Chapter 11: Reunited, Part 2

(Third Person POV)

Lucifer dropped his daughter's hand and stomped over to where his brother Michael was standing and got up in his face, furious and steaming. "Take it back, brother," Lucifer said as he pushed him sharply.

"No, I like her better this way, in pain, bleeding, crying, dying," he said with a cocky smirk. "So I will not listen to my sinning brother, as I only do the work of God, my Father."

"You honestly think that Dad would want this for her? He created her too, you know!"

"And it was the worst mistake of his life."

Dean was furious now. He stomped up to Michael and said to him, "You take it back; you say you do the work of God, but you've only caused pain for everyone. I can't believe I even considered saying yes to your little offer all those years ago." Michael scoffed and rolled his eyes, and with a snap of his fingers, Dean's lips were sealed, like literally, sealed closed.

"Brother, she's dead; I can't get a pulse or a breath from her. I can't get her back," Cas said with a choke. Sam was cradling her in his arms, crying and brushing her hair out of her face and muttering at her to come back to him.

Lucifer and Michael sparred, throwing punches, scratching each other, flaring their wings, and lunging at each other with their blades. Just then, there was a light and a crash of thunder and out of the light stepped out a familiar face from Sam and Dean's past: Chuck Shurley.

"Sons!" Chuck yelled out. Michael, Lucifer, and Cas fell to their right knees and dropped their heads and put their blade points to the ground. Sam and Dean, confused and shocked at the same time, genuflected alongside the angels. Chuck walked across the line of his bowing subjects, and when he walked past Dean, without a word or a downward glance, snapped his fingers and his lips were unsealed. He instantly stopped when he saw a dead Annabella cradled in Sam's arms. He waved everyone out of the way, and took Annabella in his arms. He choked back a sob while he moved the hair out of her face.

"Michael!" he yelled out to the archangel. He lifted his head up, fear crossing his face and worry in his eyes as he looked at his furious father. Chuck handed Annabella to Sam and looked to Michael. He grabbed him by the collar and jerked him upward harshly, with force that would leave a red mark on his neck. "You have killed something most precious to me," Chuck said with fury and rage. "You have killed your own sister, Michael. How would you even think to do a thing," he said to him. He continued with the same urgency and anger, "You have never listened to me, you have never done what you have been told, you started a war, you forced me into hiding it was so bad. I don't know if you are a proper angel anymore."

"Father, please, I have only done what I thought was good for humanity and Heaven, I thought I was pleasing your wishes, Father!" Michael said with a sob. God pushed him to the ground, and Michael cowered in fear below his father. With a snap of his fingers, Michael went up in a column of smoke. Chuck wiped his eye, and said, "I really wish that he would listen."

After the smoke went away, Chuck rushed over to Sam and took Annabella in his arms again. His tears fell onto her face, and he pulled her tighter to him. "I should have protected you, my daughter," he said as he clutched her tightly.

"Can she make it, Chuck?" Sam asked him with urgency.

"Maybe. I'll need a little piece of someone's soul to jumpstart her Grace," Chuck said as he looked worriedly at Sam, Dean, Cas, and Lucifer.

"I'll do it," Cas said. Sam and Dean looked at him with shock, and Dean placed his hand on his shoulder and jerked him to face him and he said, "Cas, buddy, if you do this, it may not work, and, and, you could die. You wouldn't be here with us; with me."

"This is something I want to do for Annabella; my father matched us together because our souls matched each other's, balancing the other out. Father, I'm doing it," Cas said to him while at the same time trying to maintain his composure.

"Are you sure, my son? This is risky."

"Yes, Father, I am sure. And Dean?"

"Yes, Cas?"

"I love you."

Dean looked at him with shock as Cas looked at him, almost close to crying. He finally said to him, with a true and sincere voice, and with more emotion and love in his voice than ever before, "I know, Cas. Me too. I love you, too," and Dean and Cas kissed fiercely, as if they would never see each other again. They broke apart and held their foreheads closely together for a moment. Dean placed a kiss on the tip of Cas' nose and he smiled.

Chuck placed his hand on Cas' chest, and extracted a bit of his soul, just the smallest bit, and Cas buckled back into Sam and Dean's arms. He handed Annabella to Lucifer, and he held her carefully as Chuck placed his finger with the blue grace trailing behind it gently on her chest, leaving it there for a few seconds and muttering something in a language nobody understood. Almost instantly, she breathed a huge breath and doubled over heaving. Annabella hugged Cas and whispered into his ear, "Thank you for your soul, Cassie baby," and she winked at him and leaned back in to say, "Go get him, tiger."

"I need to talk with Lucifer," Chuck said to the others and placed his hand on his shoulder, "Alone. We'll be back." They both got up and left, but not before Chuck gave Annabella a quick nick under the chin with his finger and she smiled at him. They walked over to the terrace and overlooked the Los Angeles skyline, bright and buzzing.

"I never should have done the things I did to you, Father. I regret it, all of it. I should have listened to your every word and followed it without question," Lucifer said with sorrow in his words.

"No, my son. I should have listened to you, thought about your words. I never should have given you this harsh treatment and sent you to that horrid place. I never should have inflicted that on you," Chuck said.

"We should both be listening to each other more, I think, Father."

"I agree. Are we better now, my son?" Chuck said as he outstretched his arms to Lucifer, and they both held each other there for a moment. They pulled apart to see smiles on both of their faces. Lucifer put his hand over his heart and staggered back a bit, holding onto the railing for support. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in millennia, the feel of Grace.

"Father, did you give me my Grace back?" Lucifer asked with a tear in his eye. Chuck nodded and he hugged him again.

"I love you son. Let's go back home. Judgement Day nears," Chuck said with a grin and they were both gone in an instant.

"So… I guess I'll see you in Heaven, then?" Annabella said with a smile and her hands shoved into her jacket pockets. Sam laughed.

"I guess so. But that's only if I do get Heaven," Sam said with a laugh.

"Oh please. Everyone knows all hunters go to Heaven. Your parents are there, I managed to pull some strings and now Bobby's there, the Harvelles are there. And I'll make sure you go to Heaven, Sammy," Annabella said while rolling her eyes and pushing a stray blonde lock behind her ear.

"I'm going to miss you."

"I know," Annabella said while walking away. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks and pivoted on her heels to turn back towards Sam. "I forgot to tell you something, Sam."

"What is it Annabella?" Sam questioned.

"When you do get to Heaven, ask for Jess." The name sounded familiar to Sam, a lost memory that seemed to be brought back whenever he was with Annabella. The memory of Jess. Could… could it be?

"Ask for Jess? Why?"

"Because that's the name of my vessel. Well, nickname for Jessica. Jessica Moore," Annabella said as she walked over to where Dean and Cas were.

While Sam stood utterly dumbshocked at what Annabella- no, Jess- no- fuck it, whoever she is, Dean and Cas were trying to explain how they felt about each other. Dean said to Cas with the same love and urgency as always, "I need you, Cas. I love you so much, I can't imagine a life without you, and I just want to thank you for raising me from Perdition. I couldn't have asked for anything more amazing from you."

"Dean, my love, I love you and I need you to be with me forever. When you die, I will make sure we never leave each other's sides. I love you and I need you. I am so glad I raised you up. I believe in you, Dean. Thank you," Cas said. He grabbed the back of Dean's head and pulled his lips to his, meeting them in a heated kiss, all the built-up feelings from these past six years, all the tension, all the pain and unspoken words.

"Guess I'll see you there, then. But only if we can make love every night and you'll never leave my side," Dean said to him with a smirk and a nip on the ear, taking note from Annabella. Cas moaned a bit and laughed.

"Of course we can. I'll do anything for you," Cas said to Dean before meeting his lips in a kiss, only to be stopped short by Annabella.

"Hey, brother. Let's get out of here. I'll race you home… But one condition- we fly. Not our teleport flying, but real flying. Using our wings."

Cas' eyes lit up. He stood up, his hand and Dean's lingering on each other. He leaned in close to Annabella and said, "Then let's fly." She got a giddy smile on her face, and the two walked back to the far railing, looked each other in the eye, and ran. When they got to the railing overlooking the city, they jumped on top of it, and jumped off, their wings manifesting and uncurling. Cas' were onyx, and Annabella's were a shining array of white and gold. They flew out over the city of Los Angeles, and were not seen by Sam and Dean again for many years.

The End…

Or is it?