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Chapter 25

A nice house with a picket fence

"One of your FBI friends is going to let us stay here for nothing?" Dean asked as he dropped his bag in the entryway.

"I don't know if I would call Agent Moss a friend exactly. We more or less clicked based upon our general dislike of everything."

Dean shrugged as he went to investigate the rest of the house.

Sam shook his head with amusement before looking at Tor. "Umm, do you want to stay in the same room with me, or do you want to stay by yourself, or?"

Victoria stopped him by shoving her bag into his chest. "Find the biggest room and stake a claim for both of us. I'm going to start the warding."

Sam smiled as he followed his instructions.

Victoria wondered just how upset Agent Moss would be over the graffiti in his safe house.

"Victoria?"

Mary just got done spraying a sigil and decided it would be a good time to talk.

"Yes?"

"I don't really know how to begin this, I haven't been back in my boys' lives for long, but I can tell that Sam really cares for you."

"And I him."

"Victoria, Sam has been through a lot, if you think that maybe you aren't completely in this, you should tell him."

Victoria stopped painting to look at Mary. She could see concern in her eyes, and maybe even a bit of fear.

"Mary, I have seen loss, pain, and grief. For a while, those were the only emotions I was accustomed to. Not necessarily on my own account, but with others. Your family showed me there was more. There is caring, concern. When Sam was missing, I lost all sense of who I was. Who I worked so hard to become. I became nothing but a dangerous emotion. When I learned Sam still wanted me after that, I knew I was completely in this. He knows everything about me, and chooses to need me in spite of it. So, there should be no concern on your part about my feelings regarding Sam."

"I didn't mean to pry, I just am at a loss at times. They were children in heaven, and now they're full grown men and I missed all of that."

"You did. Sam was always fortunate to have Dean. He was everything to him. And now Dean has Castiel. A person cannot have a stronger protector than an Angel."

Mary's gaze fell to the floor. Victoria realized she didn't say the right thing.

"Your death was only caused by your interference. You were trying to save your son. That is admirable. Whether they are children or full grown men, they still need their mother. Time doesn't matter, relationships matter."

Victoria wasn't quite sure she believed that, but it sounded good.

"Whatever you and Sam are, I'm glad you're in his life. He's better with you."

Victoria smiled. "I'm better with him. I struggled a great deal of my life with defining things, making perimeters, hoping to fit within them. I never did. It took a great deal of time for me to realize that not fitting within any certain box is perfectly okay. I am me. I save people, I kill monsters, I'm incredibly intelligent, and I'm much happier in the presence of one Sam Winchester." Victoria finished painting her sigil, smiled at Mary, and went to go find her best friend.

"Fish do not speak Dean, and even if they could, one fish would not be able to converse with another species of fish just by saying they can speak 'whale'."

Dean turned the television off angrily. "All right Cas, we were just trying to watch a family-friendly movie about a fish. But I guess we can't."

Victoria and Sam smiled at each other as they were playing Scrabble on Sam's iPad.

Elizabeth was quietly reading fairy tales to her unborn baby in the corner of the room by the fireplace. She chose ones with heroes who saved princesses and slayed dragons.

Mary was curled up in a chair reading a novel she had never gotten around to. She had a cup of tea in one hand, sipping it between pages.

It was nice.

It was peaceful.

It was the calm before the storm.

Victoria first noticed it when she was looking out the window over the sink while drinking her first morning cup of coffee.

The previous night had not been a good one. She heard Aristede's screams every time she closed her eyes. Sam's presence helped, but even his brightness couldn't break through the dark. She knew what she wanted, what she felt she needed, to make the screams stop. But she knew she couldn't. She wouldn't.

Victoria cautiously approached what looked like still lightning. She placed her hand to it, and was surprised when her hand disappeared. She became more adventurous and stepped into it. Her foot disappeared. No pain, just like a doorway. She shrugged her shoulders and stepped completely through.

The view was bleak. Everything was gray, as if the world had lost its color. She looked behind her to make sure the doorway was still there.

A creature she had never seen before came running towards her. Its thoughts were jumbled, screaming, and incoherent. She put her hand up out of instinct and the thing fell down, smoking, and dead.

Two men were approaching her. Victoria braced herself, ready to fight. The men were armed to the hilt. Victoria felt her Kimber in her pocket and placed her hand on it, ready to draw if the opportunity presented itself.

"You're not a halo." The taller one said as he pulled down his hood.

"No, she's not, but she ain't human either." The one with the beard said as he got closer to her.

Victoria was unsure of what to do. She didn't like harming humans, unless absolutely necessary.

"My name is Victoria Doyle. I am a Chosen One. I do not know if you have those here. However, I can assure you I mean you no harm. Are you hunters?"

The two men looked at each other and put down their guns.

"I guess you could say that." The taller one looked at her. "I'm Rufus. And what the hell do you mean by here?"

Victoria gestured behind her. "That light is a sort of doorway. Between our two worlds. I am not from here."

The bearded one looked at the light. "A doorway huh? I'm Bobby."

Victoria nodded. "Yes, it appeared in my backyard, and me being me, I walked through it."

Victoria turned as Castiel appeared behind her.

"He's a halo." Bobby lifted his gun up.

Victoria shielded Castiel. "He's a friend."

Castiel turned his head. "Bobby?"

"How does he know my name?"

Victoria looked at him.

"You existed in my world. As did your friend, Rufus. What happened here? Are Sam and Dean here? Mary or John Winchester?"

As Castiel and Victoria stepped back into their world, they had a plan.

Dean talked with a bite of pie in his mouth. "So, we trap his ass in this Apocalypse world and let the suped up supes have at 'em?"

Sam looked slightly troubled. "What about the humans over there? Apocalypse Bobby and Rufus?"

Victoria looked at Castiel. He sadly smiled before answering Sam's question. "We gave them the option of coming over here before we trapped Lucifer. They refused. They still believe there is hope for their world, and they believe they are the only means for that hope. Michael defeated Lucifer in that world, and I have no doubt he will do so again."

"So, we're sending him to his death?"

Cas looked at Dean. "Essentially."

"Awesome."

"Vicky, you think this will work?"

"I'm pretty sure. Once Jack is born that rift should close."

"So, he's almost here then, and you won't be able to be here for it."

Victoria sat next to her sister on the bed.

"I can't be Lizzie. Dean thinks I can channel the feelings I had that day I did what I did to that demon. He thinks I can send Lucifer through if the other plan doesn't work."

"I understand."

"Lizzie, Mary will be here with you."

"I know, and she's so sweet, but you're my sister. And this is so scary. I've tried to be so strong. But I'm gonna die, Vicky."

Victoria took her sister's hands in her own. They were cold, and trembling.

"I asked Castiel about Heaven. He told me that each soul generates its own perfect place. You'll be with your family, Lizzie. You'll be happy. Ezekiel will be there, and he can tell you how we're doing." Victoria didn't blink for fear of tears. "You will be in paradise."

"Promise me something."

"Of course."

"Promise me that you'll be happy. That you'll do everything you can to enjoy your life. I know you have responsibilities, and Chosen One things to do, but please be as happy as you possibly can."

Victoria allowed the tears to escape. "I promise."

"And that you'll tell my son how much I love him. How good he is, and how I know the world will be a much better place because he's in it."

"Every day."

"I love you Vicky. I'm so sorry for everything in our lives. For Mama and Daddy, and me. I am just so sorry."

"There is no need to apologize Elizabeth. I promise you, none of it matters."

"You forgive me?"

"Without your even asking."

"I love you."

Victoria helped her sister lay back on the bed. "Get some rest Lizzie." Victoria kissed her on the forehead before whispering, "I love you too."

"You know of course that Moose and Squirrel will be angry with you for this."

Victoria looked the demon in the eyes. "I'm fully aware, yes."

"And you want to do it anyway?"

"Would I have contacted you otherwise?"

"I think I like you even more now."

"My life's ambition. The soul you are to sacrifice?"

"Ah yes, one of the traitors who so easily sided with Lucifer."

"I don't care as long as it's not human."

Ezekiel appeared beside Victoria. "Are we really to work with him?"

"Unfortunately, yes. He's somewhat powerful, and Lucifer hates him. He makes good bait."

"You know love, you could offend me."

"I. Don't. Care."

"Do you have an estimated time of his arrival?"

"I can sense him, it's strange and unsettling. No less than an hour. Both of you be there in forty five minutes. I'll seal the house."

"Are you sure that wasn't just a one hit wonder?"

Victoria flashed lavender eyes at him. "I'm positive."

"Tor, where the hell were you? Liz is in some serious pain in there."

"I bought you some beer." Victoria held the six pack up to Dean.

"You're forgiven." Dean took a swig before continuing. "Any idea when the kid's Dad will be here?"

"I'm not sensing anything, so I think we have a while yet."

Sam looked at Victoria quizzically. She smiled slightly at him.

"Is Castiel with Lizzie?"

Dean nodded. "And Mom. But Cas will come out as soon as we need him."

Sam walked over to Victoria. "Tor, you okay?"

"No, not really."

"I get that, I do, but usually when we're about to do something this big, you are a little more…"

Dean interrupted, "Pumped?"

Sam shrugged, "Maybe? Although I don't think that's the right word."

Victoria smiled. "I think there's a good chance we might actually die this time. A Nephilim being born, a rift between two worlds, Lucifer. There are too many variables. Too much danger. And here's the thing. That child being born at this moment has so much potential. Well, all children do. But this one has potential and power. He is going to be amazing."

Victoria was not impressed by how her tear ducts were acting these days. "Sam, you and your brother have saved the world countless times. It's as if you quite literally have the weight of the world on your shoulders. You have sacrificed everything numerous times in order to just keep going."

"It's what we do."

Tor looked at Dean. "It shouldn't be what you have to do. It's what I have to do."

"You help us now Tor, we're all doing it together."

Victoria looked at Sam and smiled sadly.

"You are an amazing man, Sam Winchester."

Victoria Doyle went out the front door and closed it behind her. She knew they would be unable to open it until it was all over.

"What was that about?"

"I don't know."

"Well, she's your girlfriend."

Sam just looked at his brother with an exasperated face.

He was waiting in a swing that was tied onto an oak tree in the backyard. "You know, you made it kind of hard to find you. But, I was smart. Looked into weird events, saw power outages all over this area, and pinpointed this house. Nice place to raise a kid, but not my kid."

Without saying a word Victoria walked towards the rift. As she expected he would, Lucifer followed.

"I'm talking to you, by the way. Can't you hear me?"

Victoria smiled as she kept walking.

Victoria walked through the rift and saw Crowley and Ezekiel waiting on her. There were multiple bodies of the odd supernaturals laying around them.

Lucifer came through the doorway and looked at the trio.

"Well, this is a welcome change. Not a flannel or trench coat in sight."

He looked at Ezekiel, "Hello, little brother."

"Lucifer."

"So, why are we having the party over here? Shouldn't you be over there trying to kill me?"

"We realize that we cannot kill you."

"Oh. So, you and your low level demon and angel here plan on trapping me over here? Yeah, won't work. Where are Sam and Dean anyway? They're so fun to play with."

"They're safe."

"Oh, so you pulled a fast one and locked them somewhere. Nice. Too bad you're gonna be too dead for them to be mad at you."

Lucifer shrugged as he snapped his fingers. Nothing happened so he snapped them harder. "Do my powers not work over here? Well, I just have to go back then don't I?"

Victoria's eyes flashed purple as she was able to keep him from moving. Lucifer's eyes turned red as he kept trying to move. Ezekiel took Victoria's gun and began shooting Lucifer with the ammunition Bobby and Rufus made from Angel Blades. They barely fazed him, but between that and Victoria's powers they were keeping him at bay.

Ezekiel shouted at he changed clips, "Now, Crowley!"

Crowley slit the throat of the demon.

Ezekiel kept shooting at Lucifer. "Victoria, go!"

"I'm not going to leave you!"

"Go!"

Victoria did not turn away from Lucifer, but kept her hold until she backed through the rift. She was very much relieved when Ezekiel emerged moments later.

Crowley was checking his suit for any dead demon remains. "Glad to see you made it back Angel."

"I am only working with you for Victoria's sake. I would have smote you on sight if not for her."

"You angels and your flirting, what is a boy to do?"

Ezekiel simply stared.

As the rift was getting smaller the three were horrified to see a bloody Lucifer slowly crawling towards them.

"If you think the three of you could get rid of me that easily, you have another think coming. Breaking news, I'm not going to stay over there. It's creepy. So now, where's my son?"

Victoria felt the 'snap' she felt that night with Aristede.

"His name is Jack, and you will never touch him."

"And who's gonna stop me, Chosen One?"

Lucifer had every intention of ripping out her heart. It was easy, he had done it countless times before. It was like grabbing air really.

Victoria knew what he intended. She grabbed his fist, surprising him. With all the force she could muster she pushed him backward. With Ezekiel pushing one of his shoulders, and Crowley pushing the other he fell into the rift. With a bright light emitting from the house, the rift closed, and everyone was alive.

Victoria ran up to the house and flung open the front door. Sam and Dean immediately stood and looked at her. Dean was full of anger, Sam was full of pain.

Victoria put her arms around Sam and put her face against his chest. "I am so, so sorry. I had to have you safe."

"You can't pull that crap, Tor. We had a plan. Then you go and ruin it by…" Dean stopped when he saw his brother rest his head on top of Victoria's. "Son of a bitch."

Victoria couldn't let him go. She felt guilt for what she did, but she also felt joy Sam was alive. He was never in danger. He didn't have to face Lucifer, he didn't have to relive the mental anguish that he was put through. She did feel remorse for leaving Sam out, but it couldn't compare to the pure elation she felt that he was alive.

She stayed in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, she listened to it slowly go down. She only pulled away when it was in rhythm with hers.

"He's gone."

"You're sure?"

"He went through and the rift closed. Sam, he's gone." Victoria smiled so big her face hurt.

Sam almost couldn't believe it. He saw how happy she was and knew it was true. "He's gone."

Victoria turned to Dean. "Dean, I apologize for not telling you of my plans. I know that trust is a big issue with you. I wanted you to be safe for once. Also, the selfish side of me didn't want to lose you."

"We could've lost you Tor. Or Zeke, or Crowley."

Victoria nodded. "Yes, but Sam was safe. You, Castiel, Mary, and Jack were safe. I apologize for not telling you of my plans, but I will not apologize for keeping you safe. That's what you've done your whole life, Dean. It was my turn to do that for you."

"Sam was a mess the whole time we were locked in here. I want you to know that."

"Dean."

"No Sam. She's family. And family needs to know how they impact the rest of the family. We thought you were dead. Or dying. Hell, it's the Devil, so we didn't really know what was happening to you. We'll work through this, just like we always do. But what you did was crappy. You tell us everything from now on. Everything. Sometimes we'll listen, sometimes we won't. But we will always get through it. We'll always figure it out. Together."

Victoria nodded. "Okay."

"Because here's the deal. As much as you care for us, we care for you. You weren't safe, and we knew that. And we were stuck in here, not being able to do a damn thing about that. Never again Tor."

"I understand Dean. I'm sorry."

"Good, now come here." Dean pulled her to him for a hug.

Victoria found it odd that she hugged Dean more, but it meant more with Sam. Feelings.

Castiel and Mary walked down the hallway with a teenage-looking boy wrapped in a towel.

"Dean, Sam, Victoria, this is Jack." The boy waved as Castiel introduced him.

Dean scratched his face. "I guess we'll have to return the diapers."