Dean hurried to the seemingly unconscious Cas and turned him over.
“Cas, hey, wake up” he softly said, with a desperate undertone. He wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be. To Dean’s relief Cas opened his eyes with effort.
“Dean?” he whispered hoarse. “Is it over?” he asked, looking at the other two. Dean nodded, grabbed Cas’ hand and pulled him up. He embraced Cas as if he was never letting go. Then he felt a sharp pain in his side. He looked shocked at Cas who cast him a big smile.
“Gotcha” he said and he threw Dean against the wall.
“Dean!” Sam exclaimed and ran towards his brother, but Meg only had eyes for Cas, who had jacked the demon knife.
“It’s not over” she said defeated.
Lucifer walked towards the mirror and examined his face. “Don’t you think Cas’ pretty face is in disharmony with the rest of his body?” He turned to Meg. “I think it is. I think some facial decorations are in order”
He placed the knife right under Cas’ left eye and drew a thin red line. Meg growled and ran towards him, but with a swing of his hand Lucifer threw her in the air and she landed next to Dean. Lucifer...