Turning Point
Dean's Point of View
I burst in on Lucifer holding Lisa with a knife at her throat. Her body was covered in wounds, some large, some small, but all of which were bleeding a lot.
"Dean, you decided to join us! How very thoughtful of you!" Lucifer said, smiling at me. Man, he was a sick, twisted, son of a bitch.
"LET HER GO!" I shouted.
"Really? Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked.
"STOP FUCKING AROUND, LUCIFER! LET LISA GO!" I shouted.
"Alright, have it your way then," Lucifer released Lisa, but as he did, he released the knife too. As Lisa crashed to the floor, the knife plunged into her chest, killing her.
"NOOOO!" I screamed, running over to her. I held her in my arms, crying and rocking her back and forth.
"MOM!" Ben shouted, getting up from where he had been trapped until a moment ago and sitting down, crying.
"Oh pooh, that wasn't supposed to happen… Well, my mistake!" Lucifer laughed.
Tears were pouring out of my eyes as I got up, giving Ben a moment alone with his mother.
"I suppose you will be wanting Sam now too, then? Alright, Michael, you can bring him in," Lucifer gestured to the door that Michael was now coming through, carrying Sam's body.
"SAMMIE!" I screamed, rushing to my brother and taking him from the arms of the archangel.
"There's no point in trying to communicate with him, he's not at home right now," Michael said.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" I asked.
"All I have done is get revenge on the two knuckleheads who got me into this mess. If you had just done what you were told, we wouldn't be doing this in the first place…" Michael exclaimed.
"Watch your tone, boy. You forget who you are speaking to," Lucifer said forcefully.
"I'm speaking to a couple of assholes is what I'm doing," I cried, laying Sam's body on the ground next to where Ben was still hugging Lisa's body.
"ENOUGH OF THIS! You have lost, Dean Winchester," Lucifer laughed.
Sam's Point of View
I could hear everything that was going on, but could do nothing. Michael had trapped me here with some kind of magic, that I could be sure of. All I needed to do was find the magic sigil that he was using to keep me here and I could leave again, but angles were sneaky little buggers, and they knew how to hide what they didn't want found.
"Hello, Sam Winchester," I heard a voice, but this one was not nearly as dark as the others I had been hearing all day.
"Who are you?" I called out.
"The Pale Rider, the Angel of Death," he said before appearing before me.
"Death?"
"You are correct, boy. But show some more respect, I am far older than you could possibly imagine."
"What are you doing inside my head?"
"I've come to remove the wall. It's not doing any good just sitting in here…Maybe I can recycle it in some other human's mind."
"It's shattered."
"I noticed; is Michael having a temper tantrum again?"
"I guess so. He and Lucifer are…"
"Trying to get revenge on you and your brother?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, maybe there is something I can do to help."
"Like what? Kill Lucifer and Michael?"
"No, but there is something I can do for you."
"Really? Then what is it?"
"When the time comes for you to kill them, I can keep you alive. Trust me, when you stab them, a great light will appear that could burn the flesh off your bones, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that when you stab an archangel, such a great light radiates out of them that it would burn the flesh off any mortal who sees it. If there had been any humans there when Gabriel was killed, they would have died."
I looked Death straight in the eye to see if he was bluffing.
"Silly human, I cannot bluff."
"Just checking…"
"Well, do you want my help or not?"
"Can you get me out of here?"
"I can."
"Then by all means, do so!"
Death simply had to snap his fingers and I was out of my mind and back to the real world.
Michael's Point of View
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sam Winchester sit up.
"How are you out? I used my strongest spell to seal you there" I yelled, turning my back to Dean Winchester.
"Let's just say I had a little help from someone who is far older than you, Michael," Sam said, rising to his feet and joining his brother.
"Sammie?" Dean asked, hugging his brother.
"I'm ok, Dean."
I looked at both of them with disgust.
"What a couple of morons. Do you think that because your beloved Sammie is free that we will not still beat you?"
"I don't care if we beat you, you son of a bitch. All I care about is getting to kick your ass one more time," Dean said.
"DEAN!" someone shouted from behind me. I turned around to see my little brother, Castiel, and some fat human at the other side of the room. Castiel was carrying his blade, the blade that all angels carried and the blade that was capable of killing Lucifer and I.
"What do you think you are doing? You would betray your brothers for these insignificant insects?" I shouted.
"He won't do it, Michael. He doesn't have the guts," Lucifer laughed.
Sam's Point of View
Cas and Bobby had appeared at the other side of the room, and I was glad to see them. Cas was holding in his hand our only hope of ending this battle forever, and I was the only one who could do anything about it. I was the only one of us strong enough to wield the sword and successfully stab Michael and Lucifer.
"SAM, CATCH!" Cas threw the sword over both Michael and Lucifer's heads, and I caught it with ease.
"EVERYONE GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!" I shouted, crouching down as if I was a tiger hunting its prey.
"SAM, I WON'T LEAVE YOU!" Dean shouted, scooping up Lisa's body and holding Ben's hand.
"YOU HAVE NO CHOICE!"
Dean motioned for the rest of our group to leave, and they left quickly. I imagine that Cas had somehow managed to transport them all back to Bobby' house; Cas knew what happened when you killed an archangel.
"Little Sammie Winchester, you never learn?" Lucifer taunted.
"You're weak. Insignificant. Useless. You don't really think you will be able to kill us, do you?" Michael asked, laughing at me.
"Oh I will, so don't be surprised when I plunge this sword into your heart," I said, circling them both.
"Well, have fun trying, cause we'll have you dead before you can say Heaven," Michael said.
"Really, because I think I have already won!" I launched myself at Lucifer, blade shining, and plunged it into his heart.
"NO!" Michael screamed, his face twisted with pain and anger.
Lucifer began to scream, grasping at his chest as the sword plunged deeper into his heart. His eyes began to turn black, and his skin was somehow on fire. He writhed, hoping to get away from the sword, but every time he moved, it sank deeper and deeper into his chest. After a minute or two of this, his body exploded in a flash of white light, and Lucifer, the Morningstar, the Prince of Darkness, was dead.
"MURDERER! YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!" Michael shouted, leaping at me.
Michael grabbed my throat and tried to choke be, but it was useless. With the sword in my hand, he was no match for me. I got free of him for a moment, just long enough to swing around and plunge the sword into his heart too.
"ARRRRGGGHHH!" he screamed, grasping his chest the same way Lucifer had. Michael screamed the whole time he was dying, and soon enough, his body exploded in the same way Lucifer's had. I stood over the bodies of the two brothers, the two archangels, and smiled.
"It's finally over."