The moment Michael agreed to their deal, if it could be called that, it was like a key opening a door. A rush of power and grace filled Dean at that moment as he was thrust forward back into control of his body. His legs buckled under him and he breathed in deeply, feeling every last molecule of air that he took in.

He opened his eyes, he couldn't remember closing them, and he just...stared. He could see every single last piece, every single last atom of everything around him. He could see the components and he could see each bonding, every last piece, to the smallest detail. It was almost impossible to understand what he was looking at, he remembered it was a cliff and a seaside but...he couldn't look past the components, he couldn't look past everything else.

He could almost hear Michael snorting in his head and after that everything cleared around him, connecting together to form the images and put the pieces back so that he could understand what he was looking at.

"Thought you wanted to find your brother." Michael told him, his voice echoing in his head.

Sam. Sammy. If anything else that helped steady him. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the molecules that were a part of it, and almost instinctively he reached behind him, feeling and forcing his wings to spread.

It was like making a limb that had fallen asleep move. Or like when he broke his leg and had taken the cast off, trying to remember how to move them and force the blood flow going again.

It was like muscle memory, that was the scary part. It was muscle memory to move the wings, spread them out to their full capacity.

With a single thought his mind was racing through the world, his eyes roaming as he tried to find his brother.

It was like focusing on a miniature sun, a light beckoning to him that he couldn't ignore even if he wanted to.

It was instinctual, every last part of it, as if he had done it thousands upon millions of times. Pinpointing Sam's exact location, spreading his wings behind him, grasping and reaching out to the fabric of space and existence and forcing it to open. He threw himself into the opening he made and felt everything push against him before he appeared inside of a church.

Dean felt the wings spread behind him as he landed, feeling a small bit of relief when he saw Sam and Jack, bloodied and bruised but alive and okay. He smiled reassuringly at them, feeling the pulse of grace reverberating through him.

"Dean?" Sam whispered, his voice barely audible as he stared at his brother. Dean couldn't tear his eyes away from Sam. Past his body and past every barrier he could see Sam's soul and it was...breathtaking. It was a star experiencing a constant supernova, powerful and in a way subduing, he couldn't tear his eyes away from it but he forced himself to.

Jack was the next one, a human soul newly created with wisps of grace that had been there. His soul was...like a smaller star, a newborn molecules of gas and energy that was trying to spread itself out. Interesting but not attention grabbing.

And finally, Lucifer. He was...he was deformed, ugly in an almost revolting way. Beneath everything there was a figure of what might have been but it was destroyed and eroded with no hope for a return. His eyes went back to Sammy for a moment, watching the recreation of his soul over and over again before he had to once again forced himself to look away.

"You let my brother in." Lucifer said, a strange tone to his voice. The fallens eyes went to Sam and a flash of annoyance, of hatred, appeared on his face and it was instinctual to press through the folds of reality again and appear in front of Sam, spreading his wings to block Sam from Lucifer's sight completely.

Well, turns out, he and I have something in common." Dean said, feeling the pulse of grace inside of him once more, could feel Michael stirring in the back of his mind. "We both want to gut your ass."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed and that was all the warning Dean got before he disappeared and reappeared in front of him, grabbing Deans shirt, trying to use the momentum to throw him to the side. Dean grabbed at Lucifers arm instead and turned him, letting the grace bubble at his hands and burn him.

Lucifer snarled and for a moment the disfiguration that was his grace showed in his eyes. He moved back away from Dean and bared his teeth, his own wings unfurling behind him.

A blade was pressed into his hand and he curled around it, nodding his thanks to whoever had handed it to him. The blade pulsed in time with his grace and he shot forward, pushing reality apart and appearing behind Lucifer, bringing the blade down.

The former archangel moved just barely in time, the blade cut through his arm and the effect was immediate. Lucifers grace mixed with Jacks bled out and Lucifer curled his hand around it, trying to heal it and failing.

Dean flipped the blade around, gripping it tightly, slowly circling around Lucifer to find the best way around him.

Despite himself, a part of him felt pity, staring at the destroyed and decrypt image of the former angel in front of him. He knew that it was Michael and tried to ignore it despite how it grew stronger.

Michael remembered Lucifer at his prime, remembered standing side by side with him, two parts of a single whole that no longer existed. Dean could feel the mourning and he felt the pain and loss of the favorite brother, even now after everything.

But then came the solidifying sensation, the knowledge of what must be done. Lucifer, the Lucifer Michael had known millennials ago, was gone, never to be returned. Too much time, too much grace bled between them to ever cross the gap.

Michael and Dean gripped at the archangel blade tightly, staring down at what had been the brightest light of heaven, and moved, pushed reality and time and everything in between away, grasping the in betweens. Before Lucifer could register anything Michael and Dean rushed at him and reappeared.

With lamentation and a whispered apology on the lowest frequency possible, they thrust the blade forward and buried it in Lucifers chest, watching the shock and the pain appear on his face.

Michael Dean let go of the blade, it was unmoving in Lucifer's chest and watched, just watched as the blade pulsed inside of Lucifer and with it a fire that spread faster and faster, burning him faster than he could heal himself.

Lucifer screamed on a range higher than what humans could hear but Dean could, he could hear the pain and rage in Lucifer's scream as he burned out of existence, the light filling the church completely before it suddenly went out and Lucifers poor excuse of a vessel fell to the floor, charred wings etched into the church grounds.

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