"So, where were you?" Lucifer was reading one of the old archive books as chuck stood across the way,

"That's a…long story. How do you feel? I healed you." Lucifer didn't even look up from the book as he walked towards one of the tables. "Mm, yeah, didn't ask you too."

"Son, be reasonable." Chuck pleaded, he sounded like a real parent.

"One cosmic band-aid on my knee, and, what, you think we're—we're even now? Is it time for us to go play catch in the yard?" Grace stepped into the room, curious about the conversation, or what she'd heard anyways, "Screw you." She continued to look between the two as Deans voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Guys?"

"We're all accounted for, Dean-o!" the sound of feet on the metal stairs filled the empty silence, "Hey, how's it going in here?"

"Listen, I know I've been gone for a while. I missed a few million Birthdays."

"Yeah, and then the second your apes send a distress flare—boom!—daddy's home."

"No, that's not what happened."

"God, I wish I had some popcorn—" she snapped her fingers, wondering if she really could make things appear out of thin air, suddenly she was holding a bag of popcorn. "Oh, look at that." Chuck looked unimpressed. "Lucifer's right, you have some explaining to do."

"Hey, these apes saved your ass." Dean watched the popcorn show up out of nowhere and raised a brow.

"Hey, can you do that with chicks?" Now Grace looked unimpressed, "Focus, Dean." Lucifer snapped his fingers in an attempt to make Dean disappear, when nothing happened he went back to his book.

"He can't hurt you."

"Oh, so you're controlling me now?"

"No, it's just a safe guard." Lucifer looked like he was going to kill chuck, and as much as she'd love to see that fight, Sam interrupted, as usual.

"Hey, guys, uh, chuck, um…Grace, lucifer, Dean. Think we can try and focus here, you know? End of the world, common enemy, all that."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, closing his book before he stood, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Team Amara. Go, Amara."

"Lucifer…" Grace's tone held warning and his eyes found her, the angel was making an intimidation attempt against Chuck,

"You don't mean that."

"You're really not gonna say it?" the siblings watched curiously,

"He's not gonna say what?" Grace nudged Sam in the ribs, earning her a 'Bitch' face.

"Screw you." The angel turned, facing the siblings. "Screw all of you. You most of all Blondie." Grace quirked a brow, "And exactly what did I do to you? Incase you've forgotten you kept me prisoner in hell and I forgave you."

Lucifer got up in her face, staring down at her, his gaze intense. He wondered if she would break under his gaze but instead something else happened, her eyes shifted from blue to glowing gold.

"You can't intimidate me, Lucifer. Take your Pissy fit somewhere else that's not in my face." The Archangel looked taken aback for a moment before he brushed past her, Sam and Dean to one of the guest rooms. Chuck looked at her, a small smile evident on his features that she stood up to the fallen Archangel as he walked towards a different room.

"Kids, huh?"

"Talk to him." Grace pushed the issue as she sat with her head rested in her hands.

"It won't do any good."

"Why not."

" 'cause I can't give him what he wants."

"And what's that?"

"What everyone wants—My sister, my children, you humans. An Apology. A big, wet, "I'm sorry""

"Well, so give it to him. It's not like he's asking for a weapon. Or for hell or for heaven. He's asking for words." Chuck turned to face them with a plate full of Pancakes

"I can't say I'm sorry if I'm not. What he wants an apology for, I did it for Humanity, for the world. Look, Lucifer wants what everybody wants—Amara Gone. Okay, let's just…give him a little time to cool off."

"Okay, well, I don't know if you noticed, but a little time is not something we have. The end is freakin' nigh." Grace picked up the plate of pancakes Chuck had put in front of her.

"Where are you going?" she turned and shrugged "To make a peace offering, plus…everyone loves pancakes, right?"

The men all raised an eyebrow, wondering how offering Satan pancakes would go.

"Lucifer." She knocked on the door but no answer came through the loud music, "LUCIFER!" She all but kicked the door in, suddenly the music turned down and she heard the twisting of the door handle.

"Oh, it's you." He looked unimpressed, his eyes drifting down to the plate in her hands before going back to her face, "What do you want?"

"I brought you food."

"I don't want it." He went to close the door but she stopped it. "Lucifer. I'm not asking." There was an almost wild look in the angel's eyes now as he stared her down.

"So, are you going to take the food?" begrudgingly he took the plate from her before giving her an expectant look.

"Uh, get out."

"This is Sam's room…"

"I know."

"So, your room is down there…" she pointed to the other end of the hallway

"And?" the two went back and forth for a while before she gave up "Whatever, just don't break anything, I don't want to have to hear about it."

"I don't wanna hear about it." He mimicked, she turned her attention back to him, "Geez, you really are the brother I wish I didn't have."

"And you're the sister no one wanted." Her mind flashed back to a similar conversation with Sam and Dean when she was still a child, a momentary look of hurt crossed her features.

"You were nothing but an accident!" played repeatedly, like a broken record in her mind.

"Fuck you, eat your food. Leave the plate outside when you're done." She turned and walked away leaving lucifer confused.

One of you is going to have to, uh, go first. You know what, uh, lucifer, y-you, uh…you agreed to have a sit down if—god would show, so…"

"And, Chuck, you—you did say you'd talk." Lucifer gestured to chuck, "Him first. I'm the one who's owed an explanation." Chuck sighed and the three siblings looked on expectantly.

"Okay, let's try—let's try "I feel" statements." Dean looked at Sam, "Dr. Phil." As the siblings backed away to let the two talk.

"Oh, Yeah, of course. Obviously." The brothers took their seats and watched.

"I am sorry that you feel…that I betrayed you, that I acted without cause. I'm sorry that you can't see you gave me no choice." He looked at Sam and Dean as Grace crouched on the stairs.

"I'm good."

"You heard that, right?" Lucifer wore an "I-Told-You-So" expression.

"W-We all know that you are god, um, but….maybe could you be a-a little less…lordly."

"But I am—I-I'm the lord." It seems Chuck didn't understand. "Wow. There he goes."

"I did what I had to do. To create the world, I had to lock Amara away and when the Mark corrupted you and I saw that you posed a threat to human kind, I did the same with you."

"No, you betrayed me. You gave me the mark to lock her away, and when it changed me, when it did what the mark inevitably does…you threw me away. Yu never would have done that to her." Lucifer indicated to Grace who held her hands up in surrender.

"Hey, this isn't about me, Lucifer. Quit casting aspersions." Sam and Dean quirked their brows at the exchange.

"No, Son. The mark—you always cast a jaundiced glance at humans. The mark didn't change you it just made you more of what you already were."

"What I was was your son…your child."

"Why should I put you first above all others?"

"Do you have any idea what it's like to argue with your father when your father is god? Everything is a tautology with you. Everything is "Because I told you so." Everything's "it had to be done.""

"Pretty sure that's all fathers." Deans comment earned him a 'Shut-up' glance from his sister.

"Okay. Fine. Big picture, as God, you did what you had to do. But little picture—you sucked at being a dad." Even grace couldn't deny that, there was barely a handful of memories where he was even present during her life.

"Okay, maybe I didn't handle everything perfectly. But tell me…could I have kept human kind safe with you on the board? I know about your little bid to replace me with the angels. I also know that you held your sister captive to try and draw me out." Lovely…the spotlight was back on her. "Okay, "New god" what would you have done about you?"

"That is not the point!" Sam piped up from his spot on the cement stairs. "I-I can't believe I'm actually about to say this, but, um…Lucifer is right."

"And hell has frozen over…" dean looked up at Grace, as if telling her to shut up. All eyes were on the siblings now, chuck as if he wanted an explanation and Lucifer in mild surprise.

"A-All he wants is an apology. A-and you're too concerned about being right to—to give him one. But apologies aren't always about being right. Sometimes they're just about apologizing."

"Yeah, a-and the great thing about apologies is you don't have to mean them. You know, I-I lie and tell Sam and Grace I'm sorry all the time." Sam gave him a look and Grace slapped him as hard as she could upside the head.

"Ow! I'm Sorry." His words were insincere though and Grace rolled her eyes, "Let Dean be an example of why Lying is wrong, it's why he can't keep a girlfriend."

"Hey!"

"Tell me where the lie is, Dean." When their bickering ended the focus shifted back to Chuck and Lucifer.

"Okay, enough from the peanut gallery." Sam and Dean disappeared and she was left standing awkwardly on the stairs.

"What? What would you have done?"

"It doesn't matter. You were my father, and you forsook me."

"I did. I was supposed to love all creation equally. I wasn't supposed to have favorites. But you…you were mine." A brief memory flashed in her mind as she listened to them talk.

"I gave you the mark because I loved you the most…"

"Lucifer!" the angel's eyes turned on her, he was younger in years than she was, but she was younger in appearance, resembling a human child, curly blonde hair hung in draped ringlets, eyes as deep as earths oceans and skin like ivory. She wore a goofy smile on her face.

"There she is!"

"You didn't come and find me."

"I'm sorry, Avarin, I was busy with Father." She puffed out her cheeks, "You two are always busy, you never play with me anymore." He crouched down, "I'm sorry, Ava. Why not ask Michael or Gabriel to play your games?"

"Michael doesn't like me and Gabriel is really good at hiding." She frowned, he didn't like it when she was upset..

"How about this. I'll come find you when Father and I have finished, and we can play a game."

"Promise?" She peaked around Lucifer to see her father, a stern expression on his face.

"Why does he always look so angry?" Lucifer caught god's expression "Father is…busy, he's working on a new project."

"Can I help?" The angel quirked a brow, "Maybe when you're older."

"When will that be."

"Lucifer, we have work to do." She didn't like when her father was so stern, but she plastered a smile on and gave Lucifer a light nudge, "Go on, daddy doesn't like to wait."

After that he hadn't been the same, he had started pushing her away.

"So that's why…"

"I thought you were strong enough to bear it. And when I saw that I was wrong…when I watched my choice…devour my…most cherished son…I hated myself. And so I punished you and I am so sorry."

His promise had stayed unfulfilled, Lucifer had grown more an more distant, even cruel towards her and she didn't understand why.

"You look like them."

"Like who?" she didn't understand, who were they? Who did she look like?

"Those flawed…disgusting…abortions." She flinched as each word carried malice.

"I don't understand."

"Those disgusting humans, you look just like them!" there was a sharp pain across her face now and she saw red as she looked down at her hands, but she did not cry.

"Lucifer?"

"I do not even want to look at you." He advanced on her, his blade drawn.

"Lucifer, I'm scared…" she felt a firm hand on her shoulder and looked up into the face of her father.

"That is enough, my son."

"Of course you'd show her favor, she looks like them."

"Daddy…"

It made sense now, of course he'd received the mark, how else could he have helped seal Amara away, that's why he had been so cruel.

"Hey." She heard Sam as they came through the War room.

"So… are we good?" there was a shared glance between Lucifer and Chuck, Grace gave them the thumbs up.

"Okay. Great."

"So, what now?"

"We trap Amara, put her back in the box."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah. Well, you were right she needs to be destroyed. But I won't kill her."

"Why not?" all eyes were on Chuck now, his eyes trailed back to Grace, "Amara's been caged for billions of years, but…you know, she was always there. She had t be there—you know, yin and yang, you know, uh, dark and light."

"English, Chuck." Dean was clearly tired of the rambling.

"There's a harmony, a balance in the universe. Light needs dark, dark needs light. If you blow one of them up, then, I mean…"

"It wouldn't be a good thing." Lucifer interjected, Grace wondered why they were beating around the bush so much.

"It'd be really not a good thing…like, end of reality, not good. And then there's her."

"Her?" all eyes were on Grace, she hated the spotlight

"You wipe out Amara and there's not telling what could happen to her."

"What could happen?"

"Your little sister here, is made up of elements of both God and Amara, she contains both light and darkness, hence being the perfect human prototype." Dean looked lost, which wasn't really a surprise, Sam just absorbed the information.

"So, wait a second…If she is both Chuck here, who in the equation is the light, and darkness, which is obviously Amara…then that means…" he seemed to be struggling with the equation.

"Oh my god…that's disgusting. I think I'm going to throw up…" Dean looked about as sick as he did when anyone even mentioned airplanes.

"So, my mom is… Amara?" Chuck gave a nod, "Technically speaking, yes." Graces eyes drifted to Dean.

"That's gross…" Sam looked confused now. "What's gross?"

"Dean kissed my mom!" Chuck quirked a brow

"You kissed my sister? Not cool, Man." Grace visibly shuddered at the thought.

"Okay, so we gift-wrap Amara." Leave it to Sam to put everyone back on track. "I mean, we got the team back together, so—"

"Not quite. We're still a few members short of the original line up."

"Yeah, first time, it took the combined strength of me and my brothers to weaken Amara before…daddy-o finished her off."

"Yeah, even then, it was close. No, with just the two of us, we'll lose." Grace looked offended

"All right…and I guess I'm just chopped liver." Chuck quirked a brow at the expression, "I don't want you anywhere near this fight."

"Well, too bad, I'm in this fight whether you want my help or not."

"She's kind of right, we need her. Especially if she's as strong as you said she is." Chuck frowned. "I said No, I won't bring her into this."

"I'm not asking."

"Okay, Great, looks like we'll need more group therapy if we even want to have s hot."

"Michael's in no condition to fight and it outside of my power to bring Gabriel and Raphael back."

"But you restored Castiel." Sam had a point, the amount of times the poor angel had died and he had found a way to bring him back each and every time.

"Archangels are different, they're the stuff of Primordial creation. Rebuilding them, it's—it's time we don't have."

"All right. So what do you need to win?"

"What do you got?"

"So what do we bring to the table to make up for archangel power?"

"We could try and find more hands of god."

"A little redundant." Chuck said waving his hands in the air, grace rolled her eyes.

"I mean…he's not wrong, we have the actual god" Sam and Dean both gave her a look and she sighed, "Fine…I guess I'll get back in the kitchen."

"Hey, make me a sandwich while you're at it."

"Fuck you, Dean." She flipped him the bird and chuck quirked his brow again.

"Well, what about Crowley. Big demon power, former king of hell. He was a player in his day."

"Stealing my moves, Dean? Let me guess, you got lucifer back in the fold. He snapped you here."

"No, it wasn't lucifer."

"And he didn't come alone." Crowley's eyes trailed to the petite blonde who stepped out of the shadows.

"Oooh, the princess came too."

"Can it." Crowley went to take another sip of his whiskey but dean grabbed the glass from him.

"Ah-Ah-Ah." He dumped the drink on the floor. "Time to sober up. You smell like a dumpster outside the liquor barn."

"What's this? Concern for me? I appreciate your attempts at bro-mantic rekindling, but I think we both agree that ship has sailed."

'That's not what this is about, Crowley." The former kings eyes trailed to the blonde. "We need your help."

"Getting these groups to enlist and then work together, it's not gonna be easy."

"Couldn't you just compel them?" Another smack to the back of the head from his sister.

"Ow!"

"I invented free will for a reason."

"So we're tying our hands on principle."

"No, you can't make an effective soldier by force. They have to choose this fight."

"But they're gonna wanna know they're backing a winner."

"So…" Grace looked around.

"Angel's tend not to disobey a direct order, but their numbers are few now so who knows. Crowley would join in for the glory alone, and Rowena…I'm not certain what her motivation would be."

"Game of thrones, it's musical chairs. Still…I wanted it—to go out with the crown on my head!"

"And that's what you offered them, a chance to stroke your ego?"

"And you wonder why they said no." Crowley looked between the siblings, intrigued.

"Well, we've got something better—a plan." Dean took a seat on one of the old chairs.

"Now, you can sit on the sidelines and watch the world die or you can fight." There was a moment of shared silence between the three.

"You know, to be king again, maybe you need to remember how to be a soldier." The former king contemplated her words carefully before playing in.

"What's the plan?"

"A page from the original playbook this time with witches and demons subbing for Archangels."

"I still don't like it. But why trap her when you can kill her, you know? I-I mean, I gotta admit, there's a lot less room for error if you shoot to kill."

"I explained why."

'Right, but why keep her in play? So she can escape and we can go through this all over again?"

"Dean, what is this about?"

"I—Nothing. Am I the only one thinking rationally here?"

"It's about her…well…both her's actually. It's about his girlfriend, but it's also about Ava, not that either of you have figured it out yet."

"Okay. Shut up."

"What does killing her have to do with me?"

"I mean, think about it. Dean Winchester meets the biggest evil in the universe, who also happens to be baby sister's biological mommy, and he takes a pass? Come on. Now he wants daddy to do what he couldn't."

"Is he right?" all eyes were on Dean now, "Oh, I'm not getting into it with him. Not gonna happen."

"Hey, Dean. You really don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

"If Amara dies, little Gracie might die too…or at least a part of her will cease to exist. Then again, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. We opened a vein for you three." Grace's expression shifted, was she going to die…again?

"I tried to kill her. And it didn't work."

"Maybe it didn't work because you didn't want it to work. Maybe you didn't want to kill her."

"You want god to kill Amara because you didn't want to Amara to be killed?"

"Yeah, maybe there's a part of me that just can't hurt her. But if she's already dead…"

"But if she's already dead…"

"Then she's already dead. Right."

"So…you'll have my own father possibly kill me…because you couldn't do it yourself?" Betrayal…that's how her expression read, it was clear in her eyes and the way her face contorted.

"That's why you want me out of the fight…you know something bad is going to happen and you don't want to take responsibility? I'm supposed to be able to rely on you…you're my family for fuck's sake!"

"Ava!"

"No! Don't you dare Ava me, Chuck Shurley, you were a piss poor author but you're even worse at being a parent." Her eyes had flickered to gold, one of the few things that set her apart from the humans she resembled.

"Well, this got uncomfortable."

"Dean…" Sam scoffed, trying to rationalize the decision, "…We always sweat this stuff, these choices. But, for once, we have god on our side. I mean, for once, we can actually do things his way."

"I don't hold grudges. Besides, that dog collar was a lovely touch, really made my eyes pop. Almost wore it here today."

"I have to disagree, I'm not fond of necklaces, much less collars…or, you know…being caged while you wear my mates skin like a suit."

"I'm glad you're such a good sport. And Ava, I thought we'd made amends."

"Oh, we have. But if you ever put a collar on me again, I'll rip off your meat suits junk and feed it to you, deep fried, like carnival food." She smiled. Dean's hands immediately covered his own crotch. Rowena looked impressed at the threat, this girl must have had some serious balls to threaten the devil.

"Hey, red. Looking gorgeous as ever. Hey, I think a little apology is in order."

"You think you're the first man to try and kill me? Hello, Fergus." Grace looked confused, "Who the fuck is Fergus?"

"Mother." The blonde looked between the two, "Wait, so you two are…mother and son? Damn, looks like someone got beat with the ugly stick…" Sam and Dean both snickered at the joke.

"I don't see the resemblance, I mean she's got sex appeal and you…look like a banana in a peel…"

"I like this one, Fergus, she's got a good head on her shoulders." A bright light flashed on the fire side of the room.

"Hello, my children." Everyone turned to face Chuck, but Crowley was the first to speak.

"Him?"

"Rowena. Crowley. It's good to finally meet you in person."

"Sorry about, well, everything I've done in my life. Really, y-you can't have been a fan."

"Oh, yeah. I've been quietly rooting against you both for some time now. Although, I can't deny you're one of my guilty pleasures."

Rowena laughed, Grace looked disturbed. "Oh, God."

"Oh, god." Crowley mimicked, mirroring Graces disgust.

"All right, no flirting, and no fighting."

"Yeah, and no deals." Sam and Dean made sure to remind everyone why they were together. "No talks about who is owed what if we survive this."

"Nobody likes each other. It doesn't matter."

"We only have the fight ahead."

"Amara's looking for me. But I'm warded against her, for now. The second I drop the warding, she'll show. She'll be expecting a fight, and we'll give it to her. Shock and awe. Shock and Awe. You have your troops in position" the red haired witch rose her hand.

"Yes, Rowena?"

"Fabulous plan…god, but doesn't this strategy strike anyone as a wee bit un-strategic? Shouldn't we at least try and catch her off guard?"

"Is that sequence set in stone? Demon, Angel, Witch power? Seems to me that the first response should come from the most disposable force."

"Right! Good argument, doggie. Demon's first, it is." Lucifer stepped forward to "Help" Crowley.

"The weakest should go first. Naturally, that means the witches."

"Enough."

"After that, it's Lucifer's turn. Physical attack, one on one."

"What about Cas?"

"Oh, don't worry. Your pet's safety is my highest concern." Grace gave Lucifer a look and he returned it with sarcasm, if they survived this she was going to wring his neck. "Trust me, he's on board."

"Once she's been weakened, I will take the mark back from Amara and use it to seal her away. You ready?"

"Yeah."

"Wait, what?"

"God and I talked about this." Grace frowned. "I know you two are my big brother and all, but should this decision have been unanimous?"

"Someone needs to bear the mark."

"Well, that should be me. I-I've had it before. I'm damaged goods."

"Exactly. You've already been tainted. I can't transfer it to you. Sam volunteered." Dean pulled Sam off to the side.

"First Cas is making Kamikaze side plans and now you? You couldn't have talked to me?"

"We did talk."

"And what happens when the mark turns you psycho, Then what?"

"You…lock me up where I can't hurt anyone and you throw away the key."

"Sam, No."

"Dean, you told me you couldn't beat Amara, that it would have to be me. Well, this is it—me."

"I'm just saying, angel's can hurt her. It's worked before."

"If you call giving Amara a mild case of the pukes working."

"We're trying to disorientate her as much as hurt her. You underestimate witchcraft, Fergus, always have."

"If anything, she's inoculated. Full-scale demon attack. That's our "X" factor. Lucifer laughed.

"Look, we've talked about this it's time to do the smart thing."

"So what am I supposed to do?, just sit by and watch?"

"No. we're both in this fight. You're leading this army."

"Oh, you mean babysitting the bad guys?" Grace frowned, "Okay, Sam. Okay. God's plan."

The lights flickered inside the warehouse, the demons had gone into play, which meant Rowena had been successful in luring Amara. Crowley had left the building. It was a quite minute or two until the door opened and in walked Amara, looking slightly worse for wear. Her eyes looked around wildly before landing on Chuck.

"Hello, Brother. You cheated…" Grace stepped in front of her father and brothers. "Again. But-" Lucifer lunged at her from behind, spearing her through the middle, Amara fell to the ground and Lucifer prepared to strike her again.

"Son." The archangel stopped his attack. "I'm sorry." Chuck looked down at Amara before placing a gentle hand on Grace's shoulder, motioning for her to stand down.

"For this. For everything."

"An apology at last. What's sorry to me? I spent millions of years crammed into that cage…alone…and afraid, wishing—begging for death because of you! And what was my crime, brother?"

"The world needed to be born! And you wouldn't let me!" chucks eyes shifted to grace, "She needed to survive." Amara's eyes drifted to the blonde woman.

"I know you. from before, with Lucifer." Chuck knelt down to look his sister in the eyes.

"Amara, you gave me no choice."

"That's your story, not mine. The real reason you banished me, why I couldn't be allowed to exist…you couldn't stand it. No, we were equals. We weren't great or powerful, because we stood only in relation to one each other. You think you made the archangel to bring light? No. you made them to create lesser beings, to make you large, to make you lord. It was Ego! You wanted to be big!"

"That's true. But it isn't the whole truth. I didn't just make the angels…I made her, too." He motioned to Grace, "Out of parts of the two of us. She's better than we were, not one or the other. There's a value, a glory in creation…that's greater and truer than my pride or my ego. Call it Grace, call it being!"

Amara's eyes trailed to Grace again, a small look of wonder present in her brown eyes. "Whatever it is, it didn't come from my hands. It was there…waiting to be born. It just is, as you and I just were. Since you've been freed, I know that you've seen it. Felt it." Chuck and Amara both looked to Dean who's eyes immediately darted to t he floor like a school child who's eyes had just met his crush.

"It didn't have to be like this. I loved you, Brother." She laughed, taking another look at Grace, some surprise still lingered at knowing she had a child.

"Well…you've won again. Finish it. Kill me." She was just accepting it? That didn't make an ounce of sense.

"I'm sorry." There was sharp pang in graces chest as her father began transferring the mark.

"No. no, no!" she could hear her brothers pain s the mark seared itself into his skin.

"I'm so sorry."

"No. Not again!" her hand shot out and Grabbed chuck by the neck, the pain in her chest got worse.

"Not ever again!" Lucifer made to attack her again but was thrown back.

"Stop…" her voice was strangled as Amara continued her tirade.

"Good bye, Nephew" she expelled lucifer from Castiel, Dean took the opportunity to try and land a hit but also got blasted back.

"Please…stop…"

"I'd die a million times and murder you a million more before going back there! Tell me…if you won't change, why should I?" shadows spread along the floor.

"Amara, No!" one of the shadows stabbed through Chucks chest, creating a burst of light, a similar hole appeared on Grace's torso, so Chuck hadn't been lying, if one of them went, so did she. There was two…three…the mark hade removed itself from Sam's arm and both brothers watched in horror.

"Sorry, brother." There was a burst of bright light as Amara continued stabbing chuck, Sam and Dean shielded their eyes. When it finally cleared, both siblings were horrified.

"No. Amara, what have you done?"

"They're dead. God…and Grace…they're dead."

"No. they're dying. My brother will dim…and fade away into nothing, but not until he sees what comes next. Not until he watches this world, everything he created, everything he loves turn to ash." Amara stepped over to look at her artificially created daughter

"As for her…who's to say, Maybe she'll wake up…maybe she won't. Either way, welcome to the end."

I am sorry that this update took so long, my computer crapped out on me so I had to get it fixed, so it's been a long week. I also am losing steam on this project because it's not getting any feedback, I enjoy hearing from my readers, but it always seems to be an emoji of some sort which doesn't help my Motivation. Anyways, here is chapter 15, sorry not sorry that I left you all on a cliff hanger. I have got a few more things on the way in terms of projects, Project Icarus is in the works, but will not be posted until this story is finished, I'm also cutting it down from another 10 chapters. So we'll see what we end at.