.-.-.-.Lucifer.-.-.-.

Summary:

After millennia of evil deeds, a fallen angel is given a second chance and is reborn as a mortal. 28 years later and he's gotten himself into a spot of bother. Spoilers throughout Season 1 & 2 and this is ending up AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything associated with the show.

Why would this chapter not end?! WHY?! Seriously, every time I thought I'd reached the end it just didn't feel right and I had to add a little more… and a little more… and a little more.

Okay, so this is the penultimate chapter. One more to go… The next one won't be as long as this one so hopefully it won't take ages to get written up. I'm really scared at posting this chapter because… it means I'm nearly finished and I'm scared of what y'all will think of how I plan to end it. Jesus… I've never been more frightened of posting a chapter EVER before!

Thank you so much for reading and for the reviews, they mean so much to me.

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It's the end of the world as we know it

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Sam lay sprawled across the back seat, head and shoulders resting in Ellen's lap in a dreamless sleep, unmoving, unhearing, unthinking. Ellen clutched him tightly, staring down at his seemingly calm features, face bloodied and hair scruffed up and matted. She felt her heart breaking and tore her gaze away, focusing on the darkening sky through the car windows.

"What's happening out there Bobby?"

"I dunno but I bet you it has something to do with Lucifer." Bobby answered gruffly, pressing his foot a little harder on the pedal.

He wanted to get Sam to the closest hospital and fast. He couldn't lose both of the remaining Winchesters… And he needed Sam to survive to somehow get through to Dean, if the eldest was still in there that was.

A fine drizzle started, water falling lightly against the windscreen and blocking Bobby's view of the road beyond. He switched the wipers on, watching as lightening scorched the sky above, a terrifying thunder accompanying it.

And then the rain was getting heavier, turning to ice before it hit the ground and shattered like broken tear drops. But he drove on, until one the size of a fist smashed into the windscreen, stopping one of the wipers as it did so, breaking it in half as the screen cracked, resembling a spider web.

The shock alone made him slam hard on the breaks, causing the car to spin a little on the road. He swore loudly, glancing at the back seat when the car had come to a halt. Ellen was still holding onto Sam tightly with one arm whilst her other hand was wound around the handle and her feet were pressed flat against the floor of the car.

"Jesus Bobby!" She called out, lifting her head and watching as more ice fell from the sky, impaling objects and pounding heavily against the roof of the car.

Bobby shook his head his disbelief, watching the scene outside the car. As far as he could tell, the storm was spreading, growing in size and intensity the longer that it raged. He knew they couldn't just sit there and wait for the storm to stop because he knew that it wasn't going to, and yet the thought of continuing to drive in it seemed like suicide. He growled and banged his hand against the steering wheel, swear words streaming from his mouth.

But just as he was about the get the car moving again, the headlights flickered and died, along with the sound of the engine, "Great! Just great! What now? What the hell else could go wrong?!"

But as the lights came on long enough to illuminate a figure approaching the car unharmed by the stones of ice, he knew his question had been answered.

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The ground beneath him rumbled and cracked, and Lucifer looked down at it briefly before closing his eyes and embracing the rushing wind as the ground rose into a hill. From there he could see further, could see the damage that his grief and anger was causing. It would have been easier if he still had his wings, but that was one thing his current body hadn't managed to acquire. It didn't mean he hadn't tried... but they just wouldn't come.

Closing his eyes once more, he just listened. Waiting for the screams and cries as people realised how close they truly were to meeting their end. They were slow to come at first, but as the Earth quaked in war against the sky, fear and panic spread. Buildings shook, foundations shaking and crumbling, weakening the structures until they started collapsing in on themselves.

And fire met the shards of ice as it rose up through cracks in the ground, the elements warring and caring for no one who got in their way. The chaos spread and Lucifer listened to the symphony, undecided whether or not it eased the aching hole inside his heart.

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Bobby's hand immediately went for the holy water, pulling the flask from his glove compartment and grasping it tightly. The figure walked forward, stopping dead when he reached the car. It was nothing but a shadow, bright eyes shining through and looking directly at Sam.

Without even thinking about the storm, Bobby pushed the door open and climbed out, pointing the flask towards the stranger in a threatening manner, "You stay the hell away from him."

The bright eyes fell on him and Bobby felt his body relax, felt himself climbing back inside the car unwillingly even though his mind tried to fight against it. Body soaked from just a few mere seconds in the storm, he was frozen in position, staring straight ahead as the stranger rounded the car and went for the back door.

"You hurt him and it will be the last thing you do." Bobby growled, his voice working even if his body failed to.

Ellen watched carefully as the figure went to reach for the door handle, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. And when it came, she threw it open with all her strength, the figure stumbling backwards as the door hit him. "You want him; you'll have to go through the pair of us."

She had a gun out and pointed at the stranger as she carefully climbed out, leaving Sam still on the backseat. But he seemed undeterred, reaching a hand towards her and touching her face before she even managed to get a shot off. She crumpled to the ground, tears swelling up in her eyes and was left there, unable to move her body and helpless as he reached in towards Sam.

Neither of them saw what happened, but they felt the stranger's presence disappear and heard a gasp from Sam. Neither of them saw Sam open his eyes which held the same unnatural bright amber glow as the strangers' and both were powerless to stop him as he climbed silently from the car and set off back the way they had come, back towards Lucifer.

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Winds whipped around him, joining in as Lucifer used Mother Nature as his own personal weapon to end the world. He reached further, mind searching for the seas and the oceans, gently nurturing them, causing them to thrash and crash and threaten to intrude on the land, threaten to smoother it.

It wasn't just the humans who felt the sudden change and he could hear the animals too, could feel them as they ran wild, knowing that something was wrong but not knowing what to do about it. The ones who could flee, fled; having more sense than the humans who stayed put hoping it would all just pass over.

And still the elements spread as Lucifer commanded them from that one spot. Treacherous weather consumed every inch of the world that it could reach; spreading towards manmade danger zones that would be sure to raise the body count.

"You always were one for dramatics Lucifer."

Lucifer's eyes blinked open and he stared down, hard fiery eyes meeting the bright amber of the new comer.

"I know what you're thinking," He continued when Lucifer failed to respond. He glanced down at his new body, studying it for a moment before lifting his gaze back up to meet Lucifer's, plastering a taunting grin on his face, "But it's not like he needs it now, right?"

Lucifer stepped forward in anger, allowing himself to plummet to the ground where he landed gracefully, unfaltering as the earth tremored beneath his feet. He strode purposefully towards the intruder who dared to wear Sam as a meat suit, staring him down and daring him to make a wrong move.

"Jeremiel, right?" Lucifer asked, focused only on the amber eyes of the Archangel before him, "And what have I done to deserve this honour?"

Jeremiel scoffed, "You really need to ask? I mean, seriously… you think you can bring forth Armageddon without the big guy noticing?"

"Was kinda hoping he didn't care…" Lucifer half shrugged.

Jeremiel shook his head and sighed, "You have lived the last twenty eight years as a mortal."

"As a LIE!"

But the angel carried on as if Lucifer hadn't spoken, "You were given a choice that not many are so lucky to get."

"Yeah? Maybe I chose wrongly!"

"Well, now is your chance to decide 'cause guess what… for some reason He thinks you deserve a second chance… or third chance… or whatever the hell chance you're up to. He's giving you a choice."

"You mean he just doesn't want me to take his little project out?"

"Return to life as the mortal Winchester…" Jeremiel continued, growling the words as he ignored Lucifer, "Or continue down this path so you can go back to being that evil son of a bitch you were born to be. Personally I think you've made your decision quite obvious by the way you've been acting."

The angel's voice dripped with disgusted venom and it's amber eyes were full of deep loathing. And all Lucifer could do was remain silent and think about what it had just said.

"Well, I told him it would be a waste of time. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You are Lucifer, the first evil… and that's who you'll always be. I don't know why He bothers with you. You're a lost cause… from the moment you were created."

"Shut up!" Lucifer demanded. A low rumbling growl escaped from his throat and he bared his teeth at the angel, stepping forward so he was only inches away from it, "You know nothing."

He was given a roll of the eyes and a patronising smile in reply. "I know that you're filth. You had everything but still you wanted more… and now look at you. You poison everything around you… including Samuel. He had a chance you know, he could have been good but instead he became infected by your evil. You killed him."

"Don't you dare speak about him like that! Don't you dare speak about him at all! The only poison around here is yours!"

"How dare you?!" The angel screeched, rolling up his features as if he had just tasted something foul, "I am an angel and you… you're no better than a low level demon."

"No!" Lucifer shouted; the winds and weather dying as he fought to be heard, "I'm no angel but I'm no demon either!"

"You're nothing."

"No…" Lucifer repeated; turning away and looking down at the ground, letting the words sink in. He felt defeated, felt the agonising pain screaming inside of him. He was unable to look at the angel… unable to look at the face of Sam… his brother… Denial rang clearly in his voice as a long forgotten memory seeped through the edges, smothering him as he felt himself breaking from the inside, "I'm a brother…"

"You lost your brothers when you fell from grace, Lucifer."

"Stop calling me that!"

To this the angel laughed, unable to stop itself, "And what would you prefer I call you? Dean Winchester? Is that who you think you are? Who you want to be? I don't believe you for a moment…"

"I don't care what you believe." He mumbled in reply, a sulking tone to his voice and Jeremiel paused his taunting to simply stare.

"If that's how you feel… He's willing to give it all back to you." The angel's voice softened, walking around the broken man so they were face to face, "If you really want that, he'll take this all away and give you back that life."

"How? Why? There's nothing to go back to anymore…"

"You mean Sam…" Jeremiel nodded, knowing that he was right before he even received an answer, "Well… he'll make you a different deal for Sam."

And at this Lucifer looked up, his fiery eyes no longer fiery; hazel shining through the tears and he swallowed hard, "And what's that?"

"You put an end to this whole apocalypse thing for starters… and then you forget everything. And I mean everything. No memories of Lucifer… no memories of Dean… you won't remember being a fallen angel, a brother, a son… you'll be a blank slate and you'll never see Sam again."

"And then Sam'll be fine? He'll be alive?"

"Yes."

There was no thinking needed, no time needed to reason… it was the easiest choice he would ever have to make, "Fine."

"Wait… fine? No more questions? No minor objections? Nothing?" Jeremiel's eyes grew wide in surprise and he shook his head in disbelief, "I guess He was right after all."

"Right about what?"

"Right about the fact that you had grown to care for someone so much that you would sacrifice everything for them." Jeremiel smiled sincerely, "Then that's your decision. The world keeps on turning, Sam lives and you..."

"Lose everything either way."

"And you have a little faith in the old man… like he has in you."

It was a suggestion rather than a prophetic statement, leaving him puzzled and raising a quizzical eyebrow. But before he had a chance to voice his questions to the angel… Jeremiel touched his face gently and he felt his world darkening until there was nothing.

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