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The Great Divide

The Night Will Always Win sequel

"So I'll wait for you, as I keep your faith alive... and I'll pray for you, as we cross the Great Divide..." ~ Breaking Benjamin

November, 2015

Over the course of the twenty years of my Earth life, I've had a lot of different parents, and even grandparents. The two beings who created me in Hell were the Archangel Lucifer, and the demon Lilith. I learned this truth at the young age of fourteen, and then was promptly stuck with both Lucifer and Lilith for ten years in Hell, which was only an entire month in Earth time.

After that, I was introduced to the demon King of Hell, Crowley. We'd been on a few whacky misadventures, just like I have with nearly everyone else I've ever known. Eventually I developed a father-daughter relationship with him, deep enough to the point where I called him 'Dad' for a while, and he was cool with it. It was even bad enough that his mother, the old and powerful witch Rowena, actually believed she was my grandmother. That was fun for a while.

My actual grandma, as in the one I've had for my entire childhood, was amazing. She was there whenever I needed her. Then the Leviathans, courtesy of Dick Roman, had killed her. Now she is at peace in Heaven, looking forever twenty-something. Whenever I need her for guidance, I easily venture up there to see her. She also had a husband, way before I was ever born, but he had died in a car crash... so she believed. Michael Stark faked his death because he was too afraid to tell her the truth.

The truth that he was a witch, and he was going to outlive her. I met him one time and it wasn't exactly something I wanted to experience. I said some not nice words and promised I'd never see him again. He was dead to me and meant nothing.

Because he was a witch, that meant that my human mother, the mother I lived with until I learned about my origins, was a witch, so when she was killed she was sent to Purgatory, not Heaven. Her married name was Lindsay Logan. I miss her so much.

Since we are on the topics of mothers I guess I should mention I have a half ass step-mother. She is a demon named Eisheth, who claims to be one of Lucifer's wives from waaaaaay back in those kind of days. I actually never asked Father about this; I wonder what he would say... if I ever see him again that is.

To top this little ordeal off, I am now currently in Heaven to visit someone I have not visited yet. Someone I have not really thought of since his death. My human father, Patrick Logan. Married to Lindsay until Lucifer killed them both. I slowly open the white door that leads into his Heaven to find myself in the basement of the house I grew up in, in Pike Creek, Delaware. Just to be sure, I took a big whiff and smelled magnolia, Mom's favorite scent. She was iffy about the whole house smelling good.

A childhood memory flooded over me for every step I took towards the stairs. Growing up with my year younger brother, JD (I gave him a nickname to avoid confusing my followers) and our sister, Natalie, who is two years younger than I. Should I mention that JD is dead too, and more than likely in Purgatory as well? How do I even go on knowing this shit? Am I just that heartless?

I find Dad upstairs in his ugly dark blue recliner in the living room. He was listening to a read-aloud of a Shakespeare story. His favorite author. I almost didn't want to even interrupt him. Unfortunately my next step was a creak, and he heard it. He turned halfway around in his chair and I almost lost it. He had always looked the exact same my entire life. His hair so dark brown it was almost black. His eyes a faded blue. Old man creases all over his face, and he'd always had those no matter how old he was.

"Daddy..." I let out before I could cover my mouth and widen my emerald eyes.

"Little Logster?" He replied in absolute shock. Okay - I guess I can explain that nickname. My birth name, as Lilith had named me, was just Lynn. When Michael took me from Hell twenty-three years after I was created, and had my angelic/demonic essence placed into a six month old baby and adopted into the hands of Patrick and Lindsay, I was named Lynn Angela Logan. Logan, Logster. Get it? I hope so, because I sure the hell don't. After my son was born, I illegally changed my last name to Winchester - because my vessel is the biological sister of Dean and Sam Winchester, therefore they are my brothers too and I wanted to have the same name as my son.

Dad gets up and stands before me, seven inches taller than my height of 5'5. I was 14 (Earth years?) the last time he saw me, but I know he could see me. The hardships I've been through the last six years were imprinted on my face. "You're not little anymore." He swallowed.

I never mourned his death, or Lindsay's, but just now I lost it. Tears rained down from my darkening eyes as Dad pulled me into the most loving hug. I started snotting up and it made him laugh. He sat me down on the couch I remembered so well; the couch I always shared with JD and Natalie to watch Disney movies when we were small. The same couch I remember John Winchester kneeled down in front of to tell me that I was special, because he knew I had powers.

After some tissues, Dad asked, "How long has it been?"

I blew my nose. "Six years." I answered.

"Six years... it doesn't feel like it," Dad said in awe. "Well, is everyone okay? Your brother and sister? Tell me everything that has happened."

I sighed. This was going to take a while. Fortunately this would be the last time I would have to explain... well, everything.

Dad said he would be able to handle everything I had to say, and he tried to be funny and say he had all the time in the world to listen. Of course he had time, he was dead! What else does he have to do?

I started with admitting that I kept the fact from him and Mom that I had... 'powers'. I discovered them when I was a little girl, making JD and Natalie swear to their graves that they wouldn't tell a soul, and they did a great job. I gulped and told Dad that he and Mom were killed by Lucifer - who possessed Nick at the time. He had just been freed to start his part in the Apocalypse, and Nick was the closest vessel he could get to. Nick also happened to be the uncle of my best friend, who...

Maybe I'll have the courage one day to visit her up here in Heaven.

It was very shortly after Father (Lucifer) was freed, the angel I would indefinitely fall in love with but could never have, found me. Castiel is his name and he demanded that I joined him in the Apocalypse, but on the... neutral side. Not Team Lucifer, who wanted to destroy everything. Not Team Michael, because apparently he was a dick. Instead we were Team Free Will - Castiel, myself, and two brothers who eventually became my own brothers, Dean and Sam Winchester.

The true Apocalypse was averted. Michael the Archangel possessed Adam, our half brother. Lucifer possessed our Sammy but our Sammy was able to take control, and he threw himself right back into Lucifer's Cage. Michael freaked out and tried to stop him, but he got thrown in as well and it was sealed shut.

I parted from both Dean and Cas. I went to Grandma's to be with her and Natalie. JD died trying to hunt me down. He was angry at me for leaving the family, angry at me for our parents' deaths. In the end he was the stupid one. He wasn't the only one hunting me though. A Nephilim named Lyra Agate searched months for me, on orders from her father... Gabriel. Yes, the Archangel. This made Lyra my cousin. Meeting her was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

My vessel started getting sick. Only Father could save me. I was sent to Hell and I was stuck there, as I mentioned earlier. It was there I fell in with Alastair romantically, and he showed me the ways of... torture. I never continued that once I got out nor do I plan to ever. While in Hell, I met my first born brother, Damon. He is the same as me, half angel, half demon, born 872 years before I was. He was born in 1100 so do the math.

Since I was on the verge of meeting people, I met Colby, the Angel of Coal. I got excited now because not only was this special story the only one I don't mind telling over and over, I got to tell it to someone who might actually give a shit! Before I can explain Colby, I have to explain Adrie. Miss Adrie Westfall was a fifteen year old prophet who lived in the Great Depression. Colby was given one job: protect Adrie. He ended up falling in love with her, which was clearly against the rules.

Adrie was killed by a demon named Rylie, then Colby was stripped of his Grace, turned into a demon, and banished to Hell for a long time until Castiel yanked him out. So Colby was on Earth as a demon for a while, and we were so close to being together. Well... Adrie was a ghost all these years. She wouldn't go to Heaven until Rylie was dead.

"Eventually that happened... I'll get to it, Dad." I spoke.

He grunted in response.

After I got out of Hell, rescued by Cas, Gabriel, Lyra, and two more of Gabriel's children. Guess what? This playboy Archangel has six kids in total. How crazy is that shit? You think that's bad, along with the existence of myself and Damon, just wait. Lyra and I adventured around for a while, pretending to be hunters. With some information received from Crowley I saved my twin sisters, Adena and Serafina from ending up in demon hands when they were born. Why did demons want them? Well, they were Lucifer's last resort. He banged a woman in hopes that since I wouldn't join him maybe these babies would. Not on my watch. They are living happy, Lucifer free lives and I love them to pieces.

Now it gets even better! To top it off, even big bad Michael fathered a son. Jamie's purpose is to take over Michael's positon in Heaven if anything happened to him. Well, something did happen. Poor Uncle got locked up in the Cage, and Jamie laughed off the idea of running Heaven. He lives his own life, just like the rest of us.

During this part of my life Raphael was hell bent on restarting the Apocalypse; this resulted in many things. Purgatory was opened. Eve, the bitch Mother of All, tormented us for a while but we'd finally gotten her killed. I gulped and bravely told Dad how Eve was able to bring Mom back temporarily.

Outside of the diner, butterflies were in my stomach. This was not how I wanted to confront Eve. Especially with no batteries!

Sam gave Bobby his bag, and he and Dean marched into the diner. I gulped, thinking of the worse. About a minute odd later I watched all the blinds close. Oh hell. That can't be good. So we stood there for a few more minutes, until suddenly I was grabbed by someone. "Stop straining, Lynn." An old voice said to me.

I froze completely. Did I hear right-? No way... it couldn't. She was dead.

Looking up, I didn't believe what I was seeing.

"...Mom?"

She yanked my arms, making me cry out. "What was that for?" I demanded.

"That ain't your mom, Lynn." Bobby said, as they made us walk towards the side of the diner.

"Yes it is! Shut up!" I scowled. "Mom? Don't do this! Please!" I begged.

"Sorry sweetie," she said. "Don't have a choice here. I'd prefer being dead."

"Don't say that!" I scolded. We were damn near the doors now. "I miss you so much..."

"I know," she said, as the door opened and we entered.

Eve was killed. I helped Castiel reopen Purgatory and we devoured the souls. Millions and millions of them. The worst mistake of my life. I did bad things in Hell? What I did when infested with those souls made Hell look like a saint.

I was definitely choked up by now so I tried my hardest to finish telling him the important things that have happened. Both Damon and Colby were freed from Hell. We met Megan, who would become my ultimate best friend, and eventually... she became someone else. She died, and God's sister brought her back as an evil ginger set on killing all the children of the Archangels.

Dad blinked. "God... has a sister?"

"Anyway!" I continued. Megan, Colby and I traveled together for a long time. After Castiel and I put Purgatory souls back, some of them stayed behind. They were called Leviathans, led by Dick Roman, and they truly wanted to take over the world. They also had a vendetta against Nephilim, and I never learned why.

Rylie was killed, which allowed release for Adrie. Shortly after she went to Heaven Dick Roman hosted a masquerade. It was there I told Colby I was ready to be with him, and that was all God needed to hear to forgive him. Colby died in front of me as a human, so he could go to Heaven and be happy with Adrie.

I gave birth to my son. Clifton Castiel Winchester. His father-? Well, he was the son of the evil angel who killed Megan. He was obsessed with me and stalked me my entire life, and did a damn good job staying hidden from me because I never knew. He 'blessed' me with my Cliffy, which turns out was the absolute best thing that ever happened to me.

Dick Roman and his Leviathans were destroyed, sent back to Purgatory. For the next year I spent it with my family, including my most definite love of my life, Murdock Leroy, the warlock heir of the wizard Merlin.

I had been on and off crying at this point, so I needed to wrap this up. I told Dad about how we had the chance to close the demon gates of Hell forever. This journey brought us to the outcast angel Metatron, who tricked Castiel into banishing all the angels from Heaven. Dean became a demon. Sam fixed him.

The angel who would kill Megan was awakened. That journey was... exhausting. What followed after was the fight to stop God's sister. AKA The Darkness. AKA Amara. That heartbroken, powerful and crazy woman almost made the sun go supernova and nearly killed God himself.

Oh, God is Chuck by the way.

"Chuck?" Dad asked.

"He was a Prophet too," I explained. "And Dad... I think that about sums up the last six years."

He was very quiet for a while. "If you decide to reject me, I'll understand." I spoke.

"Logster, that's ridiculous," he spat. "I want to meet my grandchildren. And your wizard man. I want to meet everyone."

"Oh, Dad," I teared. "You can meet whoever you want. I'm sorry I never came to see you before."

"Don't be. You've been... busy." Dad remarked. "So, you told your son you are ready for one last adventure?"

"God help me, it's going to be my last one." I decided.

"May I offer advice?"

"Go ahead, Dad."

"Wrap up any loose ends you may have. Any unfinished business. You finally decided to see me. Is there anyone else you need to see? Anything else you need to do?"

I stood up. I know it's time to leave. "Probably."

"Just get everything figured out," Dad gets up too, and hugs me again. "If it's six more years before I see you again, I'll understand."

I rolled my eyes. "You're not funny, Dad."