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Chloe shuffled in her seat, arms folded on the shiny countertop while she waited for her partner to finish preparing their meal. The consultant skillfully adding herbs and spices to finish off his ‘signature’ omelette, scents dancing about the kitchen and enticing her. The detective really wanted to know where Lucifer learned to cook. Maybe he was a chef in his past life? It wasn't a very clever theory, but it would explain how he could whip up practically any dish she imagined.
A hot plate slid across the bar, halting in front of her. Her stomach growled as she lifted up a fork and knife, eagerly digging into the steaming omelette with no thoughts as to the temperature of the meal. She hummed in satisfaction at the perfect taste of Lucifer's dish, looking up to see his smug expression as he leaned against the other side of the bar.
“My expert cooking up to your standards, detective?” Lucifer’s wide grin reached his eyes, cheerful and full of pride. He had already grabbed a plate of his own to eat from, nodding in approval. Pulling a stool to his side of the counter, he settled down and got comfortable.
They were both content with eating their meals, when a soft ‘ding’ from the elevator disturbed the silence. Lucifer got up from his seat, intent on checking who was interrupting his and Chloe's evening.
He squinted as a harsh blinding orange light filled the room, elevator doors sliding to a halt and revealing a wavy rip in space and time. Lucifer gasped, blinking a few times and rubbed his eyes with balled-up fists. “Another space vagina!” He exclaimed with excitement, and clearly confusing Chloe.
The detective got up and made her way next to Lucifer who was standing in front of his elevator, where the orange glow was much brighter than it was when she first entered his penthouse. Chloe shook her head, trying to rid herself of what was right in front of her. “Lucifer … what is that?” She reached out to the unknown wavy object, stretching her fingers as the glowing orange line rippled under her touch.
Suddenly, the rip opened, light flashed all throughout the penthouse and blinded both partners. Before Chloe was gone through the portal entirely, Lucifer grabbed ahold of her wrist and was sent hurtling through time and space along with her. He wouldn't let his detective be sent to another dimension, clueless and defenseless, without him.
Another dimension. Lucifer definitely wasn't prepared for that.
“Everyone ready?” Castiel asked, angel blade held firmly in place as he took a breath in. He was prepared to get Jack and Mary back to their world, no matter the cost. Sam replied, with a hefty sigh. “Yeah. Alright.” And Dean, with his determination not wavering. “Let's do this.”
The group made their steps towards the portal, all determined to rescue their family with no flicker of doubt in a soul. The portal shifted, blinking in and out of existence. Losing it's light and slowly falling apart. But one final bright flash of white light erupted from the rip and the room went blind, a ‘thump’ sounded before the portal vanished for good.
Two people tumbled to the floor, both looking like they had just come from a fancy dinner that the boys couldn't dream to pay for. One, a guy, heavily started to lift himself from the floor, seemingly not paying attention to the group of armed hunters and angels. Instead, he crouched and spoke to the girl next to him with a calm, caring voice. “Det- Chloe. Are you alright?”
Sam's jaw dropped, he couldn't understand why these two people came from the rift. They didn't fit in with the rest of the rugged army men that wandered about the grey apocalypse world. They seemed domestic, not prepared for a fight in any way.
Dean took a hesitant step forwards, but quickly backed off when an inhuman growl sounded from the man huddled over the unconscious woman. This was a monster, he realized. A monster that cared for a woman, seemingly human as far as he could tell.
The woman finally shifted, groaning in pain and putting a weak hand against her head. “ … L-Lucifer? Where are we?” She asked, blue-green eyes opening to look at the dark haired man next to her.
Sam shifted his gaze from the couple on the ground to Castiel, passed by Gabriel and Rowena, and finally met his brother's doubtful green eyes. He mouthed ‘Lucifer?’ at Dean, who tensed his shoulders and looked back at the two who were now getting up onto their feet.
The dark man was tall, wearing a black suit with a white undershirt and a ruffled red cloth tucked into his pocket. He held the blonde woman to his side, glaring intensely at anyone who seemed to give her even a glance. The girl nodded at the man with a grateful smile, patting his back and standing upright.
“Who are you?” Castiel stepped forward, twisting the silver blade in his hand and being cautious around the stranger. The man ran a hand through his dark hair, straightening himself and giving a deep sigh. He gave Castiel his outstretched hand, grinning and showing off his pride.
“Lucifer. Morningstar.” Lucifer introduced himself, while the woman next to him grumbled something inaudible. The devil wiggled the fingers on his hand, irritated that no one was going to return his handshake. He let his arm drop slowly, and adjusted his cufflinks before observing the small crowd.