Disclaimer: Is there even a point to doing this when I'm not going to be sued. No ownership to anything except my keyboard over here.
A/N: Yo, so I wrote supernatural fic, since that fandom's my newest significant other at the moment. No worries, I'm still writing for Harry Potter, too. But there may be more spn in the future. Just fyi. (Why is it that I never write for my favorite characters first? My hp fics being the exception here. Anyway.) Cross-posted on tumblr.
Warnings: end!verse Sam and Lucifer, guys. Need I say more.
A Possibility of Change
Lucifer speaks soothingly as he breaks Dean Winchester's neck under his foot. It's alright, Sam. He made his choices, remember? He sends a press of calm over Sam's agitated muttering and shifting.
That's when he sees the other-Dean, Dean from five years previously, frozen with horror written sharply across his face.
"Oh," Lucifer says, and afterward, after he leaves other-Dean to deal with the approaching Zachariah, they stop briefly at Detroit — rather, what was once Detroit — because Sam has pushed past the calm and wants to speak. The ruins of Detroit, kept empty and preserved at Lucifer's decree of this spot of sacred, are a place that he thinks will help with the conversation Sam wants to have.
But won't it change things, he says. Won't Dean change how things go? He'll stop me before I go to you.
Yes, he will, Lucifer agrees. But this — we — will always happen one way or another, remember. Destiny isn't so easily thwarted.
True, Sam says. I just worry what else he'll manage to change.
Your brother is quite stubborn, Lucifer says.
I guess it doesn't affect us, Sam decides at last. I just wish —
That Dean, the Dean of their time, hadn't had to die. An older brother killed in place of Michael, perhaps, and Sam's quiet sorrow isn't an outcome Lucifer would have wished for.
No, we will remain unaffected, no matter the changes made, he says, leaving any remarks about Dean's death unsaid, and away they fly again.