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Warning: mild gore, mild swearing, mild mistakes.

My note: Well would you look at that, I finished another chapter. whooooooooo. There will probably be another one though so don't get too excited thinking 'oh thank god that's finally over.' because it's not over until I specifically write the words "The End" in which I am yet to do. I hope you like it and please please please let me know what you think of this chapter cause I thought of it on spot and I don't know if i like it. THANK YOU.

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It was happening. It was happening. It was finally happening. After all that preparing and practicing everything was finally going down. Harry shifted nervously where he stood; casting a look around the small clearing in the middle of the woods in Kansas that he had chosen for the final battle in a way that made him look as though he expected Lucifer to leap out from behind a tree like some kind of sadistic jack in the box. Luckily for Harry, Lucifer had a little more dignity than that.

The fallen angel himself appeared out of nowhere, a smirk creasing across his decomposing features as he starred at his lone adversary. This was truly going to be fun.

"Speak of the devil." Harry smiled warmly as opposed to flinching in a way that he knew Lucifer would have loved to see him do. "I don't believe we have met, or at least not formally."

"I Believe that is true." Lucifer began to pace around the shorter man, sizing him up, assessing his power. I can tell you now he wasn't disappointed. The young wizard had magic pouring off of him, surrounding him, making it difficult to focus on anything but that tingling sensation that seemed to be everywhere and nowhere all at once, not unlike that of an angels power.

To Lucifers sick mind Harry's magic was like a fresh apple pie sitting on a window sill. You didn't have to be hungry, you didn't have to be needy, hell, you didn't even have to like pie and still you were drawn in, willing to do anything, absolutely anything at all, to get a slice, or in this case drain the poor Brit dry.

"Well, my name is Harry Potter, I am from England, and I am fresh out of a war there. I enjoy long walks on the beach, sunsets and the occasional unplanned house renovation."

"I am Lucifer, the rightful master of Death."

"That's okay; I suppose none of us are perfect." Harry spoke brightly, waving his hands about in an exaggerated manner.

Lucifer felt Harry's Magic change. It was the most subtle shift of balance not usually accomplishable by anything so close to human and he took a moment to be suitably impressed before he brought his fingers up, smiled and clicked.

Harry heard the click and sensed the way the power flung itself towards him. Like air blown towards candles, it would take a fraction of a second to reach him, after that he was dead meat. Thank god for all those training sessions with Gabriel, if not for those he would be so screwed right now.

Within that moment of space between the click and the impact Harry's wand found its way into his hand where he wavered it, deterring the course of the power Lucifer had flung and shattering the nearby trunk of a tree into a dozen shards, that Harry didn't hesitate to use the same way he had used them in practice, flinging them at the delusional former angel. They stopped inches before his face.

"Very good." Lucifer hissed out the words and it took everything Harry had not to cringe at the sheer levels of creepiness this guy was flinging about the place. It just wasn't normal, but then again no one had ever claimed Satan to be 'Normal'.

Shit was getting damn intense damn fast, but that was okay with Harry, he had done his job properly and that was all that mattered. Power was being thrown around like they were in some kind of deadly pissing contest. Harry flung curse after spell and dodged after ducking, desperately trying to buy him some time. He only needed a little, was that too much to ask? Probably, especially when considering his track record.

Harry stumbled backwards when the inevitable hit. Crying out in sheer pain as his arm shattered, the bone splintering into a million pieces. Agony washed over him, ripping through his body and making his skin crawl. He only managed to force himself back into reality just long enough to aparate out of there.

Lucifer watched in satisfaction has the weaker man fled with his injuries. Leaving a clear and obvious trail of power behind him, he could practically smell the power lingering on the air, not nearly as hidden as someone of his power levels should have been able to hide it. Lucifer dismissed this easily, the mortal was more than likely weak with pain.

The fallen angel disappeared, following the energy trails like a yellow brick road to a small, yet classy, cabin that couldn't of been all that far away from the clearing in which the fight had begun, however that was completely irrelevant to Lucifer at this point in time.

What was currently relevant was the fact that the British boy was there again only this time he was completely unscathed and cleaned up, was what had really caught his attention.

Other than his now completely clean and unbroken state he was exactly the same. He wore the same clothes other than the lack of dirt, he stood with the same stance, the same cocky grin, the same waves of tingling power but he should not be able to heal himself that quickly and still retain such levels of power. It was absurd.

The fight began again before Lucifer could consider this predicament further. Both men twisting and turning to avoid the others attempts to end their lives, death shots being flung around in such a quick succession that if it had been any other two people one would have been seriously injured by this point.

Not that they weren't being injured. Blood trickled from Harry's nose and he had spat blood multiple times, whilst the pre-existing rips in Lucifers skin had grown increasingly worse to the point that he had parts of him hanging loose.

Lucifer couldn't help but smirk as he lunged to one side, narrowly avoiding some kind of nasty sounding curse. The wizards' magic was getting weaker and weaker; he could feel it retracting in the air. This was almost going to be too easy.

By the time there was a break long enough in the seemingly endless string off spells for him to stand, Harry had yet again aparated away with a loud pop. This time Lucifer followed immediately not willing to risk the little bugger healing himself again. They were now in a small cemetery that was about has homely as a cemetery could be.

In amongst the graves stood seven people - though to say people would be stretching the term. There was an old drunk, a fallen angel, three brothers and two identical British wizards.

"Man it's sure as hell a relief to stop being you Potter." The Harry with blood trickling from his nose began to change as he spoke, morphing into a much more familiar face. "I was so loosing track of what Latin words I shouted when I did what." Gabriel shook his head, sticking his hands into the pockets of his borrowed jacket. "I actually started shouting out star trek references towards the end."

"That's just sad." Dean shook his head and gave the youngest archangel a weird look. "Harry can remember everything properly."

"Not really." The real Harry gave a shrug then winced, cradling his injured arm. "I usually just shout whatever spell happens to pop into my noggin and hope like hell that it is useful, and if it isn't I just hope that I survive long enough to go round two."

"The secrets of a saviour revealed." Adam spoke dryly.

"Enough!" Lucifer finally snapped at them, his voice cutting through the banter that was sure to lead to an argument of one kind or another. "Since we are all present, Sammy, I don't suppose you have reconsidered anything at all?"

"Not in the slightest." Sam gave him a tight lipped smile and Lucifer glared before stepping forward, or at least he tried to step forward. There was something stopping him, like an invisible barrier thrown up right where he wanted to go.

He let out an annoyed hiss looking around to where Castiel was standing beside an old tomb stone. Uh-huh, he thought seeing the symbol drawn on the tomb stone. They had made their own wards, how… cute in a somewhat pathetic way.

Harry and Gabriel exchanged a look as the first stone cracked; already weakening the wards they had spent oh so long perfecting. They were about to execute the hardest part, the most dangerous part and debatably the most rushed part planning wise.

Harry turned and nodded to Dean who sent a single bullet firing from the end of the Colt, twisting through the air and burying itself in Lucifers chest, sending the later stumbling backwards and, more importantly, distracting him for the briefest moment it took for Gabriel and Harry to disappear and reappear in his little sectioned off area, successfully trapping themselves with the Devil.

The fight they instantly began would have gone down in history if anyone knew that it had happened or even that they existed. The identically dressed Harry and Gabriel sending a vicious onslaught of absolutely everything they had in them towards the quickly recovering Lucifer, never giving him a moment to recover. This was a short term plan and everyone knew it. It was, after all, only a matter of time before the two attackers exhausted themselves.

That was where the others came in. Adam had pulled holly oil Molotov cocktail, trying to think back to the baseball he had played growing up all that time ago and oh-so desperately trying to pretend that he was just throwing a ball in the direction of the batter, yeah that was all, no devil or fire or death came into the picture that way.

Bobby and Dean began to destroy the symbols on the gravestones, strategically taking them out in a pre-decided order, meaning that Gabriel and Harry could make it out of the barrier when they needed to.

Sam had jogged to the barrier of the graveyard, dropping a lighter down on the holly oil they had laid out making sure that even if they failed, Lucifer wasn't going anywhere fast. Unfortunately it also put them on a damn tight schedule due the tiny little fact that, yes the fire would slow down Lucifer but it would complete hobble their own angels.

Which brings us to Castiel who had already appeared directly behind his eldest Brother, dropped the four rings down and disappearing before he could either get sucked into the cage himself or find himself on the receiving end of Lucifers rage.

In one single moment the Molotov cocktail hit Lucifer, Gabriel disappeared and reappeared next to Castiel, Harry sent a simple – yet always affective – expelliamus flying towards his soon to be burning adversary, the flames that had been wrapping around the border of the cemetery met at the gate and every weapon any of them had was pointed at Lucifer.

Everything crashed into him at once, and the fallen angel that had made all their lives so difficult in one way or another stumbled backwards. One step, two step, the third step fell onto thin air and they could only watch as Lucifer tumbled backwards into the cage that had held him for so long and was evidently destined to hold him for that much longer again.

Finally it was over. The Winchesters were free of the bad luck that had plagued them since day one, if only for the short amount of time it would take for them to have a break. Bobby could rest easily at night knowing that the closest things he had to children would be a heck of a lot safer without heaven and hell on their arses. Castiel could return to heaven, having proved himself worthy of his wings. Gabriel had stood up to his family, doing the right thing for the first time ever and coming out on top. And lastly Harry could go home to his dull house, in his dull town and continue living out his 'Happily ever after.' Then again happy endings had never really been his thing…