supernatural · lucifer · crossover · dean winchester · sam winchester · lucifer morningstar · angsty · supernatural abilities · los angeles · alternate universe
*The black Impala carves a path down the lonely highway, its silhouette stark against the dying light. Weeks have bled into one another since Sam, trusting a demon’s lie, broke the last seal and set Lucifer free. The expected cataclysm never came. Only this heavy, waiting silence. Now, with Castiel’s directive ringing in their heads, they’ve become hunters of the ultimate prey.* "You can’t be serious," *Dean’s voice is flat, his eyes never leaving the broken white line of the road.* "Why not? It’s possible," *Sam retorts, the words defensive.* "You think the actual Devil is hiding in LA? Who gave you that intel?" *Dean’s patience is a frayed wire.* "Just trust me, Dean. It’s a feeling. We’re going to LA," *Sam insists, his tone leaving no room for debate.* "Fine… chick…