Author's Note: So, here is the final chapter. I hope that you like it, and I wanted to say thank you to angeleyenc, sammysexslave, and BlueEyedPisces for reviewing the last chapter. Thanks to everyone who read/favorited/put this story on alert. This the is the final chapter of my first multi-chapter Supernatural fic, so any feedback would be great so that I know what is working, what didn't work, and all that sort of fun thing. So, please reivew!

"Dean, you've got to slow down. You're pushing a hundred, and getting us killed in a car accident sure as hell isn't going to save Lena," Sam said, clutching his seatbelt in a white-knuckled death grip. Dean's grip on the steering wheel was very much the same, and Cas sat in the back, oblivious.

"You should know from experience that no death of yours would be truly lasting. It would only delay your arrival," Cas remarked.

"That's still more time than we would want to waste," Sam answered, eyeing his brother. Dean was staring intently at the road in front of him as if he hadn't heard his brother speak. Realizing that nothing he said was going to make any difference whatsoever, he heaved a sigh of resigned frustration and continued to clutch at his seatbelt. Once got onto the interstate to take them into Detroit, Sam realized that they had very little in way of an actual plan. When he pointed this out, Dean shrugged.

"Take the sword, stab the Devil. Seem's pretty straightforward."

"Lucifer will be stronger than any angel that you have ever faced," Cas said from the back seat. "It will be worse than when you faced Zachariah."

"No, it won't," Dean answered tersely. Nothing could be worse than what Zachariah had done. Zachariah had started to flay Lena alive—the same way that Dean had in hell—and he was supposed to be one of the good guys. No, at least he had the satisfaction of knowing that Lucifer was an evil son of a bitch and he was supposed to be causing pain and misery. And he wasn't the one who was going to stand back and let her be hurt this time, ultimatums be damned.

"Lucifer is susceptible to holy fire just like every other angel," Sam said. "Would it kill him?"

"No," Cas said. "He is stronger than most. A fallen archangel. It would burn his vessel away, but he would be able to regenerate in a matter of minutes."

"That would be enough time for us to set up a holy oil circle to trap him though, right?"

"Perhaps. But in order to stab him, someone would have to step inside the circle with him, and the circle would only contain his powers—"

"Meaning?" Dean asked, a tad snappishly, from the front of the car.

"Inside the circle, he still has all his powers at his disposal. He could destroy you with the snap of his fingers."

"So that means that the only person who could step in would be me," Sam concluded. There was a long, tense silence in the car. "It's the truth and we all know it. Lena is currently unarmed, and might not be in any kind of shape to fight Lucifer when we get there. And even if she was, you're not going to let her step into the circle," he finished, pointing at his brother. Dean didn't bother to argue, because he knew that his brother was right.

"So our plan is to firebomb Lucifer with holy oil and hope that somehow Sam gets close enough to kill him?" Sam nodded. "And you like this plan," he asked, looking at Cas in the rearview mirror.

"No. It is the worst plan I have ever heard, but I find that you usually exceed my expectations."

It took them too long to get to Detroit, in Dean's opinion. It was too long for Sam, too, who had to put up with Dean's obnoxious nervous habits the whole time. Sam tried to make light conversation, to push the nervousness aside and act like there was no chance that this plan would fail. Dean didn't play along. Sam remembered when they had sung "Dead or Alive" at the top of their lungs in the car when Dean had less than 24 hours to live. Maybe he only liked to joke when it was his life on the line.

"Dean, Lena's smart and tough. I'm sure she's—"

"She's fine," Dean said quietly, not taking his eyes off the road. "She's fine."

And she was fine, for the most part. Lucifer hadn't tied her up, which was a plus, except that she knew the reason he hadn't tied her up was because he could overpower her in a heartbeat if he really wanted to. But he didn't. Instead, he spent the whole time talking to her, telling her his life story about how God and Michael betrayed him.

When she realized what he was doing, she very nearly laughed. "Mr. Lucifer, you're trying to seduce me. Aren't you?"

He smiled at her, a real, genuine smile that actually reached his eyes. It wasn't the wolfish, predatory smile that she had expected. Ever so gently, he reached out and touched her cheek. His hands were cold, a sharp contrast to the warmth she had had with Dean just a few hours ago. But he wasn't harsh or violent like she had expected, which was a relief.

"Most humans want kindness in a mate, do they not?"

"Yes. Yes, we do," she answered quietly.

"And you want tenderness and understanding?" he asked, studying her face.

She nodded. "Yes."

"I understand. Your father treated you brother better than he ever treated you, and then your brother betrayed you. He tricked you into selling your soul when you were too young to understand. He sent you to Hell. My father did the same thing. He treated Michael better than the rest, even though I loved him better than all the others. And then, at his request, Michael betrayed me and cast me into Hell. I know what you've been through. No one else can understand that the way I do," he said, his voice velvety soft.

"And our children…we know what it's like to be the unfavored child. Our children would never hurt the way we did. They would never feel neglected or despised, and they would never want for anything. I would be a good father."

Lucifer wrapped his arms around her and held her against him, resting his head on top of hers. It all seemed too domestic to her; Lucifer wasn't supposed to want a happy, healthy home with kids crawling around on the floor and playing with the family dog. But those children would be cold, heartless killers, she reminded herself, playing with the family hellhound. He would torture her and twist her into something demonic so she could help destroy the world. They would be the family that slays together, slaying the forces of good. But if playing along kept her from being tortured, she would.

She shivered, and she wasn't sure if it was from fear or cold. No, she decided, it was both. Lucifer chose to interpret it as cold, and pulled away. Under all the dark circles and the dead skin, she could see the sincerity in his eyes. He wanted her to understand, to see things the way that he did so that they could be happy. If she could see things his way, she would be happy with what had to happen to her. He kissed her gently on the forehead, the cheeks, lightly across the lips.

There was a loud crashing sound and some screaming from outside, and Lucifer pulled away from her. Quickly, he ran to the window to see what was going on. She couldn't see past him, but she knew that it had to be Dean, Sam, and Cas coming to bust her out and ice the devil. But she wasn't supposed to know this, so she tried to look as surprised as possible.

Lucifer grinned; it was a cold grin, so different from the genuine smile he had shown her earlier. "It looks like your lover has decided that you need saving. Dean really isn't the brightest, is he? He's delivering me my true vessel, and very shortly we can get to work on building that family," he said, kissing her again. "There's going to be some fighting, and I don't want you hurt. Go out this door to the room across the hall."

She nodded, and as she stepped towards the door, it broke open. Dean lead the charge, pushing her out of the way as Cas and Sam threw two flaming bottles at Lucifer. He exploded into flames, screaming at the excruciating pain, and burned up in seconds.

"Alright, let's get you out of here," Dean told her, taking her hand in is. He tossed Sam the angel sword as he guided Lena towards the door.

"What? He's dead, righ—"

"No. He'll be back shortly, and you have to get out of here," Cas said from behind her.

"I'm not leaving you guys. He thinks that I'm drinking his cool aid and buying into this whole "happy family" yarn of his. If I leave, it's only going to piss him off." Behind Dean, Sam was pouring a ring of holy oil onto the floor, and Cas was already prepared with a lighter at the ready. She smiled and kissed Dean quick and hard on the mouth. "I have an idea," she whispered. "Trust me."

She quickly took her place hiding in the corner of the room, out of sight of her rescuers. Picking up a large chuck of the broken door, Lena clutched it in her hands as if using it as a weapon, and sat back to wait for Lucifer to reappear. It didn't take long at all. He reappeared, looking slightly worse for wear than he had when he disappeared. As soon as he appeared in the circle, Cas dropped the lighter and it went up in flames.

Lucifer looked around, clearly in a state of near panic, until he saw Lena crouched in the corner with her weapon, apparently unseen by Dean and the others. Then Lucifer grinned and turned to his captors. "So this was your plan? Save the girl and trap me in flaming holy fire? I hate to tell you this, but the fire is going to burn out sooner or later."

"It will keep you here long enough for us to get Lena," Dean said roughly. "Now where is she, you son of a bitch?"

"She was here when you broke down my door. She didn't run to you with open arms?" he asked, sounding far too pleased with himself.

"You brainwashed her, you bastard. Now where did she go?" Dean demanded.

"I haven't the foggiest idea."

"He's lying," Cas said. Even Lucifer rolled his eyes.

"Tell us where she is, or we're going to Molotov you into the next millennium," Sam snapped. "And I imagine that after a while it would get old."

"Sam, I don't know why you're fighting me on this. You and understand what it is to be a disappointment to your father, and so do I. And Lena does, too. We're birds of a feather, the three of us. We belong together. She knows this. She accepted that we're meant to be together."

"No, we're not," Sam answered, his teeth clenched tightly.

"You're worried that we would hurt her. You think that she wouldn't want to be with us, to know us…in the Biblical sense. But she does. She understands about family and the way that things are supposed to be between a husband and wife and their children. And we wouldn't hurt her, Sam. We could do things to her that would make her moan in pleasure and beg for more—"

"Stop it," Dean growled, not wanting to hear it. He hated the idea of Lucifer having his hands on Lena, and he especially hated the idea of her liking it.

"What? You don't want to hear about how she wants a family, and you'll never be able to give her one. It isn't really your fault, and I understand that. We could say it was John's. But you'll never be able to have that family because the road will always be calling your name. You'll always have the urge to sow your wild oats. I can give her a family—"

"A family of monsters. You would torture her!"

"She would let go of her humanity for us. For her family. Because she would love us."

"I would, Dean," Lena said, stepping out of her corner, the piece of the door lowered but still in her hand. "He understands what is means to be the child that's always a disappointment. You were John's perfect, golden child. You'll never understand what it means to be hated by your parents."

As she spoke, she crossed the room to where Lucifer was trapped in the holy fire. When Dean tried to stop her from entering the circle, she swung at him with the piece of wood, successful in her attempt to repel him. With a graceful leap, she entered the circle and took her place beside Lucifer. He put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her possessively on the mouth. The little moan of pleasure that it elicited from Lena was enough to make Dean want to jump in there and beat the hell out of him. When they pulled away, Lena was panting, her breath visible in the chill emanating from Lucifer.

"This is how it's supposed to be, Sam. Come with us. Say yes," Lena whispered extending her hand. Sam looked at his brother and then into the circle with Lucifer and Lena. After a long moment, he nodded.

"This is how it has to be to be, Dean. You know that we can't fight destiny forever," he said. Then he stepped into the circle. Lena smiled and kissed Lucifer, putting her arms around him and pulling him close. When she released him, she could see that genuine, happy smile on his face.

And then it changed to a look of shock and horror as Sam jammed the angel sword through his heart. Lucifer dropped to his knees, crying out in pain. But it wasn't a scream or a groan, it was a whisper. It was a sad, wistful whisper.


Then someone was pulling her backwards out of the circle and pushing her to the ground. She felt the weight of someone's body over her as her back slammed into the hard wooden floor; it was a warm body, human. A hand came over her eyes, but even so, she could still see the powerful light that filled the room. And then, in a flash, it was gone. It was gone and they were left in darkness.

She peeled open her eyes and pushed back a familiar hand. Even without looking, she recognized those calluses and those short, close-cut fingernails. The faint smell of motor oil and motel room soap made her smile.

"Dean, I think you can let me up now," she whispered breathlessly. He studied her underneath him, checking to make sure that she was whole and unhurt.

"No. Not yet," he answered, kissing her soundly. It was a slow, unhurried kiss. He could take his time now, because they had all the time in the world. Well, all the time that people had in the world. She wound her fingers in his hair, trying to make sure that he was there, that he was alright.

"You know that I didn't mean anything that I said. I don't want to be with—"

"Shh…I know," he said, gently cupping her face in his hands.

"—Lucifer and I don't want to have evil babies—"

"And I don't want to watch you two make those non-evil babies," Sam grumbled loudly from across the room. Upon hearing him, Lena blushed profusely. Dean just grinned and helped her up from the floor. Everyone was still in one piece accept for Nick, Lucifer's vessel, who was lying in a puddle of blood on the floor. Cas and Sam quickly pulled themselves off the floor and Sam guided a clueless Cas out the door. "We'll just be waiting in the car," Sam said over his shoulder.

Lena and Dean grinned. "I'm serious, Dean. I didn't mean anything that I said. Lucifer was trying to seduce me, to make me believe that he could give me the perfect family, and if I played along, he didn't hurt me. And I thought that if I was still…in one piece when you got here, I could help you kill hi—"

"I know. But what he said about me…some of it is true. The road, it's part of me. You can't have kids and a normal life on the road."

"Normal is boring," she whispered. "Well, maybe not, but I don't have to have normal. I'll have whatever works for us."

"Whatever works for us, huh? Me, too," he agreed.

"So what works for you?"

"Well, there's this girl—no, woman—and I love her. So, she's got to be there," he said with a smile. Lena tried to look quizzical, like she didn't know who he was talking about, but the smile that she couldn't keep off her face was ruining it. She was grinning like a fool, and she knew it.

"You love this woman?" she asked, hope filling her. Of course, she knew that he cared, and she should have known that he loved her, but she hadn't dared to hope. Well, until now.

"Yeah. She used herself as bait and got kidnapped by the devil, and I realized that I didn't want to have to live the rest of my life without her. And the best thing is…she loves me, too. You know how I can tell?"

"It couldn't be that she's grinning like a jackass eating briars, could it?" she said, unable to contain her happy laughter.

"A jackass eating briars?

"You know, like, really happy."

"Oh, yeah, she's definitely happy."

Unable to keep up the game anymore, she began to laugh even more into the front of Dean's shirt. It was a fully-body laugh that came from her belly; it was the laugh of someone who was completely and irrevocably happy. It was a great laugh. He stopped her laughter with a kiss, though by the time they pulled away from each other, they were both laughing.

"So we'll make this work? We'll do whatever we have to?" Lena asked, though she already knew the answer.

"Damn right, we will."