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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

DEAR JACK,
All that's left is the empty.
The darkness that surrounds us,
And has us question those few moments between life and death.
In those moments, I lose you because by then,
I have already lost myself.

MICHAEL HAD BEEN ON HIS WAY TO THE BUNKER TO PAY A VISIT. Everyone had taken cover to run from Michael while the Winchesters had stayed to fight. However, for Rose, the world around her was quiet. Making her way down the hall, blood had dripped from her hands and an angel blade soaked in blood had barely dangled from her finger tips.

Rounding the corner, Rose had been shaking as she kept her eyes focused on her hands. Every pair of eyes that had sat around the table had been on her as she slowly looked up at them. The blackness had disappeared from her eyes when she had blinked, but that didn't erase the blood that splattered across her face and the blood that covered her clothes and soaked up to her elbows.

Standing up slowly, Dean had felt a fear settle in him that he had never felt before but he had managed to remain calm for the group. Mary had placed a hand over her mouth as she turned away in surprise. "Hey, kid," Dean began gently.

Wide eyed in shock, Rose had shifty eyes as they looked to everyone around the table. She couldn't find the words to explain herself and what she had done. Dean had taken a step toward her and out of impulse, she had taken a step back.

Gently holding out his hand, he showed he was not a threat. "Put down the blade," he instructed. "Just toss it down."

Holding onto it, Rose had finally met his eyes and only his. But she had seen the blade that he held in his other hand out of protection. When Dean had seen her glance to it, he held it in the air for her to see. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I'll put it down, okay?" Leaning towards the table, he had dropped it down. "Rose, drop it now."

Breath heavily, she had panicked at what would come next when they realized what she did. Looking back down at her shaky, bloody hands, she had managed to let the blade fall to the floor as she let it slip out of her hands. There was a relief in the group the moment they had heard it rattle onto the floor.

Swallowing hard, she looked back to Dean. "I-I had to do it. I'm... I'm sorry... I-I think."

Holding his breath for a moment, Dean bad replayed every worst case scenario he could. Letting it out, he had maintained a distance between the two for his own safety and for Rose to feel at ease. "Why are sorry? What did you have to do?"

Rose's eyes fell down to her hands that she held out. No skin had shown through all the blood that had wrapped around her hands and down her arms. "She was going to kill me," she said quietly. "I don't... I couldn't stop myself."

"Okay, listen, you're in shock. I need you to relax and tell me what you did, kid. From the start."

"Dean, we need her out of here. Michael could be coming," Cas called over to him. "Let me take her."

"No," he said sternly. Turning over to Bobby, Mary and Maggie, Dean pointed towards the door. "Head out. Find somewhere safe to hold up, all right? We got this."

"Dean, you don't have to," Bobby said. "I've dealt with this before. It was bound to happen."

"Bound to happen?" Sam asked in confusion as he had taken offense. "We don't know what happened. We deal with it our way. You guys should go. Get somewhere safe."

Mary had held onto Maggie as she reached for Bobby. Causing a fight was not wise with all ready so much on the line with Michael, and also Jack and Lucifer. Knowing they could handle Rose, she had pulled him along to get away before things could get any worse.

The moment they had left the room, Rose had taken a step closer, causing Dean to hold out his hand. "Hold it, kid. I trust you, I do, but I need to know who's blood that is and why you're covered in it first."

"I-I was calling Jack to come home," she stuttered out. "I went to Sam's room because I-I needed it." The craving had quickly became more evident as Rose looked to the blood on her hands.

"Needed what? Blood?" Dean questioned.

She nodded her head slowly. "She was waiting for me. Then she pulled out the blade and-and held it to my throat."

"Who? You have to tell me who."

"Constance," Rose whispered. "She stabbed me." Her brows furrowed as she recalled the events, only she had a look of disbelief. She wasn't hurt— she felt nothing for Constance and the more she went without blood, the less human she had felt. Emotions were replacing with nothingness.

Dean had looked her over and through all the blood, he had seen the stab wound deep in Rose's shoulder. He gave a nod of understanding. "I see that. Is this your blood all over you? Where's Constance?"

"It's not all mine," she said. "I pushed her down and I took the blade out and killed her. I-I couldn't stop." Her eyes had turned up to Dean's and she knew she had hurt him. "I don't feel anything. I-I don't even care anymore."

Slowly lowering his hand, Dean could no longer keep her away. She wasn't a danger and was only protecting herself. However, what she had done to Constance had made her the horror show he saw in front of him. He made his way towards her and held a hand to her wound to stop the bleeding. "Sam, bandages now."

Still unable to process what he was seeing and hearing, Sam felt frozen until Dean had called out his name. Reacting quickly, he had found bandages and rushed them over. "Dean," he whispered. "She can't be here."

Pressing the gauze onto the wound, Dean sent a look towards Sam. "You don't think I know that? And where's she supposed to go like this, huh? She needs us, Sam. We did this."

"Constance did it," she whispered.

"Hell yeah she did," Dean agreed quickly. After all, if she had never shown up, none of this would have happened. "Listen, kid, Michael is coming. You gotta snap out of it because if you're here when he gets here, we need you. He can't see you like this."

Placing a hand over the gauze to hold it in place, Rose had found herself nodding. "Okay, I got it," she said quickly. "I can- I can kill him. I know I can."

"No," Dean said sternly. "No way in hell is that happening."

"Jack's gone," she fought back. It had been the only thing that made sense after all. Jack was the only one that could kill Michael, and all they had left was Rose. To Michael, he had implied that he had feared her for some reason. She needed to find that reason and there was no better moment than now.

Dean had placed a hand on her good shoulder as he leaned down to her level. "No one's making you do this."

"I'm making myself do it," she said. "I'm covered in blood right now. What's a little bit more?"

"This is more than just getting a bit of blood on your hands. This is— this is big, Rose. You gotta think about yourself here," Sam fought back. He cared for her and knew how much she had struggled daily. Having her become so reckless had seemed irresponsible and putting her at risk.

Rose had knew that her shaky hands and her lack of emotions after what she had done was enough to convince the boys to have her sit on the sidelines, but that's all she's ever felt she's done lately. At camp in the other world, she sat out of the fight against Michael's angels, and when they had arrived home, she had sat out from fights against every day monsters. Now, she believed she was ready— that she had no choice but to be. She was a part of the team and wnated to prove herself. "I can do it," she whispered. "Please."

"You haven't even processed what just happened," Sam said quietly as he looked over her. She was covered in blood and clearly unhinged. "I want you safe."

"And I want that for you too," Rose said as she looked at the three before her. "You guys are all I have. I see that now. You're my family. It's the only thing I can even think or-or feel clearly right now. You just have to trust me."

The four had all looked at one another as they had taken in these few moments. Michael and Lucifer's return brought many unknowns of what would be coming next. To hear that they were all family, it was enough to allow them to push through and find that will to keep fighting. Bending down, Rose had picked up the knife, allowing her hands to steady and pulled the bandage off her arm.

Her grip had tightened as thundering booms had came from the bunker doors. The power behind it made it clear who had been on the other side — Michael. He was forcing his way in and nothing was going to prevent him from making it through.

Making his way around the table, Castiel had stood beside Rose with an angel blade held in his own hand. The lights around them had flickered as the power had overcome what it had been used to. Both Cas and Rose had exchanged glances with one another as they each gave a small nod. It was simple, but they both knew what it meant— whatever it takes.

Giving in to the power, the bunker door had crashed to the floor. Inviting himself into the bunker, Michael had smirk as each of the Winchesters had drawn their guns and Rose and Castiel had held up their blades. He could only see this as an easy win.

As they had continuously shot him, Michael had flown his way down below, unfazed by the bullets that had bounced off him. The moment his feet had hit the floor, Castiel had made a lunge, but before he could dig the blade into Michael, he had been swatted off to the side and thrown over the table and onto his back.

In response, Rose had lowered her blade as she took a step back. Looking down at her, Michael had taken a step forward, watching as Rose had allowed the blade to slip out of her grip. There was a silence as Sam and Dean had watched nervously, unsure what was to come. Michael had made no movement as he felt himself smiling. "Smart girl. That blade can't kill me." Holding his hand out towards the floor, the blade had flown up to his hand and his fingers wrapped around it. Without hesitation, he had buried it into her stomach but she hadn't flinched. "Smart but stubborn."

The pain had shot through Rose as the angel blade been one of the things that could kill a demon. However, she had known better than to give Michael the satisfaction of hurting her in anyway. Reaching a hand up, she had ripped the blade out from her stomach as she kept her eyes on him. Dropping it down to her feet again, she had watched as he had stayed calm but his smile had begun to fade.

"I can smell the human blood pumping through your veins. Pathetic," he spat. "Wishing to be human. You really think you stand a chance against me?"

Acting as a distraction, Dean had stepped forward with his gun lowered. He knew up against Michael he had no choice, but to stand between Michael and Rose was a willing sacrifice. Before he could say a word, Michael had reacted quickly, not taking his eyes off Rose as he punched Dean across the face. Grabbing his arm, he had used his other hand to grab his throat and lower him to his knees. Turning his attention off Rose, he cocked his head to the side. "Wait your turn," he said calmly.

Through a strained voice, Dean had kept Michael's attention on him. "How did you..."

"Get here?" He finished for him. "Easy. I made a deal. Lucifer gives me the spell, he gets Jack and I get it all. Now this world is mine. I can save it, purge it of sin."

"Oh, yeah. Because that really worked on your rock."

Shrugging, Michael had tightening his grip on Dean's throat. "I'm not perfect. Yes, I made mistakes. But seconds times the charm." Raising him up onto his feet, Michael had listened as Dean choked for air— a relief he was never going to give him. "And you, Dean Winchester, will be the first life that I take in this world, first soul I save. Some would consider that an honor."

Dean had grunted as he shifted himself to catch some air. Out of the corner of his eye, he had watched as Rose had made her way behind Michael and knew was the best time as any for an attack. "Well, as Shakespeare once said, eat me, dickbag."

As Michael had squeeze harder on Dean's neck for the kill, Rose had taken Dean's signal and raised her hand. With a howling pain, Michael had released Dean from his grasp as every bit of his insides had lurched and twisted in pain.

Spinning on his heel, he had turned to face Rose himself. However, she had seemed to be in just as much pain as he had. She had looked down to herself, searching for what could have caused such a pain but Michael could only laugh. "You kill me, you kill yourself!" Taking a step toward her, he watched her eyes carefully as they met his. "You could never do it."

The thing about Michael was his ego had caused him to have a skewed idea of how others worked. He may have been one to not risk his own life for others, but Rose had been. The others were right that she had been prepared to die for quite some time after punishing herself for what she had become. To take Michael with her, would be ridding the world of two burdens. It was the perfect sacrifice.

Michael's smile dropped as Rose had held her hand up to him, pushing him back into the wall as she balled her hand into a fist. She hadn't screamed as he did as the pain became insufferable. It was the kind of pain she felt she deserved while Michael on the other hand had never wanted death. Blood had began to trickle out from each of their eyes and ears as the screams grew louder.

Sam had stayed low to the floor as not to bring attention to himself as he watched the events unfold. Breathing heavily, he realized there was not going to be any way to stop Rose from killing herself for them. "Jack, I don't know where you are, and I don't even know if you can hear this prayer, but we need you." Michael had slid down the wall and onto the floor as blood trickled from his mouth. For Rose, she had a different reaction— blood had stained her teeth as she felt herself smiling, watching Michael cower in pain and beg for his life. "Rose needs you," Sam continued. "She's going to kill herself to stop Michael. Please, Jack, we need you."

As the life was about to leave both Michael and Rose, Jack had appeared in the bunker just seconds after hearing Sam's prayer. He had called for Rose's name but the determination to kill Michael had blinded her to everything around her. For him to die was for all of them and she wasn't going to stop. When she hadn't listened, Jack's eyes had glowed as a surge of power shot from his body and knocked Rose into the air until she had fallen to the floor. "I said stop," he said before his eyes traveled across the room. Spitting out the blood that pooled into her mouth, Rose had went to get back to her feet to finish the job. That was until a pair of hands had held onto her and brought her to her feet. She had looked, expecting Sam or Castiel, but was met with Lucifer. Her weakened state was enough to prevent her from fighting back, and instead leaned into him for support.

"Yeah, it's me," Lucifer chuckled nervously as all eyes had turned over to him. "Yay!" Finally looking to Jack, he had turned to a whisper, "Uh, we done, buddy?"

Jack's rage had him only focused on Michael who had slowly gotten to his feet. The blood had fallen from his eyes and down his cheeks just as Rose's were. He had attempted a smile but knew with Jack standing right before him, he stood no chance. "You hurt my friends," Jack stated, his eyes glowing as he balled his fist up. Falling back down to his knees, Michael had been reintroduced to a pain that only left him wishing for death. "You hurt my family!" Jack's words were loud, but no where near as loud as Michael's screams of agony.

"Whoa," Lucifer whispered, pulling Rose closer to him. He knew the two had held a power he could practically taste being so close to them, but he had never expected this. To see an arch angel crumble was enough for him to realize that he had stood no chance against either of them. Plans quickly shot through his mind as he realized Rose had looked over to him. "I killed her," she whispered through a laugh. "I killed Constance because you two killed Maggie. Jack will kill you too, you stupid son of a bitch."

Tightening his grip on her, he shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about." However, his eyes had darted to the blood that soaked her hands and he knew what she did. He could only imagine what was left of Constance. He didn't actually care for her, but he knew if Rose had done that, then she was right— Jack would kill him too.

Through the agonizing pain, Michael had given it one last shot to escape his impending death. "Lucifer, we had a deal!"

"Okay, game over," Lucifer called out to Jack the moment he had felt a pit in his stomach. "Hey, buddy, let's, uh, split, okay?" Snapping his fingers, he had motioned for Jack to follow along. Jack had turned to him with his brows furrowed and confusion written all over it. "What does he mean?"

Lucifers grip on Rose had loosened for a moment as he searched for an excuse. "I-I don't know. I didn't ... I didn't hear."

Slowly getting back onto his feet, Dean wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. "They had a deal. Lucifer gets you, and Michael gets everything else. He's gonna nuke our world, Jack, just like he did his."

"Is that true?"

Shaking his head, Lucifer let out a laugh. "No! It's not."

Jack doubted Lucifer instantly. "Is that why you wanted us to leave?"

Rose adjusted herself in Lucifers arms as she looked to Jack, though blood had started to cloud her vision. "Leave?"

"He said... he said we'd go to the stars."

"He made the same promise to Constance," Rose struggled to say. "Jack, he's a liar."

"N-no," Lucifer laughed, raising a finger up in the air for correction. "Hold on a second. Let's just slow down. I'm not currently the bad guy here. No, you see, I didn't make that promise, okay? Jack, your girlfriend here, she killed Constance. Showed no mercy. I-I mean, come on, she's covered in her blood. And, what, she was going to sacrifice herself to Michael to cover it up. She's dead, then she doesn't face the consequences."

"Jack, he killed Maggie," Rose said causing Jack's eyes to stay on her. "Him and Constance, they killed her and she was going to kill me."

Laughing nervously, Lucifer's hand had gripped so tightly onto Rose that she had winced in pain. "Seriously, you're going to believe this girl?" Growing angry, Lucifer dropped the act and lost his smile. "Come on, man! She's a hater." Holding up a finger, he quickly corrected himself. "She's a demon, Jack! They're all liars. She'd say anything to get you back on her side!"

Eyes glowing, Jack had raised a hand at Lucifer as he used his powers to demand the truth. For a moment, Lucifer's grip had slacked on Rose when he lost control of himself. Had she not been so weak, she would have moved away but Lucifer had been her support. His eyes glowed as the truth Jack demanded for had flown out of his mouth. "She saw me when we were scouting the bunker. She saw me and she screamed, and then... so I crushed her skull with my bare hands while Constance held her in place. And it was warm and wet, and I liked it."

Jack's shoulder's slacked as he had felt the betrayal. All he had wanted was a father— one that he could trust and love. He never wanted to believe the stories about Lucifer because he wanted to believe that maybe he could be good. But Lucifer was anything but good and people paid that price. His eyes had resorted back to normal and his hand had fell to his side as he let go of Lucifer's mind.

"You're not my father," he said with a shake of his head. "You're a monster."

Lucifer had pursed his lips together as he realized that everything he had worked for had fallen apart right before him. Only, now, he had leverage. He had a way to get out of this mess. Expressing his frustration, he had roughly pulled Rose against him causing the stab wounds to sting as she gave a cry out. "Come on, man!" Sighing loudly, he had leaned forward, his eyes a glowing red as he had let out an inhumane scream. Everyone had clasped their hands over their ears besides Jack, who had stood his ground too unfazed after feeling betrayed.

Breathing deeply, Lucifer had straightened himself out, adjusting Rose against him as he looked to Jack. "Okay, I tried with you. I really tried with you."

"Everything you told me was a lie," Jack said through a crack in his voice.

"Because I told you what you wanted to hear, man! So what, I killed a girl! Big deal! She's a human. She doesn't matter."

"So am I," Jack spoke loudly.

"Yeah, and that's your problem. You're too much like your mother." Forcing Rose to move forward with him, he had went to stand toe to toe with Jack. "I should've expected it when you picked Titanic here out of all people. So desperate to be human— to be weak."

Castiel and Sam had both moved forward as they knew danger could only be approaching. Lucifer's grip on Rose was only tightening and with him getting closer to Jack was only going to allow matters to get worse.

"Stay back," Jack had instructed. The last thing he had wanted was for others to get hurt for his foolish mistake in believing in his father. "I can handle him."

"Will you?" Lucifer asked through a smile. "Oh, buddy, we could have been something. We could've remade the universe. It would've been great. We could've been better gods than Dad. And I really wanted that, pal. I wanted that." Sighing, he gave a small nod as he frowned. "I just really wish you didn't tell me how you feel when I'm holding your girlfriend."

Taking a step forward, Jack narrowed his eyes at Lucifer. "Let her go."

Lucifer's hand reached up as he gently stroked Rose's hair. "I can't do that," he whispered. "See, Titanic, here, she's the only thing standing between me and you. If she wasn't here, then things would be just a little easier. But now, I can't have any of this with you, I don't need ya." Getting choked up, Lucifer had shook his head as he felt a blade slip into his palm. "I just need your power."

Without hesitation, Lucifer had taken his plan further. With the hand that held the blade, he had whipped it out, slicing Jack in the neck to expose his grace. As Rose had closed her eyes, Lucifer had grabbed Jack, roughly pulling them closer as he sucked the grace out.

Grunting, he had shook his head as his body had taken in all the power he had always been so desperate for. Exhaling slowly, he had wiped a finger across Jack's neck, healing the cut he had created.

Eyes glowing gold, he rested his cheek on the top of Rose's head. "Shouldn't have wasted all your juice on Mikey," he whispered. And as Sam had made a lunge to grab the two that Lucifer held on to, he had felt his hand grab Jack's jacket just as a glow had surrounded him.

Flying off, Lucifer had taken the three on a ride to a church. Sam was thrown to the floor and as he had gotten up, Lucifer had thrown Jack down beside him. "Really, Sam? Hitching a ride? I mean, do you ever quit?"

"Go to hell," Sam whispered as he slowly got onto all fours.

"Hell, yeah," Lucifer laughed in response. "Been there, done that." Swiftly, he had given a kick that had sent Sam falling back down. "This is fun, Sammy. I really had a great time, but I brought my son here to teach him a lesson. Pops ever give you the talk about girls?"

"Stop," Jack groaned as he got onto his feet.

"Now why should I listen to you?" Lucifer asked. Roughly jerking Rose up against him, he forced her to look out at Jack. "See, normally a parent would ground their kid for seeing such a girl, but this... this is disgusting. I mean, come on, pal, you picked the bottom of the barrel here. So I gotta handle it my own way."

"Don't do this," Jack instructed. However, there was nothing that he could do. He didn't have his powers and even together, him and Sam did not stand a chance against Lucifer. He had the power of an arch angel and a nephilim— he was unbeatable. Even Rose had been in her weakest state that she had been barely clinging on to life herself.

"Look at her," Lucifer told him. "She's a walking corpse at this point— covered in blood." Sticking a finger out, he had wiped it across her face, placing it in his mouth and popping it out before he frowned as he processed for a moment. Popping his lips, he gave a solid nod. "Yeah, that's a mix of her own blood and Constance. Listen up, what I'm gonna do is put her out of her misery while you and Sammy watch. And when she dies, she'll be gone. So say your goodbyes."

As Jack began to open is mouth, Lucifer interrupted as he raised a finger in the air. "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. Uh, no. No, we're not doing goodbyes. This is supposed to be a lesson. So, pay attention boys. This is it."

"I'm sorry," Rose whispered, wishing that she had more time to say anything else. Because if they had more time, then maybe there would be to win. And even if they didn't win, then they could have said goodbye to each other. Jack would have told her how he never blamed her and that he could never hold anything against her because in all this, she was the one who really taught him that even when there is bad blood in your family tree, it doesn't make you the same.

None of that had mattered as Lucifer held her against him, pressing his palm against her skull. All Rose had seen was the blinding light of the nephilim power taking away the last bit of life that she held on to. It wasn't long before the world had went dark and that emptiness had wrapped around her as a comforting blanket. This was the end, and she had done everything she could to protect her family. Still, she felt she failed and on top of that, she had left them at the hands of Lucifer. There was no going back. It was only the empty.





THE END
of act one

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