Break the Rules

Lux stared out the window of the Impala into the darkness, curled up in Dean’s large jacket. She tried so hard to wrap her mind around what had happened. Why would somebody try to kill her like that? Who even wanted her dead? Her head throbbed. She wanted to say she wished she had died, but she was grateful to who - or what - ever may have pulled her out and did who knows what to bring her back from the brink of death. Whether it was God or the Devil, Lux was alive. She just wanted to know who she was thanking for it.

Sam and Dean finally came back and they began to drive off in silence. “If you’re wondering,” Lux spoke finally, “my eyes are lilac looking because I was born with Alexandria’s Genesis. In daylight my hair looks tinted blue. It’s why I’m so pale too. I must have looked white as snow in the accident.” She chuckled morbidly.

“I’ve heard of that,” Sam mused. “Didn’t think it was real though. No offense or anything.”

Lux half-ass smiled. “It’s super rare. I haven’t met anyone else with it. And what you’ll read online is true.”

Dean arched an eyebrow, having never heard of such a thing before. “Well I have never heard of this a day in my damn life.” He made Lux laugh a little. “What the actual hell is…” he trailed off, forgetting the name.

“Alexandria’s Genesis you ass,” Lux laughed. “It’s a rare mutation that only affects women. Though I’ve only seen it affect me.” She rolled her eyes. “Dark hair, purple looking irises that get more purple with puberty, pale skin that does not tan nor burn, and the super fun parts! The hair you see on my head, lashes, and eyebrows are the only hair on my body along with my nose.” Sam shifted uncomfortably but humorously, knowing where the conversation was going.

“Wait, what?” Dean egged her on, clearly lost but into the whole mutation idea.

Lux grinned and rolled up her sleeves to show her hairless forearms. “It’s the same on my legs and every other square inch of my body. I have never had to use a razor a day in my life.”

“Are you fucking for real right now?”

Sam laughed at how genuinely into the conversation his brother was. Finally, Dean Winchester was listening to something science related. It really was the apocalypse.

“Rumor has it the mutation expands my life expectancy as well. I’ll be looking not much older than this at 50 and live for another hundred after that at least.”

“Okay now you’re screwing with me, aren’t you? That can’t be real.”

“Well how the hell would I know? I’m only 23, I’m barely halfway to finding out. But final little quip: Mother Nature doesn’t come anywhere near this bitch but I can still have kids.” She flung her arms up dramatically, sitting back like she was a boss.

Dean’s eyes widened with a shocked horror, Sam snickering beside him. With his right hand, he reached over and smacked Sam’s head. Irritated, the younger Winchester smacked back until it became a one handed slap fest. Lux watched from the back, finally unable to contain her laughter. She burst out laughing hysterically, curling over from lack of air. The sound of her laugh bounced off of the inside of the car, a strangely pleasant noise that caused the brothers to stop and break out laughing with her.

Lux wiped the tears from her eyes, sitting up and catching her breath. A tint of colour flushed her cheeks from being so happy. “You know, I have zero idea what’s going on right now, but it’s probably the best thing that could be happening.” She shrugged.

“Why do you say that?” asked Sam.

“I’ve...I’ve seen some shit in my life, you know? My family sucked so I bailed the second I had a chance, ended up in some piece of shit town where not a damn person knows my name or existence yet I serve them their greasy burgers every damn day,” she started getting agitated. “It’s the same bullshit day in and day out. No matter where I turned it was just another blank wall. Tonight was just another night on my way home from the diner.” She shrugged and turned her gaze back out the window. “Next thing I know some giant truck clearly has something against my existence.”

“So you have no clue why someone ran you off the road?” asked Dean.

She shook her head. “I’m a nobody. Even with a name like Lux Maristela. Those who even make an attempt to remember me think my name is Lex or Lexi.”

“What about your jilted family you left behind? Maybe someone got pissed?”

Lux’s expression fell. “Not possible. They’re all dead.”

The brothers met eyes again, putting the pieces together. “Well,” Dean broke the awkward silence, “I guess that makes it easier than.” The other two looked at him with bewilderment. “You’re about to not be a nobody, Lux. Welcome to the apocalypse.”

She scoffed. “Apocalypse? Like, what, zombie apocalypse?”

“Nope,” he continued untactfully. “As in we broke the devil himself out of his cage in hell apocalypse. Lucifer has risen, kid. You’ve come aboard Team Free Will.”

She swallowed, feeling cold. “Y-you’re shitting me, right?” Her eye twitched. “Lucifer?” Maybe I shouldn’t say that out loud… she thought, referring to his name. “How could I even be involved in something like that?”

“I shit you not, Lux. And now we know you’re involved because Satan himself pulled you from your car.”

She sweatdropped, feeling absolutely hopeless and ran into the dirt. She almost wanted to crawl into her crashed car and hide away. “That’s not the end of it, is it? There’s more than just Satan walking the Earth, isn’t there?”

“Well,” Sam drawled begrudgingly, “keep in mind that he is an archangel, Lux. One of four.”

Smaller Lux shrank in her seat. “So Heaven, angels, and all that are legit, Satan had a special time out cage, and you two let him out and he decided to save my life in his rampage.” She clicked her tongue. “Greeeeaaaatttt. Not what I imagined. Never mind. I want off.” She rubbed her face. “Where are we even going anyway?”

“Sioux Falls, South Dakota,” Dean answered with a smirk.

Sam sighed. “It’s a long drive and we’ve got a lot to talk about, Lux.”

“One of which being why we’re going to South Dakota?” He nodded. She shrugged and made herself comfortable in the back seat. “Alright, let’s hear it.”

Within three hours, Lux was filled in about the brothers being hunters and the mere existence of hunters. They told her why hunters existed; that there really were monsters walking the Earth. After that, they needed to stop for gas and breakfast. Lux kept making jokes about finally not being the waitress in a diner. As they ate, she learned about all kinds of monsters - vampires, werewolves, demons, wendigo, ghosts, the whole rainbow.

“So Heaven AND Hell exist?” She whined as they walked back to the car.

“Angels are dicks, demons are assholes, God is M.I.A., and paradise doesn’t exist,” Dean answered.

“What even started ‘the apocalypse’?”

“Breaking 66 of the seals off of Lucifer’s cage in Hell,” Sam replied. “Basically it’s meant to be one final prize fight between Michael and Lucifer with Dean and I as their true vessels.”

Ah, yes, more about vessels. At least angels needed permission.

“But if they go at it head to head,” Lux thought out loud, “it’ll demolish life as we know it.” The brothers nodded. She sat up, astounded and confused. “Jesus fucking Christ where’s the next stop on this crazy train?! Michael needs to win because if he doesn’t Lucifer’s going to end up wiping out humanity anyways but for Michael to beat Lucifer or even vice versa they’ll blow up the friggen Earth! Where the fuck is the logic in this?! There is no winning for anyone but them and even if humanity wanted another chance, God decided to dip out.”

Silence overtook the vehicle again. The brothers were rather pleasantly shocked at her reaction. No one ever took things remotely similar to what she just found out so well. Then again, when you’re in a deadly crash and wake up healed and out of the vehicle, it might change your perspective on reality. Without warning, there was a flutter of wings, and a screech from Lux.

“God dammit, Cas, you have got to stop doing that!” Dean snapped at the new male who was staring down Lux.

“Can I help you, hot wings?” the ravenette quipped, frowning dramatically.

“You have an aura similar to Lucifer’s Grace,” Cas spoke emotionlessly. “Who are you?”

“Whoa whoa! Timeout!” She waved her hands around. “You cannot just demand to know my existence after informing that ‘my aura’ reminds you of Satan!”

He looked at her with confusion. “No, your human aura that you emit is similar to Lucifer’s Grace as an angel. As if the two of you are pieces of one another.”

“Well I’m sure that’s really not what she needed to hear tonight, Cas,” Dean muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“She uh,” Sam tried to explain, “she was in a bad accident tonight. Someone purposely tried to kill her.”

“I don’t understand?”

“Lucifer pulled her from the crash and saved her life.”

Castiel looked back to the girl with a hint of sympathy. He stared at her for a moment longer before speaking, finally recognizing her lilac eyes. “Regardless of who it was that saved your life, it was a good thing, Lux.” She jumped when he spoke her name. “You were not meant to die tonight. So either something has gone wrong, or you were meant to be saved. Your soul was not ready to be untethered.”

She scoffed and turned away, looking out the other window. “I’ll try to take that as a compliment. Thank you.”

Her brain had finally had enough and tuned out whatever the other three were discussion. She watched the sun coming up from behind the trees, her eyelids slowly growing heavier until they closed and all she saw was darkness.