Author's Note:

Well, guys…it's over. One day there might be a third part about the kids, but I have to finish LCA first lol. Thank you so much to the loyal reviewers that have stuck with me and been patient even when updates have taken two freakin' weeks! I can't express how much I love you all. Sometimes my muse just didn't want to cooperate for this fic, but with the help of your never ending support it has finally reached its end :-) Hugs and kisses to all of you unbelievably amazing people and I hope to see you again soon!

P.S. I know it's not really an epilogue, sorry.

"Heel to toe takes you from my side

In and out, every breath divides

My eyes to your head, I can't go the distance

But when you go, you take me in an instant…

But in this life, I'll give it time

'Cause it's always spinning up from behind

It'll be alright, it will be fine

'Cause it's nothing more than ordinary life…"

~Ordinary Life by Kristen Barry

It was like nothing had ever happened. Life was peaceful in the homes of the Winchesters and their friends, Gabriel apparently thinking getting pregnant AGAIN was a proper way to celebrate. Sam's exasperated groan in response could be heard throughout the entire neighborhood. Dean and Castiel were as inseparable as ever, their bond to each other strengthening with each day as did their bonds with James and Mary. And James smiled and laughed a lot more, such a nice change from the years when he was without Cas. Even Isadora, though she was just as rebellious and tough as ever, spent a little more time genuinely smiling instead of sporting her trademark smirk. But much to Sam and Gabriel's dismay, she didn't become any less of a handful.

Of course life still had its small disasters every now and then. Take for example Bones getting wasted on his eighteenth birthday and kissing Crowley, only to nearly get smote by Aziraphale and spend the next week awkwardly avoiding the shocked demon. Gallaghers will be Gallaghers. Then there was Sam and Gabriel's son Nate, who with age became the object of affection to yet another Gallagher. Leo, one of the twins' younger siblings, had a massive crush on Izzy's little brother. But thankfully for him, he didn't quite have Bones' luck. Nate actually reciprocated with time. It seemed like Gallaghers were just bound to end up with things for the Winchesters, much like Sam and Dean had found themselves so hopelessly falling for Gabriel and Cas that it seemed like yet another war with destiny.

A month after Castiel's return, they had the largest family reunion in the history of the world. In attendance was Adam, Anna, their daughter Millanie, Jo, Lucifer, their kids Nicholas and Ellie, Leslie, Andy, the pack of Gallagher kids and relatives, Sam, Gabriel, their flock, Dean, Cas, James and Mary, Hades, Kali, Mary (Dean's mother, not daughter) John, God (he insisted on baking cookies for the event), Aziraphale, Crowley, Balthazar, and even Michael. They had purchased what had to be the universe's largest dining table for the event.

Laughter and conversation lit up the room, but no one missed the way Lucifer picked idly at his food or how scared and depressed Aziraphale and Crowley looked. Kerberosel had never woken up. He breathed, his half angelic grace was intact, and he slept as if he could awake at any moment, but he never once opened his eyes. Though it wasn't spoken aloud, everyone was starting to wonder if he was going to wake up. Every time Crowley walked into his son's room late at night, seeing his blond curls fanned out on the pillow underneath him and his deep, even breathing, he prayed to whatever deity that was listening for Kerberosel to wake up. For him to squeeze Crowley's hand, for some kind of sign he was still in there. No signs ever came.

And when we say Sam and Gabriel's kids were there, we do mean all of them. Even Loki, new and improved. Spending three weeks being drained of the demon blood in his system had left him pretty weak and shaken, especially after he remembered trying to kill his friends and his own sister, but he had bounced back like a true Winchester. Isadora was all the better for having her twin back. Life was starting to settle back into place, disrupted only by the absence of a British half breed that should have been at Lucifer's side, stealing glances at him when he thought the werewolf/demigod wasn't looking. It was like a gaping, black hole.

Another week passed, and Lucifer was at his wit's end. He kept going over ways to help Kerberosel, and it was that Saturday when he realized the answer was staring him in the face. No doctor alive could possibly understand Kerberosel…except for one. The man that died at the hands of Eva. And if all of the deaths caused by her interference had been reversed (despite Izzy being the one to stab him), then he should be alive and at least semi-well. The young doctor had been possessed by a demon, by all means he wouldn't be that surprised if Lucifer asked him to treat a half angel. Assuming Lucifer was right and that this man was alive.

He got the doctor's address by telling one of the nurses that he was a friend of the Noir family, and before long he was standing before a sizeable apartment complex belonging to the young man that had treated James after his attempted suicide. Lucifer took a deep breath and walked inside, locating the correctly numbered room and knocking on the door. He waited with bated breath. Bones had been trying to cheer him up, but the only thing that could help how he was feeling was having Kerberosel back.

A tall, black-haired man opened the door, eyes crystal blue and flecked with sapphire around the pupils. "Hello…" he said softly.

Lucifer exhaled a massive sigh of relief. "Doctor Noir. I need your help…please."

Before long Joseph was sitting by Kerberosel's bedside, examining him carefully. Aziraphale, Crowley, and Lucifer hovered right behind him. He was calm and controlled, seeming totally unscathed by having not only been possessed by a demon but also been stabbed to death before being miraculously brought back to life. Lucifer hadn't mentioned Kerberosel was also half demon for obvious reasons and Joseph didn't ask what else was in him besides angel. So far all was going fairly well.

"I think I know what's wrong with him," Joseph murmured, sliding on a pair of black spectacle reading glasses.

"What?" Crowley asked immediately.

"His body has lapsed into a sleep not unlike a coma, but he still has brain activity similar to that of someone conscious. He's in a void between the waking world and the comatose one. I've seen this one other time, three years ago. She was a Nephilim. This seems to be an angel's natural defense mechanism against death. His heart in reaction to his brain pattern is beating an excess of-"

"Get to the point, Doctor Noir," Crowley hissed. "What can we do to help him?"

Joseph sighed, opening a small, leather bound book full of nearly indecipherable handwriting. It seemed to be his own personal medical journal. "Erica, the Nephilim girl, didn't wake up until a demon seeking revenge dealt her a mortal wound in her sleep." He blinked calmly, looking between Lucifer and Kerberosel's parents.

Zira bristled. "Are you suggesting we kill my son again?"

"You must shock him into consciousness. It's the only way."

"I won't," Lucifer snarled. "He's been through enough godsdamnit, I'm not going to let you hurt him!"

"Let him die then." Joseph rose, his voice cold but his eyes calm because he knew Lucifer's decision before Lucifer even made it. "I've done all I can do."

And he walked outside with a clear conscience, because there were too many people in that house who loved Kerberosel to let him die.

"I can't do this, Crowley," Zira whispered, his blond curls shielding his face as he hung his head.

The demon wrapped his arms around his husband's shaking form. "I'll do it. Someone has to."

"Let me."

They looked over to see Lucifer still standing in the doorway, who hadn't spoken since the doctor left. Aziraphale looked at Crowley, who was staring at Lucifer. The demon's expression was unreadable. They both trusted Lucifer, they had known him since he was a baby and he was Kerberosel's best friend, but they could hardly make this decision lightly. Doctor Noir had saved James' life, but they were weary of trusting the theory of shocking their son awake by stabbing him. It would either save him or finish killing him. Lucifer met their gazes evenly, not wavering once.

"Okay."

Crowley turned to Aziraphale, ready to protest but seeing the air of finality in the angel's eyes. Like Kerberosel, Zira's instincts never failed him. So Crowley nodded to Lucifer and stepped towards the back of the room with Aziraphale, watching as the demigod/werewolf withdrew a knife from a leg holster under his jeans. Zira buried his head in Crowley's shoulder, unable to watch. Crowley clenched his jaw as he watched the blade leap out from Lucifer's pocketknife. Kerberosel was so still, so lifeless. It was worth taking this chance if it meant seeing his son awake again.

"I hope to gods this works," Lucifer whispered.

Please, gods, let this work.

Then he plunged the blade into the half breed's chest.

Kerberosel sucked in a sharp breath, back arching off the bed and eyes flying open. Zira looked up from Crowley's shoulder, Crowley felt his mind go completely blank of hope until he was sure, and Lucifer could barely breathe as he pulled the blade back out. Kerberosel's brown eyes were full of shock, fear, and wonder as he stared down at the already healing wound on his chest. Had it not been for Crowley and Aziraphale standing there, Lucifer probably would have kissed Kerberosel right then and there. They all waited for a few moments, but as soon as it was apparent the half breed was staying awake, his parents were by his side in a flash.

"What happened? How did you…?" Kerberosel asked hoarsely, voice cracked from not having been used recently.

He was immediately swathed in the relieved, overjoyed exclamations of his parents, and Lucifer slipped away.

Three days. Three long days before Kerberosel saw his wolf again. He was standing outside, fingers lightly caressing the leaves of a snow covered tree. Snow fell and melted in his wavy hair. Joseph had been by to check on him this morning and pronounced him as good as new. Thrilled with the news, the half breed had called Lucifer and gotten his voicemail. He had left three messages before finally coming to the realization that perhaps he had pushed things too far when they went back in time. Maybe Lucifer was simply done with him. The thought made his eyes well up with unwanted tears.

"Kerberosel."

Dark eyes widened as he spun to see Lucifer making his way through the snow. Kerberosel smiled wider than he had since awakening, frozen on the spot for a moment before starting to walk towards Lucifer. His heart started skipping beats erratically. He had no idea what to do or say. It was like the time he was twelve and first became aware of his crush on Lucifer. Or like when he was fourteen and accepted that he was in love with Lucifer. He was rendered speechless. Going back in time, he could do. Dying, he could handle. Coming back to life, he could handle that too. But Lucifer? It was his greatest weakness.

"Lucifer, I…"

He was cut off by Lucifer taking his face in his hands, pulling Kerberosel to him in a hard, fierce kiss. The half angel gasped in surprise but wrapped his arms around Lucifer's neck, leaning up on his tiptoes to accommodate the height difference. Lucifer's hands slid over his back, up towards the back of his neck and into the soft curls of his hair. Finally. Kerberosel had dreamt of this more times than he cared to count but had never dared hope the thoughts might have been reciprocated.

"Lucifer," he whispered as they pulled apart. It was now or never. "I…I love you."

Lucifer kissed Kerberosel again, softer this time. He nodded slowly. "Yeah. I think I might love you too."

Kerberosel almost died again when he heard that. And dying was one thing he'd had enough of for one lifetime.

Life was good. Hell, it was damn good. There was just no other way to put it. Dean stood on the front porch of Sam and Gabriel's house, his arm wrapped around Castiel's shoulders as they watched the younger kids play. James stood close by with Mary, Lucifer and Kerberosel sat on the hood of the demigod's car holding hands, Sam was chasing Gabriel all over the yard like they were a couple of kida, God was on the barbeque with the steaks for the cookout, and the whole rest of the gang were there and having one hell of a time. Dean smirked amusedly as he watched Leo glaring Nate down as the Gabriel spawn rambled about this boy Harry he met that was from England and how gorgeous he was.

"I still can't believe we were apart for twelve years…looking at you now, it's like you were never even gone," Dean admitted, taking a swig of beer.

Cas smiled and dropped his head onto Dean's shoulder. "I wasn't gone. I was there, even when you couldn't see me. Even when I couldn't see you. I never left."

Dean wasn't sure if he would ever fully recover from the decade plus some he spent without his angel. He carried the scars even now. He said that it was as if Cas was never gone, but that wasn't the true. Not a day went by when he didn't look over into his angel's blue eyes and thank anything above that might be listening that Castiel was there, alive, that Dean had him back. He was terrified of every little thing he thought might harm his angel and knew he would never forget those horrid twelve years. The loneliness, the grief, and having all that amplified when James tried to kill himself.

"Yeah well if you ever die again, I'm coming to Heaven to kick your ass."

The angel laughed softly. "I love you, Dean."

"I love you too, Cas."

They kissed, and it was like a kiss from a fairytale. The perfect backdrop for the credits to roll, the ending of a love story as beautiful as it was tragic. Because not even death could keep them apart, just like Sam and Gabriel had found it in themselves to fall in love when the archangel came to the hunter begging for his help. Their stories had finally come to the perfect end.

But as for the children…well, their love stories were just beginning.