Gold trim dripped in lines down the nondescript walls of The Beautiful Room. Not on Jupiter or a in a blade of grass, this place was somewhere far worse. Some kind of alternate dimension or head game played by psychotic angels. Dean Winchester could give a rat's ass.
Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed away the helplessness clawing at his insides, Dean breathed through his nose. He could smell the blood spilling from both of his brothers. The smell of their soon-to-be death. It was too much.
"Zach, please, stop." It was a command, a promise, an unbiased plea.
Green eyes swam with the light of tears trying their best to pry through the hard outer shell of the hunter. A man under pressure and without a reason to keep going.
"I'll do it."
Adam Winchester's look of regret and self-loathing caught the green gaze first. It strengthened Dean's resolve to finish what he had come to do. Make a pact with the devil - an angel named Michael. The irony was lost on him in that moment of horror and inner torment. The oldest Winchester would do anything to save his brothers. They were his family and all that he had left in the world to keep his soul afloat in the current world-wide sea of despair.
Zachariah was taunting him, making him speak the word that he had ran from for so long: "Yes."
It was only then that Dean saw something unexpected. Sam Winchester, spitting blood and crying tears of pain, was watching the entire exchange in complete shock. He had actually believed that his older brother would not say 'Yes' to the deal. Dean felt an electric bolt of energy go through his body at this realization.
Back at Bobby's house, those had not been idle words or even an attempt at manipulation. What the hell? Dean asked himself. His baby brother actually believed in him so much that he had been willing to literally bet all of their lives on it. Dean gave Adam another look and knew what choice to make.
Damn, he didn't want to be an angel condom anyway. Screw it.
A wink at his brother, a slow growing smirk and a few smart ass sentences later he was facing the dead eyes of Zachariah. The supernatural being that had been such a pain in the ass was now dead - angel wing shadows blasted into the white background. Dean blinked into the sight, unsure that he had actually succeeded. He expected the man to stand and kill them all in a fit of righteous anger. Nothing happened and, so, Dean Winchester had killed another nightmare.
They had escaped, but at the cost of Adam. He was somewhere else, probably being worked over by Michael or worse...Dean refused to think that his brother had been killed again. Not so soon. Shaking his head, the older man helped his brother to the old truck they had stolen. Then they drove.
"What now?" Sam asked, wiping the blood from his bottom lip.
Dean gripped the wheel hard, his tone broking no quarter. "We're going to beat those son's a bitches."
THE END