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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Swan Song

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville – a blue two-door Caprice.

There was a big ceremony, speeches. The lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car – no, the most important object – in pretty much the whole universe.

She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends, he'd drive around giving Bibles to the poor "gettin' folks right for Judgment Day." That's what he said. Sam, Dean and (y/n) don't know any of this, but if they did, I bet they'd smile.

After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors, a used-car lot in Lawrence, where a young marine bought her on impulse. That is, after a little advice from a friend. I guess that's where this story begins.

And here's where it ends.

Sam was sitting on the hood of the Impala drinking a beer in Bobby's salvage yard, when Dean and I come over to join him. "Hey." Sam greeted as Dean takes a couple beers out of a cooler, hands me one and leans against the Impala, being unusually quiet.

"Guys? What's going on?" Sam asked, worried. "I'm in." Dean said. "In with...?" Sam asked, confused. "The whole 'up with Satan' thing. I'm on board." Dean said. "You're gonna let me say yes?" Sam asked, surprised. "No. That's the thing. It's not on me to let you do anything. You're a grown...well, overgrown...man. If this is what you want, I'll back your play." Dean said. "That's the last thing I thought you'd ever say." Sam said.

"Might be. I'm not gonna lie to you, though. It goes against every fiber I got. I mean, truth is...You know, watching out for you...it's kinda been my job, you know? But more than that, it's...it's kinda who I am. You're not a kid anymore, Sam, and I can't keep treating you like one. Maybe I got to grow up a little, too. I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But...But I do know that if anybody can do it...it's you." Dean explained.

"Thank you." Sam said, grateful to hear such words from his brother. "If this is what you want...Is this really what you want?" Dean asked. "I let him out. I got to put him back in." Sam replied, Dean looks away. "Okay. That's it, then." He said, in a remorseful tone, then Sam looks over at me.

"What about you, (y/n)?" He asked me and I sigh. "Honestly, Sam...I don't like it. But...you are your own man and if you say you can control the devil and put yourself and Lucifer back in the cage, then I trust you. I'm standing by you." I said and Sam smiles at me. "Thanks, (y/n)." He said and I nod at him then we continue drinking our beers in silent.

Later, Sam and Castiel fill up jugs with demon blood. A dead demon hanged upside down over a devil's trap and Sam wipes blood off a large knife, while Castiel puts the lid on a jug of blood. Dean stands next to me, looking so conflicted of what is happening, and I reach out and take his hand in mine then run my thumb over his knuckle, to give him some sort've comfort.

We exit the building, Sam and Castiel carrying the gallon jugs of blood then they put them in the trunk of the Impala, while Dean and I walk over to Bobby. "I still can't get used to you at eye level." I said to him.

"So, was I right?" Bobby asked. "As always, Yoda. Two stunt demons inside, just like you said." Dean replied. "Did you get it?" Bobby asked. "Yeah, all the 'go juice' Sammy can drink." Dean said, while I sigh and look away.

"You both okay?" Bobby asked, I shake my head. "Not really. What do you got?" Dean asked. "Not much. These look like omens to you?" Bobby asked, handing Dean a newspaper. I lean closer to Dean to read the paper with him.

"Cyclone in Florida, temperature drop in Detroit, wildfires in L.A." Bobby said. "Wait. What about Detroit?" Dean asked, looking up from the paper. "Temp's dropped about 20 degrees, but only in a five-block radius of downtown Motown." Bobby explained. "That's the one. Devil's in Detroit." Dean said. "Really? As far as foreboding goes, it's a little light in the loafers. You sure?" Bobby asked. "Yeah, I'm sure." Dean replied.

The Impala, of course, has all the things other cars have... and a few things they don't. But none of that stuff's important. This is the stuff that's important. The army man that Sam crammed in the ashtray – it's still stuck there. The Legos that Dean shoved into the vents – to this day, heat comes on and they can hear 'em rattle. And, when she was riding with them, (y/n) had stuffed her already chewed up gum up under the seats.

These are the things that make the car theirs – really theirs. Even when Dean rebuilt her from the ground up, he made sure all these little things stayed, 'cause it's the blemishes that make her beautiful. The Devil doesn't know or care what kind of car the boys drive.

Dean was driving the Impala, Sam was riding shotgun, Castiel is asleep in the back seat while I sit next to him and smile at him. "Aw. Ain't he a little angel?" I asked the boys as I nod to Cas. "Angels don't sleep." Sam said and I roll my eyes.

"Sam, I got a bad feeling about this." said Dean. "Well, you'd be nuts to have a good feeling about it." Sam said, sarcastically. "You know what I mean. Detroit. He always said he'd jump your bones in Detroit. Here we are." Dean said. "Here we are." Sam said.

"Maybe this is him rolling out the red carpet, you know? Maybe he knows something that we don't." I said. "(Y/n), I'm sure he knows a buttload we don't. We just got to hope he doesn't know about the rings." Sam said then he sighs.

"Hey, um...on the subject, there's something I got to talk to you guys about." He said. "What?" Dean and I asked. "This thing goes our way and I...Triple Lindy into that box...y-you guys know I'm not coming back." Sam said and I frown and turn my head away. "Yeah, we're aware." Dean said.

"So you guys got to promise me something." Sam said and I look over at him. "Okay. Yeah." Dean said. "Anything." I said. "You guys got to promise not to try to bring me back." Sam said. "What?" I exclaimed, shocked, while Dean shakes his head. "No, I didn't sign up for that." He growls.

"Guys--"

"Your Hell is gonna make my tour look like Graceland. You want us just to sit by and do nothing?" Dean asked, angrily. "Once the Cage is shut, you can't go poking at it, Dean. It's too risky." Sam said. "No, no, no, no, no. As if we're just gonna let you rot in there." Dean said. "There's no way we're gonna do that!" I shout. "Yeah, you are. You two don't have a choice." Sam said. "You can't ask us to do this." Dean said, upset.

"I'm sorry, guys. You have to." Sam said. "So then what are we supposed to do?" I asked him, tears forming in my eyes. The idea of losing my best friend is just...I don't know a better word for it...awful.

"You guys find a home, have a family. You – you have barbecues, go to football games and go to concerts. You two go live some normal, apple-pie life, guys. Promise me." Sam said and I stare at him, in disbelief, as Dean looks over at him. "Well, is it bad timing to tell you that...your wish is coming true?" Dean asked and Sam stares at him, confused.

"What?" He asked. "Last night, I, uh...I asked (y/n) to marry me." Dean said and Sam's eyes widen and he looks over at me, like for confirmation. "It's true. Although, we don't have a ring yet but...he did ask." I said and Sam huffs out a laugh. "Well...I'm glad you guys. Now you just need to home, maybe turn one of your safehouses into a home, (y/n), and you two live on. Have kids or do whatever. It would mean alot to me, if you guys did this." He said and I look down.

We arrive in Detroit and parked in an alleyway then Bobby looks through binoculars at a building. Once he was done, Bobby walks over to Sam, Dean, Castiel, and I. "Demons. At least two dozen of them. You were right...something's up." He said to Dean. "More than something. He's here. I know it." Dean said, walking to the trunk of the Impala.

Sam looks at Bobby and sighs. Bobby looks at the ground for a moment, then walks up to Sam. "I'll see ya around, kid." He said. "See ya around." Sam replied and the two hug.

Bobby pulls away then look Sam in the eye. "He gets in...You fight him tooth and nail, you understand? Keep swingin'. Don't give an inch." He said, his voice breaking a little. "Yes, sir." Sam said. Bobby stares at Sam for a moment, tearfully. Then he turns and walks away.

Sam sighs, rubbing his face and brushing a long strand of his bangs out of his face. Sam looks at Castiel and walks over him, holding his hand out to the angel. "Take care of these guys, okay?" He asked as he nods to me and Dean

"That's not possible." Castiel said, plainly. Sam scoffs. "Then humor me." He said. "Oh. I was supposed to lie." Castiel said and Sam scoffs again. "Uh...Sure. They'll be fine." Castiel said, never taking Sam's hand to shake. "Just-just stop...talking." Sam said, smiling a little, then he looks over at me and I give him a small smile before I go and hug him.

"I'm gonna miss you." I whispered to him as he hugs me back. "Yeah, I'll miss you too." Sam said then we pull out of our embrace and he looks down at me. "Take care of my brother." He tells me and I nod. "I will." I said and Sam smiles and we hug again then he heads over to the trunk of the Impala, where the open jugs of demon blood sit.

"You mind not watching this?" Sam asked us and Dean and I walk away as Sam picks up a jug.

Later, Sam clears his throat and closes the trunk and takes a deep breath. "Okay. Let's go." He said, walking past Dean and I. After a moment we follow him. Bobby and Castiel stayed back, watching us go.

Sam raises his arms as he approaches the building with the demons. "ALL RIGHT! We're here, you sons of bitches! Come and get it!" He growled and three demons come outside. "Hey, guys. Is your father home?" Dean asked them.

The demons manhandle the boys and I, inside and over to Lucifer, who's looking out the window. "Hey, guys. So nice of you to drop in." The devil said, continuing to stare out the window. He breaths on the glass, foggy and freezing it up.

"Sorry, if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite." Lucifer said, as he draws a pitchfork in the condensation. "Well, I'll alert the media." Dean said, sarcastically.

Lucifer turns his head to look at us, his face was covered with red sores. "Help me understand something, guys. I mean, stomping through my front door is...a tad suicidal, don't you think?" He asked, moving to stand in front of us.

"We're not here to fight you." Sam said. "No? Then why are you?" Lucifer asked. "I want to say yes." Sam replied. "Excuse me?" Lucifer asked, taken aback. Sam takes a breath, closing his eyes and the three demons drop dead in flashes of light. "Chock-full of Ovaltine, are we?" Lucifer asked, a bit impressed.

"You heard me. Yes." Sam said, firmly. "You're serious." Lucifer said, questionable. Sam glances to Dean and I real quick. "Look, Judgment Day's a runaway train. We get it now. We just want off." He said. "Meaning?" Lucifer asked. "Deal of the century. I give you a free ride, but when it's all over, I live, he lives, she lives, you bring our parents back..." Sam said and Lucifer rolls his eyes. "Okay, can we please drop the telenovela?" Lucifer asked, getting him to stop.

"I know you have the rings, Sam." Lucifer said. Dean and I look at Sam, who stares at Lucifer. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He said. "The Horsemen's rings? The magic keys to my Cage? Ring a bell?" Lucifer asked, stepping closer to get in Sam's face.

Lucifer then slips pass us as we turn to look at him. "Come on, Sam. I've never lied to you. You could at least pay me the same respect. It's okay. I'm not mad. A wrestling match inside your noggin...I like the idea. Just you and me, one round, no tricks. You win, you jump in the hole. I win...Well, then I win. What do you say, Sam? A fiddle of gold against your soul says I'm better than you." Lucifer taunted.

Dean and I exchange worried looks then look over at Sam, who fidgets. "So he knows. Doesn't change anything." He said. "Sam." Dean whispered. "We don't have any other choice." Sam said. "No." I mutter but Sam faces Lucifer.

"Yes."

Lucifer closes his eyes and bright light emanates from him. I held up my hands, turning my head away from the blinding light. When the light fades, Lucifer's previous vessel was gone and Sam was laying motionless on the floor. "Sam." I exclaimed as I kneel beside him to check on him. Dean takes the Horsemen's rings out of his pocket and throws them at the wall, where they stick.

"Bvtmon...Tabges...Babalon."

A hole appears in the wall where the rings were and thw air is sucked into it. Sam stirs. "Sam." I said, taking his arm and help him sit up. "Sammy!" Dean exclaimed, running over to us. "Dean! (y/n)!" Sam exclaimed as he groans in pain. "I can feel him. Oh, God!" Sam cried out. "Keep fighting him, Sam!" I said. "You got to go now! Come on!" Dean said and he and I take Sam's arms and help him up.

Now standing, Sam stares at the hole that leads to the cage. "Go now, Sammy. Now!" I yelled. Sam walks towards the hole and takes some deep breath but then he turns back to us, smiling. "I was just messing with you. Sammy's long gone." Lucifer said and we stare back at him, horrified, my heart dropped at this.

Lucifer turns back to the hole in the wall. "Chdr bvtmon tabges babalon." He changes and the hole closes. Lucifer removes the Horsemen's rings from the wall and turns back to look at us. "I told you...this would always happen in Detroit." He said, then he disappears. Dean puts his hands to his head with tears in his eyes and I placed my hands over my mouth, tears falling down. "No..." I cried, defeated.

*3rd Person POV*

In a abandon theater, five people stand in a loose circle. Lucifer in Sam's body flexes his right arm, shoulder and hand. "Sam. Come on. I can feel you...scratching away in there." Lucifer said, smirking, then he noticed a broken mirror and looks into it. "Look...I'll take the gag off, okay?" Lucifer said as he walks towards the mirror. In the reflection, Sam was breathing heavily in anger.

"You got me all wrong, kiddo. I'm not the bad guy here." Lucifer said. "I'm gonna rip you apart from the inside out. Do you understand me?" Sam growled, angrily. "Such anger...Young Skywalker. Who are you really angry with? Me? Or that face in the mirror?" Lucifer asked.

"I'm sure this is all a big joke to you, huh?" Sam sneered. "Not at all. I've been waiting for you...for a long, long time. Come on, Sam. You have to admit...you can feel it, right?" Lucifer asked and Sam shakes is head. "What?" He asked. "The exhilaration. And you know why that is? Because we're two halves made whole. M.F.E.O. Literally." Lucifer replied. "This feels pretty damn far from good." Sam spat.

Lucifer smiles and taps at his head. "I'm inside your grapefruit, Sam. You can't lie to me. I see it all...how odd you always felt, how...out of place in that...family of yours. And why shouldn't you have? They were foster care at best. I'm your real family." Lucifer said. "No, that's not true." Sam said. "It is. And I know you know it. All those times you ran away, you weren't running from them. You were running towards me." Lucifer said.

Sam looks away then Lucifer sighs. "This doesn't have to be a bad thing, you know." He said, Sam scoffs at such a ridiculous idea. "I let Dean and (y/n) live, didn't I? I want them to live. I'll bring your folks back, too. I'll even bring back (y/n)'s folks for her. I want you to be happy, Sam." Lucifer said. "I don't want anything from you." Sam growled and Lucifer raises an eyebrow. "Really? Not even a little payback?" He asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked. "Look closely. None of these little devils look familiar to you?" Lucifer asked as he gestures to the demons behind him then back at the mirror. "That's Mr. Bensman...One of my grade-school teachers." Sam said, looking at a bald man in a suit. Lucifer turns to look at the demons again. "And that's your friend Doug from that time in East Lansing. And Rachel...your prom date." He said, glancing back at the mirror, and Sam looks at the demons, horrified.

Lucifer looks back at the mirror, spreading his arms. "Sam Winchester, this is your life. Azazel's gang...watching you since you were a rugrat, jerking you around like a dog on a leash. I know how you feel about them. Me too. And you wanna know something? (Y/n) was supposed to die that night Jake stabbed her. But we didn't take in consideration of how much your brother cared for her." Lucifer said and Sam shakes in anger. "So, what do you say you and I blow off a little steam?" He asked as Sam glares at the demons behind him.

In the streets, a news report is playing on televisions in a store window. "Reports are flooding in – a 7.6 earthquake in Portland, 8.1 in Boston, more in Hong Kong, Berlin, and Tehran. The U.S.G.S. has no explanation but says to expect a six-figure death toll." the reporter said.

"It's starting." Castiel said as he, Dean, Bobby and (y/n) watch the news. "Yeah, you think, genius?" Dean said to him, harshly. "You don't have to be mean." Castiel mumbles. "So what do we do now?" Dean asked as he paces and (y/n) had her arms folded across her chest.

"I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol...Just wait for the inevitable blast wave." Castiel suggested. "Yeah, swell. Thank you, Bukowski. I-I mean, how do we stop it?" Dean asked. "We don't. Lucifer will meet Michael on the chosen field, and the battle of Armageddon begins." Cas said. "Okay, well, where's this chosen field?" Dean asked him. "I don't know." Cas said, shrugging, and (y/n) closes her eyes in realization. "Well, there's got to be something that we can do." Dean yells.

"There is." (Y/n) said and the men all look over at her, her back was facing them. "What are you talking about?" Bobby asked and (y/n) sighs and looks over her shoulder at them then Dean's eyes widen, realizing what she was gonna say.

"No, no, no." Dean said, shaking his head. "Dean...it's our last hope." (Y/n) said as she turns to face him. "No! I'm not letting you do this!" Dean yells. "What the hell you two going on about?" Bobby asked. "Ariel." (Y/n) said and Bobby gets a look of understanding. "Balls." He grumbles and (y/n) turns to Cas. "Cas, can you call her?" She asked and Cas nods as he pulls out his phone.

"There's no way in hell..." Dean growls but (y/n) shakes her head. "Dean..." she pleads. "NO, DAMN IT! I'M NOT LOSING YOU TOO!" Dean yells. "You're not gonna lose me, Dean." (Y/n) said but he shakes his head. "(Y/n), please.." Dean pleads and (y/n) walks up to him and takes his hands in hers.

"Do you trust me?" She asked and he looks at her. "What?" He said, confused. "Do you trust me?" She asked again and Dean stares into her (e/c) eyes then nods. "Yes, I do." He said, firmly. "Then you'd know that I can handle this. Lucifer's got Sam, Michael's got Adam and they are about to have a showdown somewhere and the only way to stop this is to say yes to Ariel." She said and tears build up in Dean's eyes.

"I just got you back...." he whispers. "And I intend to come back in one piece." She said and Dean stares at her, clenching his jaw, as tears run down his cheek. The two stare at each other for a few moments before he speaks. "You better. My world would be awful empty without you." He said and (y/n) smiles before Dean leans down and kisses her, lovingly.

They hear the sounds of wings and they break the kiss to see Ariel there. "Ariel..." (y/n) said and the archangel gives a sympathetic look to her. "(Y/n), I am so sorry but..." Ariel said, a bit desperate. "I know..." (y/n) said then she looks over at Dean. They share one last look before (y/n) speaks up. "I love you." She said to him. "I know." He said and she smirks at him, getting the reference.

She looks back at Ariel and takes in a deep breath and let it out, slowly. "Yes." She said and Ariel gives her an I'm sorry look then a bright white engulfs Ariel and (y/n). Dean fidgets a bit as he watches this then the white light disappears and only (y/n) stood there until she stumbles back and Bobby, Cas and Dean run over to her, catching her before she fell.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean said. "Easy there." Bobby said as they stand her up. She stands up straight and she opens her eyes which glows bright blue. "Ariel." Castiel mutters and she looks over at him as her eyes go back to (y/n)'s normal eye color.

She nods then looks over at Dean, who still looked upset. "You better bring her back alive." He growls and Ariel gives him a sympathetic look. "I will." She said, her voice was still (y/n) but it was not in the way she spoke. It was a bit softer, a more innocence to it similar how Ariel spoke.

Ariel then walks up to Dean and places a comforting hand on his cheek and, even though it was still (y/n)'s hand, Dean noticed it wasn't even close to (y/n)'s touch. The way Ariel touched his cheek was almost like a mother to a child. "I'm so sorry that Heaven, my family, took so much from you, Dean." She said, sympathetically, then she has a determined look on her face. "But I promise I will make it right." She said, determined, as she removes her hand from his face and Dean nods.

Back at the theater, Lucifer was sitting on steps, his hands and clothes all bloody. All the demons laid dead on the floor, brutally killed. Lucifer smiles and turns to a mirror, Sam stares back horrified by what he has done. Lucifer exhales sharply. "So...are we having fun yet?"

In between jobs, Sam, Dean, and (y/n) would sometimes get a day...sometimes a week, if they were lucky. They'd pass the time lining their pockets. Sam used to insist on honest work, but now he hustles pool, like his brother and (y/n). They could go anywhere and do anything. They drove 1,000 miles for an Ozzy show, two days for a Jayhawks game, go to the beach in Key West, and an event show about motorcycles for (y/n)'s birthday.

And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars...for hours...without saying a word. It never occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls...but they were never, in fact, homeless.

Chuck leans back in his chair, staring at his computer screen and smiles. "That's a good line." He remarked. A phone then rings and Chuck answers it. "Mistress Magda?" He said, grinning. "Um, no, Chuck." Dean said. "Oh, uh, Dean. Uh, wow. I, uh, I didn't know that you'd call." Chuck said, embarrassed.

Dean was in the Impala, parked in a city alleyway, and Ariel paces as she listens. "Who's Mistress Magda?" Dean asked and Ariel turns her head to Dean, looking confused. "Nothing. She's a, uh, a...just a, uh...a close friend." Chuck said, sheepishly. "Yeah, I'll bet...real close. Whatever happened to Becky?" Dean asked. "Didn't work out. I had too much respect for her." Chuck replied.

"Boy, you really got a whole virgin/hooker thing going on, don't you?" Dean asked and Ariel gives him a look. "Dean." She said, disapproving. "Okay, this can't be why you called." Chuck said, feeling insulted.

"Sam said yes." Dean said. "I know. I saw it. And I saw (y/n) said yes to Ariel too. I'm just working on the pages." Chuck said. "Did you see where the title fight goes down?" Dean asked. "The angels are keeping it top secret – very hush-hush." Chuck replied.

"Aw, crap." Dean growled. "He didn't see it?" Ariel asked, worried. "But I saw it anyway. Perks of being a prophet. It's tomorrow, high noon...place called Stull Cemetery." Chuck said. "Stull Ceme...Wait. I know that. That's...that's an old boneyard outside of Lawrence. Why Lawrence?" Dean asked and Ariel perks up at this. "I don't know. It all has to end where it started, I guess." Chuck said.

"All right, Chuck. You know of any way to short-circuit this thing?" Dean asked. "Besides the rings? No. I'm sorry." Chuck replied. "Well, do you have any idea what's gonna happen next?" Dean asked. "I wish that I did. But I-I just...I honestly don't know yet." Chuck said. "All right. Thanks, Chuck." Dean said before hanging up and turning to Ariel.

"So Lawrence is where they're gonna be?" Ariel asked. "Chuck believes so." Dean said and Ariel nods. "Well, then, I guess that's where I'm going." She said. “Alright, let’s go.” Dean said. “No. You’re not coming.” Ariel said, sternly. “What?” Dean asked, angrily. “This is between me and my brothers.” Ariel said, simply.

“Your brothers are using my brothers as meatsuits! And you’re about to go fight them inside my fiancé’s body. That sure as hell makes me a part of this.” Dean argued. “If you go, they’ll kill you. I can’t have that on my conscience.” Ariel said. “You can’t keep me out of this!” Dean growled.

Ariel looks at Dean and suddenly appears in front of him, reaching her hand out and hovering her fingertips in front of his forehead. Dean stares at archangel in front of him, worried that if he makes any sort of movement she’ll use her powers on him.

Ariel stares into Dean’s eyes with a stern glare. “I can if I must.” She said, almost as if she was challenging him to make a move. Dean remain still and Ariel pulls her hand away, her serious expression softening. “Please, leave this to me, Dean.” She pleaded. Before Dean could say anything, Ariel disappears.

Later, Dean closes the trunk of the Impala as Bobby and Castiel walk up to him. "You goin' someplace? You're goin' to do somethin' stupid. You got that look." Bobby said to Dean. "I'm gonna go talk to Sam." Dean replied. "You just don't give up." Bobby said. "It's Sam!" Dean exclaimed. "If you couldn't reach him here, you're certainly not gonna be able to on the battlefield." Castiel said.

"Well, if we've already lost, I guess I got nothing to lose, right?" Dean asked. "I just want you to understand...the only thing that you're gonna see out there is Michael killing your brother and, if she fails, your girlfriend." Castiel said. "Fiancé’." Dean corrects and Bobby and Castiel give shocked looks to him then Dean sighs. "Well, then I'm not gonna let them die alone." Dean said as he walks to the car, gets into the Impala and starts the engine.

The next day, Lucifer stands in the cemetery and looks around, as if he was waiting for somebody. Then there was the sound of wings and Michael, in Adam's body, appears. "It's good to see you, Michael." Lucifer said. "You too. It's been too long." Michael said and Lucifer nods.

"Can you believe it's finally here?" Michael asked him. "No. Not really." Lucifer said. "Are you ready?" Michael asked. "As I'll ever be. A part of me wishes we didn't have to do this." said Lucifer. "Yeah. Me too." said Michael.

"Then why are we?" Lucifer asked. "Oh, you know why! I have no choice, after what you did." Michael yelled. "What I did? What if it's not my fault?" Lucifer asked. "What is that supposed to mean?" Michael asked, suspiciously. "Think about it. Dad made everything. Which means he made me who I am! God wanted the Devil." Lucifer said.

"So?" Michael said, shrugging. "So why? And why make us fight? I just can't figure out the point." Lucifer said. "What's your point?" Michael asked. "We're going to kill each other. And for what? One of Dad's tests. And we don't even know the answer. We're brothers. Let's just walk off the chessboard." Lucifer said. "I'm sorry. I-I can't do that. I'm a good son, and I have my orders." Michael said, shaking his head. "But you don't have to follow them." Lucifer points out.

"What, you think I'm gonna rebel? Now? I'm not like you." Michael sneers. "Please, Michael --" Lucifer pleads. "You know, you haven't changed a bit, little brother. Always blaming everybody but yourself. We were together. We were happy. But you betrayed me – all of us – and you made our father leave." Michael growled. "No one makes Dad do anything. He is doing this to us." said Lucifer.

"You're a monster, Lucifer. And I have to kill you." Michael spat and Lucifer glares at his brother. "If that's the way it's got to be...Then I'd like to see you try." Lucifer said, in a low tone, but then they hear another set of wings.

"Brothers, stop!" A female voice commanded and they turn to see Ariel walking up to them. "Ariel?" Michael said, questioning, as Lucifer glares at her. "Why am I not surprised that your vessel is Dean Winchester’s whore." Lucifer said and Ariel glares at him.

"Don't talk about her that way. She's my friend." Ariel growls. "Ariel...back off. I've told you what would happen if I see you again." Michael asked her and she turns to him. “Yeah, well, I'm stubborn. Guess I learned it from you two. Now, c'mon, you two know what will happen if you go through with this.” She replied and Lucifer scoffs. “I tried to tell him but he won’t listen.” He said, gesturing to the oldest archangel.

"Ariel, you know we have to do this." Michael said. “I know, I miss him too. But doing this won’t bring him back. He’s given up on us.” Ariel said. “No, he hasn’t! He left because of him!” Micheal yelled, pointing towards Lucifer.

“No, he left because he just sees us as disappointments.” Ariel argued. “You shut your mouth!“ Micheal shouted. “No matter how hard we try, we will never be good enough for him.” Ariel said and Micheal jerked his head away, brooding.

Lucifer watches them both, curious and a little hopeful that she is getting through to Michael. “And that’s alright, we don’t need him. We can forge our own paths. Just like the humans.” Ariel said and Lucifer let's out a disappointment sigh.

“You had me until humans. We’re nothing like them! They are broken and flawed.” Lucifer declared. “So are we! You’re about to destroy this beautiful planet just because Dad left to get milk and never came back?” Ariel said and Lucifer glared at her, while Michael watches them.

“At least the humans can think for themselves.” Ariel sneered. “Now you sound like Gabriel.” Lucifer mocked. “And that’s a bad thing? He and I have been around humans, we’ve seen how truly wonderful they are. If you would allow yourselves see that then…” Ariel started to plead.

“Then what?” Lucifer asked, interrupting her. “Is it gonna undo the centuries of loneliness I’ve spent in the cage? I’ll never bow down to these hairless apes. Not when they continue to lie, cheat, kill, and destroy and blame it all on me! They can’t even admit when they’re the ones in the wrong.” he yells.

Ariel scoffs. “I could say the same about you.” She sneered. “Enough, Ariel! You made your plead.” said Michael. “But…” Ariel tried to argued. “It’s time for you to step aside.” Michael said, looking over at Lucifer.

Ariel sighs, frustrated with her brothers. “I won’t let you either of do this. If I have to…I’ll kill you both.” Ariel said and Lucifer laughs at this. “You kill us?” He asked. “I’m done holding back.” Ariel replied, cracking her knuckles. Then three siblings stand tall, almost like a western showdown; all of them staring, wondering who is gonna make the first move, until they hear an engine running.

They all turn and see the Impala driving up to them. "Dean..." Ariel mutters, in a soft worried voice, as Dean puts a tape into the tape deck and turns up the volume. "Rock of Ages" by Def Leppard plays as he drives up to the angels. "Howdy, boys." Dean greets as the angels stare at him. "Sorry. Am I interrupting something?" Dean asked as Michael and Lucifer glares at him while Ariel gives him a worried, concerned expression.

"Hey. We need to talk." Dean said as he shuts the engine off of his car and walks out towards them. "Dean. Even for you, this is a whole new mountain of stupid." Lucifer said. "I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Sam." Dean said to Lucifer. "Dean, you're gonna get yourself killed. Please." She pleads and Dean turns to her. "Look, Ariel, I know you mean well but I gotta do this." He said and Ariel frowns.

"You're no longer the vessel, Dean. You got no right to be here." Michael growled and Dean turns to him. "Adam, if you're in there somewhere, I am so sorry." Dean said. "Adam isn't home right now." Michael said. "Well, then you're next on my list, buttercup. But right now, I need five minutes with him." Dean said, pointing at Lucifer, and Michael glares at him. "You little maggot. You are no longer a part of this story!" Michael yelled as he starts to walk closer to Dean and Ariel goes to stand in front of Dean, protectively. "Take one more step..." Ariel growls, threateningly, at her brother until they hear a voice.

"Hey, ass-butt!" A voice shouts and everyone turns to see Castiel and Bobby nearby. Castiel is holding a bottle from which a flame is burning – a Molotov cocktail. He throws the bottle at Michael who screams as he goes up in flames, Dean recoils back while Lucifer raises an arm to block the light and Ariel shuts her eyes.

Michael disappears and Dean looks over at Castiel, questioning. "Ass-butt?" He asked. "He'll be back – and upset – but you got your five minutes." Castiel said. "Castiel. Did you just Molotov my brother with holy fire?" Lucifer asked him, in a low tone. "Uh...no." Castiel said, a bit nervously. "No one dicks with Michael but me." Lucifer growls then he snaps his fingers.

Castiel then explodes in a rain of blood and chunks of meat. "Cas!" Ariel screams while Dean and Bobby look on, horrified, then Dean turns to Lucifer. "Sammy, can you hear me?" Dean asked as Lucifer turns to him. "You know...I tried to be nice...for Sammy's sake. But you...are such a pain...in my ass." Lucifer growls then he throws Dean onto the windshield of the Impala.

At that moment, Ariel raises her arm and thrust it forward, making Lucifer go flying off to the side and lands on his back. He gets up, quickly, but Bobby shoots him in the back. Lucifer turns and Bobby shoots him again in the front.

Ariel flicks her wrist just as Lucifer makes a twisting hand motion and Bobby's neck snaps. "Nooo!" Dean screams while two vine-like ropes come up from the ground and grab Lucifer by his wrists. Ariel goes to stand in front of him as the vines hold Lucifer back.

"Sam, I know you're in there. You need to keep fighting, honey." She pleads as Lucifer glares at her as he struggles against his restraints. "You're really starting to test me, sister." Lucifer growls and Ariel quirks up a smirk. "That's what little sister are for, right?" She quips and she noticed he was fighting really hard against the vines and she flicks her other wrist and two more large vine-like rope pop up out of the ground and grab him by his ankles.

"You think you're little twigs are gonna stop me?" He asked her. "Long enough for me to get to Sam." She said then she goes to address Sam again. "Sam...you're stronger than this. You can do it. I believe in you." Ariel said as Lucifer fights hard with the restraints and the feeling of Sam fighting back in his mind.

"Fight him now, Sam!" She yells then Lucifer let's out a scream and breaks the vines. Ariel, taken a back by this, stumbles back as Lucifer charges at her and the two begin to fight.

All Dean could do was watch, in shock, as Lucifer and Ariel threw punches and kicks at each other until Lucifer had the upper hand. He slams her down on the ground and said. "Sorry, sister. But you are getting in the way." And Lucifer snaps his fingers and, like Castiel, she explodes in a rain of blood and chunks.

"N-o-o-o-o!" Dean cries out, horrified, and Lucifer turns to Dean. "Yes." He growls and he grabs Dean's legs and pulls him off the hood of the Impala. He punches Dean hard, making him fall back against the Impala, spitting blood. He held out his hand, catching the blood bleeding out of his mouth.

Dean turns to face Lucifer, using the car for support. "Sammy? Are you in there?" He asked. "Oh, he's in here, all right." Lucifer replied, punching him again. "And he's gonna feel the snap of your bones." He said, throwing another punch.

Dean falls to the ground. "Every single one." Lucifer said, hauling Dean up to his feet and pins him to the backseat door. "We're gonna take our time." He said, punching Dean a further ten times causing Dean's face to be very swollen and bleeding.

He puts out a hand to Lucifer's jacket. "Sam, it's okay. It's okay." Dean said, painfully. Lucifer pauses and stares down at Dean, confused. "I'm here. I'm here. I'm not gonna leave you." Dean said, causing Lucifer's face to harden in anger, punching him twice more. "I'm not gonna leave you." Dean said in a strained voice, more blood bleeding out of his mouth.

Lucifer hauls back up a bit, preparing him for another beating, when sunlight glints off the roof of the Impala, catching his eye. In the window Dean is pinned to, Lucifer's reflection was Sam, staring at something in shock.

Through the window Lucifer can see the little green army man stuck in the ashtray. As Lucifer stares at the little army man, Sam remember all the wonderful memories he has of Dean and (y/n).

Young Sam stuffing the army man in the Impala's ashtray. Young Dean puts Legos in the Impala's vent. Young (y/n) stuffing chewed up gum under the seats. Young Sam, Dean and (y/n) carving their initials in the Impala.

Sam gifting the cross necklace to (y/n) on her 13th birthday.

Sam going through Dean's cassette collection while Dean fills the Impala's tank. Sam holding up the tape labeled 'MOTORHEAD' to show Dean in the driver's seat. Dean takes the tape from him to put in the tape deck.

(Y/n) meeting them at the bridge in Jericho and saying, sarcastically, how much she misses them.

The trio leaning on the Impala as Sam tells Dean he's driving.

Sam waking up with with a plastic spoon in his mouth, (y/n) being woken up by the loud music from the backseat. He yanks the spoon out and Dean laughs and does a drum solo on the Impala's steering wheel.

Sam sleeping in the passenger seat until (y/n) wakes him up.

Dean sitting in the passenger seat with sunglasses on. Sam and (y/n) laughing after (y/n) honks the horn to startled him awake.

(y/n) picking Sam up from the Roadhouse on her bike and they take off and Sam enjoys the wind blowing in his face as they ride on.

Dean telling Sam and (y/n) they're screwed after the dealing with the shifter at the bank.

Sam, Dean, and (y/n) in the Impala, singing along to Bon Jovi's Wanted Dead or Alive.

The Impala bouncing along a dark road, as Dean drives like a happy mad man after he and (y/n) slept together for the first time.

Sam giving Dean a thermos of coffee, while they stake out Santa. Dean discovering it's empty and setting it aside, disappointed.

The trio sitting in the car after Sam scratched the lottery tickets and won $1,200.

The trio dressed as security-company employees as Dean teases Sam about school drama productions.

Dean motions that he can't hear Sam because the music is too loud.

Dean lying across the front seat of the Impala, drumming to 'Eye of the Tiger while (y/n) leans against the car, shaking her head.

Lucifer was engrossed by all the memories, still poised to throw a punch as Sam is reminded of the love he has for his brother and his best friend.

(y/n) hugging Sam as he glares over at his brother after Dean made his crossroad deal to bring (y/n) back.

Dean telling Sam about carrying him outside during the nursery fire, while getting gas in Lawrence.

Dean jumping at latino pop-dance music blasting from the speakers. When he tries to turn it off, the wipers turn on, making him rear back.

The boys getting glitter bombed from the air conditioning vents of the car and (y/n) climbing in the back seat, laughing and holding the empty glitter container.

(y/n) and Sam decorating one of her safehouses for Christmas and cooking food and making eggnog.

Dean giving Sam the keys to the Impala, showing that he trusts him again.

Finally the memories end with Dean hugging Sam after coming back from Hell. And Sam apologizing to (y/n) for what he said about it being her fault that Dean died and she forgives him and hugs him.

Lucifer stares, his fist unclenches and just like that, he was Sam again. Gasping and breathing heavily, he let's go of Dean, who falls to the ground against the Impala.

Sam breathes quickly as he realizes he's in control of his own body again. He looks down at Dean, who stares back up at him. "It's okay, Dean. It's gonna be okay. I've got him." Sam reassured him.

Then Sam took out the Horsemen's rings and tosses them on the ground. "Bvtmon tabges babalon." he said and the ground caves in around the rings and air is sucked into the hole. Sam and Dean look at each other as the hole widens.

Sam turns back to the hole and gets ready to jump in. "Sam!" A voice called out. Sam and Dean turn their heads to see Michael has returned. "It's not gonna end this way! Step back!" He ordered.

"You're gonna have to make me!" Sam yelled, furious. "I have to fight my brother, Sam! Here and now! It's my destiny!" Michael said. Sam glares at the archangel then glances over to Dean for a moment.

Sam closes his eyes and spreads his arms and begins to fall backwards. Michael lunges forward and grabs Sam's jacket. Sam grabs a hold of Michael's arm and they fall into the hole together.

After few moments the hole closes in a blinding flash of light. The Horsemen's rings burn bright in the grass on the ground where the hole was. Dean closes his eyes as he leans back against the Impala. Dean kneels on the ground near the Impala, the horsemen rings in his hand, staring at it with a lifeless expression.

Castiel and Ariel, still in (y/n)'s body, appears next to him and Dean slowly looks up at the two. "Cas, Ariel, you're alive?" He asked and Ariel smiles down at him before she goes over to Bobby. "I'm better than that." Castiel replied. He touches Dean on the forehead and heal his wounds.

"Cas, are you God?" Dean asked, as he stands up, and Castiel smiles a little. "That's a nice compliment. But no. Although, I do believe he brought me and Ariel back. New and improved." He said as Ariel resurrects Bobby, who gasps and sits up. Dean looks down at the Horsemen's rings in his hands and grips them, tightly.

Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass.

That night, Dean, Castiel, and Ariel were in the Impala. The men sat in the front seat, while Ariel was in the back.

"What are you two gonna do now?" Dean asked the angels. "Return to Heaven, I suppose." Castiel replied. "Heaven?" Dean asked, surprised. "With Michael in the Cage, we're sure it's total anarchy up there." Ariel said. "So, what, you're the new sheriff in town?" Dean asked her. "I like that. Yeah. I suppose I am." Ariel said. "Which would make Cas my Deputy." She said, smirking a bit before it disappears.

"Wow. God gives you a brand-new, shiny set of wings, and suddenly you two are his bitches again." Dean said. "We don't know what God wants. We're not even sure if he'll even return. It just...seems like the right thing to do." Castiel explained while Ariel stares at Dean. "Well, if you do see him, you tell him I'm coming for him next." Dean growled and Ariel turns to Castiel.

"Cas, can Dean and I talk alone?" She asked and Castiel turns to her and she nods. Next thing, Cas was gone from the front passenger seat and Ariel occupies it. "Dean..." Ariel said while Dean glares at the road. "Look, I know you're angry..." She said. "That's an understatement." Dean muttered.

"But my Father helped. Maybe even more than we realize." Ariel said. "That's easy for you to say. He brought you and Cas back. But what about Sam? What about (y/n)? What about me? What about us, huh? Where's our grand prize? All we got is my brother in a hole!" Dean growled, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "And I got two brothers in the hole as well." Ariel said, firmly, and Dean glances over at her before he looks back at the road.

"You're angry and you're hurting, I get it. Michael, Lucifer and Gabriel....they weren't perfect but they were my big brothers. I always looked up to them. Before Lucifer turned his back on Dad, everything was good...we were happy believe it or not. But then after Lucifer was put into the cage, everything was different. Felt like nobody could be trusted no more. And now Gabriel is dead, Michael and Lucifer are in the cage...Raphael is the only brother I have left but I'm sure he's angry that I interfered and probably won't speak to me." Ariel said as Dean listens but he continues to stay silent.

“Look, I know you’re upset, but this what you, Sam, and (y/n) fought for. No paradise. No hell. Just more of the same. Are you saying you would rather have peace over freedom now?” Ariel asked and Dean doesn’t respond. “Try to take comfort in the fact that you three saved billions of innocent lives. Doesn’t that make the sacrifice worth it?” She asked and Dean continues to stay quiet and ignores her question.

"Am I gonna get (y/n) back? If my prize is to face this world, I don't want to do it alone." Dean said and Ariel gives him a sympathetic look. "I have some things to take care of first and then I'll bring her back." Ariel said and Dean glares at her. "How much longer?" He growls, angrily, but Ariel doesn't respond. "You know what? Whatever you got to do, you got a couple of hours to finish it. (Y/n) has a safe house about that far out, so once I get there, she better be there." Dean said, threateningly, and Ariel stares at him then nods before she disappears. "You and Cas suck at saying goodbye." Dean grumbles as he looks back at the road, leaving Dean alone in the Impala with his thoughts for the first time in a long time.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I gasp and, quickly, sit up only to find myself in an old bedroom. I turn to sit on the edge of the bed and place my head against my hands as flashes of what happened comes to my mind. Then I hear the sounds of wings and look up to see Ariel, in her old vessel's body, standing by the doorway of the room.

"Ariel!" I said as I stand up. "D-Did we..?" I asked and she nods. "Lucifer and Michael are both in the cage." Ariel said and my heart drops. "So that means, Sam and Adam are...gone?" I asked and she gives me a sympathetic look before she nods.

I choke out a sob, sit back down on the bed and place my hands over my face. I feel her hand on my shoulder and I look up at her, my eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry, (y/n)." Ariel said, apologetically, and I give a small nod then I look around.

"Where's Dean?" I asked her. "He should be here soon. He basically threatened me to bring you back here." Ariel said and I scoff out a laugh. "Sounds like him." I said.

"I wanted to say thank you for trusting me, (y/n), and helping with stopping Michael and Lucifer." Ariel said and I nod a bit. "You're welcome. I just wish Sam was here." I said and Ariel frowns at this. "So what are you and Cas gonna do?" I asked, changing the subject. "Well, as we told Dean, with Michael gone, we're gonna try and take control of the angels and be, as Dean said, Sheriffs' of the town." Ariel said.

I huffed out a laugh. "Sounds like a great premise of a TV show." I joked and she chuckles. She turns to me and gives me a motherly smile then said. "I better get going." She said and I stand up. "Will I ever see you or Cas again?" I asked her and she looks off to the side, thinking. "I hope so but if not, I will always be watching over you and Dean." Ariel said

Then she walks up to me and hugs me, I hug her back. "You've been a very good and dear friend to me, (y/n). I'll never forget you." She said and I smile. "Likewise." I said and we break the embrace and at that moment I hear the sounds of a familiar car engine. "You better go." Ariel said as the engine sounds stop and the sound of a car door opening and closing could be heard.

I go to the bedroom door and open it then I look behind me to see Ariel was gone. I frown a bit at this just as the front door opens. "(Y/n)?" I hear Dean calling out to me and I look ahead of me and give a small smile.

"Dean!" I called out as I run out of the room and towards the stairs. I make my way down the steps to see Dean at the bottom of the staircase and I jump off of the last step and leap into Dean's arms, who catches me and holds me tightly. Then he kisses my face, aggressively, while I let out a sob I didn't know was holding in.

I move my head to look at him then he goes to kiss me and I kiss him back. We break the kiss and lean our foreheads against each other. "For a moment I was scared I lost you." He whispered to me and I give a small smile. "I told you, you wouldn't." I said, chuckling, and he scoffs but gives me another kiss.

The next day, we go by Bobby's house and Bobby comes and hugs me. "So glad you're okay, (y/n)." He said as I hug him back. "Me too." I said as we pulls out of our hug then Bobby and Dean hug. Then after they break the hug, Bobby hands Dean a small box and Dean looks up at him, confused.

"Figured you two would need this." Bobby said and Dean opens it and I come up next to him and see that it was a diamond ring. "It was my wife's..." Bobby said as mine and Dean's dropped and we look up at him. "Bobby..." I said, softly. "We can't take this..." Dean said but Bobby shakes his head. "Nah, keep it. Consider it a gift from me." Bobby said and Dean and I share a look before Dean takes the ring out of the box.

"You sure, Bobby?" He asked him. "Yeah, I'm sure." Bobby said and Dean turns to me then takes my left hand and slides the ring on my ring finger.

This is the last Dean, (y/n) and Bobby will see of each other for a very long time. And, for the record, at this point next week, Bobby will be hunting a Rugaru outside of Dayton. But not Dean and (y/n). Dean didn't want Cas or Ariel to save him. Every part of him, every fiber he's got, wants to find a way to bring Sam back. But he isn't gonna do it. And neither is (y/n). Because they made a promise.

So, what's it all add up to? It's hard to say. But me, I'd say this was a test...for Sam, Dean and (y/n). And I think they did all right. Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well...isn't that kinda the whole point?

Weeks had gone by and we were able to fix up the safe house and make it more of a home. We had sold the other safehouses after I cleaned it up and made them more like a home and used the money to help fix up our home. We smiled at our accomplishment and I pick up a bag from the floor and I noticed something shining inside.

Curious, I dig into the bag and grabbed the item. I pull it out of the bag and opened my hand to see that it was the amulet Dean used to wear but tossed it aside after Cas said it was useless on finding God. I frown at this as I run my thumb over the pendant as it reminded me of Sam a bit cause I remember Sam telling me how he gave Dean this amulet for Christmas.

"Whatcha got there?" Dean asked me, breaking me out of my thoughts. I jump, slightly, at this then turn to him and hold up the amulet. His smile disappears as his eyes widen in shock. "I threw that away...how did you..?" He asked and I sighed. "I picked it up, obviously." I chuckled as I walk up to him, jiggling the amulet.

"Why?" Dean asked and I look up at him. "Cas and Ariel said it was useless cause it didn't help them find God but, to me, it's not." I said as I stand in front of him. "It was always a part of you." I said and I hold the amulet up and he stands there looking at it then at me.

"May I?" I asked him and he nods and I go to put the amulet on around his neck. He looks down at it and I smile. "Perfect." I said and I look up at him. "Now, he's always with us." I said and Dean furrows his brow but then realized that I was referring to Sam.

He looks away for a moment and I frown then I place my hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes and I turn his head to face me then he opens his eyes to me. "I know. I miss him too." I said and Dean nods, a tear drop rolls down his face, and I lean up and kiss him, gently, on the lips.

Once we break the kiss, we embraced each other and I lean my head against his chest and I start to think over everything we've been through. I always thought that I would die during a job by either a monster or a demon. But never in my life would I have thought that I would get to settle down, have a home and marry the man I love.

Now that I have this chance at the apple pie life, I’m not gonna let it go. I’ll fight tooth and nail to keep it. This curse over mine and Dean’s family line, ends with us.

Sam sacrifice himself to give us this life and we’re going to cherish every second of it.

No doubt – endings are hard.

But then again...

nothing ever really ends, does it?

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Preview: Nice Girls Finish Last. (Swan Song S05E22)

Episode Summary: The showdown between good and evil is at hand. With the apocalypse looming, the reader, now a demon, abandons the Winchesters to work at Lucifer’s side to help further his plans along. Sam and Dean realize they are out of options to save her and the fate of humanity. They are forced to make heart-breaking decisions that will change their lives forever. Warnings: Demon!Reader, mentions of violence, blasphemy. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Very minor Lucifer x Reader) Word Count: 3,574.

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[Excerpt taken from: “Swan Song” By Carver Edlund.]

On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville—a blue two-door Caprice.

There was a big ceremony, speeches. The lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car—no, the most important object—in pretty much the whole universe.

She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends, he'd drive around giving Bibles to the poor 'gettin' folks right for Judgment Day.' That's what he said. Sam and Dean don't know any of this, but if they did, I bet they'd smile. Y/N, well, she might find the man's favorite pastime of spreading the word of God a bit wasteful. As he was in need of one himself real soon after he gotten himself comfortable with the bottle. But, when nobody was looking, she would crack a smile herself.

After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors, a used-car lot in Lawrence, where a young marine bought her on impulse. That is, after a little advice from a couple of friends. I guess that's where this story begins.

And here where it ends.

This story ends with three people nobody really knew who would be so important to this world—Team Free Will. It was a cheesy name they called themselves over a round of some cheap beer. Dean, a high school dropout with six bucks to his name. Sam, the ex-blood junkie. Cas, who couldn’t participate in the sullen loss, but he was given the nickname of Mr. Comatose. (When told the name he was given by Y/N, the angel was all but baffled.) And Y/N, Rosemary’s Baby...all grown up. These people were the reason why this world wasn’t going to end in misery. But they didn’t do it alone. They had help of some unlikely friends they gained along the way.

Some are still here to see this journey through whatever end waits for them, others have had their time cut too early. Death is a scary ending for anyone. But it’s nothing new for the Winchester brothers and their best friend. They have been to Heaven and Hell, saw death as a lesson from a rouged archangel who posed as a trickster since the beginning of time. Y/N even split a pizza with Death himself not too long ago. The three of them still remain. Two brothers and their best friend, lost in separate parts of the world...not quite sure how they ended up here. But there was no plans of stopping here.

The Winchester brothers have always had a close family bond. Dean practically raised his little brother as his own with a father that was absent most of the time, not there to answer a six year old’s question about why they moved around so much. Mostly it was about why they didn’t have a mother. Or why they changed schools so much. Dean did the best that he could. Sure, he was tough on the guy. He was upset when he left for Stanford, fell down a path that wasn't right for him. But it was all out of love. And even when there was a moment of time where he wanted to give up on it all, there was someone holding the Winchesters brothers together. Someone who would die for them, instill a positive speech when Dean wasn’t quite feeling up to it himself. And place a slap across the cheek, if necessary.

According to John Winchester, Y/N was a spitting image of her mother—not just in looks, but with a personality to match. She cared too much for people she didn’t know and got herself lost in a world that once scared her after realizing the things in the bump in the night were real. Once she took it as a compliment, but after getting to know the real Ella Y/L/N, she slowly started to despise her. However, it never lasted for too long. Parents like John and Ella were doing the best they could considering what they knew...what they brought upon them.

+ + +

Sam Winchester sat on the hood of the Impala and observed the scenery that brought him peace and quiet for the past half an hour. The scrapyard that Bobby called a business was a sore eye from all the crushed cars and dirt roads that lead to nowhere, but it was better than staring at some dusty book, wondering if there was any other way to stop this. He was pretty sure not too long ago there was a way to make sure that at least a few people were able to have a happy ever after. Now...he wasn't so sure anymore. About anything.

The person who should be sitting here right next to him, telling him that everything was going to be okay while enjoying a cold beer was gone. Where was she? Somewhere lost in her own skin, that’s all he really knew. Some might say she finally given up and decided to let it take control. Whatever sort of tricks that Lucifer put on her was the straw that broke the camel’s back. But Sam had faith. He had to. Y/N did it for all those years. From sending him off to college and trying to make sense of his psychic abilities. All the way down to the last second of him freeing the Devil himself from the cage. She never once looked at him differently. She always offered a landing hand to pull him back to safety. It’d be selfish of him not to return the favor one more time.

The young man might have been on board with jumping into the pit and giving himself up for a life of misery, his brother had still been on the fence about the whole thing. Perhaps it was the gorey details of drinking blood from Y/N that made him a bit squeamish. But he would come around to it eventually. And he did. Dean joined his little brother for a beer from the little green cooler and finally forced himself to discuss the matter. Dean realized his little brother wasn’t so little anymore. While he didn’t agree with it, he knew it was the right thing to do. The both of them knew the fate of the world depended on this. And most importantly, if there was any reason to let Sam say yes to the Devil, it was for the sake of getting Y/N back. Safe and sound.

The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Saying yes to the Devil was exactly the same, as it required some gut wrenching elements Sam needed to take if he wanted to be strong enough just be considered a vessel. It was the unfavorable demon blood that once tore apart a family. And make it a double. The brothers were no strangers to killing a demon or two in their time, or even the more gruesome side of hunting. Beheading vamps and burning hundred year old corpses is not for the faint of heart. But if they wanted to get their hands on some grade a pure demon blood, they needed to lower their moral standards and risk a few lives.

Did you know the average human body contains one and a half gallons of blood? That's how much the brothers and Cas managed to get after they found a couple of low-ranking demons, tied them up by their feet like some cattle and slit their throats clean. It was enough to fill up four gallons and stuff it into the trunk for later use. Sam stood in the basement cleaning the knife with a blank expression. While Dean was no stranger to a gory sight, he found himself feeling little green in the face as he followed Cas and his brother out to broad daylight again to fill the blood in the trunk. The man reached a finger to his cheek when felt something tickling his skin. It took only a second before he realized it was a spec of demon blood.

Dean, however, averted his attention over to the older hunter who sat working diligently outside of his van as he shuffled through newspaper and important looking documents. For a second Dean thought that he saw Y/N standing right at the man's side working silently next to him, avoiding what had just unfolded at all cost. It wasn't that she would be squeamish at the sight of blood. It was the truth she couldn't handle. And seeing Sam drink a nurse clean of her blood was enough to burn a permanent visual inside her mind. She would still be looking for a way out until the bitter end. Dean blinked, watching as her body disappeared from his sight, making him feel a bit startled at the tricks his mind was able to play on him.

The older Winchester brushed off the hallucination he had as his eyes wandered over to Sam and Cas, the both of them were preoccupied in making sure the blood would stay safe. He headed over to Bobby to see if he found anything useful, and like always, a sarcastic jab was never far from falling out of his mouth. “I still can’t get used to you at eye level.” Bobby responded with a tight smile as he rolled his eyes. One demon deal that wasn’t completely wasted was getting Bobby’s legs back to normal. The hunter looked over at the building, curious to see if he had been right about his prediction. “As always, Yoda. Two stunt demon's inside, just like you said.”

“Did you get it?” Bobby asked, hopeful this hit wasn’t a wasteful one.

“Yeah, all the ‘go juice’ Sammy can drink.” Dean said. He looked over his shoulder to see his brother wiping his fingers of whatever blood that had accidentally spilled out before wiping it on his jeans. “Now we just need is chemical X. Then everything should be set.”

An grim, uneasy look settled into the oldest Winchester’s face when he began to drift off to what happened just a few days ago. The image of Y/N hovering over Sam, forcing him to drink her blood was gut wrenching just from the memory. But to know that it wasn’t her doing, that there were two other personalities taking over her actions made it worse. Dean never had the pleasure of knowing what it was like to be possessed by a demon. Having Satan himself and your own demons working against you, it was a losing battle. And the four of them gave the ammunition, thinking it was the way out of this nightmare. But he was only falling deeper, the light was growing smaller and smaller.

“You okay?” Bobby’s question broke the younger hunter out of his thoughts.

“Not really.” Dean admitted truthfully. But there was no time to talk about their feelings. “What do you got?”

"Not much. These look like omens to you?" Bobby handed over a few newspaper with a few headlines that discussed the unnatural weathers spreading across the states. "Cyclone in Florida, temperature drop in Detroit, wildfires in L.A."

“Wait.” Dean stopped the hunter when he heard a familiar city. “What about Detroit?”

“Temp’s dropped about twenty degrees,” Bobby explained. “But only in a five-block radius of downtown motown.”

“That’s the one.” Dean said, tossing the newspaper to the back of the van with the rest of the papers. “Devil’s in Detroit.”

“Really? As far as foreboding goes, it’s a little light in the loafers. And there's no sign of the usual demon omens, either." Bobby said, attempting to tread around lightly around the subject that nobody dare say. Not just yet. "You sure?"

Dean nodded his head to answer the older hunter's question. He looked back over at his little brother when the trunk slammed shut. The both of them exchanged sullen glances, knowing this is where the younger Winchester went to die. He could only hope this act of bravery would be enough to save one of their own before it was too late.

+ + +

She might have won the battle, but she won the war. For someone who was so smart, so sure of herself that she could win...she should have known better. Pride was a sin, after all. And nice girls always finish last last. And she was being punished for fighting all those years by being trapped in her own body, unable to do anything but watch. Y/N knew she was still in there, clawing and begging for her life to be let out one last time before the darkness took over and she'd be forever trapped in the confinements of her own skin. All of her memories of a life once before were slowly being…Y/N refrained herself from saying destroyed. Destroyed was such a harsh word to describe what he was doing for her. He was...upgrading. The rose tinted glasses she’d worn for the first twenty nine years of her life were finally being taken off to reveal a world that was never kind to her.

A mother who selfishly molded her into her perfect child. Friends who always looked at her a bit differently for her interests, forcing her into liking what they liked. Two brothers who mistreated her, brainwashed her into doing exactly what they wanted. They used her like some kind of common whore. Y/N and this doomed planet was abandoned by a God who didn't care anymore, despite her best effort after she was murdered by those two hunters. Wasted all for nothing.

Y/N could feel her fists tightening as she adjusted her crossed arms to keep her anger in check. She took a step forward to the large window that overlooked the quiet city street below. They would get what's coming to them. Bobby, Castiel. The Winchesters. This whole world will. She didn't need anyone. Expect for him. And only him. He would give her salvation from the guilt and depression forced upon her from her actions. Thanks to him, she was gone forever.

The old Y/N was dead, long live the new Y/N. The old Y/N might have been able to fight off her natural abilities before, but it was impossible now. She thought before an angel’s grace would have been the golden ticket to saving her soul from rotting to the very core. Nobody questioned where it came from, nobody would have suspected Lucifer to be so sneaky. So kind to free her from a lifetime of misery if she were to stay human. Nobody would ever love her the way Lucifer did. He was the only one she needed.

In the new world he would bring, there would be no more God to worship. No figure to bring words of a holy place. Only Y/N and Lucifer. Together the both of them would rule over this sad little planet that was rightfully theirs. Heaven and Hell at her fingertips, all the little angels and demons who did her wrong will finally suffer as they made her did. His queen. It's what he called her as he softly brought the back of her hand up to the lips when she had shown improvement. The grace he had given her and the demon blood were mixing well together. It took a little bit of effort before she was feeling like the person she was always meant to be. No pain, no gain. Y/N peered down at the city street below of an abandoned apartment building above some little Chinese restaurant she and Lucifer have been occupying over the past few days in Detroit, Michigan. She knew they were coming, it was just a matter of time until they got themselves prepared and Sam ate his Wheaties. She head tilted to the side as she mindlessly reached to play with the locket hanging off the gold chain when a couple walked down the street, hand in hand with a matching smile on their faces. They make their way by, unaware of the person watching them. The old Y/N would have smiled to herself and thought the sight was kind of cute, as it reminded her of a certain someone that she loved once upon a time.

Now, Y/N wondered what it'd be like to slit their throat and see how the only would beg and cry for her to stop. Human emotions—it's something Y/N didn't miss anymore. Along with her clothes that were thrown in some dumpster after being stained with all that demon blood she drank. Her new clothes she was wearing now made her feel better, more powerful to match her new title. Mother of Darkness. Queen of the damned. And if anyone had a problem with it, they could face the consequences of her wrath.

“How do we know this isn’t some kind of trap her and those Winchesters are trying to pull? I mean, first it was Crowley that went off the deepend. And then Brady? Not to mention how many demons she's slaughtered over the years. She drinks some demon blood, changes her clothes and then suddenly she's the new boss around here?"

“I don’t know, man. Nobody tells us anything. They just tell us to go along with it and shut our mouths. But...you gotta admit, though. She's kinda hot a demon....Oh, come on! Don't give me that look. I seen you eyeing her ass when she isn't looking. You could bounce a nickel off that thing. What I would do if I got fifteen minutes alone with he—”

The demon's words fell short when he felt something wrap around his throat, as if someone was trying to rip him out of his meat suit, but never quite getting there, making him suffer. The sounds of shoes echoed off the walls as Y/N stepped out from the corner she had been hiding in to see what the conversation was all about. Her lips were stretched into a friendly smile as her arm was outstretched in front of her, Y/N’s hand clenched into a tight fist as she watched the demon choke and attempt to free himself from whatever she were doing to him. Y/N let him suffer for a little longer as she slowly looked over at his partner, wondering if he wanted to participate in the same punishment However, the man seemed to be the smart one in their little duo. He straightened himself up and quickly looked away, a look of fear settled in his eye.

Y/N continued on the punishment for a few more grueling seconds before she unclenched her fist, letting the demon go from her grip she had on him. He fell to the ground as he inhaled a deep breath, but it only lasted for a moment until he felt a grip around his throat. Y/N crouched down on the ground and sank her nails into his skin, her head titled to the side slightly as she looked at him directly in the eye. She wanted to make it quite clear of who he was trying to mess with.

“Look, I understand changes are tough. I wasn’t your best friend that long ago. But you want to know what happened to the last person who talked to me like that? I’ll give you a hint. It involved me cutting out his tongue. All before I slit his throat clean. There’s dozens of you here. I doubt Lucifer would dare if you suddenly...dropped dead.” Y/N said, her tone was eerily calm as her words were haunting enough to make the demon listen. “If you have a problem with who’s in charge now, I can make it easy on you and send you back to Hell with all your buddies. Like...Lilith, Azazel, Alastair, Ruby, Brady...and all the other sad sons of bitches who got wasted. You want that?”

“No, ma’am.” The demon whispered in a quiet voice, understanding his role better.

"All right! We're here, you sons of bitches! Come and get it!"

Y/N looked over her shoulder and out the window to hear someone shouting from outside down the street below. Her tongue poked out between her teeth when she heard a familiar voice come from outside, it didn't take much of a memory to recognize who the voice belonged to. She pushed herself up to her feet and walked over to see the sight of two faces charging forward to the apartment. She shook her head, a quiet laugh escaping her mouth. It was like a lamb being lead to the slaughter after one of their own was dragged away. It would only be a matter of time until the Winchesters found out where she was to try at their usual routine of saving the day. But not tonight. Never again.

Y/N’s eyes flickered black as her lips stretched into a devilish smirk. She turned her head to face the two demons, “How about you make yourselves useful and help greet our guests?”

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