Whilst Sam and Dean went on a food run, Eden was left, yet again, to babysit.
"So, where were you?" Lucifer asked his father as he read through a random book.
"That's a... A long story." Chuck replied, standing a few feet away from him with his arm crossed. "How do you feel? I healed you."
"Mm, yeah. Didn't ask you to." Lucifer retorted, sitting down on the steps to the library.
"Son, be reasonable." Chuck huffed.
"One cosmic band-aid on my knee and what? You think that we're even now? Is it time for us to go play catch in the yard?" The Devil snarked. "Screw you."
"Can we please get over the daddy issues, please? It's barely been half an hour and I already want to jump from the ISS..." Eden groaned, planting her head on the map table as the brothers walked in with bagfuls of food. "Yesss. Saved by the door."
"Guys." Dean greeted as they came down the stairs.
"Hey, how's it going in here?" Sam asked.
"Never. Leave me. Again." Eden grumbled between hitting her forehead on the table.
"That bad, huh?" Dean smirked.
"Listen, I know I've been gone for a while. I missed a few... Million birthdays..." Chuck started.
"Yeah, and then the second your apes send a distress flare, boom! Daddy's home!" Lucifer's brows raised as he continued to look through the book.
The brothers placed the bags down on the table. Dean went over to take over mediating whilst Sam walked over to Eden, who stood up to hug him.
"Was it that bad?" He asked her, wrapping his arms round her waist as she stood on her toes to hug his neck.
"You bloody left me with the two people in this universe I hate most. How do you think it went?" She mumbled into his shoulder.
"That's not what happened." Chuck continued.
"Hey, these apes saved your ass." Dean butt in.
Lucifer glared up at him and snapped his fingers. But nothing happened.
"He can't hurt you." Chuck shook his head at Dean as Sam and Eden walked over.
"Oh, so you're controlling me now!" Lucifer protested.
"It's just a safeguard."
"Hey guys, uh, Chuck," Sam spoke up. "Lucifer, Dean, Eden... Do you think we can try and focus here, you know? End of the world, common enemy, all that."
"Why do you think I stayed and babysat these muppets like you asked me to?" Eden mumbled, rolling her eyes.
"Enemy of my enemy is my friend. Team Amara. Go Amara." Lucifer stood up, standing less than half a foot in front of his dad.
"You don't mean that." Chuck said.
"You're really not gunna say it." Lucifer narrowed his eyes.
"He's not gunna say what?" Sam asked.
"Screw you." The Devil whispered, looking Chuck dead in the eye with nothing but distain. He then turned to the rest of them. "Screw all of you."
With that, he made his exit towards the bedrooms.
"Kids, huh?" Chuck scoffed, wandering lazily through the library. "Hey, Eden? Mind if I use your piano?"
"Break it, I'll break you." Eden glared.
Chuck looked back at her and saw how serious she was. He gulped, nodding quickly before leaving.

From one end of the Bunker, they had Chuck singing along to the piano piece he was playing. On the other, Lucifer had liberated Sam and Eden's bedroom and was blasting music as loud as he could.
It only took ten minutes of constant noise before the trio gave up, deciding to take on Lucifer first.
Sam pounded his fist on the locked bedroom door whilst Dean stood next to him with his arms crossed and Eden stood behind them, leaning against the wall with hers crossed too.
"Lucifer!" The younger brother yelled, still pounding on the door. "At some point you're gunna have to come out and talk to... God..."
"How the Hell did this become our lives?" Eden frowned, earning a shrug from Sam.
"This is like the worst episode of 'Full House' ever." Dean commented just as the music turned down.
"If dad has something to say to me, I'll hear it from him!" Lucifer yelled through the door. "Until then, I'll be in my room."
"That's not your room." Dean scoffed.
"It's our room!" Sam replied, looking to Eden as the music levels went up again.
"I can always break the door down and force him out." She shrugged.
"Oh, yeah, because that's gunna help." Dean rolled his eyes as Sam pounded on the door a couple more times. "Whatever..."
The brothers walked off, leaving Eden still standing there.
"Go through my drawers, I'll burn your bloody eyelids off." She shouted, following the brothers.

Later in the day, Chuck was making pancakes in the kitchen, complete with a white chef's apron. Sam, Dean and Eden sat at the island counter watching him.
"Just talk to him." Sam pleaded.
"Won't do any good." Chuck replied, pouring some pancake mixture on the flat-top stove.
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"'Cause I can't give him what he wants."
"And what's that?" Dean frowned.
"What everyone wants - my sister, my children, you Humans - an apology. A big, wet 'I'm sorry'. There's only one time I ever apologised and that was to Eden. Which brings me to the other thing Lucifer wants that I can't give him." Chuck replied, turning and pointing his spatula at the girl.
"Give him the apology! It's not like he's asking for a weapon or Hell or for Heaven. He's asking for words... And apparently Eden. But that's off the table." Dean frowned.
"Good, I'm glad we've cleared that up. I was getting worried." Eden rolled her eyes.
"I can't say I'm sorry if I'm not." Chuck replied, handing the boys a plate of pancakes each. "What he wants an apology for; I did it for Humanity - for the world. If he'd had got his claws into Eden as much as Eden had her claws in him, they would've caused chaos and ruin wherever they went. No offence, Eden."
"None taken. You're probably right." Eden shrugged.
"Look, Lucifer wants what everybody wants - Amara gone, okay? Let's just give him a little time to cool off." Chuck attempted a reassuring smile, bringing his 'World's greatest dad' coffee cup to his lips.
"Okay, well, I don't know if you've noticed, but 'a little bit of time' is not something we have." Dean retorted. "The end is friggin' nigh."
Chuck looked down with a sigh as he nodded.
"Just... Eat your pancakes." He said, moving over to the fridge to grab a blood bag for Eden, throwing it to her.

After a few more hours of awkward passings in the corridors and snide remarks from Lucifer, the trio had had more than enough.
"Saying it yet?" Lucifer mumbled as he walked through the War room.
"Alright, that's enough!" Eden snapped, slamming her palms down on the table as she stood up, making everyone jump. "You and you, library." She pointed to Chuck and Lucifer who gawked at her with wide eyes. "NOW!"
Sam and Dean glanced at each other with raised eyebrows as the Devil and his father scuttled off into the next room.
Eden nodded her head in that direction, beckoning the brothers over too.
She sat two chairs by the large telescope at the end of the room, a few feet away from each other.
"Right. Child and family therapy session. If I hear anyone protesting to this, I swear to anyone but Chuck, I'll make it hurt. Now sit." She ordered.
Chuck and Lucifer took the two seats, looking half scared, half unimpressed.
"Alright..." Sam took a hesitant breath. "One of you's gunna have to start. Y-you know what? Lucifer, you agreed to have a sit down if God would show, so..."
"And, Chuck... You did say you'd talk." Dean pointed out. "So, let's do this before hot head over there rips someone's balls off." He nodded over to Eden, who had sat behind them on the steps leading up to the huge telescope, resting her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands.
"Him first." Lucifer beckoned to his father. "I'm the one who's owed an explanation."
Chuck simply sighed impatiently.
"Okay, let's try 'I feel' statements." Dean smirked proudly, looking to a slightly confused Sam. "Doctor Phil." He whispered.
The brothers then awkwardly stepped back, taking a seat either side of Eden.
"I am... Sorry that you feel that I betrayed you." Chuck began. "That I acted without cause. I'm sorry that you can't see you gave me no choice." He smiled proudly at the trio for his 'hard work'.
Eden and Lucifer simultaneously rolled their eyes.
"I'm good." Chuck shrugged.
"You heard that, right?" Lucifer knitted his brows together at the trio.
"Unfortunately..." Eden mumbled.
"Uh, we all know that you are God. Um, but, maybe could you be a little less... Lordly?" Sam hesitantly asked.
"But I- I am the Lord..." Chuck uttered.
Lucifer huffed, putting his hands together.
"There he goes."
"I did what I had to do!" Chuck protested. "To create the world and keep the world, I had to lock Amara away. And when the power left over by the Mark, plus your love for Eden corrupted you and I saw that you posed a threat to Humankind, I did the same with you."
"No, you betrayed me. You gave me the Mark to lock her away when it changed me, when it did what the Mark inevitably does and when I refused to kill Eden just because she wasn't playing your sick game anymore, you threw me away because 'you' forbid anyone defies you or calls you out on your crap." Lucifer retorted, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"No, son." Chuck shook his head. "The Mark- you always glanced a jaundice glance at Humans. The Mark didn't change you and neither did Eden. They just made you more of what you already were. You saw Eden's bloodlust and you ran with it because it excited you."
"What I was, was your son." Lucifer leaned forward in his chair. "Your child!"
"Why should I put you first above all others?" Chuck frowned.
Lucifer leaned back, a sinister smirk on his face as he looked to Sam, Dean and Eden.
"Do you have any idea what it's like to argue with your father when your father is God?" He gave a humourless chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest. "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." Dean commented, earning an elbow in the arm from Eden.
"Okay, fine." Lucifer sat up in his chair. "Big picture, as God, you did what you had to do. But little picture - you sucked at being a dad."
"Okay, maybe I didn't handle everything perfectly." Chuck admitted. "But, tell me... Could I have kept Humankind safe with you and Eden on the board? I know about your little bid to replace me with the Angels. Okay, 'New God', what would you have done about you?"
For the three sat on the stairs, it was like watching the most intense game of tennis in history. They looked back and forth as each retort from the other guy came and went, ready for the next serve.
"That is not the point!" Lucifer snapped.
"I can't believe I'm actually about to say this, but, um... Lucifer is right." Sam narrowed his eyes. Eden looked over at him with a cocked brow, earning herself a shrug. "All he wants now is an apology... And you're too concerned about being right to give him one. But apologies aren't always about being right, it's- sometimes they're just about apologising."
"Yeah," Dean nodded. "And the great thing about apologies is that you don't have to mean 'em. You know, I lie and tell Sam I'm sorry all the time." Sam and Eden looked over at him with looks that simply said 'what the Hell'. "Sorry... See?!" He looked genuinely proud of himself.
"Wow..." Eden muttered under her breath. "I'm surrounded by idiots..."
"Okay, enough from the peanut gallery." Chuck huffed, waving his hand.
The trio fell into the balcony above the War room, into the armchairs in the corner, separated by a small table - upon which, Eden fell - scattering the chess pieces that were set up on a board.
"Rude..." She mumbled.
"Let's just... Hope they work things out on their own. We've done all we can." Sam sighed, leaning down to pick up the pieces that hadn't fallen down onto the lower floor.

It was only a few minutes later that the two men came out to join the brothers and Eden.
The trio got up to greet them.
"So... Are we good?" Dean asked. Lucifer looked to Chuck and vice versa with a nod. "Okay. Great."
"So, what now?" Sam pressed.
"We trap Amara, put her back in the box." Chuck replied.
"Wait, what?" Dean frowned.
"Yeah. Well, you were right. She needs to be destroyed. But, I won't kill her."
"And why not?"
"Amara's been caged for millions of years, but... You know, she was always there. She had to be there - you know, yin and yang, you know, dark and light." Chuck shrugged.
"English, Chuck." Dean urged.
"That wasn't English enough for you?" Eden cocked a brow. "There needs to be a balance in the universe or everything goes kaput."
Chuck waved his hand, summoning the trio back down to the main part of the War room.
"Eden's right." He said. "There's a harmony 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 added.
"It'd be really not a good thing." Chuck agreed. "Like, end of reality, not good. End of reality and most likely the end of everything she created - that everything being..." He gestured to Eden.
"So... If the creator dies then all of his or her creations die too?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, pretty much. Plus... End of reality. That bit was especially important- Not that I'm saying Eden isn't important, of course, but... Yeah." Chuck gave a nervous laugh as he corrected himself.
"Okay, so we gift-wrap Amara. I mean, we got the team back together, so-"
"Not quite." Chuck interrupted the younger brother. "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..." Lucifer nudged Chuck's shoulder with his. "Daddy-O finished her off."
"Yeah, even then, it was close. No, with just the two of us, we'll lose." His father continued.
"Well, what about Eden? I mean, she's basically a Dark version of the Archangels, right?" Dean suggested.
Eden looked up, seeing all eyes falling on her.
"Woah, I mean, I'm powerful, sure, but that powerful? I don't think so." She shook her head.
Lucifer and Chuck glanced to one another.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that." The deity said. "I mean, that energy blast that Amara gave you as a child effectively had her essence in it. You're a part of her. I think she knew that, that's why she stopped you being able to find her. As soon as she found out that you weren't on her side, she freaked out and made sure you couldn't use your power against her. You made her as nervous as you make me. Truly, we have absolutely no idea how powerful you are - I don't think we'll ever find out, you know? It's the whole reason I locked you up for so long and only let you out in intervals."
"So... I'm on the God squad?" She frowned.
"Go team." Chuck shrugged. "But something tells me that still won't be enough to fully take her down and keep her down long enough to cage her again."
"Okay, so what, we'll need more group therapy between you and the Archangels if we wanna have a shot?" Dean asked.
"Well, Michael's in no condition to fight. And it's outside of my power to bring Gabriel and Raphael back." Chuck sighed.
"But you restored Castiel." Sam pointed out.
"Archangels are different. They're the stuff of primordial creation. Rebuilding them - it's time we don't have."
"Well, that's bloody inconvenient..." Eden mumbled.
"Alright. So what do you need to win?" Sam frowned.
"What have we got to bring to the table to make up for Archangel power?" Chuck countered, starting to pace lazily around the room.
"We could try and find more Hands of God." Sam suggested.
"Little redundant." Chuck retorted, holding up his hands.
"What about Crowley?" Dean asked. "Big Demon power, former King of Hell, he was a player in his day."
"Someone could round up the Demons whilst we're at it." Eden added.
"We have the Angels." Lucifer shrugged, moving to sit at the map table with his feet up.
"Rowena. I mean, she's a snake, but she's a powerful Witch. And she's got the Book of the Damned..." Sam nodded. "Getting these groups to enlist and then work together? It's not gunna be easy."
"Couldn't you just compel them?" The older brother suggested.
"I invented free will for a reason." Chuck pointed out.
"So we're tying our hands on principle?" Dean narrowed his eyes.
"No, you can't make an effective soldier by force." The deity explained, perching on the back of one of the chairs at the map table. "They have to choose this fight."
"They're gunna wanna know they're backing a winner." The Winchester cocked a brow.
"When the alternative is Earth, Heaven and Hell as we know it being destroyed, I'm not sure they're going to care about that too much. They'll most likely just be happy with going down swinging." Eden spoke up.
"So..?" Lucifer held out a hand.
"So, we make a convincing case." Sam said, motioning for everyone to sit. "We assemble our band of brothers, hit her with everything we've got. Then, when she's weak-"
"I finish her off." Chuck said.
"So, a page from the original playbook - this time with Witches, Demons and Eden subbing for Archangels." The younger brother continued.
"Exactly." Lucifer pointed.
"I still don't like it." Dean commented, pacing the room behind Sam and Eden. "Why trap her when you can kill her, you know? I mean, you gotta admit, there's a lot less room for error if you shoot to kill."
"Did you miss the part where he said I'd die and all of reality would be knocked out of balance?" Eden cocked a brow.
"Right, but why keep her in play?" He asked. "So she can escape and we can go through this all over again?"
"Dean, we're not sacrificing reality and we're definitely not sacrificing Eden." Sam protested.
"Am I the only one thinkin' rational here?" Dean countered.
"If this is what you call rational, then you've completely lost your marbles." Eden scoffed.
"It's about her." Lucifer said in a slightly 'girly' voice. "Sam, it's about his girlfriend. In fact, it's so much about her that your girlfriend no longer matters."
"Okay, shut up." Dean grumbled.
"I mean, think about it." Lucifer continued. "Dean Winchester meets the biggest evil in the universe and he takes a pass at the sweet, sweet price of one universe and the only thing standing between him and Amara - I.E, Eden? Come on. Now he wants Daddy to do what he couldn't."
"Is he right?" Sam asked his brother.
"Oh, I'm not getting into it with him." Dean shook his head. "Not gunna happen."
"Hey, Dean. Come on, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. We opened up a vein for you guys." The Devil shrugged.
"I tried to kill her. And it didn't work." Dean argued.
"Maybe it didn't work because you didn't want it to work." Chuck suggested. "Maybe... You didn't wanna kill her."
"You want God to kill Amara because... You don't want Amara to be killed?" Sam squinted in confusion.
"Yeah, maybe there's a part of me that just can't hurt her." Dean looked down.
"And apparently that part is working on you so hard that the rest of you is willing to sacrifice literally everything to stop it. So, going back to that part where you said you were the only one thinking rationally, shut up, Dean." Eden cocked a brow.
"But, if she's already dead, then-"
"Then she's already dead. Right." Sam nodded.
Eden spun around in her chair to face Sam.
"Are you agreeing with him now?" She scoffed.
"No, obviously the last thing I want to happen is for you to die, I'm just saying I see where he's coming from." The younger brother shrugged.
An uncomfortable silence fell on the group.
"Well, that got weird..." Lucifer commented.
"Shut up, Luci." Eden growled.
"Dean, we always sweat this stuff - these choices. But, for once, we have God on our side. I mean, for once, we can actually just do things his way." Sam sighed.
"You're just saying that because you don't wanna lose Eden..." The older sibling mumbled.
"You're damn right I am!" Sam raised his voice. "I'm also saying it because it's the right thing to do! So, just... Go with it."
Dean looked around the room - at the group and their individual expressions waiting for his say so.
"Okay." He shrugged.
"Fair enough. I'll send you guys where you need to be, Eden you're with me. I have a special something planned for us." Chuck clapped his hands together.
Eden frowned.
"Sounds ominous... But okay." She replied sceptically.