AN: I'm so sorry for the cliffhanger but you know how I can be haha. Hope you enjoy this next chapter.

For a moment, all Michael could do was stare and then tears began to fall down his face. He ran as fast as he could to Lucifer's side, his hands wrapping around his younger brother's body. He gripped him tightly as more light began to shine through.

"You-you can't die! Lucifer it's going to be okay! You're . . . you're going to be . . . okay . . ."

A small smile came upon Lucifer's face as he softly put his hand upon Michael's cheek, wiping his tears away. "You're alright. That's all that matters."

"No . . . you can't die on me! Lucifer don't you dare leave me again!" screeched Michael.

"Sorry brother but . . . but it doesn't really look like I'll have a choice," replied Lucifer with some difficulty as his eyes closed.

"No," whispered Michael over and over again. This couldn't be happening to him. This couldn't be happening to him!

The light around Lucifer's wound began to glow brighter and brighter. Everyone else in the room looked away, quickly shielding their eyes. The light should've built and built, suddenly vanishing in a flash. And the light did build but it didn't disappear. It stayed at the same brightness for some time.

Then, slowly, the light began to dim. Almost a minute had passed before the light was fully gone.

The eyes in the room opened and heads turned to look at the archangel leaning over his brother. His body was covered in sweat and he was breathing heavily. However, he looked happy and relieved because below him, his brother opened his eyes.

Though Castiel was the only other person in the room that could see it, Michael's grace had become extremely fragile, using a good bit of it to heal Lucifer. It was broken now, frayed around the edges, looking nothing like it once had.

Michael's grace would heal however. It would take time and the once powerful angel would have to be careful but it would heal. Everything was going to be okay, thought Cas. Finally, everything had been put to right and Dean was alive as well.

The click of a pistol sounded through the room.

Heads turned and bodies froze to see who was being aimed at now. However, Sebastian Moran wasn't aiming at any of the participants in the room. The gun was pointed at his own head.

"Hasn't there been enough bloodshed already!?" cried out the Doctor, hands clenched at his sides. "Just stop it now! What is there to gain out of shooting yourself?"

"Everything," Sebastian replied simply. "You wouldn't understand Doctor."

The Doctor froze, the realization of the sniper's words hitting him full force. He was surprised that he hadn't seen it before. "You loved him."

"Of course. How could I not? Jim pulled me from the gutter, quite literally, and gave me a new life. He's brilliant, still smarter than the lot of you," Seb said.

"First of all, I do understand," the Doctor said, "and second, if you loved him, why shoot yourself? Wouldn't Moriarty prefer it if you continued to live on and—"

"And what? Get thrown into a high security prison?" asked Sebastian with a laugh. "Besides, you said it yourself, I loved him. I never said anything about Jim loving me back. I knew full well that it was one sided."

The Doctor continued to try and convince him out of it. "Then why kill yourself?"

"I promised Jim that I'd follow him wherever he went. Even into death."

"But he was a demon," Dean said, now getting into the argument. He honestly could care less if Sebastian killed himself. However, he would back up the Doctor on this one. "You're human. You'll probably not even end up in the same afterlife if you end up in the same afterlife at all."

"But there's a chance right? That we could end up together? Even if it is a small one, I'll take it."

"No!"

The Doctor rushed forward but it was no use and then Sebastian's body lay on the floor. His blood slowly trickled over the T.A.R.D.I.S.'s floor as the Doctor turned his face away. The T.A.R.D.I.S. itself thrummed softly, trying to comfort the Doctor.

For a moment, no one talked. Lucifer and Michael stood up along with everyone else but the silence remained. Finally Sherlock spoke. He seemed the least shocked out of everyone.

"I see you two survived then, Dean, Michael. Did you happen to see John?"

"I'm sorry Sherlock, but I don't know," replied Dean.

"The Master didn't know where he was either," Lucifer added.

The Doctor's eyes widened as he said, "You spoke to the Master? When?"

"When Moriarty sent me out to see what was making all that noise. He was the one who freed me. He said he was helping to pay you back because he felt like he should."

The Doctor nodded in understanding and silence fell upon the room again.

"We should probably do something about the bodies," Bobby finally said.

"Releasing them into space would be a good idea," put in Sam. "I can't really think of anywhere we could bury them back on Earth."

Everyone nodded in agreement and they set to work, gathering the bodies. As the Doctor set the air field and Dean and Sam carried the two bodies to the door, Crowley and Bobby began to clean up the blood on the floor. Once the Doctor had nodded, Sam opened up the doors and then the brothers pushed the bodies into space.

And then Sebastian Moran and Jim Moriarty were no more.

"How did you even survive?" asked Castiel. He was extremely glad that his brother and Dean were alive but he was still confused about it.

"Um, I'm not entirely positive on how we did so either but we ended up in some strange parallel universe. Which reminds me! Doctor, I have a message for you."

Dean walked over to the TimeLord and whispered in his ear all that Rose had told him. It wasn't word for word but it got the message across and when he pulled back, a tear had formed in the Doctor's eyes.

A small smile came upon his lips as he murmured, "Oh Rose . . . I'm glad you're happy."

No one else, besides of course Dean and Michael, understood what had just happened but suddenly the Doctor looked a little happier. He still seemed broken over what had just happened but at least some happiness remained.

Sherlock then interjected and said, "Doctor, what is the possibility that John is alive?"

"It's impossible to really say. But I promise, I'll keep looking for him until I he's found," said the Doctor.

"Thank you," Sherlock replied simply.

"You're welcome. Here's my phone number."

"You have a phone number?"

"Of course, how do you expect me to get into contact with people?" asked the Doctor, a bit of his old bounce back. However, everyone could still see behind that he was holding a lot back. After giving Sherlock the number, the Doctor then said, "Now, who would like to go home?"

Every head in the room nodded.