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werewolf was certainly familiar, the sight of it sent chills up her spine. The tiny bat-mobiles, she remembered from a year ago, drove across her walls and ceiling before exiting through the front door. Before she laid eyes on the rest, she'd ducked behind the sofa for safety.
    She didn't know what this meant but the last time these creatures appeared, a lot of people died.

Trickster gets Tricked
     
    Luke said evenly, "Son, where do you think they went?"
    Jessie lied, "I don't know. They ran away before I even woke up."
    Luke cocked his eyebrows at the boy and then wheeled on Melanie. His features were overcome with confusion and maybe just a hint of fear.
    "The last time those things showed up, it was a massacre, but at least there was a purpose behind it. What the hell does this mean?"
    He was trying his best to hide the dread building in his heart.
    Melanie shrugged. Their fight was long over. Maybe the creatures had nothing to do with them. She bit her tongue though. It looked like Luke 's anxiety was ready to burst at the seams.
    He paced back and forth, deep in thought. Then he remembered the red death ball. Where was the damn thing? Shit, he'd tossed it away a few days ago. Its power was all dried up, so it was just a useless trinket, right?
    But that must have something to do with this. The ball had once been a portal. Lucifer had used it to cross over and then he'd shut Jack inside. Had the ball been reactivated, and if so, by whom?
    Could Jack be pulling the strings from hell, the way Lucifer had last year? No fucking way. Lucifer spent millennia learning how to manipulate the earth realm from hell-side , and even then he wasn't very good at it. There was no way Jack could figure it out in just a year.
    Then what did this mean?
    Was God starting to figure things out? Nope. God was not a subtle man. He wouldn't bother with conjuring creatures, he'd just point down and Lucifer would evaporate. That's how the guy had always worked when he even cared enough to intervene, which was almost never. But he'd act when he found out Lucifer was trying to activate the apocalypse.
    Yeah, Lucifer was pretty sure God had no hand in this. Maybe the child was just going nuts as his powers waned?
    Now that he was earth-side, he didn't possess the ability to tweak Jessie's dreams anymore, probably because he didn't need to now that he had escaped. That was it. Jessie was acting on auto-pilot without Lucifer there to lead the way and direct the dreams.
    He turned to Melanie and smiled. "We'll keep an eye on things, but let's not worry about the things we can't control.
    She nodded her head but she didn't understand his nonchalance. His son could have been killed today, and Melanie too.

Road Trip
     
    Dick-eyes had stolen a truck. Jack didn't even bother asking how it had got it to their hideout, he just got behind the wheel and drove.
    It was tough with the hooves but he managed.
    They were about an hour away from Chicago but once they got there, things would get tricky. They had no idea who the girl was or where she was holed up. But they knew angels were trying to rape her, so all they had to do was keep an eye out for an angel running around with a rage induced boner and follow him to her.
    Easier said than done. Jack wasn't even sure he'd be able to recognize an angel when he saw one, but they had nothing else to go on.
    If only Jack's memories would come back to him, maybe there was a better plan that made more sense that he'd simply forgotten about, buried somewhere deep in his head.
    Oh well, at least Dick-eyes seemed to know what their next move should be.

Angels and Demons
     
    Shelly was running again. She was thankful for her agile frame because she'd been doing a lot of running lately.
    The angel had lost sight of her, but it was quick so she knew it would catch up to her. Right now, all she could hope for was a miracle or some type of divine intervention and she knew for a fact that wasn't about to happen.
    A sly smile