Okay so yes, this was going to be a oneshot, and yes, I ended it terribly, and yes, I hope to fix it with this. Anyway, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING maxfan2853! Anyway, thanks for motivating me to write this second, and last, installment of Lucifer Rising (not a creative name, I know) and to make a (hopefully) better ending. Here it is!

After Castiel suggested that Sam say yes and then throw Lucifer into the Cage for humanity, Dean went ballistic. Sam was saying it's my choice and my life and what am I compared to the millions, hell, billions of people I'll save? Even as Sam was shaking in fear because Sam sure as hell knew that once he did this, Lucifer was going to be pissed. And Dean was screaming that Sam, you're my little brother goddamnit- Sammy please. But Sam was adamant and Castiel was agreeing with Sam and Dean didn't know how he was going to let Sam do that.

And then it was done.

Sam was in Hell, in the motherfucking Pit, the circle of Hell Alistair wouldn't even go near, the section of Hell that demons were fucking scared of even though there was a barrier around the damn thing, a barrier that had kept the Devil in for so long, and Sam is in there my brother, my baby brother is in there with not just Lucifer but Michael too and Michael has to be pissed and-

For a bit, Dean couldn't handle it, that Sam was there, had been tortured by the damn Devil before and was going through it again, but Dean healed quicker than anyone expected, and he picked up and left to see Lisa because if I can't get Sam out I'm going to make damn sure that I do what he wanted me to.

Dean though about Sam on some nights, and on some days and actually, he thought about Sam a whole fucking lot but Sam was all he had had left. Ben was a lot like Sam, or Dean liked to pretend so. He liked to pretend that this was his second chance, that Ben was Sam and here he was raising a kid all over again but Ben was so similar to Dean that it wasn't the same.

So yeah, he cried for Sam sometimes. Sometimes Lisa had to stay awake with him until he went to sleep or he'd break out the whiskey and cry like a baby even though it was nothing like the old Dean. Even though it was everything like the new Dean.

So Dean cried while Sam screamed, and Castiel didn't interfere with either because he hadn't seen Dean this happy since he was a child. Because, according to Heaven, Samuel Winchester deserved what he was getting and it wasn't worth the risk to even think about trying to save him. Because, according to Heaven, a stealthy angel was sipping the memory of Sam out of Dean's head slowly.

Dean lived the rest of his suburban life happy, and normal. He was happier than anyone in his family had ever been. Mary had lived a hunting life, and when she finally got out, was soon killed by a demon. John was a hunter who died easier than most, not bloody, but still horribly. Sam... He couldn't understand why, but slowly, the hurt slipped away.

Dean felt normal. Lisa and Ben became his family. He got to see Ben grow up. He got to see Ben get married. He even got to see a grandkid, something he'd never even hoped for. Why had he never expected a grandchild? Dean wondered why he was surprised when he lived to see 40. And 60. And 70. And 75. When he died, he wondered why Death thought him important. Was this Death guy even real anyways? Or just a death-induced hallucination?

When he got to Heaven, Dean wondered why all his memories were of a guy named Sam. And an Impala.

Then it all came back.

All the memories.

Hunting.

Sam.

Sam.

Sam.

"Castiel!"