Part 2
   Summary: In which Charlie Bradbury becomes a fan girl.
   Setting: Supernatural season 8

Setting: A dusty bunker hallway, the next morning. Sam and Dean are still recovering from summoning the wrong Lucifer.

Charlie Bradbury enters with an energy drink in hand, red hair in a messy braid, wearing a "Chaotic Good" t-shirt and a leather jacket with buttons that say "I’d rather be LARPing."

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CHARLIE: “Okay, so I just got your text, Dean. ‘We summoned Lucifer. Wrong one. Send help.’ You wanna explain?”

DEAN: (pale, sipping coffee) “It wasn’t our Lucifer. It was... another universe’s. Cartoony. Flashy. Think Beetlejuice meets David Bowie meets Satan.”

CHARLIE: (blinks) “You summoned Hazbin Hotel Lucifer?”

SAM: “Wait, you know that guy?!”

CHARLIE: “Duh. He’s legendary in certain fandom circles. Lounge-singer demon daddy? Sharp suit? Massive ‘dad of the year’ energy? Yeah, I know him.”

DEAN: “He sang at us.”

CHARLIE: “Did he call you ‘bitches’?”

DEAN: “Right out the gate.”

CHARLIE: (grinning like a kid on Christmas) “Yup. That’s him. Oh my Chuck—did you guys record it?!”

SAM: “We were too shocked to move.”

CHARLIE: “Damn. I’ve been trying to find a way into that dimension for years. I even wrote fanfic where I run his infernal IT department.”

DEAN: (choking on coffee) “You wrote fanfic about the literal devil?”

CHARLIE: “Not your devil. This one. Big difference. One’s a brooding angel with a God complex. The other? Sings about sin like it’s a cabaret act and probably has a Pinterest board for cocktails and chaos.”

SAM: “So, you want to meet him?”

CHARLIE: (eyes gleaming) “Dean, if you don’t summon him again, I will personally install a virus on your car.”

DEAN: “You wouldn’t.”

CHARLIE: (serious) “Try me.”

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[Later, in the summoning room again]
Candles lit. Sigils redrawn. Energy crackling.

SAM: “Alright, same incantation, different expectations.”

DEAN: “God help us.”

They finish the chant. Smoke again. Energy again. Then—

LUCIFER (Hazbin): “Helloooo again, mortals! Miss me?”

He lands in a dramatic pose, wearing a red feather boa this time.

CHARLIE: (screaming) “Oh. My. SATAN. You’re real. You’re so much hotter in person.”

LUCIFER: (flashing teeth) “And you must be my newest fan. I do adore enthusiastic mortals. Especially the queer, chaotic kind.”

CHARLIE: “I will literally fight angels for your playlist.”

LUCIFER: “Charming. Dangerous. I like her. May I keep her?”

DEAN: “NO.”

CHARLIE: “Maybe.”

Lucifer chuckles, spins, and tosses her a glowing coin inscribed with a flaming “L.”

LUCIFER: “Summon me anytime, sweetheart. We’ll have martinis and mischief. I’ve got a karaoke machine that can summon spirits—dead and living.”

CHARLIE: (fangirling at maximum levels) “I think I just got possessed by fabulous.”

DEAN: “We’re gonna regret this.”

SAM: “We already do.”

Lucifer bows again and disappears in a flourish of fire and sparkles.

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EPILOGUE:
Charlie is later seen in her room, already drafting a sigil onto her tablet, smiling like she won the nerd lottery.

CHARLIE (typing): “Dear Diary: Today I met the Lucifer. No, not the angsty one. The jazzy one. He smells like smoke and sin. 10/10 would summon again.”

TO BE CONTINUED....
END PART 2