Just–just sit around here and wait?" Sam Says

"Well, we could work a case. We got three murders here a couple hundred miles apart, same M.O. They were all horribly tortured before having their throat slit. Look at the body. Next to it." Dean Says

Dean turns the laptop around and shows the crime scene photo to Sam, who zooms in on an arrangement that looks like ingredients for a spell.

"She's a witch." Sam Says

"Mm-hmm." Dean Says

"Were they all witches?" Sam Asks

"Looking like. These aren't Hunter kills. They're– they're more ritualistic, like a sacrament or something. Plus, all their places were ransacked, which means somebody was looking for something." Dean Says

HELL

Asmodeus's clasped hands as he sits on the throne in Crowley's old throne room, meditatively chanting with his eyes closed until he's interrupted by a demon.

"Jack... Jack... Jack..." Asmodeus Says

"Lord Asmodeus." He Says

"Does no one think of knockin'?" Asmodeus Says

"I have news of The Jack." He Says

"What is it?" Asmodeus Asks

"There is no news of The Jack. We've exhausted all our resources." He Says

"How is this possible? This is an entity of immense power, and yet, I detect nothing. The Winchesters are doing a masterful job of cloaking him." Asmodeus Says

"I doubt that, since they don't have The Jack anymore, either." He Says

"Say what?" Asmodeus Says

"We have a Hunter on the payroll who says the Winchesters themselves are in a panic to find him." He Says

"Well, if they're not protecting the nephilim, then who is?" Asmodeus Says

APOCALYPSE WORLD

Lightning and thunder are heard in the Apocalypse World, as Lucifer is manhandled to stand before Michael inside the church.

"Hey, hey, hey. I got an idea. Why don't you wail on Mary and Elena for a while? I'll go get a latte, okay? Or not." Lucifer Says

"Look at you. You claim to be a god in your world. Here, you're pathetic." Michael Says

"Hey, you try interdimensional travel sometime, pal. Definitely no frills. And just to be clear, I never claimed to be God. Or a god, okay? Where I come from, God is a paradox. He's everywhere, in your mind. In reality, he's nowhere." Lucifer Says

"Mhm." Michael Says

"He left. I, on the other hand, am the real deal. I am everything humanity thinks I am and worse. That's who you're dealing with, pal. But, hey, congratulations to you for being king of the
hill of this dead rock." Lucifer Says

"Unlike you, I'll be trading up." Michael Says

"Oh, you mean to the Earth? Sort of need that pesky little rift to pull that trade off, right? And it's...oh. Missing." Lucifer Says

"For now, I consider myself a man with a plan. Alternate universes? Not news. We've been exploring the idea." Michael Says

"We"?" Lucifer Says

"Bring him in. The greatest minds on this "dead rock," including..." Michael Says

A demon goes to the door, and opens it for someone to enter, Kevin Tran.

"Our Prophet of the Lord." Michael Says

"Kevin? Kevin Tran?" Lucifer Says

"Have we met?" Kevin Says

"Uh, we had one of you in our world. The other you is dead." Lucifer Says

"Don't care, what do you have for me?" Michael Asks

"I...I've assembled all the elements annotated in the angel tablet. Of course, I haven't done this before– no one here has–and any predictions are only predictive, not declarative probabilities being what they are or could be. Maybe. Or not. But a fly in the ointment exists." Kevin Says

"Yes." Michael Says

Kevin holds up a glass and silver angel grace vial "The key ingredient–archangel grace, which you have refused to donate."

"Don't screw with me, worm." Michael Says

"I'm a vertebrate, neither an annelid nor a nematode." Kevin Says

Michael takes the vial from Kevin beneath another glowing cross window and turns to Lucifer.

"I don't need to waste my grace. And there's plenty in the cupboard." Michael Says

"Oh, touch me, and I'll-" Lucifer Says

One of the angels restraining him, as Michael punches him in the face.

"Don't worry. I won't take it all. Save some for a rainy day. Say "ah." Michael Says

Michael slits Lucifer's throat with an angel blade, and extracts a bit of his grace into the vial, then healing the wound.

________________________________

CLINTON POLICE DEPARTMENT

Dean is seen leaving the building while on the phone. The seal on the wall depicts a bear inside a golden ring that reads, "United we stand, divided we fall" as a siren blares.

"Yeah, Jody. No, I mean, we don't know what's going on. We just know that they're all witches. Yeah." Dean Says

Dean walks to Sam, busy on his ipad as he leans against the Impala's trunk and a police radio chatters in the background.

"All right. Will do. Thanks." Dean Says, he hangs
up with Jody and Sam shows him the ipad.

"All right, check this out. This is the surveillance footage of the last victim before she was kidnapped and killed. She turned down an alley, and that's when she got grabbed." Sam Says

"Wait, stop. Stop, stop." Dean Says

"Stop?" Sam Says

"There. Blow that up." Dean Says

Sam zooms into the surveillance video, he and Dean's eyes widen at the sight of Arthur Ketch.

"No. Is that..." Sam Says

"Ketch, How is that possible?" Dean Says

"It's not possible. That–that can't be Ketch." Sam Says

"Mom shot him clean through the head." Dean Says

"Exactly. So that can't be Ketch." Sam Says

"What? Are you kidding me? You think I forget the face of the guy who tried to kill me? Twice? That's him. And he's 30 feet away from the girl who got tortured and murdered. I say case solved." Dean Says

"Say it is Ketch, which I still don't understand. Why– why is he–" Sam Says

Sam is interrupted by a woman wearing a hat and large sunglasses to disguise her identity.

"Sam and Dean Winchester?" Daniela Says

"Do we know you?" Sam Asks

"No, but I know you. In my profession, it pays to know the enemy. My name is Daniela. I'm a witch. And I know you don't like witches, but I also know you help people who are in trouble." She Says

APOCALYPSE WORLD

In the Apocalypse World, Kevin prepares the ingredients for a spell as Lucifer watches on, flanked by grey-clothed guard angels.

"It's ready." Kevin Says

"Kevin, what are you doing, getting mixed up with Michael?" Lucifer Says

"I don't have a choice. I'm a prophet, so I serve God, but there's no God to serve, so I serve the ranking deity, which is Michael, because I don't have a choice because I'm a prophet." Kevin Says

"Idiot. Can't you see Michael is a monster? Pure evil?" Lucifer Says

"Okay, I'm confused. Aren't you Satan? Which would make you the evil monster? And besides, Michael's taking me with him to paradise world so I can meet hot women." Kevin Says

"I'm sorry, what?" Lucifer Says, as the door bangs open and Michael storms in.

"This better work." Michael Says

"Okay, disclaimer? What I'm making is a synthetically generated megaforce, which has not been tested, and I've never done it before. And it should be enough to open the rift, but I can't promise 100%." Kevin Says

"Just do it." Michael Says

"Okay." Kevin Says

"Kevin... don't do it." Lucifer Says

"Mah ray, fay doh, em lah, Kah day, em lah! Kah day, em lah!" Kevin Says

Kevin chants the incantation and pours the bit of Lucifer's grace into the spell bowl. As he finishes the contents of the bowl shift from glowing white to orange, and a portal rips open behind Lucifer.

It pulses once, taking everyone off guard but giving Lucifer an opening to fight back. He knocks aside his guards, and makes a running leap for the portal, which seals shut in a burst of light the moment he crosses through.

"What just happened?!" Michael Says

"Clearly, the science wasn't perfect! And wow! The spell's designed to admit one person at a time. Who saw that coming?!" Kevin Says, Michael grabs him by the collar.

"Fix this." Michael Says

STREET

Lucifer has landed face-down on a busy sidewalk, a police siren blaring in the background. He slowly stands up and tries to figure out where he is, stopping random pedestrians to ask.

"Ouch. What is this? Cincinnati? Excuse me, could you tell me where I am? Just a moment of your time, sir, 'cause I-I don't know where..." Lucifer Says

"Oh, my God. When are they ever gonna get those people off the street?" A woman says, as she and her friend walk around him.

"Excuse me? "Those people?" Lucifer Says

"No eye contact, Beverly." She Says

Lucifer pushing back in front of the woman "You have no idea who you're talking to, lady."

She dismissively hands Lucifer some cash "Here. And don't go spending it on drugs now."

Lucifer tosses the cash over his shoulder, indignant

"I'm Lucifer."He Says

Lucifer snaps his fingers, but nothing happens, to his dismay. He tries a different two-handed gesture, which also does nothing.

"Ha! Huh!" He Says

"Honey, you're not Lucifer. My ex-husband's Lucifer." She Says

She pushes past Lucifer with her friend and walks away. Lucifer lets her go, examining his own hands, confused that nothing continues to happen and his power is weak to non-existent for the time being.

"Ah!" Lucifer Says

HELL

Inside Asmodeus's throne room, where he is torturing and interrogating a man in a yellow shirt bearing a nametag that reads "Karl," and the logo of the Stampede Motel, where Sam, Dean, Castiel and Jack stayed in. Karl's hands are bound, and his face is bloody, and his left eye is swollen shut.

"Aah! Ow! I don't know anything!" Karl Says

"Don't know anything about what?" Asmodeus Says

"A-anything at all. I-I'm a motel clerk from a nowhere town where nothing happens to anyone, okay?" Karl Says

"Well, then how do you explain how Jack, the infamous nephilim, along with the Brothers Winchester, all stayed in your No-Tell Motel?" Asmodeus Says

"What are you talking about?!" Karl Asks

"What miracles did you witness?" Asmodeus Asks

"What?" Karl Says

"Where they going next?" Asmodeus Asks

"The people in Room 26, they were FBI agents, okay? They–they paid the bill in cash and they left. I swear to God, I don't know anything. You're just beating a dead horse." Karl Says

"Not quite." Asmodeus Says

He gestures to another demon, who comes forward with a knife.

"Please. Wait, wait, wait. I..." Karl Says, as she stabs him in the chest, grinning maliciously.

"Clean this up." Asmodeus Says

Asmodeus leans heavily against a pillar, sensing something magically. One of his demons comes to his aid.

"Sir? What is it?" He Asks

"I'm sensing something. Not the nephilim. Something else. More like..." Asmodeus eyes glow yellow, and he laughs menacingly.

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CABIN

Daniela has led Sam and Dean to a secluded cabin in the woods. She enters, and they follow.

"You live here?" Dean Asks

"It's a safe house some of us use when we're in hiding. From Hunters, for instance. It's almost impossible to find." Daniela Says

"Yeah, we noticed. All right, so here's the deal. Uh, we trust you about as much as you trust us, but we followed you here. So what's going on?" Sam Says

"What's going on is, I survived. He had me, the serial killer you're looking for." Daniela Says

"Well, no one he's grabbed has lived. So why should we believe you?" Dean Says

Daniels reluctantly pulls off her shawl and showing Sam and Dean wounds across the top of her chest and shoulders.

"This is how he tortures you, slow cuts with a red-hot knife. While he was doing it, I managed to get a hand free enough to touch him and whisper a spell, to disable him just long enough to get away." Daniela Says

"What did he want?" Sam Asks

"He kept asking the same thing over and over again– "Where is Rowena MacLeod?" Daniela Says

"Rowena?" Sam Says

"Rowena's dead." Dean Says

"That's what I told him. That's what everybody's been telling him. That's why he'll keep doing this until he hears what he wants." Daniela Says

"Did he happen to have a British accent?" Dean Asks

"Yeah. Why? Do you-" Daniela Says

Sam pulls out his phone to show Daniela a picture of Ketch from the security footage.

"Is this him?" Sam Asks

"Yes. You have to find him. He has to be looking for me. He knows I can identify him." Daniela Says

"Yeah, we want him, too." Sam Says

"You can't tell anyone that you spoke to me. Until he's caught, no one can know where I am." Daniela Says

"Hmm. Well, about that... I was thinking just the opposite." Dean Says

Later that evening, after dark, Daniela sits in the cabin with lamps lit, waiting. A clock chimes. Someone sneaks up to the cabin, and Daniela hears noises outside, but remains seated and tense. There's a clattering on the roof, and a gas canister drops down the chimney and rolls into the room, sparking and smoking.

"Oh!" Daniela Says

She gasps and stumbles out of the chair before succumbing to the gas, when a man in a gas mask kicks down the door and fires around the entire cabin with a machine gun.

He enters the room slowly, but is struck in the neck by a tranquilizer dart and falls to the ground. Dean is behind him with a gun pointed at him. Sam enters, coughing against the gas, and goes to Daniela's aid.

"I got ya. I got ya. All right." Sam Says

"Thank you." Daniela Says, as Dean removes the gas mask from Ketch.

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