DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL! IF I DID LUCIFER WOULD STILL BE ON IT AND DESTIEL WOULD BE SO CANON IT WOULD BE UNFIT FOR YOUNG VIEWERS ;)...lol im weird!

LAST CHAPTER FOLKS! WOW THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME AND LUCE THROUGH IT ALL...THE SUPPORT HAS BEEN UNREAL! XOXOXO

CHAPTER 6

Lucifer jolted awake early the next morning, 'It's Christmas Eve,' he thought numbly as he rose off the floor, stretching his bruised muscles. He thanked Father Shaun profusely and wished him a happy holiday. "You are ready to leave now?" The priest asked.

"Don't worry: if all goes according to plan, I will be seeing you tonight," Lucifer replied, striding toward the door. He paused, sparing the crucifix one last glance as he crossed himself. The blonde boy dabbed holy water on his forehead before leaving. He mustered up his courage and pulled out his phone. His inbox was completely full, and after clearing some space, he sent his twin a message:

'Meet me at base-camp in twenty minutes, come alone'

After sending it, he vaguely noted it made him sound like a kidnapper demanding ransom. His phone vibrated but he couldn't bring himself to check, scared Michael would reject him.

Instead, he headed towards the woods, where every winter the Novak children would build snow forts. The twins would build one in the exact same spot year after year and they called it 'base-camp'. That's where Lucifer was headed, his gift tucked under his arm, limping slightly as he walked over the uneven ground. He mentally psyched himself up, preparing for all outcomes, from Michael accepting him, to trying to kill him.

He arrived early and sat on a fallen tree, waiting for his brother to appear, and fearing he wouldn't. He tried to rub warmth back into his fingers as he gazed at the seemingly endless landscape of trees being frosted with snow. Even as he heard the snapping of branches and the crunching of snow, Lucifer forced himself to stare impassively ahead. "Hello, Brother," he said coolly, watching his smoking breath fill the air.

"Luke…." Michael choked out. All of a sudden, Lucifer felt Michael tug him to his feet, his body tensed; readying for a fight, but instead, Michael just stared at him. Lucifer took the opportunity to assess the damage his twin had sustained. He scanned his brother's face; his eyes flitted over stark red scratches on the otherwise unmarred ivory skin. He analyzed the black and blues layered upon Michael's nose.

"It looks broken," Lucifer decided, as a foggy memory of Michael's face being slammed into the counter invaded his thoughts. He felt a sudden pang of guilt at the thought of causing his brother that much harm.

"Brother, I beg of you-" Michael started, his voice cracking,

But Lucifer interrupted him saying "I got you a present." Michael's jaw dropped and his brow furrowed in confusion, as the gift was shoved into his hands. For some time he merely stared at the rectangular shape in his grasp. He then tore off the brown paper and let it fall to the snow-covered ground. His eyes moisten at the sight, tears threatening to over flow.

Lucifer shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, blue eyes fixed on the ground. Michael pulled his twin into a tight hug, and after getting over the shock Lucifer hugged him back. They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, desperately trying to convey what they couldn't put into words.

"Luke I am so sorry…" Michael whispered into his shoulder.

Lucifer just squeezed him tighter and murmured "Merry Christmas Eve, Mikey." And just like that, they were friends again, walking home, Lucifer's arm slung over Michael's shoulders.

Sunday, December 24th, 9:15 AM, Eastern Standard Time.

A sign is hung over a dark haired teenage boy's bed. The words "MARK 11:25" having been conscientiously carved into the old plywood stained with blood and tears. It presided over the boys as mark of brotherhood, baring witness to combats yet to commence and reconciliations yet to occur. The constant reminder of what saved their unbreakable bond that cold Christmas Eve, and what will preserve it for years to come.

Mark 11:25 "And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins."