Chrys was curled up next to Sam, her head on his chest. She drew random lines on his flat, muscled stomach, listening to his heartbeat and hurting.

His hand was running through her hair. It would have been comforting if she wasn't so heartbroken.

"Chrys, I'm sorry," he rumbled softly, for the hundredth time that night.

"I know, Sam," she replied, also for the hundredth time that night.

He sighed. "Chrys, I-"

"Please stop," she said softly, tears in her eyes. "Sam, I can't hear you apologize again. So, just, please stop."

He hauled her up to rest on his chest, and she gazed down at him. His strong, handsome face, his lovely hair, his broad shoulders. His chest that had little droplets of water on it now. Dammit, keep it together, Summers.

"Chrys, it's okay," he said softly, brushing the hair from her face.

She shook her head. "No, it's not. This isn't helping."

He smiled. "Chrys, you don't have to be so hard on yourself."

Oh, Sam. She thought her heart would burst with the love she had for the man beneath her. He was facing an eternity in hell, trapped in a cage with the devil, and here he was, reassuring her.

"Sam," she said softly, "Shut up and kiss me."

He examined her face for a moment, then wrapped his head around the back of her neck and pulled her close. He leaned up and met her in the middle, kissing her passionately. She sighed into his mouth and responded gently, lovingly. Tonight, she would love him.

She pulled away and kissed her way down his neck, shuddering when his hand tightened in her hair. She kissed her way down his chest, pausing to lav each nipple with her tongue, smiling when he moaned deep in his throat.

She moved down that muscled stomach, highlighting each ridge with teeth and tongue. She nipped at his hip bones a little harder, smiling again when he thrust up helplessly.

She moved around his straining cock, kissing down his strong thighs. When she got there, she started at one knee and licked and nipped her way up to his inner thigh. She sucked a dark mark into him there, knowing it was unfair, unable to help herself. If he's going to hell, he's going there marked as mine.

She did the same to the other leg, and when she was back up where he wanted her again, he was panting and straining, struggling to hold onto his control. She smiled, looking up possessively at all of his leashed strength and power. Mmm, mine.

She pressed a kiss to the underside of his thick cock, moaning softly when it jumped against her lips. She gave him one long lick from base to tip, then finally took him into her mouth.

She pulled just the tip in first, sucking hard and whirling her tongue around it. She pressed gently into the slit there, tasting his precome, whimpering at the essence of him. She slowly moved all the way down, hollowing her cheeks, until her nose was pressed against the hair there, thanking everything she could thank that a gag reflex wasn't a problem for her.

When breathing did become a problem, she slowly moved up until he was barely in her mouth again. She kept up her hard suction, moving up and down, slowly increasing her pace. His big, hard hand fisted in her hair was such a turn-on, she couldn't help the soft whimpers in the back of her throat.

"Fuck, Chrys, please-" he begged softly, and she relished the control she had over him.

She pulled off of him with a pop, smiling when he gasped at the feeling. She moved up his body, pressing kisses and nips here and there until she was licking the shell of his ear. "Tell me you want me," she whispered, moving to straddle his hips and press against him.

"I want you, Chrys, I've never wanted anyone like I want you, beautiful," he said hoarsely.

She moved up and sank down a couple of inches onto him. "Tell me I'm beautiful, Sam," she whispered, pausing where she was.

"You're beautiful, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

She smiled and pressed a kiss to his ear. "Tell me you love me, Sammy," she whispered, fighting the tears in her eyes.

He turned and caught her lips with his. "I love you, Chrys," he murmured against her mouth. "I love you so fucking much, beautiful."

"Then show me."

He wrapped an arm around her and turned so she was beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her hands up his stomach, sniffling and trying to stem her tears again.

He rested his weight on one arm and used his other hand to cup her face, wiping her tears with his thumb. "Come on, baby, don't cry," he murmured, pressing kisses to her cheeks. "Come on, Chrys, be with me."

She moved her hips up and moaned. "Take me, Sam," she said softly.

He obliged by sinking into her slowly, lovingly. She gasped at the stretch, then cried out softly when he bottomed out. "Sam!"

He pressed a kiss to her ear. "Shh, baby, they'll hear you."

She whimpered and rolled her hips against him. "Let them hear me, Sam, please-"

He cut her off by thrusting into her again, setting a fast pace. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear and she writhed beneath him, her nails scoring down his back.

He shifted and moved his hand down her body, tweaking her nipple on the way down to her core. She gasped when his fingers found her clit and started slow circles. "Sam!"

"Come for me, baby, I love you, I want to feel you come-"

His words sent her over the edge, and she reached up and bit his shoulder, her teeth very close to the scar she had already left there. She screamed into his skin, bucking beneath him, relishing the feel of him stiffening above her as he spilled into her.

He gasped and rolled to the side, breathing heavily, taking her with him. She buried her face in his chest, listening to his breathing slow, soaking him in, saving up the essence of him.

She was going to need it.

xxxxx

The next night, they stood outside the building that Lucifer was in. Chrys could feel his power as she stood aside to let Sam say what he had to to the others gathered there.

She had stayed with him during the draining of the demon blood, and during the ride there, when he made Dean promise to leave the hunting life after Sam was in the cage. She noticed that no such promise was extracted from her, but she wasn't upset. She understood.

She wasn't making it out of this, either.

She turned to see him emptying the last jug of demon blood into his mouth. She met his hazel eyes, and hated the sorrow she saw there. She walked to him and waited until he had put it down to put a hand on his face. "Sam, stop," she said softly. "It's a little late for apologies and puppy dog eyes."

He sighed and raised a hand to wipe his mouth, but before he could, she went on tiptoe and kissed him, blood and all. She licked it from his lips and kissed him hard. It took him a second to catch up, but catch up he did, and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her thoroughly.

She broke away and leaned back, reaching up to wipe her mouth gently, then doing the same for him. "No more, Sam, we're in this together, okay?"

He nodded, the look on his face making her heart beat faster. "Okay, Chrys," he said softly. "I love you."

She smiled. "I love you, too. Let's go."

xxxxx

She stood between Sam and Dean, her back straight, her head held high. For all the bad stuff, for all of the shitstorm that was what was about to happen, she was Chrysanthemum Goddamn Summers, and she would not cower in front of Lucifer.

They walked towards the building, and Sam started shouting. "All right! We're here, you sons of bitches! Come and fucking get it!"

Three demons exited the building, and she saw Dean smile. "Hey, guys. Is your father home?"

The bodyguards came forward and grabbed Sam and Dean, pulling their arms behind their backs. The third approached Chrys, but before he lay a hand on her, she cocked an eyebrow haughtily. "Think it's a good idea to manhandle Lucifer's bride, do you?" she asked coolly, every inch the woman that Sam and Dean had met a year ago, and not the soft mother-to-be she had become.

Going to have to get rid of her.

She sighed and strode forward, pushing the demon out of the way. "Take us to Lucifer, idiots."

When they walked in, the free demon gestured to the stairs. Chrys led the way, and when she got to the top, she saw Lucifer there, smiling at her. "Chrysanthemum, gentlemen. How nice of you to join me."

He turned and breathed onto the window pane behind him. He started to draw a pitchfork in the condensation. "Sorry if it's a bit chilly," he said softly. "Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite."

Chrys rolled her eyes. "Cut the drama queen act, Luci. Let's get this over with."

Lucifer turned to look at her. She winced. "You're getting worse, Luci," she said softly.

He ignored her to look at Sam. "Help me understand something, guys. I mean, stomping through my front door is… A tad suicidal, don't you think?"

Sam shook his head. "We're not here to fight you."

Lucifer tilted his head to the side. "No? Then why are you?"

Sam took a deep breath. "I want to say yes."

Lucifer's eyes widened, and Chrys saw the dangerous hunger there. "Excuse me?"

Sam took another deep breath and closed his eyes. The three demons surrounding them dropped dead in flashes of light. The dark part of Chrys wanted Sam after the display of power, the rest of her was just tired.

Lucifer was smiling. "Chock full of Ovaltine, are we?"

Sam glared. "You heard me. Yes."

Lucifer sobered. "You're serious."

"Look, Judgment Day's a runaway train. We get it now. We just want off."

Lucifer's eyebrows rose. "Meaning?"

"Deal of the century. I give you a free ride, but when it's all over, I live, she lives, he lives, you bring our parents back-"

"Sam, stop," Chrys said softly, examining the devil. "He's not buying it. He knows."

Sam blinked. "What?"

Lucifer clapped softly. "Good girl." He looked at Sam. "The Horsemen's rings? The magic keys to my cage? Ring a bell? Come on, Sam. I've never lied to you. You could at least pay me the same respect." He waved a hand. "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?" He smirked. "A fiddle of gold against your soul says I'm better than you."

Chrys rolled her eyes. Drama queen.

Sam steeled himself. "So he knows. Doesn't change anything."

Dean grabbed his arm. "Sam."

Sam shook him off. "We don't have any other choice."

"No!" Dean snapped.

Sam looked at Lucifer. "Yes."

Lucifer closed his eyes and bright light started to emanate them. Chrys turned her head away as the light shined bright. When she turned back, Sam's body was motionless on the floor, and as soon as he stirred, she knew.

Dean took the Horsemen's rings out of his pocket, but she pulled them out of his hand and wrapped her fingers around them. "Dean, it's not him," she said softly, fighting the tears in her eyes. "Sam didn't win."

Lucifer, wearing Sam's face, sat up and smirked. "Why do you always ruin all the fun, Chrysanthemum?"

She glared. "Fuck you."

He smiled. "All right, have it your way, darling." He stood, then held his hand out to her. "Come here, Chrysanthemum."

She didn't argue. There was no use. She slid her slender hand into his broad one, and the cold emanating from it, where it used to be so warm, almost took her out at the knees. Instead, she steeled herself and stood next to him.

But, like usual, Lucifer had to have the last word.

He looked at Dean. "I told you, this would always happen in Detroit."

The world dipped away from her.

xxxxx

When Chrys opened her eyes, they were in the lush bedroom he'd brought her to before. She sighed and pulled her hand from his. "So, when's the showdown?" she asked without preamble.

He smirked and watched her move around the room. Seeing Sam's face, her sweet Sam, distorted with Lucifer's cold features was killing her, so she turned away to look around the room.

"So eager to see me defeat Michael, Chrysanthemum?"

She shrugged. "Eager for it to be over."

He was at her back now, and she could feel the cold coming off of him in waves. "Well, we have all night tonight," he said softly, one hand coming up to stroke her arm gently, making her shiver. "I'm sure we can think of something to do."

"What if I say no?" she asked softly, with no fear. "Will you rape me?"

His hand stilled, and he gently used his grip on her arm to turn her around to face him. He cupped her face with his hand, and she couldn't help leaning into the cool touch. It wasn't Sam, but it was enough of Sam to have her yearning.

"Chrysanthemum," he said seriously. "I would never rape you. I will never do anything to you that I do not have permission for."

She gazed up into the cool hazel eyes and saw the truth there. Lucifer wouldn't rape her, or force her to do anything. No, he would probably have her begging for it before long, but he wouldn't do anything to her she didn't ask him to.

Maybe it was that, maybe it was the smidge of Sam she saw in those eyes. Maybe it was the ache in her at the loss of her soulmate, the grief that was starting to build in her heart. Maybe it was because she was so damn tired of fighting that little dark Chrys inside of her, that little part of her that was jumping for joy that Lucifer was here, and they could finally touch him.

But in that moment, for the first time in her life, though Chrys would never tell anyone, she felt complete. She and the dark part of her agreed on at least one thing. Both of Chrys's men, for they were hers, regardless of how they came to be that way, were with her, in the same body, staring down at her with heat in those hazel eyes.

So she raised up on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his.

xxxxx

Sam watched in horror as his woman pressed against him. He fought against Lucifer's hold on his body, but to no avail. He couldn't beat him, even as he felt Lucifer's tongue brush across Chrys's bottom lip, asking for permission.

Sam sensed the truth of Lucifer's words. He wouldn't rape Chrys. He would never rape Chrys.

He would hurt her until she was pleading for it, but he wouldn't rape her.

Sam struggled harder against the hold that Lucifer had on his mind, until Lucifer's voice came to him, crystal clear.

I'm going to turn you away now, Sam. This is between my bride and I.

Sam started screaming as all of his perception went dark and still.

xxxxx

Chrys wound her arms around Lucifer's neck and kissed him back, opening for him when he ran his tongue along her bottom lip. He swept into her mouth, his big hands resting at her hips, and she sighed, reveling in the feel of being one with herself, wishing it was with someone else, glad that it was him.

Being one with yourself is confusing.

He ran one of those hands along her waist, and when his fingers brushed her belly, her heart ached and she winced.

She turned her head away, refusing to look at him. "No," she said softly. "I don't want this."

He tilted his head to look at her. "Are you sure, Chrysanthemum?" He placed a hand on her stomach, and she felt his cool power thread through her. She closed her eyes in sickening anticipation.

xxxxx

"Well, Chrysanthemum? What say you?"

Chrys looked Death in the eye and placed a protective hand on her belly. "Can I ask you for a different favor instead?"

He nodded. "You may ask. I have no guarantee I will say yes, but feel free to ask."

She took a deep breath. "I want you to protect the baby." She looked down at her still flat stomach. "Can you build a wall or something around her?" She looked back up at him. "So Lucifer doesn't know?"

He gazed at her for a long time. "I offer you the chance to sever your bond with the devil, and you choose, instead, to protect the unborn child you did not desire?"

Chrys gave him a weak smile. "Yeah, well, motherhood changes people."

Death looked at her for another long time. "Humans will never cease to amaze me. I will do both for you, Chrysanthemum. Both, because this is an unfair situation, and because the first human being willing to touch me for millennia wants to protect her daughter instead of herself."

xxxxx

She kept her gaze away from Lucifer. "Yes, I'm sure." She wiped her eyes a little, irritated at herself for crying. "Please, not tonight."

She braced herself for him to attack her, for him to take what he wanted from her, to sense the baby and accuse her, but he just brushed a strand of hair away from her face and stepped back. "Very well, Chrysanthemum. We have work to do, anyway."

And for the second time in her life, Chrys and the dark part of her agreed on something: Relief.

Chrys realized that the little part of her, even if she did crave Lucifer and the power he offered and the control she'd never had, that little part of her loved the child she was carrying. All of the little broken parts of Chrys came together to be fiercely glad Lucifer couldn't sense the baby.

The daughter she had with Sam was finally making her a whole person.

xxxxx

Chrys stood with Lucifer in the cemetery, arms wrapped around her middle, eyes on the horizon.

This was it. The big showdown, the prize fight, the apocalypse, Armageddon.

Armageddon was kind of chilly.

She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, wishing that Michael would show up and get it over with already. She didn't want to die, she had the baby to think about, but she wanted to know one way or the other.

So she was relieved when Michael appeared.

Good. Almost done.

Lucifer turned. "It's good to see you, Michael."

Michael nodded. "You, too. It's been too long." He sighed and looked around. "Can you believe it's finally here?"

Lucifer shook his head. "No, not really."

Michael looked at Lucifer. "Are you ready?" He frowned.

"As I'll ever be." Lucifer paused, and Chrys rolled her eyes at his manipulation. "A part of me wishes we didn't have to do this."

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Chrys muttered, letting her eyes go back to the horizon. Archangels are thirteen year old girls. Who knew?

"Yeah," Michael said, "Me, too." She saw him frowning at her from the corner of her eye, but she didn't meet his gaze. Fuck him.

"Then why are we?" Lucifer asked, desperation tinging his tone.

Chrys rolled her eyes again. "Ugh."

Michael glared at her. "What are you even doing here?"

She gave him a winning smile, nerves making her stomach twist. "I'm here to cheer for Luci and provide comic relief."

"Don't speak to her, Michael, she has nothing to do with this," Lucifer snapped.

Michael ignored him. "There is no reason for you to be here."

Chrys felt a brief, harsh flash of pain at the base of her neck, then nothing.

xxxxx

When Chrys opened her eyes, she was at Bobby's house, on the couch. She sat up and frowned. "What the fuck?" she asked mildly.

She placed a hand on her stomach, and felt the baby's comforting presence. Mary Grace, she thought fondly as she stood. Her name is Mary Grace Winchester.

She looked around the home, calling out for Sam, Dean, and Bobby alternately. No one answered. When she tried to look through the windows, there was just a soft white light shining inward. She couldn't see outside.

Before she could figure out what was going on, the world went dark and was swept away from her again.

Chrys woke up on her back, looking up at Castiel, who was kneeling over her. She stared into those blue eyes so similar to hers, and saw all the answers she needed. She actually felt her heart shatter into a million pieces.

She sat up slowly at met Dean's eyes. Then she looked back at the angel.

"He's…"

Dean nodded.

"Oh, God," she whispered. She stood and walked to Dean, wrapping her arms around him hesitantly. "I'm so sorry, Dean," she whispered, tears filling her eyes.

He hugged her to him tightly. "Yeah, you too, Chrys," he said roughly.

What the fuck am I going to do without Sam?

xxxxx

Hi everyone! Here's my notes:
I own only Chrys Summers, the original character. I don't own Supernatural or the characters. (heartbroken)
Reviews and comments give me the warm fuzzies and keep me going.
If there are any mistakes in continuity, canon, or geography, blame me.

**I hope I did this chapter justice.