A/N: my intentions were to write a sequel for this and as much as I love Supernatural and Sam I just don't really have the desire to do it anymore. On top of that this story didn't get the attention I had hoped it would and so instead of doing a sequel I'm just going to do an epilogue.
Life was hell on earth, quite literally after Lucifer had been set free. Sam, Dean, and I worked harder than you ever had before to slam the devil back into his cage. Of course in between working cases and trying to find a way to defeat the prince of darkness, Sam and I got married like planned. It wasn't anything fancy. Just me, Bobby, Dean, Cas, and Sam. Bobby had walked you down the aisle, Cas had officiated, and Dean was the best man/maid of honor.
The plan to to get Lucifer back in the cage was pretty straight forward. Simple. Sam says yes and jumps in. Of course I was completely against it. I didn't want to lose my husband. Not a second time. Losing Jason had nearly killed me. I didn't think I could handle losing Sam as well. And so without them knowing it I had forged in secret a second plan. Right before Sam could say yes I opened the cage and tackled Lucifer falling in with him.
Hell wasn't a fun place to be. Lucifer was annoying, but at least he didn't torture me in anyway. He just never shut up. I was a little surprised by his lack of torture, but he said it had something to do with the fact he respected me for sacrificing myself and doing it so underhandly that the Winchesters never saw it coming.
Needless to say when Cas showed up and rescued me I was beyond grateful. I couldn't take another moment of Lucifer's incessant babbling about how he would find a way out, and how me and him should have some fun to pass the time. At that point I was almost beginning to regret my decision to save Sam, but then I remembered why I had done it and that little bit of guilt went out the window.
When the boys saw me again I got the worst tongue lashing I had ever recieved. The disappointed looks, the anger, it was almost enough to make me wish I was back in the cage. But soon enough they were telling me how even though they were pissed they were proud of me. Proud that I had not only saved the planet, but saved Sam from being tortured for who knows how long.
That was ten years ago. Now Sam, Dean, and I lived in a bunker. It was nice to have our own home. We didn't go out on hunts anymore, but we did give advice to young hunters and helped others with research. Sam and I were still going strong and we had a little girl named Rose Marie. She was the most precious little thing in the world. Smart like her mother and father, brave and protective like her Uncle Dean, took no crap like her grandpa Bobby, and just as innocent as her Uncle Cas. She was perfect in every way.
I was watching her as she tried to teach Cas about unicorns and fairies, fictional ones not the ones we fought. Arms wrapped around my waist and a head came to rest atop ours. "She's so patient. I still can't get over it." Sam chuckled. I smiled and hummed in agreement. "It's a good thing to, because she'll need it when the babe comes." My voice was nonchalant as I mentioned a baby. Sam grabbed my hips and spun me around. "We're having another baby?" He asked, his eyes full of hope.
"Yeah, Sammy the family is expanding. Rose is gonna be a big sister," I replied. As soon as I did I could feel the happiness and pride coming from Sam, the excitement from Rose, the happiness from Cas, and Dean's surprise and happiness.
"Guess you really can find love amidst all this chaos," Dean said with a laugh.