A/N: Ok, well, that was a hot second...whoops. So, as you may have noticed, I am not dead, which is cool. Sorry that high school literally sucked me away from writing. That's my bad. I also moved across the country last year, so that's some of it. Some part of my primary laptop is messed up and now the fan doesn't work, so I'm hoping to replace that here soon (so in its place I'm using my school laptop, you know, because that's definitely what it was purchased for). Since the last time I posted I became an actual, real adult (shocker, I know), and I graduated high school. I moved schools during the last month of junior year and graduated in a whole other state. So, yeah. It's been a bit crazy. Also, I've (obviously) decided to rework and even rewrite some old chapters. I hate how I left it with chapter 7, as I felt I had nowhere to go with it, and I can tell that chapter 6 was written at midnight in a sloppy attempt at uploading. Whoops. So, yeah, you all will be getting a reworked chapter 6 along with a completely rewritten chapter 7 and most likely a chapter 8 by the end of the week. I am so incredibly sorry for the hold-up, but, without further ado (2 laptops and 3 years later) here is a rewrite of chapters 6 and 7 along with chapter 8! Thanks and Enjoy.

Lucifer laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, you are a funny little thing, aren't you? I'm not going to give you a permanent form. Not now, at least. I'm busy, you see. Trying to run an apocalypse and, currently, I don't need any help from things like you."

Bill looked distraught, looking defiantly up at the younger being. It was odd, almost funny, seeing the two size each other. The ridiculous child not getting his way, and the adult absolutely refusing to give it to him.

"You will do what I say! I could give you the apocalypse you deserve! Taking people hostage as our throne, destroying the ones who defy us. I can make you the God of your own universe!" Bill's voice was raised, straining to keep within Dipper's normal range.

"Not now. While your offer is...appealing, I have some things I have to deal with for right now." Lucifer shot a quick glance Sam's way. "Maybe we could discuss this deal a bit later, when I'm less occupied. Next time, though, give me a smaller audience. Thanks, but I'm not going to deal with you just yet," Luci finished the conversation.

A flapping sound signaled the disappearance of the Angel. Bill let out a spine chilling scream, leaving Dipper's body, shouting at Dipper as he did so.

"!FFO SI LAED RUO WON ROF !SENIP REPPID ,YDOB RUOY DNA UOY ROF NRUTER LLIW I"

Dipper quickly took back his body, stumbling as he stood back up. Wendy, Soos, and Stan ran out, hearing the shouting and the commotion. Castiel helped Dipper stand back up, putting a gentle hand on his back. Dipper was suddenly aware of the Mabel projectile launching itself at him, bracing himself for the impact. She hugged him, as if she would never let go, and he wrapped his arms around his sister.

"What's going on out here?" Grunkle Stan questioned, putting himself between the strangers, who were now joining Cas, and the kids. "What are you two doing back?" He asked, remembering Sam and Dean's faces.

The brothers looked at each other and shrugged, deciding to tell the older man what was as close to the truth as possible.

Sam began to explain, "Well, we were told by a friend that Mab-"

Mabel cut him off, "Maybe we should go inside, first. It's a bit of a long story, and Dipper needs to rest a bit. It's been a long few days."

SPN ~ GF ~ SPN ~ GF ~ SPN ~ GF ~ SPN ~ GF

The silence that followed the story Mabel told, with additions by Sam and Dean, was deafening. Wendy and Soos were clearly in shock, while Grunkle Stan seemed almost...upset. Mabel stayed by Dipper's side, anxious to break the silence. The five, Sam, Dean, Mabel, Cas, and Dipper, had decided to keep quiet about who had possessed Dipper, and their previous encounters with the demon. The only sounds in the Shack were Waddle's snores as he slept on Mabel's feet and the shuffling of Cas' pacing feet.

Stan finally broke the silence, "So, you two aren't with the police or anything, then? You just came to help Mabel and Dipper?"

"Yep. She called our friend and we came out to help. We weren't really doing much else and we figured it'd be a usual day for us. We do this crap for a living, you know?" Dean shifted.

Stan nodded and silence filled the Shack once more. Sam stood suddenly, scratching the back of his neck.

"I'm going back to the Motel for some stuff. Anyone want to to join me?"

Castiel stood, clearing his throat. "I would like to."

"I guess I'm stuck here until they get back, then," Dean grumbled with a sigh as Sam and Castiel quickly made their way out the door.

Stan got up, saying, "Make yourself comfortable, though I'm not sure why you want to stay back."

Dipper heard Dean grumble about something not feeling finished as Stan began to head out of the living room.

Slowly the crowd seemed to disperse and Dean and Mabel were left alone in the room together.

"Did he tell you why?" Dean asked softly.

Mabel shook her head silently, looking down as if she suddenly couldn't meet Dean's eyes. Dean slowly nodded, leaving them both in silence. Mabel finally got up and began to head upstairs and Dean wondered outside for some fresh air.

What a case...

Yep, that there is a whole different ending. One that, I'm hoping, leads to a different (better?) path for this fic.