A/N: I have always wanted to write a Lucifer story and the ending of the 14th season along with the first episodes of the 15th inspired an idea. A friend if mine did something similar in her story called Soulmates, but mine is the other way around, kind off. You'll see. This first chapter deals with Lucifer waking up as a 100% human after Dean supposedly killed him in season 14 finale and depicts him coming to terms with emotions in general before he meets someone. But the world is in a risk of yet another apocalypse and as always, his presence is required. We'll see how that goes in the second chapter. Hope you guys enjoy this one.

Gifted to Lucigoosey The Lightbringer. You insired this one.

Lucifer woke up feeling strange.

Lucifer woke up... Feeling...

He gasped and almost jumped out of the bed when the whole pallet of emotions hit him like an express train and he clenched the sheets with his fists, trying to breathe through the panic attack. He didn't even manage one full breath before something that would eventually turn into his greatest regret grabbed him firmly by the shoulders, holding him in place.

Sam Winchester. And is that worry written on his face? Lucifer was hyperventilating so badly he didn't even register what the hunter was saying. All he knew is that one second he was smiting that asshole version of his brother and Dean Winchester along with him and then there was a sharp pain in his abdomen that sent out a burning sensation through his entire system and now? Now he is feeling, experiencing emotions like a human would. Like a broken human would.

"Nick! Nick! It's ok, it's ok, breathe, just breathe. You're ok, you're safe. He's gone. He's dead." Sam was telling him, confusing the poor man beyond belief. Who was gone, who was dead? Who was Nick? Lucifer's hand shot up to his chest as it was trying to ease the numbing feeling that was growing like a black hole threatening to consume him whole. Instead, he heard his own racing heart.

"Ok, ok, just relax... You need to rest. Just rest and I'll get you something to eat, ok?" Sam spoke, still getting into his face and Lucifer felt another surge of panic consume him. He felt Sam's giant hands pushing him down, back on the bed and he felt so helpless. He wanted to stop him, he wanted to protest, but found himself not only unable to speak aside from a few whines that escaped his dry lips, but he also found himself unable to move and to control what his body was doing. He just...

Sam helped him lay back down, and covered him with a blanket, watching the man before him with a worried frown. All Lucifer could do is watch as Sam hovered over him for a few moments, and then with a nod he turned around and walked out of the room, the thud of the closing doors cutting through Lucifer like a hot knife through butter, making him gaps loudly. The gasp make him shift and the movement made his stomach clinch in pain.

And just as the painful emotions subdued just a notch, a burning white pain shot through his stomach and Lucifer doubled over, curling himself into fetal position and started sobbing uncontrollably. He had no idea when or how, but eventually he cried himself to sleep, his mind to tired from trying to comprehend what was happening to him.

It was Castiel that entered his room next, it could have been hours, it could have been days, Lucifer was too lost, his mind too blank of his surroundings to know. He was trying to deal with his internal changes, trying to decipher these new sensations and he couldn't bother with anything else. His mind simply shut it all down.

Still, when he saw Castiel's approach, fear consumed him in an instant and his breathing hitched seeing Castiel's extended hand going for his head. He was going to be smitten, put down like a rabid dog that he was. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry out, but all sound died up on his lips, his throat to dry to give out even a coarse noise. Instead of the burning pain, he felt a cool wave wash over him and the tears slid down his face. Castiel was helping him, healing him? Why?

But when he looked up at the angel, Lucifer saw him looking away, saw his stone cold expression, his lips pressed in a thin line. He figured out by now that they all thought he was Nick and for the first time in his life, he was terrified. Terrified to tell them otherwise, because even if they thought he was Nick, they could barely stand to look at him. What would they do if they found out who he really was?

He was weak, vulnerable and they would kill him in an instant, easy as snapping fingers. And that thought scared him like nothing before. His lips mimicked the trembling of his hands, but he dared not move, he dared not speak, too overwhelmed with all these feelings of helplessness and despair. Castiel sighed, sensing those emotions as he healed him and as he removed his hand he paused before he walked away.

"You must remember to eat, now that you're not him." He said motioning to a table where a tray sat, a plate of eggs and a glass of juice. He didn't even see Castiel exit the room, his eyes glued to the food that was set out for him. He was breathless and speechless. For a moment, he remembered, he remembered what it was like to be alone and hungry and how righteous he felt, thinking he deserved more then the cripple he was sitting next to him. He remembered killing a cupid to feed off of him, he remembered Anael, he remembered it all, the memories crashing down upon him sending him into spiraling fit and making him a crying, sobbing mess. It hurt like nothing ever before as he remembered the look in Jack's eyes when he told him he enjoyed killing Maggie.

Maggie...

He remembered her name, he remembered it all. He felt Jack's power compelling him to tell the truth, and he would have, he would have said he never saw the girl before and certainly didn't hurt her, as uncharacteristic as that may have been for him. But instead he felt something take over him and say something that was a lie, and he never lied. He felt something take him over and speak lies on his behalf and then...

Heavy tears rolled down his cheeks as he remember that thing slicing Jack's neck open and taking his grace. "I don't need you. I just need your power." The words echoed in his mind, slicing deep and leaving open gashes to bleed out. He wanted him. He needed him. He wanted one, just one person to see him for what he... Not for what he was, because what he was - was a disgusting, pathetic, hateful creature, Evil incarnate as everyone always said he was. No, he wanted, he needed Jack to see who he might be.

He wanted to change, he really did. He wanted to get rid off all those shackles his Father posed upon him, every time he pushed him away to play with his toys. But he ended up falling back into his normal because it was so much easier to do that than to try and convince anyone he was willing to change. He wasn't really sorry, not back then, but he was now...

Monster... Who would do that? A monster... I'm a monster...

He was always a monster, but he didn't care. Not back then. Logically he knew it was the human emotions that were making him care now, the weight of them sharing the ground he tried to stand on, breaking his knees as he tried to fight thought them, to carry them all. Eventually that burden became to heavy to bear, crushing down upon him until he was nothing but a shivering sobbing mess.

"Hey. How're you feeling?" Came the question from a voice he knew all too well. The kindness of his words had him tensing, his jaw clenching and his chest splitting open. And just when he got a hold of those damn emotions that were now a part of him as grace once was.

Some may say Lucifer hadn't come to terms with the fact that he was now a mere powerless human, but the truth was, he didn't really care about that anymore. He didn't care about all that power and being stronger and far more superior then the others. Feeling, experiencing emotions has already changed him in ways he could not have imagined and it had only been two weeks since this happened.

Lucifer became something no one could even imagine. He became quiet, obedient, lenient. Passive, compliant, and... Well, isolated. Around his bed was a devil's trap one that wouldn't hold him whether he was Lucifer, the archangel or Lucifer, the human. The room was windowless and dark, the only light coming from a measly lamp on the nightstand and Lucifer honestly didn't know what was worse. Being in complete dark or having some light illuminate his pathetic existence.

He was sure that the worst was when Sam came into the room and flipped the switch making him flinch in fear of the unexpected action, the light casting shadows on the wall and making him see his figure. His damnation. No, he isn't going to dwell upon what happened to him, he isn't going to wallow in some form of self pity.

He will just be.

For as long as they'll let him.

"May I... Um... See the wound?" Sam asked tentatively, not sure how to approach him and Lucifer just let out one long shuddering breath. He still hasn't told them who he is, and was honestly beginning to question it himself. Was he really Lucifer or just Nick with Lucifer's memories all scrambled in his head? Was he real? Was this afterlife? Maybe he really was dead and this is what being trapped in the empty felt like.

He flinched when Sam came near as if he hadn't been warned of his intentions, but immediately calmed and allowed the hunter to check out his wound. The blade pierced his lung, but Castiel was able to repair that damage once they realized 'Nick' was still alive and got him to the bunker. Lucifer clenched his teeth when Sam cleaned the wound, but didn't flinch, didn't hiss, didn't try to move away. Nor look at Sam.

The things he remembered doing to Sam... He felt disgusted with himself over it, despite knowing he was something completely different back then. But he couldn't just chalk it off to that, now could he? He couldn't say that he was a changed man now, a man and not the cruel archangel with no disregard for human life, and just let the past be in the past. But he couldn't say he was sorry either. That wouldn't be fair, not to Sam.

"Looks good." Sam commented, crouching next to him and raising his head to look at 'Nick'. Lucifer just kept staring in the distance, disinterested and passive. He heard Sam sigh and return his gaze upon him, but he just couldn't look at him. He didn't even know how Sam could. "Look. I know... I know it's hard. But he's gone. He's gone and he's not coming back. And, yes, when I look at you, I still see him... But it's not him, it's you. And I am glad it's you." Sam said and patted his knee before getting up and walking to the table where the peroxide and alcohol were, discarding the gauze pad in the trash.

Lucifer wanted to ask him how he could be so sure. How could he be so sure Lucifer wouldn't come back? How could he be so sure it was 'Nick' and not Lucifer? But he couldn't bring himself to do it, he couldn't say that to Sam. Not now. Not when he heard the whispers of Michael taking Dean and running of. Not when he heard that phone call when Kipling took Castiel and wanted to trade for the throne of Hell, the pompous fool. Not that it mattered. Nothing from that life mattered anymore.

The emotions, human feelings have long crushed him, pulverizing him to dust and leaving him broken and crippled. He couldn't deal with them, and he couldn't deal with himself. So he just sat there, ate, slept and stared into distance. He didn't know if he could leave, if he would be allowed to, the dark room becoming his cage, one he wasn't even sure he wanted to leave. This was just so much easier on everyone.

He heard those other world hunters whisper from time to time, talking about the hunt for Dean, and how most of them thought they should find a way to kill him and not save him. He listened, thinking how easy it was to discuss ending a person's life, how easy it was for him to just snap his fingers and vaporize someone. Looking down at his trembling hands, he took a deep shuddering breath. He had taken so many lives and they all meant nothing. They still don't. But thinking about trying to take a life now... Now that he knew the struggle the humans have with their emotions... He doesn't know how he survived those first three weeks of just... Feeling.

And he thought dear old Dad screwed him over.

There was a knock on his door, but Lucifer ignored it, knowing whoever it was they would come in anyway, so why bother? He heart the knob turn, the door open as the light for the hallway illuminated the room. The light in the room itself came on and then he heard light footsteps approaching, too light to be Sam's or Castiel's. For the first time in a while, he moved, glancing up at his visitor only to feel like someone stabbed him in the chest and twisted the knife. His eyes went wide and he scrambled back to the headboard of the bed.

Jack stood at the foot of the bed not knowing what to do, how to react to 'Nick' reaction. He lifted his hands up to show he meant no harm and spoke softly. "I'm not going to hurt you, ok? I... I don't even have my powers anymore, so I can't... I can't do anything to you... I just... I just want to talk."

Lucifer curled up, bringing his knees to his his chest, his breath hiccuping and tears prickling in his eyes. Apparently, the emotions haven't crushed him completely and were there to finish the job. Sorrow, self- loathing, disgusted by himself and his actions when it came to Jack, to his... To his son. Lucifer's breath hitched and he gasped, unable to get in a proper breath in his lungs.

He was just like Him, wasn't he?

God created the archangels to use them, to help him fight the darkness and then the play his little game of the apocalypse, discarding them when things didn't go as he wanted, just like he did with that other Michael. Or his brother Michael. Or even him.

And Lucifer did the exact same thing to Jack. He made him to have a powerful weapon by his side, to stick it up to dad and break his rules, he used him and... I don't need you. I just need you power.

Lucifer burst into sobs as it hurt, it hurt to damn much, the guilt, the remorse, the self-hatred. He shook as a soft hand placed itself on his shoulder practically radiating comfort and was gone too soon as Jack turned and walked away sadly. He wanted to call him back, to hug him, to tell him he was sorry, that he was so sorry, but he couldn't do that. He couldn't do that to Jack. He couldn't burden him with his screw-ups. No, Jack was better off without him.

Everyone was better off without him. They always have been.

Two more weeks passed by. Sam and Castiel would rarely come to see him, too busy with Dean and Michael and everything else. A few times he saw Mary as she came to give him food, only glancing at him and leaving without a word. Most of the time it was some random other-world hunter who would just drop the tray and walk away, not bothering to even look at him, much less speak to him. So far only twice a tired-looking woman with long hazel hair would come, quiet as not to disturb him, softly set the tray on the table and took a moment to probably look at him, maybe try and talk, but would always chicken out and leave, her footsteps silent as if she was nothing but a breeze.

One day she managed a soft 'Hello.' as she walked into the room, her voice kind and gentle. Lucifer didn't greet back, but he did turn to stare at the door the second it closed behind her when she left. After that, she would always greet when she came in, which was much more frequent, like she volunteered to bring him food for some strange reason. Soon enough she became a dash of fresh air in that stale room of his and every time she would come in, he would notice a detail about her.

How her hair was dusted with a few greys, or how she had scars on her arm. How she was missing a finger on her left hand or how full her lips were even when stretched into a kind smile. How her clothes were worn, but clean and smelling like lilac. How soft her blue eyes were.

"Hello." She said entering his room on a random day. Lucifer was feeling pretty depressed today, so he just laid on the bed, curled up and staring at the wall opposite of the door. He squinted his eyes when she flipped the switch, but otherwise said nothing. He could hear when she set the tray down and he could hear her footsteps as she approached, but stopped midway. He could hear her breathing and he could even hear that small sigh she let out a few minutes after just standing there. He could hear her footsteps as she walked back to the door and he could hear her turn the knob and leave.

And then... Then he heard a voice.

"Why is it that every time I walk by this hallway, I always seems to see you? I heard you were bringing... him... food." a man's voice echoed outside of his room, spitting out the pronoun in disgust when he was referring to Lucifer.

"It's nothing, Dominic, I am just trying to be helpful. They took us in, and I can't fight, so I have to help out anyway I can..."

"Yeah, you could help by doing the laundry and ironing, not feeding the guy who was stupid enough to say yes to an angel. To the devil!" Dominic grew agitated but the woman tried to defend.

"I already do all that, and clean and help out in the kitchen. Alysha and Melina are doing all the cooking, so I offered to bring food to..." She tried, but he interrupted.

"Grace, stop bullshitting me. I know you like him, I can tell. You should know better than to get involved with him. Or any of the people here, they are... Different. Why don't you come back to me, huh?"

"No, Dominic. That won't happen." She stood her ground.

"You know, I could make it happen..." Dominic's voice turned predatory, but he squealed like a little girl when the door to Lucifer's room swung open and blue eyes bore into Dominic's, showing anger and disgust. Why he did that, why he even moved from his bed, he would never know. Lucifer wasn't even sure if it was to save the woman, if it even had something to do with her, or he just felt like he could punch someone and Dominic here would be so perfect.

However, he remained still, just staring at the hunter, who, after a few minutes, composed himself, huffed and walked away. For the first time, Lucifer looked at the woman, his eyes meeting hers, and suddenly, strange new emotions washed over him, he felt something he had no idea what it was or how to explain it. He kept his gaze on her for a moment, then turned to retreat back into his room. Or rather run away from these new feelings. Who knew what they could do to him?

"Thank you." he heard her say after him, just before the door shut, hiding him in the darkness once again. He sat down on his bed, but this time, instead of a few stray thoughts about the woman, he couldn't keep her out of his mind. He heard her name, it was Grace. Ironic, isn't it?

Gracie, that suited her better. Yes, that's what he'll cal her. She was soft and kind and that name was really a better fit. He started to wonder about who she was, what she was like. How old was she? Where was she born? What was her childhood like? Did she even remember any of the happy memories or was it all wiped away when that Michael destroyed their world? Maybe she was younger but the stress caused the white hairs? How did she loose that finger and how did she get the scars? Did the angels hurt her?

Next morning she didn't come, afternoon neither. Next two days past and not a sign of her. Did something happen? Was she killed? Where was she? Every time the door opened and someone brought the tray in, he was glancing over his shoulder to see if it was her. He could have asked. He could have gone out and tried to find her. And then what?

What was he even doing, thinking about her? She was nobody, nothing to him. But he just couldn't get her off his mind. Two more days without that lingering smell of lilac that followed her around had him falling back into depression and indifference about his life and his existence.

What was the point, right? Oh, no, he remembered the point. The point was not to die. Cuz if he died, there is only one place for him - hell. And as a mere human, he would be tortured and broken, raped and killed over and over again and eventually, he would become a demon. A thing he hated even back when he was an archangel. A thing he hated even more then humans back then. And that would only feed into his destructive ways, empowering him and honestly?

Lucifer didn't want that anymore.

Despite the weight of the emotions he bore, being human was easier. He didn't have to plan and fight and try to get his Father's attention or make someone care about him so that he wouldn't feel lonely. To that extent, loneliness as he felt it as a human came with a certain tranquility and peace of mind.

No one around to care about him, so he had nobody to hurt by his actions and feel the crushing weight of guilt drowning him.

Don't rock the boat and the waves won't flip you over along with it.

On the morning of the fifth day, soft footsteps echoed in front of his door, but Lucifer lost hope of seeing her again so he was surprised to hear her soft "Hello." He spun back so fast he startled her and but he quickly shrunk back, feeling some strange heat rise up on his cheeks. He looked down to the ground, looking sheepish without meaning to and greeted back.

"Hello."

The smile that spread wide on her face was something so beautiful and mesmerising Lucifer was at a loss for any coherent thought, much less words. It was breathtaking to see, at least for him.

"I brought you a spinach omelette, I hope that's ok." She said lifting the tray and he smiled in response, not knowing what to say, his mind coming up blank. She smiled kindly once again and turned to leave. But he didn't want her to leave he wanted to... He didn't even know what he wanted anymore. He just...

"You didn't come." He whispered pathetically, but at least it got her to turn around.

"What?"

"You didn't come around for a few days." That sounded a bit better, almost like a question made out of curiosity.

"A few of the hunters are moving to other locations, so I was helping and move. Did you... Did you miss me?"

What kind of a question is that? How could she even... She is just being... Yes. He wanted to say yes. But he didn't want to rock the boat.

"Come now. You can tell me, I promise I won't bite." She joked, and this was so not now he pictured her. He saw her kind smile and gentle movements, but she had a playful side to her, and he grew even more intrigued. Don't rock the boat.

"I might." He whispered, and glanced up at her to see her face turning serious and soft.

"Nah, I don't think you will." She replied.

"Why not?" He asked with a deep frown.

"Cuz you haven't so far." She simply stated.

And it was true. He could have done anything, to her, to that douchebag, to any of them. He didn't really need his powers to hurt or to kill. Hell, even words would suffice, if aimed properly they could cause a lot of damage and put a wedge between this shaky community that already had a difference in opinion when it came to the Michael situation. A few jenga blocks removed here, a playing card removed there and the tower could come crumbling down.

But he didn't. He just sat there, day after day.

"You don't know me." He said with a hint of something dark in his voice.

"You're not a bad person..." She started and he snapped.

"I am. I am the worst kind of a person! You don't know me, you don't know what I am capable of, what I have have done! YOU DON'T KNOW ME!" He yelled and all she just stood there not seeming a least bit intimidated by his outburst.

"You're right, I don't. All I know is that you sit in this room all day, every day, that your name is Nick and that you were Lucifer's vessel." She replied actually taking a tentative step forward, her hand reaching out to him. He didn't take it, he didn't shove it away, he just turned away from her.

"I wasn't Lucifer's vessel. I was Lucifer. I am Lucifer." He said quietly, not sure why he was saying to her. Would she even believe him? Would she go tell the others?

"So... You're not Nick?" She asked uncertain.

"No, I'm not Nick! Nick died when Dean shot me with a Colt ten years ago. I'm just me. Poor, weak, human Lucifer. Go on. Laugh, wouldn't be the first woman to laugh in my face and not believe me. Or run away screaming, call me the Devil. Call me evil. That's what I am, right? That's what everyone sees when they look at me, when they find out who I am." Lucifer was all over the place, his emotions bubbling up, anger, sadness, despair, self pity mixing up and making him sputter words at Grace as if it was her fault.

But damn, that woman. She seemed so small and scared, and so not fitting the attitude she had. She just stood there, listened to him rant, waited till he was done and then asked:

"You want to know what I see when I look at you?"

All fight and fear within him was instantly replaced by bafflement and he just stared at her until she answered her own question.

"When I looked at you I see the man who took us to the promised land. I see a man who drove a broken bus to get us to safety, using his silly humor to cheer up a tight situation with Wheels on the bus song..." Lucifer actually started laughing at this as if it was the funniest thing he has ever heard in his life, but she spoke over his laughter. "So tell me, are you that guy? Was that guy Lucifer? Are you still him?"

"Because if you are, then thank you. You didn't have to do that. You could have walked away. But you didn't. So on behalf of the people of my world, thank you." She said and a heavy pause the room. Lucifer was speechless. He didn't do that out of kindness, he did that to save his own ass. And she knew that, he was sure she did. And still, she chose to see things in a different light. She choose to see the good side of it.

Two days later, she managed to get him to leave the room to take a walk outside. She watched the nature with amazement in her eyes, telling him how it was all destroyed back on her world. Whenever she came to bring him food, she spoke about the things she liked, the music she used to listen to over an old cassette player, the books she used to read that haven't been used to keep the fire going, the movies she heard existed, but never got to see, having already been born into a destroyed world.

And Lucifer just listened. The more time he spent with her, the more he found he liked to listen to her fascination about things normal humans take for granted. Things he, as a former archangel had absolutely no interest in back then, not even knowing they existed. Not caring enough to know.

Like potato skin peeler. She had him peel potatoes in the kitchen as she helped Alysha make stew for everyone and she showed him how it, and he was astounded, and actually had that spark in his eyes, the same one she did when discovering new things.

Day by day, they grew closer, a few nights she would come and wake him from the ever consuming nightmares, lately even snuggling next to him, the warmth of her body providing comfort and a feeling of safety. Soon, he would wait and like clockwork, she would come at 10 pm, snuggle next to him and keep the nightmares away.

One day, she actually came early and convinced him to go on a walk before bed. As he walked a small path up the hill , he was surprised to find a blanket set on a clearing with a picnic basket set next to it.

"C'mon." Gracie ushered grabbing his hand.

"Wait, you set this up? Why?" Lucifer asked as he allowed her to pull him towards it. In fact, lately, he allowed her pretty much anything, for some reason always following her lead and doing what she wanted to do. Not like he had any ideas, needs or desires. Trying to keep the emotions in control was already tiring and time consuming. Mind consuming.

"To watch the sunset, silly." She responded, and even though he has seen a ton of sunsets he still sat down on the blanket next to her, focused more on watching her eat her sandwich and look up at the sky with a smile on her face than the sun that was slowly descending behind the horizon.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She asked gazing in the distance.

"Yes. Yes it is." Lucifer replied not taking his eyes off of her. The sunset might have been breathtaking, but there was just something about her that was so much more. Every time she was around, the bad feelings would subdue, run away as if they were afraid of her and a certain warmth would spread deep in his chest.

Gracie met his eyes and laughed; the sound a sweet music to his ears. She slapped his shoulder and shook her head. "You were supposed to watch the sunset, you know."

"I have seen billions of sunsets; I have seen the birth of the sun. I helped make the stars and observed them for eons. It's nothing interesting." Lucifer said, not knowing that such beautiful things could steer up emotions and he would probably experience the sunset differently if he wasn't too focused on how the sun bathed Gracie, making her glow.

"Oh and I am?" She countered and that heat rose up his cheeks figuring what he was doing. Before he even had a moment to think about how undeserving he was and how he could only dream about having her by his side, Gracie leaned in and set the softest kiss on his lips.

Something exploded deep inside of him, spreading intoxicating warmth all over his body, the feeling so good, so elevating it scared him. He has never felt anything like this and it was so consuming, dulling all the pain, all the hurt, all the bad emotions that it down right scared him and the next thing he knew, he was running back inside the bunker, brushing past a confused Mary and a baffled bearded Sam straight into his room. He set on the bed, curled his arms around his knees as he pulled them to his chest and just tried to breathe.

Millions of thoughts ran through his mind and buckets of emotions wrecked his body so much that he had difficulty focusing, but then she was there, she was right there, cupping his face and make it all settle down. Her kind smile calmed his racing heart; her vibrant eyes soothed his mind, her touch lulling him into a state of tranquillity. It was astonishing, the effect she had on him.

She was saying something, but his ears were deaf to her words and his eyes remained focused on her plush, peanut butter and jelly flavoured lips and his growing desire to taste them again. Before he could change his mind, he lunged forward and set his trembling lips on her.

Gracie was... She was amazing. She pushed when she needed to, but was still kind and gentle. She wouldn't take no for an answer, determined and hard headed, but at the same time, the sweetest thing he ever met. So naturally, when he kissed her, it only took a nanosecond for her to get over the initial shock before she kissed him back, caressing his lips with hers, letting him know she wanted this, she wanted him.

And maybe... Maybe he wanted her. Maybe he needed her. But what he wanted and what he needed didn't matter. As long as there was a smile on her face and that bright spark in her eyes, he was good. Everything was good. The world was good.

A few weeks later, just before Dean's return, they moved out of the bunker and into a small house in Stillwater, Minnesota, courtesy of the sheriff there, one Donna Hanscum. Gracie got a job at a local bakery while Lucifer changed his name to Luka Kovacs – Donna's idea. Apparently, she had a thing for an actor that played that character on a hospital show, go figure.

Anyway, Luka got a job a town over in an automobile parts factory where he would happily sit at a conveyer belt line, solder a few wires to a computer board along with a few inputs and outputs and then do it to the next one, and the next one and the next one for eight hours. He didn't mind, he really didn't. As long as he got to go home to Gracie. That was all that mattered.

The two lived happily ever after...

For about a year. Then God came back and all Hell broke loose.

TBC