So I got to thinking, what would have happened had Amara never had the chance to get to Chuck, had someone jumped in at the last moment to save him.
In this AU I created; Lucifer jumps in at the last minute to save his Father in a last ditch effort to fight back and redeem himself. Chuck decides enough is enough and finally stands up to his sister; she has taken more then he is willing to give for her and now he's wanting it all back. She has destroyed his creations, his children, and he has had enough.
Basically, Papa Chuck gets all parental and protective of his children, does not like her presumptions in devouring them, and puts his foot down.
And Lucifer is a self-sacrificing, idiotic, troublesome little child when he really wants to be.
"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands in moments at times of challenge and controversy"
Martin Luther King Jr
It had been quick, almost effortless, for Amara to turn the tables on her brother and his so called army. She would destroy everything he had ever cherished and then she would destroy him, let him witness his own demise coming. The Winchesters could only watch in shock as she turned on Chuck, they were on the losing end here.
Castiel was down, possibly dead.
Lucifer was gone, they had seen her handle him effortlessly.
Crowley was somewhere most probably licking his own wounds.
They didn't have the comfort to find Rowena at the moment.
Amara raised her hand out at her brother, intending on starting the process herself. Chuck grimaced as he felt her power seep into him, tearing and ripping at everything that made him him, destroying his light and taking his life. It wasn't even the force she intended for him yet and it was already nerve numbing agony.
In the next moment everything happened much too fast.
She snarled at her brother, vowing to kill him, and thrust her power at him. Chuck new what she was bound to do from the moment the tables had turned, but even then, no one was really prepared for their death even when looking it right in the eyes.
There was a bright light, it flashed greatly right in front of his eyes, taking the brunt of her focus. He watched momentarily shocked as the form solidified for a moment illuminating a man within it wisps of light surrounding him swirling around his form racing to defend against the tendrils of darkness. Amara lost her focus for a mere moment at her own surprise.
"I killed you! I destroyed you!"
The man was panting, and although they could not truly see it, he was undoubtedly hunched over on himself in what appeared to be agony. He was frozen to the spot, and Amara aimed to move around him, he moved with her blocking the path to his fallen comrade. She snarled in anger. He watched her with shining burning eyes, tracking her every movement. Proverbial hackles raised ready at any given time ready to jump at any given movement.
"You just won't die!"
They rushed at each other in the same moment, Amara vowing to get to her brother once finished with this one and Chuck trying to focus on his rescuer. They collided, darkness and light exploding around them, it was strong enough to blow the roof off the building; shook the grounds in Heaven and the foundations of Hell.
Angels looked down from above; one looked up from below.
The light was weakening fast, injured greatly, but it maintained its own. Grappling for the top, seeing a moment of weakness and seizing it. Chuck scrambled to his feet cautiously moving closer. Sam and Dean followed, thinking that with him at full power they were still safe and he didn't have the heart to tell them other wise.
The light was beginning to fade and Amara cackled in victory, seizing her moment and ramming her hand straight threw the middle. There was a long silence filled stretch of time, as the man within the light hunched over on himself in agony, screaming in silent pain as she smiled viciously and twisted her fist around. The man within the light fell when his knees gave way under him.
The room filled with screams; Heaven in outrage and Hell not much better. The cage where he was kept was cracking at his force; made to hold the second not the first, he shouts of rage filling out the holes left by those in Heaven.
She yanked her hand out, watching in glee as he fell forward, light glowing faintly around him, landing onto the floor underneath him silently. He remained, unmoving. Chuck watched him carefully for a long moment while Amara wiped her bloody hand on the front of her dress. He knelt trying to see if he would wake, and when he didn't, his face lit up in rage.
This was his universe. His world. His creation. His angels. His children. And she would not take them from him and him from them.
Sam and Dean shied back as the light that radiated from him began to take over the darkened room. Amara looked up in surprise at his reaction, underestimating him until the last moment. He advanced forward, pure white glowing light radiated from his being, his eyes glowing a bright white. He stepped carefully over the limp form on the floor not sparing them a single glance as he advanced on his sister.
She took steps back in her state, not liking how this was turning away from her advantage.
"You are wrong Sister. I am the beginning; and I am the end. I am all there will ever be. I am. You may fight me, you may harm me, do what you will with Me, but you will never harm my creations. My Children."
She stumbled back as he advanced closer. Sam and Dean heard a slight groan from the glowing man, and another from Cas. Sam rushed to the mans side while Dean to the angels. The faint man tried to sit up, hissing in pain and falling forward once more. He startled, flinching at the contact of Sam's hands on his arm. The hunter had thought it would hurt touching the glowing man, it would be painful to the touch, but it was the contrary, it felt almost soothing.
He choose to ignore the flinch.
"Hey easy man, that was some trick you did there, take it easy!"
He groaned, laying back down and peered out at the angel across the room.
Dean slid to his knees next to his best friend, grabbing at him carefully.
"Hey hey hey Cas! Is it you man? Are you okay? Are you alone?"
Castiel coughed, rubbing a hand over his chest nodding his head and looking out around the room. Despite his condition he found himself looking towards the faintly glowing man as he fought to remain awake.
"Yes Dean, I am here, it is me. What has happened?"
Dean smiled, if the one could smile at a moment like this, "Don't know man, Amara killed Lucifer and then this weird glowing man showed up and kicked ass and now I think your Daddy is gonna kick her ass too."
Castiel shook his head, as if trying to clear some fog away from his mind.
"Are you okay man? He hurt you?"
"My mind is clouded at the moment, but it is quiet the contrary, he protected me since she captured us the first time..I remember his grace wrapping around me, numbing the pain, him running into the room I stayed in and diving over top of me.", He looked over at the glowing man fading on the floor before Sam, "He is not dead."
"What'd'ya mean? We saw him!"
"No, he is dying, he is that man you see, the one you say is glowing, he is fading."
Dean looked over at the man, watching as he curled up on himself in pain. Sam was trying to straighten him out but was having no such luck in any action he tried to take. He stared long and hard at him before turning back to Cas.
"That's Lucifer?"
"He always did shine with the light of our Father."
"I have allowed you to remain for the balance, I cannot live without you, my other half, you have seen me at my weakest, my most merciful, but never have you seen me at my most powerful, never seen my wrath."
Amara was backed up against the cold metal wall, splayed out in fear of her brother. The one in her memories had always been a simpering coward, bending to her will whenever he could. But something within him had changed; with every pulse from the fading man on the floor his anger grew in stronger. He seemed to glow brighter.
"I will lock you away again where you will never get free, you will never see the light of my creation again, my last seal was meant to be broken but you have over stayed your welcome-"
They were cut off by a harsh cough from the glowing man, he attempted to stand once again and Sam caught him as he fell, not knowing that the man he was holding was Lucifer. If possible, Chuck seemed to glow brighter and brighter, his anger like molten lava filling the room with heat. Lucifer groaned in discomfort.
"You have harmed my children too much for forgiveness to be given, return them, they are not yours, return my children; Ambriel, Jofiel, Nithael, Josiah, Cael, return to me," Orbs of light fluttered from the Darkness as if tiny light bullets being removed from her person, she cried out in pain at every angel she ever devoured returned to their Father's side,"And the others, release them Amara, they are not yours to have; Akriel, Araqiel, Azriel, Bath Kol, Cerviel, Chayyliel, Domiel, Erathaol, Hasmal, Heman, come to me."
Even more balls of light shot from the body of the Darkness, Castiel stilled at some of the names he recognized but had never actually met. The orbs circled in the air buzzing with an excited sort of energy. The flew, hovering around behind Chuck's shoulders looking like little balls of baby's hiding behind a parents shoulder.
One circled around his out stretched hand, and he paused, batting at it playfully, silently, encouraging it back with its many saved siblings. It buzzed happily, zapping at his finger tips as it floated around his arm coming to hover over his shoulder.
Now that he had nothing to loose, his children back to his keeping, he turned to face his sister with nothing more to lose.
She screamed as her own darkness betrayed her, his light adding into it enforcing it, swirling up around her. He was master of this universe, HIM, and she had crossed the line he set for her. The orbs swirled around in the air above his head, buzzing high in frequency, Sam and Dean had to cover their ears protectively.
"You have burdened my family for too long, tortured my children beyond my forgiveness, be gone, to the Ether, where you came and from where you will live out the rest of your eternal life."
She was gone with an echoing screech, never to return and never to die. The orbs chirped in excitement at freedom and happiness. The glow surrounding Chuck slowly dissolved, he turned smiling at the orbs, batting at them and wrapping the ones who hovered close enough into his palms, chuckling when they zapped and burned him softly in childish excitement, tossing them upwards to reach for another handful.
"Return home my beautiful children, you are free, return home to your brothers and sisters."
They all swirled upwards, into the setting sun, Lucifer choked on another breath and Chuck was reminded that his day was not over just yet. Sending one final look at his children heading back up to their home he ran across the room.
"You idiotic, self sacrificing, little child!"
There was no malice in his words as he slid to his knees next to Lucifer. He grabbed at his son, forcing Sam to sit back as he all but flipped the larger man over onto his back. Lucifer groaned at the sudden action, making to curl into himself but a hand to the chest, although gentle, kept him in place.
"If you wanted to talk then use your words little boy!"
His hands were shaking as he pressed them into the wound inflicted by his sister. It tore into his very essence, he was bleeding out.
Dean helped Castiel to his feet, the angel practically draped over he hunter's shoulder as they hobbled across the floor to stand above the fallen archangel, now in more ways then one. Chuck never spared them a look, too focused on the dying light on the ground before him, but his worry extended to the angel above him.
"Castiel, how do you feel?"
"I am fine...Father."
Chuck nodded, noting his discomfort to address later, they would need to have a much needed talk. Lucifer gasped suddenly, his eyes flying open, still glowing a bright hue. Chuck grasped at his flailing hand, pulling it back down.
"You're alright Son, I've got you, you're alright"
Lucifer chuckled, choking and coughing, "Knew you still cared"
Chuck frowned at his son, "I never stopped caring, now stop struggling, I will not cause you harm, let me help you!"
The fallen angel nodded slowly, sucking in a painful breath and cringing. Chuck tried healing him, tried to seal the wound but no matter what he tried it wasn't working and Lucifer was growing paler and paler with every passing moment.
"Dammit! It's not working, why won't you just heal! We need to move him!"
Before anyone could utter a word other wise they had vanished from the warehouse and appeared safe and sound back in the bunker. Chuck and Lucifer were gone, but the flickering lights proved that they had yet to actually leave the bunker.
"What the hell?"
Dean's exclamation turned the other two in his direction quickly, he was staring down at himself, wearing pajamas he had not been wearing moments before. Sam turned to look at the large clock on the wall.
2:15
With the bright light from Chuck and Lucifer, no one had noticed the changing in time, day turning to night. Chuck had apparently wanted them to rest, else he wouldn't have changed them into pajamas.
Who were they to argue with God?
There was a screech that was almost too high for their ears to perceive, shaking the light fixtures and causing a few short wattage ones to explode. Dean looked around in alarm, wondering if they were under attack again, Castiel looked up in sorrow.
"What was that?"
"Father is healing Lucifer."
The damage Amara must have done to him must have been much more extensive then they had first realized. Sam slumped down in one of the chairs, wiggling his toes in the warm fuzzy socks, never had he thought that he would ever be feeling some sort of sympathy for the man who had haunted his worst nightmares for the longest time.
Another echo rocked the bunker and he had to close his eyes.
He did feel bad.
Lucifer rolled as best as he could away from his father, panting in agony as the pain from his wounds healing overtook him.
Chuck sat back, his hands raised in the air.
"I know it hurts, I know, but it has to be healed, just a bit more I promise."
He shook his head, cringing in pain, turning onto his side.
"No...no more...no more...I don't care..."
"Yes, but I do, come on, just a bit more."
Not that he left much of an opening for an option on the matter, twisting the archangel back around and holding him in place. Lucifer sucked in a breath as his Father placed his hand over the wound. Concentrating on the injury and the darkness still seeping within it his hand began to glow. Lucifer arched off the bed, screaming in anguish, true voice making the entire building shake.
Chuck pulled his hand back slowly, the dark tendrils seeping free following after. Lucifer's voice was going hoarse from the screaming, his face sweaty. Slowly but surely he pulled all the dark seeds from the wound, sealing the gaping wound slowly.
He fell back into the bed roughly, breathing heavily as he gasped.
Reaching for a cloth he dabbed at the angels forehead with it, wiping away the sweat. Lucifer was completely limp, mentally and physically exhausted.
"Shhhh, it's done, we're done, shhhh."
He was gentle as he pushed the angels hair back, "Why would you ever do something so reckless?"
"She was going to hurt you...couldn't let her do that...not to you...I'm expendable in comparison to you..."
He froze in mild surprise, noting that for his talk with Castiel as well, looking the angel in the eyes and not allowing him to break the contact.
"Don't you ever think that, ever, you are just as important to me as you other siblings. You never were and never will be expendable, you are my son, you are one of the most important things in my existence, you and all your siblings, don't you ever let me hear you say that again, ever, you are my son, My star, My little star. And don't you ever do something so stupid, so frightening again! If I get any grays because of this I will come for you and you will know my wrath."
Lucifer nodded, taking the warning for what it was. He felt so much, lighter, knowing that his Father still cared for him. They stared at each other for a long time after that. Chuck sighed near silently, reaching for the blanket and tucking it up under his son's chin softly.
"Now, get some rest, you idiotic troublesome child of mine."
Lucifer nodded weakly, eyes half lidded already, and he definitely did not cuddle down into the pillows tiredly because he was the devil and he had a reputation to uphold.
"Hmmm...I'm sorry..."
Chuck turned in the door way, smiling out at the Archangel warmly.
"For what?"
"For helping your hair catch up with your age."
There was a quick bout of silence, "Watch yourself son, I would think you would know what happens when little children get cheeky with Father."
He chuckled as his son blushed, mumbling to himself under his breath and sinking into his pillows.
"Get some rest little one, you were always forgiven, always."
"We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us, when we discover this, we are less prone to hate our enemies."
Martin Luther King Jr.
I hope you liked it! I may or may not do a second part, but as of now this is merely a oneshot!