Chapter 63

Lucifer gets up immediately, having seen enough. God, she's such a slut. And yet for some reason, he feels a bit betrayed. She was supposed to be slut. Now who is he supposed to screw? He already saw Charlie and Meg getting at it as he walked by, and there aren't really enough female characters in the show for him to find someone else.

And even if there was... It just doesn't seem the same. There'd be something missing with anyone else, something he can't describe. He doesn't her, of course. That would be ridiculous. He just... Um... Well, there has to be some other explanation. He'll figure out what's wrong with this picture eventually, but it's definitely not that he likes her. Not at all.

Meanwhile, Chuck gives Amara an excited hug. Amara just looks at him like he has eight heads. Someone must ship Micho, and that someone isn't her, and it definitely isn't Lucifer.

"Great, glad your couple got together," Lucifer deadpans. "Can I go now?"

"Not yet," Chuck replies. "Not because I really care about having you up here anymore but just because I'm gonna try something new down there since this doesn't seem to be working out and I want to switch it up a bit."

"Don't," Lucifer replies.

"What?"

"Just let everyone go," Lucifer tells him. "No one wants to deal with you screwing everything up."

"Is that really what you think I'm doing?"

"''?" Lucifer repeats. "No, I , okay? Trust me, I've suffered through it enough."

"You don't get it, do you?" Chuck asks. "I'm not trying to screw things up for you guys." He pauses, then amends, "Well, mostly. I mean, it kinda started with me just screwing around, but now, I'm just trying to — to create."

"To create ?" Lucifer challenge, crossing his arms. He's not buying this for a minute.

"Sparks."

Lucifer scoffs. "''? Just set something on fire. Ooh, set Jess on fire again. That'd be fun!"

Chuck sighs. "Not type of spark, Lucifer. I mean... Like when Dean met Castiel. It was obviously meant to be. It had that , that special something."

Lucifer glances at the screen behind him, where Jo and Michael are both laughing. Was that the spark he was talking about? Because he certainly didn't see a spark.

"That's a long story," Chuck tells him.

Crap, he's God. He can read minds. Maybe Lucifer should watch what he thinks around that guy.

"Anyways, I screwed up and now I have to fix it," Chuck tells him. "Wanna watch?"

Lucifer scoffs. "You ? Did you really just say that?"

"Yes?" Chuck says uncertainly.

"Seriously? After how hard I had to practically you for an apology for throwing me in Hell, you're just gonna come out and say you screwed up?"

Chuck sighs. "Look, I don't know what you want me to say, because apparently 'sorry' isn't enough, but I might have something to cheer you up for now, at least."

"What?" Lucifer asks suspiciously.

"I'm going to try to right some wrongs, and it will either make Sam really uncomfortable or you'll get to kill people. You in?"

A smile creeps up on his face. "Damn straight I am."

~~

Jess and Gabriel seem to be the only two able to hold a conversation, despite urging for both Sam and Kali to join in. That's why, when Jess and Kali both disappear, it gets really quiet, really quickly. It's not a nice silence, either; not like the nights they'd spend together seven years ago. It's awkward and annoying and they wish it would go away but neither are willing to break it.

Finally, Gabriel says, "You know, even if we're not together anymore, we can still talk to each other. It's not forbidden by the laws of exes."

Sam offers him a small smile for that. "Yeah, I know. I just don't know what to talk about."

Gabriel lets out a long breath, nodding slowly. "Yeah, I feel ya."

And cue awkward silence.

"So, how are things with you and Kali?" Sam asks politely.

"Fine," Gabriel replies. She can be a bitch, but at least she's still hot and always down for sex. "How about you and Jess?"

"Fine," Sam replies. She asks a lot of questions and can be a bit flat, but she's easily one of the sweetest people he knows, and she's trying really hard to belong here.

And silence.

"So, this is going great," Gabriel says sarcastically.

"Yeah," Sam agrees with a short, mostly humorless laugh.

"Well, if we're going to be stuck here, we might as well make the most of it," Gabriel says. "Any games you know of that don't require any... anything?"

He's about to say he doesn't know of any, but his mind drifts back to Sully. They used to play games together all the time. Eye Spy, Have You Ever, Truth or Dare...

"Twenty questions?"

Gabriel shrugs. "Sure. I think we pretty much know everything about each other, but let's give it a go. You go first? You go first."

Sam gives him an amused smile for that. "Alright. How does coming back from the dead feel?"

"I think you should know that one," Gabriel reminds him. "It's... it's kind of surreal. Especially after seven years. I guess I never realized how quickly things can change."

"Yeah, I bet," Sam replies, trying to ignore how Gabriel might have been and probably was talking about their relationship with that last sentence.

"My turn, huh? How does it feel to finally have a home? Or is it really home at all?"

Sam has to think about that one. How he feel about this place?

"It's — it's definitely home," he says. "But it's weird."

"Weird meaning...?" Gabriel prompts.

"I don't know. I kind of miss being out on the road," Sam explains. "And hunting... That's what I grew up into. Even when I hated it, it made me who I was. I kind of miss it. All of it. Driving around, sleeping in cheap motels, hustling pool with Dean. The whole nine. Sorry, ranting."