Who's ready...?
They say what they want
I don't give a fuck
I got pieces of my mind
Brothers, leave us lost
You know they searched the word over
For the last man who was sober
You've got to be someone
To be something these days
…
Just kiss me, tell it to me over
I'm not mad, just a little hungover
You know you've got to get somewhere
To be something
I can't save you
Save you my goddamned self
And what's left of me hated myself
For it
….
Radio one, two
Where have we gone to?
I hear the static in our ears
So silent
Radio one, two
Wherever we want to
Have I wasted my life?
I haven't checked in a long time
I'm not here for myself
I'm here, love
For you, dear
Well, I guess the longest time
Still don't mean forever
But I can't save you
Save you my goddamned self
And what's left of me
Won't just save myself
Radio one, two
Where have we gone to?
I hear the static in our ears
So silent
Radio one, two
Radio one, two
Radio one, two
Wherever we want to
I guess
Dead Sara – Radio One Two
"Come on!" I heard Dean shout from beside me.
For a moment, I didn't move, my feet not allowing me as the ringing got louder. Dean grabbed my arm tighter, pulling me harder than he ever has, jerking me away from the white light building in the middle of the room along with Sam over to the door where all three of us hit it with our shoulder repeatedly, trying desperately to open it as the air in the room grew thin.
I looked back over my shoulder, seeing that the light had reached the edges of the sigil. The boys stopped beside me, looking back at the light, shutting their eyes and covering their eyes while I just froze completely, save for my shaking hands and knees, and stared at the light as it enveloped the entire room, and everything in it.
"What the devil is your name?" A cartoonish voice echoed a few feet away from me. I blinked in shock as I took in my surroundings, seeing that I was sitting in between Sam and Dean on a plane.
A plane. In the sky. Flying.
No one reacted strangely to our sudden presence, acting as though we had been here the entire time and didn't just appear out of thin air. I looked down at my hands, holding them in front of me to see that I was still shaking from our encounter with...Lucifer.
Lucifer, the devil. Satan. I was in the same room as Satan.
"What the hell?" Dean mumbled in shock, breaking me out of my panic-induced thoughts.
"I don't know." Sam replied.
"Tor, you okay?"
"Uh...ye- yeah." I stumbled over my words, glancing over at Dean.
"Folks, quick word from the flight deck." The pilot spoke through the intercom. "We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore-"
"Ilchester? Weren't we just there?" Dean asked.
"So if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to- holy shit!"
Suddenly, a shock wave knocked the plane off kilter, sending people who had been preparing to get up flying out of their seats and onto the floor of the plane, everyone screaming around us. I gripped onto the arm rests as the oxygen masks dropped down in front of our faces, quickly putting it on along with the boys. Dean glanced out the window, his eyes wide with fear.
And as much as I would've liked to comfort him, I was scared shitless.
Miraculously, the pilot regained control of the plane, and we made a safe landing. As soon as the wheels hit, I was itching to get out of here and onto solid ground, so I could only imagine how Dean was feeling. We didn't say anything, ignoring people trying to make small talk as they loaded everyone off the airplane, making a b-line for the parking lot where we promptly hot-wired and car and got on the road.
Neither one of us had mentioned Lucifer, and I didn't see it happening anytime soon. Sure, I'd been around angels, demons, but never someone like that. Never the Prince of fucking Darkness himself. It shook me.
"And Governor O'Malley urged calm, saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown." A man spoke on the radio.
"Change the station." Dean mumbled from the driver seat. Sam reached over, pressing the seek button to change it.
"Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area-" A woman said, so Sam changed the station again.
"Announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear-"
"-a series of tremors-"
"-swine flu-"
Radio station after radio station had nothing but bad news to deliver, the end in full swing now. With a heavy breath, Sam shut it off, allowing a heavy silence to linger over us.
"Guys, look-"
"Don't say anything." Dean stopped his brother, barely glancing over. "It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, alright?"
I raised an eyebrow at him in the rear-view mirror, not saying what I really thought. Hash this out? The devil?
"Yeah, okay." Sam nodded.
"First things first, how did we end up on Soul Plane?"
"Angels maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?"
"You getting anything, Tori?" Dean asked, glancing back at me.
"No." I shook my head. "No, nothing. The ringing was so loud before, I can't hear anything."
"Okay. We need to find Cas."
CHUCK'S HOUSE – DAY
Pulling up in front of Chuck's house was another blow, as it was nearly completely devastated and demolished. Only a few rooms standing, the kitchen and living room being the few left that we were now searching through, trying to find any remnants of...anyone.
I noticed a portion of the stairs was still in tact and just as I walked by it, I saw someone jump out at the corner of my eye, swinging something at me. Already on edge, the attack scared me and I quickly grabbed the weapon, holding it down as I punched the person in the face. It was only when I heard a loud cry of pain that my eyes focused on who it was.
"Chuck?" I asked, my eyes widening as I saw blood trickle from his nose.
"Oh, my god, am I bleeding?" He asked, placing a finger to his nose.
"I'm so sorry!"
Chuck pulled his hand back, staring at the red liquid in shock. "I'm bleeding!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you." I muttered, realizing that I was holding what Chuck had went after me with, which happened to be a plunger. I grimaced at the object, throwing it to the ground. "I'm a little...frazzled."
"My girl's got a mean right hook." Dean said proudly, walking up behind me with Sam.
"So...you're okay?" Chuck asked Sam as he blotted his nose with part of his shirt.
"Well, my head hurts." Sam said.
"No, I mean- I mean, my- my last vision. You went, like, full-on Vader. Your body temperature was one-fifty. Your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black."
"Your eyes went black?" I asked, looking up at him.
"I didn't know." Sam murmured.
"Where's Cas?" Dean asked.
"He's dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him." Chuck replied, glancing over to me as my shoulders visible dropped. "I'm sorry."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"I'm sure. He, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup."
Sam furrowed a brow at Chuck, waving a hand near his left ear. "You got a-"
"Uh...right here?" Chuck asked, reaching towards his right.
"No, the- the other side, Chuck."
"Oh. Oh, god." Chuck mumbled, his eyes going wide as he pulled a small white piece from his hair. "Is that a molar? It is. Do I have a molar in my hair? This has been a really stressful day."
"If Cas is dead, that means Jimmy is gone." I said, shaking my head in sadness.
Dean huffed. "Cas, you stupid bastard."
"Stupid?" Sam asked. "He was trying to help us."
"Yeah, exactly."
"It's our fault." I muttered. "It's our fault he's dead."
"How?" Sam asked.
"Because I guilt-ed him into helping us out. If it weren't for us, he'd be alive right now."
"Don't say that." Chuck told me.
"Why not? It's the truth."
"No, it's not." He insisted. I rolled my eyes at the prophet, turning away.
"So, what now?" Sam inquired.
"I don't know." Dean shrugged.
"Oh, crap." Chuck mumbled right as I hear a faint ringing coming back into my ears.
"What?"
"I can feel them."
"Tori?"
"They're coming." I nodded, quickly pulling out my knife, cutting my arm, smearing the blood on my hand.
"What are you doing?" Chuck asked.
"Insurance. I have no idea who is gonna pop in here, but I'm gonna send their asses away."
"Thought we'd find you here." Zachariah said from behind us, two angels flanking him. I quickly turned as Dean stood closer to me, hiding the sigil. "Playtime's over. Time to come with us."
"You just keep your distance, asshat." Dean spat.
"You're upset."
"Yeah. A little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!"
"Maybe we let it happen. We didn't start anything. Right, Sammy?" He asked, glancing over at Sam, who looking down with guilty eyes as Zachariah looked back to Dean and I. "You had a change to stop him, and you couldn't. So let's not quibble over who started what. Let's just say it was all our faults and move on. 'Cause like it or not it's Apocalypse Now. And we're back on the same team again."
"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?" Dean asked, shaking his head. "Cram it with walnuts, ugly."
"This isn't a game, son. Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description." Zachariah said, looking to me for a moment. "You only felt a sliver of it. We need to strike now, hard and fast, before he finds his vessel."
"Lucifer needs a vessel?" I asked.
"He is an angel. Them's the rules. And when he touches down, we're talking Four Horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies – the greatest hits. You and Dean can stop him, Victoria, but you need our help."
"After what you did, I don't want anything to do with you!"
"You listen to me!" Zachariah shouted, that same look of worry crossing his features for a moment before he wiped it away, replacing it with a threatening look as he stepped forward. "You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?"
"I'm not an angel." I said, gaining a strange look from him. "I don't obey you."
Zachariah opened his mouth to say something when he spotted the blood dripping from my arm, pausing momentarily. "You're bleeding."
"I am." I nodded as Dean moved aside and I slapped my bloody hand on the angel banishing sigil, sending them away in a bright light. "Assholes."
MOTEL – DAY
While Sam was gone, Dean and I busied ourselves loading guns and cleaning and preparing weapons. I didn't know what we could possibly use them for in this situation, but it was good to keep my mind off of things. Since everything at St. Mary's, I hadn't felt right, growing nervousness in the pit of my stomach that I couldn't shake, even hours later.
"So, you felt Lucifer, huh?" Dean asked suddenly. "And he was-"
"Strong...I don't know." I muttered, glancing up. "Dean, you do know we're fucked, right?"
"What?"
"We're not getting out of this alive, no one is."
"When did you become such a downer?"
"Dean, this isn't a joke. This is the end, of everything. Whether we say yes to the angels and stop Lucifer or not, it's over."
"Don't say that. We'll figure something out, we always do."
"You don't really believe that, do you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Just as Dean looked up at me, the doubt and fear shining clear in his eyes, Sam entered the room, throwing us each a little hex bag. "Here. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter."
"Where'd you get it?" Dean asked.
"I made it."
"How?"
"I learned it from Ruby." Sam muttered quietly.
"Speaking of, how are you doing? You jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?"
"It- it's weird. Tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever put me on that plane cleaned me right up."
"Supernatural methadone."
"Yeah, I guess." Sam paused, looking between Dean and I before taking a deep breath. "Guys-"
"Sam. It's okay. You don't have to say anything."
"Well, that's good. Because what can I even say? I'm sorry? I screwed up? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right-"
"So why do you keep bringing it up?!" Dean exclaimed suddenly, letting out a heavy breath. "Look, all I'm saying is, why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it.
"Yeah, that's it." I mumbled, pulling in a breath. Sam glanced over at me sadly, looking back down.
"Alright, so, say this is just any other hunt. What do we do first?"
"We'd figure out where the thing is." Sam replied.
"So we just got to find...the devil."
…..
Not too long later, the sound of the TV droned in the background, two reporters discussing the multiple earthquakes, hurricanes and tornadoes all occurring at the same time around the globe. The answer? Carbon emissions. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
A knock sounded from the door and since Dean was still cleaning one of his guns and Sam was reading John's journal, I got up and answered it, a hand on my gun just in case. Stand there was a short, mousy brunette with a rather creepy smile on her lips, breathing heavily.
"I think you have the wrong room." I said, about to shut the door when she place both hands on it, holding it open, surprisingly strong for her stature. I raised an eyebrow at her as her eyes drifted past me to Sam, who came by my side when she refused to let me shut the door.
"Sam, is it really you?"
"What?" Sam asked.
"You." The girl sighed, placing a hand on Sam's chest, practically knocking me over in the process. "And you're so firm."
"Uh, do I know you?"
"No. But I know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're Victoria Anderson." The girl smiled at me before looking to Dean, who slowly moved his gun aside. "And you're...not what I pictured. I'm Becky."
"Okay, Becky." I nodded. "You need to leave-"
"I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few-" She giggled, pushing her way into the room. "Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were."
"Chuck?" Dean asked, standing to his feet.
"He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels." Becky said. "Nice change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old."
I glanced over at Dean, sharing a confused look with him, shrugging my shoulders as Sam addressed her. "Right. Just, um...what's the message?"
"He had a vision. The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it."
"The Michael sword?" I asked. "Does he know where it is?"
"In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs."
"Forty-two dogs?" Dean repeated incredulously.
"Are you sure you got that right?" Sam asked.
"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said." Becky replied, stepping closer to Sam, touching his chest again. "I memorized every word. For you."
Sam glanced over at Dean and I before looking back down to Becky uncomfortably. "Becky, c- can you...quit touching me?"
"No."
"Yes, you can." I said, pulling her off of him. "Thanks for the info, I think it's time for you to do."
"But wait! I have a few things I want to ask you about."
"Sorry, another time." I smiled, gently pushing her towards the door.
"But- but- but I just-"
I raised an eyebrow, opening the door. "Like I said, another time. We're busy."
"Okay, but just one question, real quick? Please?" She asked, looking up at me with big eyes.
"What?" I snapped.
"What was it like to be possessed by a demon?"
With a huff, I pushed her out of the room. "It sucked ass."
"Wait!" She called, holding the door again.
"I will break your arm."
"Listen, I look up to you. You're such a strong woman, and I aspire to be like that. You, Dean and Sam make a great team. I love you. All of you." She smiled, a very obsessive look forming in her eyes.
"Thanks. Bye." I mumbled, shutting the door and locking it once and for all.
"See you!" Becky called, her voice muffled. I turned around to the boys, seeing them staring at the door with the same wide-eyed expression that I was wearing.
A few hours later, we'd called Bobby to come help us out and he was only a few minutes away. My stomach flopped as I got up to get a drink, but I ignored it, as that had been happening a lot the past few hours. My nerves were shot to hell, no pun intended, so I didn't think too much of it.
With the sound of a knock at the door, Dean opened it to reveal Bobby, who pulled him into a hug, slapping him on the back as they parted, looking over to Sam with a smile before hugging him as well.
"Good to see you kids all in one piece." Bobby smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder as he entered the room.
"You weren't followed, were you?" Dean asked.
"You mean by angels, demons, or your new superfan? No, I wasn't. So...sword of Michael, huh?"
"You think it's the actual sword from the actual archangel?" I asked.
"You better fuckin' hope so." Bobby said, placing a book on the table, opening it, pointing to a painting of Michael surrounded by other angels. "That's Michael. One of the toughest sons of a bitches they got."
"You kidding me? Tough?" Dean scoffed. "That guy looks like Cate Blanchett."
"Well, I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley, believe me. He commands the heavenly host. During the last big dust-up upstairs, he's one of the one's who booted Lucifer's ass to the basement. Did it with that sword."
"One of?" I asked. "Wasn't he the only one?"
"Lesser known version goes he had little help from another archangel. Camael. It ain't in the bible."
"Then how do people know?"
Bobby shrugged, glancing down at me. For a moment, I saw a flicker of something strange in his eyes. "They do."
"Huh."
"So if we can find Michael's sword-"
"We have a change of kicking the devil's ass all over again. So, where do we start?"
"Divvy up and start reading, try and make sense of Chuck's nonsense." Bobby said, sitting down next to me.
"Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry."
"Sam." Dean mumbled, shaking his head.
"Lilith didn't break the final seal. Lilith was the final seal."
"Sam, stop." I interjected.
"I killed her, and I set Lucifer free."
"You what?" Bobby asked, appalled.
"You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on."
Bobby stood up, walking in front of Sam. "You're damn right you didn't listen. You were reckless and selfish and arrogant."
"I'm sorry."
"Oh, yeah? You're sorry you started Armageddon? This kind of thing don't get forgiven, boy. If, by some miracle, we pull this off...I want you to lose my number. You understand me?"
"Bobby." I called, shocked by his words.
"There's an old church nearby. Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there." Sam mumbled, clearly hurt.
"Yeah. You do that." Bobby nodded, watching Sam go before turning back, looking at Dean. "I never would have guessed that your daddy was right."
"About what?" Dean asked.
"About your brother."
"What John said, you save Sam or kill him. Maybe-"
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe we shouldn't have tried so hard to save him."
"Why the hell would you say that?" I asked at the same time Dean muttered. Bobby. In disbelief.
"He ended the world, Vic. And neither one of us were strong enough to stop him proper. That's on us. I'm just saying, your dad was right."
"You know what? I think I need some air."
And with that, I got up, grabbing my jacket on my way outside.
The sun was setting, leaving red and purple streaks lining the sky. I stared up at it for a few moments, thinking about how all of that will just be gone in god knows how long.
"Victoria?"
I turned around, my eyes going wide as they landed on the blue-eyed man. "Cas?! You're alive?"
"I am."
"Were you ever dead?"
"Yes, I believe I was."
"How are you here then?" I asked, walking up to him.
"I'm not sure. But I think I know."
"Who?"
"The same one who took you our of the convent." Cas said, staring at me as I shrugged, not knowing. "God."
"God?"
"Yes."
"God."
"Yes."
I shook my head in disbelief, deciding I didn't want to argue with him at the moment. "I'm glad you're okay, Cas."
"...thank you."
"And you know, when I said this was worth dying for, I didn't mean right away, you idiot." I scolded, smacking his shoulder. Cas furrowed his brow, glancing down at my arm as I let it swing back to my side. "I'm sorry, I'm just- the past few days have been very stressful."
"I know."
"The world is ending."
"I know."
"We're all gonna die."
"Possibly."
"Great. I'm sorry we got you killed."
"It's alright."
"No. I shouldn't have- I shouldn't have said what I did about my mother, I know that bothers you-"
"You were right. She wouldn't want that. Your mother, she was very kind. She liked to protect people. She loved...people."
"So do you." I said, shooting him a small smile, seeing a tiny one tug at the corner of his lips. "Cas, Zachariah said that Dean and I can defeat Lucifer. What- what does that even mean? Do you know?"
"I do."
"Chuck said that he knew where Michael's sword was. Can we actually use that to kill Lucifer?"
"In a way, yes."
"Can you tell me?"
Cas pull in a deep breath, looking up into my eyes. "Dean is the Michael Sword."
"Excuse me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"He is Michael's true vessel."
"He is?"
"Yes."
"Can Michael just possess him?"
"No. He needs him to say yes. All angels need permission."
"Dean won't say yes." I muttered, shaking my head. "He won't."
"You need to say yes as well."
"To who? Am I a vessel, too?"
"Not to who, to what. You are a vessel to an extent. You are very special, Victoria. You have angelic bloodlines. There is no one like you in this world."
My breathing nearly stopped as I took everything in, swallowing hard. "What the hell does that even mean?"
"You are very valuable to angels and demons alike. God and Lucifer."
"I'm valuable to Lucifer?"
"You could be."
"If I said yes, Lucifer could use me?"
"If you allowed him to."
"I don't understand, Cas." I mumbled as the ringing in my ears grew loud.
"Something's wrong." Cas muttered, looking around.
"What?"
"Did you hear that?"
"Ringing?"
"You didn't hear what was said?"
"No."
"Go."
"Where?"
"I'll follow in a moment." Cas said, placing a hand on my shoulder.
In the blink of an eye, I was in a dusty storage room, standing behind Zachariah and his two angel lackeys. Across the room, I saw Sam lying on the ground wheezing, Dean standing next to him, blood trickling down Dean's chin.
"What did you do to them!?" I shouted at Zachariah, taking my new found information from Cas into account as I approached the angels.
"Watch your tone with me." Zachariah said.
"No."
"I don't take orders from you."
"I won't say yes. Ever." I threatened, seeing his shocked look. "That's right, I know. And I won't say yes to you."
"I can make you."
"How?"
"Your friend Bobby, he's gravely injured." Zachariah said, taking me off guard.
"What?"
"Say yes, and we'll heal him. Say no, he'll never walk again."
I thought back to what Cas had said about Lucifer being able to use me if I said yes, so I thought about what Bobby would want and hardened my gaze. "No."
Without a word, Cas appeared, plunging a long, slender blade into the back of one of the angels, leaving Zacharaiah to stare at him blankly as he fought with the other, getting the upper-hand, stabbing him as well before walking over to my side, standing in front of Zachariah, who looked even more bewildered than before.
"How are you…"
"Alive? That's a good question. How did these three end up on that airplane? Another good question. 'Cause the angels didn't do it. I think we both know the answer, don't we?"
"No. That's not possible."
"It scares you. Well, it should. Now, put these boys back together and go. I won't ask twice." Zachariah vanished from view and Sam let in a big, loud gasp of a breath. I made my way over to him, helping him off the ground, pulling both boys into my arms.
"What were you talking about?" Dean asked me. "Why do you have to say yes?"
"I'll tell you later." I mumbled, looking up at him.
"You need to be more careful." Castiel said.
"Yeah, I'm starting to get that." Dean nodded. "Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought."
"I don't mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those hex bags won't be enough to protect you." Cas said, placing a hand on my chest.
I let out a gasp, feeling a strange sensation fill me. "What was that?"
"An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer." He told me pointedly before doing the same to Sam and Dean.
"Did you just brand us with it?" Dean asked.
"No. I carved it into your ribs."
"Thank you, Cas." I said, seeing him nod once before disappearing from sight.
HOSPITAL – NIGHT
Both boys had filled me in on what happened to Bobby on the way over to the hospital, tears sprang to my eyes as they spoke. He had been possessed, but fought the demon, regaining control, stabbing himself instead of Dean. That was why Bobby had been so cruel to Sam. I just couldn't imagine Bobby possessed, hurt, unconscious. He was too tough for that in my eyes.
And he continued to show his toughness by cursing out the doctor when they gave us the devastating news after we'd arrived.
"Unlikely to walk again?! Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" Bobby shouted as the doctor turned and fled the room. "I'll use my game leg and kick your fuckin' ass! You better run!" Bobby huffed, glancing over at us. "You believe that yahoo?"
"Screw him. You'll be fine." Dean said.
"So, let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?" Sam asked.
"Well, we save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, heaven or hell, we're boned." Bobby shrugged. I nodded, knowing this to be true.
"What if we win?" Dean asked, sounding like he had everything figured out.
"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their shit apocalypse. Hell, they want to fight a war, they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take 'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves."
"And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?" Bobby asked.
"I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, and I'll figure it out."
"You are nine kinds of crazy, boy."
"It's been said." Dean nodded, patting Bobby on the shoulder. "Listen, you stay on the mend. We'll see you in a bit."
As Dean headed for the door, Sam began to follow, stopping when Bobby called him. "Sam? I was awake. I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that- that was the demon talking. I ain't cutting you out, boy. Not ever."
Sam sighed, looking relieved. "Thanks, Bobby."
"You're welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but...you're welcome."
"Do you need me to get you anything?" I asked, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"Sure, why don't you rent The Notebook and get me a pint of ice cream for me to cry into." Bobby grumbled sarcastically.
"I was just trying to be nice. I won't do that anymore." I folded my arms, feigning anger before smiling, leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek."We'll see you in the morning. Love you."
"Yeah, yeah." Bobby waved me off, but I caught the small smile that appeared on his lips before turning away, following the boys out into the hallway.
Outside, the night air seemed to be colder than normal and I wrapped my arms around myself as we made our way to the Impala a few spaces down in the parking lot.
"You know, I was thinking, maybe we could go after the Colt." Sam suggested.
"Why?" Dean asked. "What difference would that make?"
"Well, we could use it on Lucifer. I mean, you just said back there-"
"I just said a bunch of shit for Bobby's benefit." Dean stopped short, Sam and I stopping with him. "I mean, I'll fight. I'll fight till the last man, but let's at least be honest. You were right, Tor. We don't stand a snowball's chance." Dean shrugged, looking to his brother. "You know that."
"Dean, is there something you want to say to me?"
"I tried, Sammy. I mean, I really tried. But I just can't keep pretending that everything's alright. Because it's not. And it's never going to be. You chose a demon over your own family and look what happened."
"I would give anything – anything – to take it all back."
"I know you would. And I know how sorry you are. I do. But, man...you let me down in ways that I can't even." Dean paused, struggling to find the words. "I'm just- I'm having a hard time forgiving and forgetting here. You know?"
"What can I do?" Sam asked.
"Honestly? Nothing. I just don't...I don't think that we can ever be what we were. You know? I just don't think I can trust you."
Sam looked up, shocked at the last thing Dean had said, watching with a sad look as Dean walked away to the driver side of the Impala.
I didn't want to be too hard on Sam, I knew the hard time he was going through when Ruby sunk her claws into him. Hell, I was going through it, too. But I'd be lying if I said there wasn't at least a part of me that didn't agree with Dean.
With a heavy breath, I glanced up at Sam, not saying anything before making my way to the back of the car.
So I posted this a lot faster than expected... ;) ;) ;)
The cover photo is temporary as it isn't my best work. To be honest, I just threw something together because it's not as important to me as the writing and posting chapters is at the moment. It will be fixed in time for my own peace of mind lol
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