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Sympathy for the Devil

The doors were jammed and there were no other exits; they were stuck in the room with Lucifer coming whether they liked it or not. The ringing was excruciating. Like when Castiel would try to speak to Dean in his true voice, the noise filled their heads until they thought they couldn't take it anymore. Dominic was unaffected, in fact, he looked as though he were speaking back. Still kneeled in front of the doorway on the floor, his head was now bent to focus in on what was being said.

Suddenly the light got brighter in the room and Kayla's breath caught in her throat. They were about to be shown the true form of an angel, and that meant they were about to be toast. All they could do is squeeze their eyes shut and hope that it was quick.

The ringing stopped. The only sounds that were heard was the soft hum of a large engine and…cartoons? They opened their eyes. They were on a plane.

"And we're just passing over Hillchester, then…" The pilot was making announcements.

"Hillchester, weren't we just there?" Dean looked around, completely confused.

"So if you want to stretch your legs," the pilot continued. "Now would be a good time holy crap!"

A bright light came in through all the windows and plane began to rock. They grabbed the oxygen masks as they came down and braced for a bad landing. This was not doing anything for Dean's fear of flying.

But the plane had landed safely. Though they were still confused, they seemed to be okay. Kayla rented a car to get as far away from there as possible; Dean surprisingly didn't want to go for the Impala yet. Every radio station had different opinions on what had caused the light, the explosion of power. After scanning through a few times Dean made her turn it off. The lengthened silence put them all in a different place.

Dean was terrified. This was beyond description bad. Lucifer had just been released and there was no telling how long it would be before hell would follow. Other hunters were going to ask questions that they would most likely find answers to, and then they'd come looking for them. They'd look for the ones who started the apocalypse.

Kayla's thoughts were on the ones left behind. What had happened to Cas and Chuck, the ones who stayed to face the archangel? Surely Chuck would be okay, the archangel was his protector after all. But Cas, Cas was practically a fugitive now. Then there was Dominic, who'd not been sent to the plane with them. Would Lucifer know he'd tried to help kill him, to stop him from coming to Earth? If he did know, what kind of punishment would the devil inflict on his own son?

Sam was drowning in guilt. He'd believed in Ruby so much that he'd abandoned his family when they were trying to help him and in turn, started the apocalypse. He just couldn't get it out of his head; Dean was right, he'd always been right.

"Dean, look…"

"Don't say anything. It's okay. We just gotta keep our heads down and hash this thing out alright?"

"Yeah okay." He'd try again later, when spirits were higher.

"First things first, how'd we end up on soul plane?"

"Could have been the angels, you know? Beaming us out of harm's way."

"Guess it doesn't matter, why we're okay is the least of our worries. We need to find Cas."

"Maybe he was the one who beamed us out." Kayla suggested.

Dean caught the concern in her voice and agreed with her small hope. "Yeah, maybe."

Chuck's place looked like a disaster area and that was putting it mildly. Furniture was knocked over, papers flown around and the ground was covered in broken glass from the windows and doors. It would have shown similar damage if a hurricane had come through. Unfortunately this hurricane was an archangel and mixed with the wreckage was blood, lots of it.

As they got to the living room Sam was suddenly hit over the head with a plunger.

"Geez!" He stumbled back, holding his head. "Ow!"

"Sam!" Chuck looked surprised to see them.

"Yeah!"

"Hey Chuck." Dean nodded to him.

His excitement showed through. "So, you're okay!"

"Well, my head hurts." Sam pointed out.

"No I mean, in my last vision you were full on Vader! Your body temperature was one-fifty, your heart rate was two hundred, your eyes were black!"

Dean caught his look. "Your eyes went black?"

"I didn't know."

"Where's Cas?"

Kayla glanced up, pulling her eyes from the evidence of massacre. It certainly wasn't pointing in the right direction.

"He's dead, or gone. The archangel smoked the crap out of him." He sighed. "I'm sorry."

Dean looked to Kayla for her reaction but she was back to looking at the mess on the floor. She didn't respond.

"Are you sure? I mean he didn't just vanish into the light or something?"

"Oh no." Chuck answered with assurance. "He like, exploded. Like a water balloon of…"

"Stop." Kayla shot at him, a little harsher than intended. She reeled it in. "We get it."

Sam caught sight of something sticking to his hair. "You got something…"

"Huh?" Chuck traced his fingers through his hair. "Oh God…" He held out a bloody tooth. "Is that a molar? I have a molar in my hair." He whimpered. "This has been a really stressful day."

"Cas you stupid bastard." Dean muttered.

"Stupid?" Sam turned around. "He was trying to help us."

"Yeah exactly."

"So what now?"

"I don't know." He shot back. Damn Cas.

"Oh no." Chuck's expression suddenly turned serious again, fearful. "I can feel them."

"Thought we would find you here." Zachariah stood in front of two other angels and kicked some of the rubble with his foot. "Playtime's over Dean. Time to come with us."

Dean held his hand up as he stepped forward. "You just keep your distance asshat."

"You're upset."

"Yeah, a little. You sons of bitches jump started judgment day."

"We let it happen, we didn't start anything. Right Sammy?" He winked at him. "You had a chance to stop your brother and you couldn't. So let's not quivel over who started what and just say it's all our faults, and move on 'cause like it or not, it's apocalypse now. We're back on the same team again." He seemed so damn happy.

"Is that so?"

"You want to kill the devil, we want you to kill the devil, it's synergy."

"And I'm just supposed to trust you? Cram it with walnuts ugly."

"This isn't a game son. Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast. Before he finds his vessel."

"His vessel?" Sam asked. "Lucifer needs a meat suit?"

"He is an angel." He chuckled and glanced to the other two. "Thems' the rules. When he sets down we're talking four horses, red oceans, the greatest hits. You can stop him Dean, but you need our help." He tilted his head and looked to Kayla, surprised. "Sweetheart, you're gonna need some bleach to clean out those violent thoughts."

She grimaced and didn't respond.

"You listen to me, you two faced douche. After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!"

"You listen to me boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?" He glanced down at his hand. "You're bleeding."

"Oh yeah, a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." He pulled the pocket door open, revealing the bloody symbols on the wood.

"No!"

Dean slammed his hand into the center of the symbols and squeezed his eyes shut against the light signaling their departure. He looked around with satisfaction. "Something my friend Cas taught me you son of a bitch."

"This sucks ass." Chuck stated. "Being a prophet officially blows."