He was surrounded in the bright, white light from before. It engulfed him, consumed him, and was in every ounce of his being. It made him feel like never before, it made him feel alive. Every once in a while, the light would form and make a shape. He thought the shape was beautiful, even though the shape no longer felt as such, but he knew, and he would tell him, that he was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Sure he hadn't seen any other creatures, that he remembered, but somehow he knew that Lucifer was the most beautiful. He was glad that the darkness was gone. He didn't like the dark, Lucifer promised that he would keep him away from the darkness and he believed him.

Lucifer, after all, was his everything.

He was nestled in Lucifer's light listening to him tell him another story in Enochian. It had taken him a while to understand what Lucifer was saying, but he had finally started to understand what Lucifer was saying. He loved Lucifer's stories. He would tell him about the beginning and about how everything was created.

His favorite were when Lucifer told him stories that were happy: like when he and Gabriel would play with the animals together, but sometimes, he told him stories that would make him cry. These stories confused him. Lucifer would talk about Michael, his brother, but he would start crying. The story was happy, so it confused him as to why he would be so sad, and he would never answer him when he asked why he was crying, he would just hold him harder. Sometimes, Lucifer would hold him too tightly, but wouldn't make a sound cause he didn't want Lucifer to leave. Lucifer was all that he had.

Most of the time though, Lucifer would try and show him things, of course, everything he could make was white light, but sometimes he could make out what Lucifer was trying to show him. So far, Lucifer had shown him what hounds looked like. He liked hounds. They seemed nice, plus Lucifer liked them so they must be safe, right?

He was silent, a lot but occasionally, when he could put the right words together, he would ask questions. Lucifer would try his best to answer them, but there was always one question that he wouldn't answer: Where are we? After he had realized that one: Lucifer would not answer the question, and two: the question would make Lucifer upset, he had stopped asking. So instead he asked questions about Gabriel and the other animals, even though the hounds were still his favorite, he liked a lot of the other ones too.

Occasionally, if he was relaxed enough, Lucifer could send him images of the animals and he could actually see what they looked like. The first time had surprised him because he didn't think that there were other colors, all he had known was white and once Lucifer realized that he started to explain the colors to him. Sure he knew the story of colors and where it came from and the names of them all, but now he knew what they looked like.

Everything was relatively peaceful in those years. Everything was simple. Nothing really happened. It was just him and Lucifer. Then, something else came. It was a like a thick black fog had blanketed over them and he felt Lucifer grip him tight and pull him away from it. He was curious sure; this was the first new thing he had seen hat wasn't from Lucifer's memory.

He kept quiet though because Lucifer seemed upset, and he kind of was too. He didn't know what this feeling was, but it was like when he was in the darkness and he didn't like it at all. The thick smoke began to take shape and so did Lucifer and, much to his surprise, so was he. He squirms slightly under Lucifer's stone cold grip on his shoulder, and for the first time he notices that Lucifer had wings: they were surrounding him on either side like a protective covering, and Lucifer is glowing.

"Lucifer," the voice sounds old and weary, "You must hand over the boy,"

"No," He winces when Lucifer digs his fingers deeper into his shoulder and pulls him in closer, "He's mine and you shall not take him, Death,"

The-now-named-Death sighed, "I'm going to take him, whether you like it or not Lucifer, and you know this day was coming. Usually, I don't care what you do, but when it disrupts my order, "he pauses, "I will take action," Lucifer doesn't make a move to comply with Death's threat so he continues, "I'd rather not have to fight you on this, Lucifer, but I will if I have to. It's not like the boy is going to die, no, he's not scheduled to anytime soon, but he is scheduled to be born in a few weeks, and it's my job to make sure that he arrives there on time,"

Lucifer huffs, "Here I thought it was your job to make sure everyone left on time,"

"Yes well, seeing as I am one of the few who can get in and out of your little…. Cage here, the job has fallen to me,"

The room goes silent and he feels Lucifer's grip on him finally slacken. He barely hears Lucifer whisper, "Can you promise that he will not die before I can see him again?"

Death nods, "Of course,"

"Okay, just give me a few minutes,"

"Fine," Lucifer pauses as if he's waiting for Death to leave but when the figure doesn't make a move Lucifer sighs.

He feels Lucifer turn him around and he has to look up to see him. He's so tall compared to him. "You're really tall, Luci," Lucifer smiles down at him but he can see in his eyes that he's sad. He tilts his head in confusion before Lucifer starts talking.

"Now, you're going to go with Death and," Lucifer takes a shaky breath, "I'll, I'll see you soon, okay?"

He froze, "What do you mean? Can't you come with me?"

"No, I'm sorry, I can't,"

He feels something wet fall well up in his eyes and steam down his face. "Why not?"

Lucifer's smile was gone and soon he was hugging him again and he didn't even care that it was a tad too tight this time.

"I'm sorry, but I just can't, I will see you again though, I promise. You'll have lots of fun up there, and you'll get to see everything that you want to and then finally after a while, I'll be able to visit,"

The liquid was running from his eyes freely now as Death interrupted them, "I have a schedule to keep Lucifer, now if you will please hand over the boy,"

Lucifer ended the hug and grabbed his hand, "I'm going to bring him to the exit, if that's okay with you,"

Death shrugged and he felt Lucifer lift him up and cradle him in his arms. He stared in wonder as Lucifer unfolds his wings and begins to flap after the black mist that Death had dissolved into. Hours seemed to pass with him listening to Lucifer tell him how it'll be okay and that if it were anyone besides Death he wouldn't let him go, how Death was actually pretty nice. Lucifer told him a few stories about Death and how he had kept Gabriel safe when a Leviathan had attacked him, of course, he didn't know what a Leviathan was, but he was too upset to ask. He just wanted to be lulled by Lucifer's voice. He didn't want to leave.

Finally, they reached some sort of barrier and the first thing he noticed was the heat. It was unbearable now; no wonder they were all the way down there. Lucifer gave him a strong hug and hands him over to Death. He shifted uncomfortably in Death's grip. He was too cold, he held on too tightly and he just felt… wrong. He begins to try and wiggle his way out of Death's grip but Death just tightens his hold on him and begins to pass through the barrier.

Suddenly something inside of him snaps. It feels as if a part of him has been ripped away. He calls out, "LUCIFER, PLEASE, DON'T LET HIM TAKE ME, I PROMISE, I'LL BE GOOD, I WON'T DO ANYTHING WRONG, LUCIFER! PLEASE! LUCIFER!"

Lucifer looks up, his eyes wide and hollow looking, like he just realized what has happened, and he thinks he sees water glistening on Lucifer's cheek. Lucifer takes one look in the panicked boy's eyes and with a great flap of wings flies after him. He hits the barrier and is thrown back. "NO," he curses something and keeps ramming himself up against the barrier. He begins to scream at Death to bring him back, that he'll be fine, but Death doesn't even bat an eye and continues his assent.

The boy feels the void with in him growing and blood trickle down his throat as they continue their assent and Lucifer fades out form view. The last thing he sees of Lucifer is him ramming up against the barrier, his side bleeding heavily, screaming to him that he was sorry. He starts to thrash harder in Death's iron grasp when he realizes he really can't see Lucifer anymore. He's horrified when he realizes that he's completely lost sight of Lucifer and he lets out a finally horse screech of, "LUCIFER!" then the darkness consumes him once more.

Sam jolted wake his breath coming in short, hard gasps and his ears were still ringing from the dream which was still fresh in him mind. Confused, he quickly glanced to his right and saw Lucifer standing there awkwardly, as if he had interrupted something by waking up. He pushes himself up in the bed, bracing himself for the pain that doesn't come; of course his arm is healed, Lucifer would never stand for him to be injured. The thought hits him like a wave. The silence between them stretches on for a few minutes until Sam gathers himself and shifts out of the wool sheets into a sitting position.

"So, I'm guessing that wasn't just a dream…"

"It was a memory from before…" Lucifer looks away from Sam's eyes as if he's betrayed him. "It was probably triggered by my grace when I put you to sleep, I'm sorry,"

"No, uh, I mean, it sucked at the time but," Sam rubs the back of his head awkwardly, " I mean I am kinda glad that I was born and all…"

Lucifer looks up, confusion filtering across his face, "And the night I found you…"

Sam looks away his chest heavy, "That was…" he chuckles darkly, "I promise you, it won't happen again," Lucifer nods grimly and the two lapse into silence.

"So, uh…" Sam walks over to the window and pulls back the curtains and is greeted with bright sun and miles upon miles of trees below them, "Where are we?"

"An old abandoned house 200 miles away from the nearest town, on a cliff," when Lucifer sees Sam's prompting expression he continues, "I didn't want you disturbed once I realized that you were... remembering,"

'Oh right, you're in my head…' Lucifer just hums across the link as Sam shuffles away from the window to sit down at a wooden table on a, oh surprise, wooden chair. He squirms in his seat uncomfortably. A few seconds tick by, as neither of them have anything more to add before Sam's stomach growls loudly making the Winchester's face heat up.

Lucifer chuckles at Sam's crimson face, the mood instantly lightening, "Sam if you were hungry all you had to do was ask,"

Sam had stopped eating the waffles Lucifer had snapped up from who knows where. He had jokingly asked if the waffles were from Hell's Kitchen, and Lucifer had politely informed him that Hell did not have a kitchen, and that the waffles were from a dinner in town.

"So do you want some?" he offers, honestly he just felt awkward eating with Lucifer staring at him like he was waiting for him to implode or something. Much to Sam's relief, Lucifer shrugs and walks over and the wooden chair he pulls on makes an ungodly screech. Lucifer's mouth twitches up into a half smile at Sam's thought and Sam can hear a faint sarcastic, "Ungodly…" flutter in from Lucifer's side of the link.

After Lucifer settles down, he grabs a plate from thin air and a waffle. He glances at Sam noting how he was holding his utensils and copies him. Sam watches, awaiting Lucifer's reaction, as he begins to cut away at the fluffy pastry and pops it into his mouth. Lucifer offers Sam a small smile and Sam lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and continues eating.

Sam chews his food and swallows, "So what's next?" Lucifer looks up a waffle piece half way off his plate.

"Well, we should probably move again, maybe pick up some of your things on the way,"

Sam nods and they both return to eating the waffles.

Sam stands outside of his once place of employment. He needed to get his cell phone. Since he had already dealt with the apartment situation, it was the only thing really connecting him to this place. Not that he really needed it anymore, no one called, but he at least needed to get rid of it. Sam glances over at Lucifer, leaning against the brick wall outside the bar before walking right in the front door.

"Keith! Thank, God you're okay!" Sam's eyes widen in surprise as Lindsey jogs over from across the room and bear hugs him.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine Lindsey. I'm just here to get my phone," She breaks away from hugging the Winchester and nods.

"Yeah, you left it in the basket. I went to your apartment to try and return it to you, but you didn't answer and…" she pauses like she was unsure as to whether to include more information.

"And..?" he prompts her.

"Oh," she looks sheepishly away, "Nothing, I just- I just had this really weird dream, where we were in trouble and," her face lights up in a smile, "It was just so ridiculous, you know?"

Sam smiles knowingly, "Yeah, I think I do,"

Lindsey walks over to the bar and grabs the phone from the basket, "I was about to call the cops you know? I was really worried about you Keith," The way she looks at him makes a part of him shudder, "Anyway, here you go," He pockets the phone and turns around. He was halfway out the door when he heard Lindsey call out "Keep in touch!" from behind him.

He had no intension of keeping in touch with Lindsey. She was nice, but it was dangerous for him to be anywhere near her, that night was just proof that he shouldn't get too attached..., it was best if she just forgot about him. Plus, he was going to destroy the phone anyway. There was no need for it anymore. He knew Bobby's number by heart and it's not like Dean is going to calling him anytime soon.

He exits the bar and Lucifer joins him, his hands in his pockets. "Ready to go, Sam?"

Sam pulls out the phone and flips it around in his hand, "Can we make a pit stop first?"

"Sure, where do you want to go?"

"Can we go to the Grand Canyon?"

Lucifer doesn't bother to respond. Lucifer's hand on his shoulder is all the answer Sam needs. Lucifer pauses and Sam takes the time to close his eyes and brace himself. When he opens them they're at a cliff overlooking the Grand Canyon. For a moment neither of them moves, the air is dry, the temperature is too hot for the clothes that they have on, and a plume of dust is wafting around them, but everything looks stunning. In that moment Sam forgets why he's there and just enjoys the moment with Lucifer.

The he looks down at the phone and rubs his finger over the dust covered screen. He takes the phone and throws it as hard as he can into the Canyon. He stands there silent until he hears the metallic clack of the phone bouncing off rock echo through the canyon walls. He turns to Lucifer.

"Now I'm ready,"