The Winchesters, Heaven, and Hell (Supernatural fanfic)

Chapter Twenty Three - Swan Song: Part Two

"Louise." Gabriel says, trying to get my attention. "Aria."

"Don't call me that." I snap, looking at him. We're in his apartment. He knows everything. 

"Look, i know those assholes messed up, but trust me, it wasn't your fault" 

I stand up looking at him, glaring. "Yeah right its not my fault!" I shout. "All of this is my fault! Not just Sam and Dean, but everything! The whole world's gonna die because of me!" I walk to the kitchen, stanching a bottle of Vodka without saying anything more.

He stands up, and walks over, snatching it out of my hand just before i take a drink. "You shut up and listen to me! You might have started it, but its not your fault of what happened from then on." He pauses. "Now you do not drink, you fight. Got it?" 

"Fight? How the fuck can i fight!" I shout back, looking at him. "I don't have any powers! Let alone Angel's wings! How the hell can I help now!" 

"You can kick him out!" Gabriel says, looking at me. I open my eyes, wide. 

"What?" I whisper.

"You can kick Lucifer out of Sam, and put him back in the other vessel." Gabriel repeats, going around the table and sitting down on the sofa. 

"And how can i do that?" I exclaim, going around to face him as he takes a drink of the vodka.

He looks at me, a small smile painted on his face.

The next day, i arrive at the graveyard, hiding in the trees, as i wait for it all to go down. After a while, Lucifer comes, appearing facing me. He thankfully doesn't see me.

I sigh. Poor Sammy. He must be going through hell right now. 

He stands there for a while, until a blackbird comes onto the tree. His eyes immediately flicker to it. He looks after it, then there's a flicker of wings. Michael appears there, watching him.

"Its good to see you, Michael." Lucifer starts.

"You too. Its been too long" Michael says, eyes not leaving his Lucifer's.

"Can you believe its finally here." Lucifer says, standing up straight.

Michael looks around, then steps forward. "No. Not really" He stops just two metres away from Lucifer. He sighs. "You ready?"

Lucifer sighs too, "As i'll ever be." He mutters. "Part of me wishes we didn't have to do this."

"Yeah" Michael replies. This is so awkward. "Me too."

"Then why are we?" Lucifer asks.

"Oh you know why." Michael replies. "I have no choice after what you did." 

Lucifer steps forward a bit. "What I did? What if its not my fault?" 

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Think about it. Dad, made, everything. Which means.. he made me who i am. God wanted, the Devil."

"So?" Michael replies.

"So why? And why make us fight? I just cant figure out the point"

"Whats your point?" Michael looks up at him. 

"We're going to kill each other." Lucifer says, "And for what? One of Dad's tests? We don't even know the answer. We're brothers. Lets just walk off the chess board." Michael looks away, turning slightly.

"I'm sorry i, i cant do that" He says, looking back at him "I'm a good son and I have my orders"

"You don't have to follow them." Lucifer replies, pointedly.