Author's note: Please read author's note at end of chapter.
Fantasy World
By: giddyfan
Chapter 1: Devil Fantasy
"Come on!" Dean shouts. We finally pull Sam away from the sigil. We run to leave but the doors slam shut. The three of us rattle the door, it doesn't budge. A high-pitched noise like when Castiel tried to talk to Dean and me in his real voice starts. Sam, Dean, and I turn to look at the light. I squeeze their eyes shut, and put my hand over my ears because the sound and light are getting too much. We fall to our knees as the light overtakes us. The next thing I know all three of us are on an airplane. As the three of us look around I notice a cartoon movie on with the character of the devil. That is totally not funny. The most astounding part is no one seems to have noticed that we just got on board.
"What the hell?" Dean asks looking around.
"I don't know," Sam answers truthfully.
Dean turns to me and is about to ask me when over the intercom the pilot announces, "Folks, quick word from the flight deck. We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore…"
"Ilchester? Weren't we just there?" Dean questions.
"Yeah," I tell him, glad he was interrupted before asking his question.
"…so if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to…," the pilot continues. Suddenly a beam of light shoots up from the ground into the sky. "Holy crap!" the pilot exclaims.
Our plane is knocked off course and people are thrown around the plane, screaming. Oxygen masks drop down in front of us. We all grab one and put it on. The white light outside is growing and becomes blinding. The high-pitched noise from earlier is back. I see Dean look out the window, his face looks terrified. After our plane lands we rent a car and get on the road. Sam turns on the radio.
"…, and Governor O'Malley urged calm saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown," the radio announcer reports.
"Change the station," Dean says. Sam changes the station and this announcer broadcasts,
"…, Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area…" Sam changes the station.
"…, announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear…," the third station informs listeners. Sam changes the station again getting frustrated.
"…, a series of tremors…swine flu…," the last two stations say before Sam turns off the radio with a sigh. It is silent for a moment.
"Guys, look…," Sam starts.
"Don't say anything," Dean stops him. There's a tension filled pause. "It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?" Dean commands. There is another pause when Sam doesn't answer.
"Yeah, okay," Sam finally replies.
"Okay," I respond.
"All right, well, first things first. How did we end up on Soul Plane?" Dean inquires. Dean quickly looks at me through the rear-view mirror.
"Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?" Sam theorizes.
"Well, whatever. It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas," I tell them. We drive to Chuck's house where we last saw Castiel. Going inside we look around. It looks like a tornado went off in it. We hear a noise, and all turn: nothing so we keep looking around. Chuck jumps out and hits my on the head with a toilet plunger. I stumble back, putting a hand to my head.
"Geez! Ow!" I complain.
"Phoebe, Sam, and Dean," Chuck speaks shocked to see us.
"Hey, Chuck," Dean greets and looks at my head where Chuck hit me. It is obviously okay when Dean doesn't do anything about it.
"I'm sorry Phoebe," Chuck apologizes.
"It's fine," I accept.
"So are you okay Sam?" Chuck inquires.
"Yeah," Sam answers cautiously.
"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," Chuck describes.
"Your eyes went black?" Dean questions. Sam looks back over his shoulder at Dean.
"I didn't know," Sam mutters. I turn back to Chuck.
"Where's Castiel?" I ask Chuck.
"He's dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry," Chuck informs us.
"You're sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something," Dean wonders.
"Oh, no. He, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup," Chuck explains.
Sam points out that something is in Chuck's hair, "You got a…" Chuck picks something out of his hair.
"Is that a molar? It is. Do I have a molar in my hair? This has been a really stressful day," Chuck whines.
"Cas, you stupid bastard," Dean mutters.
"Stupid? He was trying to help us," Sam questions.
"Yeah, exactly," Dean says.
"So, what now?" Sam asks.
"I don't know," Dean conveys.
"Oh, crap," Chuck remarks.
"What?" I inquire.
"I can feel them," Chuck declares.
"Thought we'd find you here," someone says. We all turn around and see Zachariah with two other angels accompanying him. Dean and I step forward.
"Playtime's over, Dean. Time to come with us," Zach states.
Zachariah starts to move forward but Dean stops him by pointing at him and threatening, "You just keep your distance, asshat."
"You're upset," Zach observes.
"Yeah. A little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!" Dean replies.
"Maybe we let it happen. We didn't start anything. Right, Sammy?" Zach responds. Zachariah winks at Sam. Again with the blame. This guy just won't quit.
"You had a chance to stop your brother, 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," Zach remarks.
"Is that so?" I question.
"You want to kill the devil. We want you to kill the devil. It's...synergy," Zach tries to convince.
"And I'm just supposed to trust you? Cram it with walnuts, ugly," Dean insults.
"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," Zach comments.
"His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?" Sam wonders.
"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 can stop him, Dean, but you need our help," Zach declares.
"You listen to me, you two-faced douche. After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!" Dean tells them.
"You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?" Zach growls. Zachariah notices something. Phoebe you're bleeding," Zach observes.
"Oh, yeah, a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up," I reply. I slap my bloody hand on the angel banishing sigil I drew behind the sliding door.
"No!" Zachariah cries. The angels vanish in the white light.
"Learned that from my friend Castiel, you son of a bitch," I declare.
"This sucks ass," Chuck comments. We drive to a hotel and Dean starts loading some weapons. Sam goes out to get some supplies.
"So is it everything you imagined it would be?" Dean asks.
"What do you mean?" I wonder confused.
"Your wish," Dean clarifies.
"Oh. Sometimes no but, when I think of us, it's better than I imagined," I answer him.
"What do we do now?" Dean inquires.
"You know I can't tell you," I respond.
"But you could save people's lives," Dean states.
"Dean this is my burden. I have to watch the people I love go through horrible things that I know is going to happen, but not be able to do anything about it because of the delicate state of this world. And I have to go through it with them while lying to them," I explain. I can see Dean is getting frustrated.
"Just tell my one thing. Will we make it out of this?" Dean requests. I go to answer him but Sam comes in the room. Dean loads his gun. "Hey," he greets Sam.
"Hey," Sam says back. Sam closes the door, pulls something out of his shirt, and tosses one to Dean and one to me. It's a small brown cloth bag. I can feel that there is stuff inside it.
"Here. Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter," Sam explains.
"Where'd you get it?" Dean asks.
"I made it," Sam answers right away.
"How?" Dean questions. Sam hesitates and Dean to look up at him.
"I...I learned it from Ruby," Sam admits. I slowly nod my head as Dean puts his gun down and approaches Sam.
"Speaking of. How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?" Dean inquires.
"I-it's weird. Uh, tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever...put me on that plane cleaned me right up," Sam reveals to us.
"Instant demon blood rehab," I comment impressed.
"Yeah, I guess," Sam responds. There's a pause. "Dean, Phoebe…," Sam goes to apologize.
"Sam," Dean interrupts. Dean turns away as he says, "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…," Sam rambles.
"So why do you keep bringing it up?" I ask calmly. Sam sighs and Dean turns back to him.
"Look, all we're saying is, why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it," Dean explains. Sam nods in agreement. "All right, so, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?" Dean prompts.
"We'd, uh, figure out where the thing is," Sam answers.
"All right. So we just got to find...the devil," Dean comments. We spend a long time researching. After a while Dean lays on a bed and turns on the TV. I continue researching but go and sit next to him. He puts his arm around my shoulder. I am glad he is not mad at me anymore. Sam is looking through John's journal.
"How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes, all at the same time, all around the globe?" the new archer asks.
"Two words. Carbon emissions," the environmentalist says.
"Yeah, right, wavy gravy," Dean criticizes. There's a knock at the door. Dean sits up and pulls out his gun and I do the same. Sam answers the door. A woman who seems to be having trouble breathing is at the door.
"You okay, lady?" Sam wonders.
"Sam...is it really you?" the woman asks. Sam glances back at Dean and I confused. The woman steps closer and puts a hand on Sam's chest.
"And you're so firm," she comments.
"Uh, do I know you?" Sam questions. The woman steps back. Sam continues to stare at her looking bewildered.
"No. But I know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're…," the woman enthusiastically exclaims. The woman looks at Dean, who's staring at her. He and I have hide our guns out of her sight. "…, not what I pictured. And who are you?" the person inquires.
"I'm the bitch who's going to kill you if you hurt my boys," I tell her.
"Your boys?" she questions almost angry.
"Considering Dean's my husband which makes Sam my brother in law, yeah, my boys," I explain. The girl looks shocked and a little disappointed.
"I'm Becky," she introduces herself. Becky pushes past Sam and comes into the room.
"I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few," Becky informs us. She glances down, giggling a little. I had forgot about Becky since she was or is whatever, in only a few episodes. She is Sam's super fan and obsessed with him. "Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were," Becky speaks. Dean and I stand up.
"Chuck?" Dean asks. Sam closes the door interested in what Becky/Chuck has to say.
"He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels. Nice change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old," Becky comments.
"Right. Just, um...what's the message?" I urge her. She give me a dirty look. I give her a look back but she ignores me and looks at Sam.
"He had a vision. "The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it."," she tells us.
"The Michael sword?" Dean wonders.
"Becky, does he know where it is?" Sam asks her.
"In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs," Becky answers him.
"Forty-two dogs?" Dean question and glances at me out of the corner of his eye.
"Are...you sure you got that right?" Sam inquires.
"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said," Becky replies. She steps closer to Sam. "I memorized every word," Becky remarks. Becky touches Sam's chest. "For you," she whispers. Sam glances over at Dean and I then down at Becky.
"Um, Becky, c…uh, can you...quit touching me?" Sam asks Becky.
"No," Becky refuses to stop.
"Okay you're gonna stop touching Sam and go," I demand of her.
"I don't have listen to you," Becky respond.
"Don't make me get out my gun," I threaten. Becky backs away from Sam scared. "Goodbye Becky," I say goodbye. Becky opens the motel door and leaves the room.
"What was that?" Dean inquires. I turn to the boys.
"She was being weird," I state. Dean comes over and gives me a hug and kiss. I think he was kind of turned on by what I did. Dean calls Bobby and asks him to look up information about the Michael sword and to bring the Impala. A few hours later we hear a knock on the door. Dean opens it. It's Bobby. I get up off the bed.
"Hey, Bobby," Dean welcomes him. They hug and then Bobby comes over and hugs me.
"Good to see you kids all in one piece," Bobby expresses. Bobby hugs Sam, who's grinning.
Dean closes the door, before asking, "You weren't followed, were you?"
"You mean by angels, demons, or Sam's new super fan?" Bobby jokes. We all laughs.
"You heard," Sam remarks.
"I heard, Romeo. So...sword of Michael, huh?" Bobby confirm.
"You think we're talking about the actual sword from the actual archangel?" Dean wonder.
"You better frigging hope so," Bobby comments. Bobby shows us a book with a painting of Michael. He looks like a winged woman and is surrounded by other angels who look like naked babies with wings. "That's Michael. Toughest son of a bitch they got," Bobby tells us. Sam flips the page with another painting. Again, Michael is a woman. What is that about? Sam and I are around Bobby while Dean is behind us.
"You kidding me? Tough? That guy looks like Cate Blanchett," Dean declares.
"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 the one who booted Lucifer's ass to the basement. Did it with that sword," Bobby informs us pointing at the sword in the picture. "So if we can find it...," Bobby starts.
"We can kick the devil's ass all over again. All right. So, where do we start?" Sam finishes.
"Divvy up and start reading. Try and make sense of Chuck's nonsense," Bobby says. Sam gets up and heads for a pile of old books that Bobby brought. He stares at the books for a long moment, not reaching for them. We all notice. "Kid? You all right?" Bobby is first to ask. Sam turns to face Bobby.
"No, actually. Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry," Sam apologizes.
"Sam...," I warn him remembering that Bobby has a demon in him right now. What am I supposed to do about that?
"Lilith did not break the final seal. Lilith was the final seal," Sam tells Bobby.
"Sam, stop it," I try again.
"I killed her, and I set Lucifer free," Sam continues.
"You what?" Bobby can't believe it.
"You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on," Sam conveys. I say nothing. Bobby stands up and walks closer to Sam.
"You're damn right you didn't listen. You were reckless and selfish and arrogant," Bobby insults.
"I'm sorry," Sam apologizes to Bobby.
"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 delivers. Sam nods. I look away my heart breaking for Sam. Dean doesn't say anything.
"There's an old church nearby. Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there," Sam suggests.
"Yeah. You do that," Bobby agrees.
"Wait, Sam. I'll come with you," I tell him. I turn to Dean and give him a quick kiss. Grabing my things we are out of there in less than five minutes.
As we are walking to the church Sam asks me, "What's your deal?"
"Sam, you're my family and I love you. You thought you were doing the right thing and now you're going to help fix your mistake. Plus it's in the past now. I forgive you," I explain. Sam's face shows confusion, shock, and happiness.
"Thanks," Sam thanks me.
"No problem," I reply. We hug. The research at the church is as I expected, unsuccessful. I am glad I went because I think Sam feels better because of what I said. We enters and see Bobby on the floor bleeding and Dean getting beaten. "No!" Sam shouts. Sam gets hit with a telephone.
"Heya, Sammy. You miss me? 'Cause I sure missed you," a dark haired woman says.
"Meg?" Sam guesses. Meg grins confirming his suspicions. Sam swings and misses. Meg kicks him in the crotch and knocks him to the ground while a male demon pounds Dean. "It's not so easy without those super-special demon powers, huh, Sammy?" Meg mocks. I spring into action and knock Meg off Sam. "Who are you?" Meg wonders.
"You know I am really tired of being asked that," I state beating her after every word. "I'll give you a hint," I state. I whisper in her ear the answer to her question. Unfortunately she takes the opportunity to knock me down.
"Cute," she expresses. Dean stabs the male demon in the chest and stands up. Meg backs away from Sam and I. Dean advances. Meg screams and smoke comes out of the woman's mouth who then collapses. Dean lowers the knife. I go over to Bobby.
"We got to get him to the hospital now!" I yell at them. Sam and Dean gather Bobby up and put him in the impala. We quickly drive him to the hospital.
Regrettably, we have to leave him there to "go get" the sword. Dean drives quickly to Castle Storage. When we get out of the car we load up on weapons. We open the storage unit we find a couple of dead demons on the floor. Entering we look around.
"I see you told the demons where the sword is," a voice observes. We all turn around Sam and me on opposite sides of Dean. It is Zachariah with two other angels.
"Oh, thank god. The angels are here," Dean sarcastically comments.
"And to think...they could have grabbed it any time they wanted," Zach states and he waves his hand, closing the door. "It was right in front of them," he tells us.
"What do you mean?" Sam questions him.
"We may have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck's skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael sword. We truly couldn't find it. Until now. You've just hand-delivered it to us," Zach explains.
"We don't have anything," Dean declares.
"It's you, chucklehead. You're the Michael sword," Zachariah reveals.
"You mean he's Michael's vessel," I say knowing Dean is confused. Dean and Sam turn to me for a second and then back to Zachariah.
"How? Why…why me?" Dean asks Zachariah. I think the how part was directed at me.
"Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean," Zach responds.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks," Dean jokes.
"Joking. Always joking. Well...no more jokes," Zach says. Zachariah raises one hand and shapes his fingers like a gun. He points at Dean, then shifts to Sam. "Bang," Zachariah remarks. I hear a loud crunch and Sam falls.
"God!" Sam cries in pain. I kneel in front of him.
"His legs are broken," I tell Dean.
"You son of a bitch!" Dean shouts at Zachariah.
"Keep mouthing off, I'll break more than his legs. I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don't have our general. That's bad. Now, Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?" Zach threatens.
"How many humans die in the crossfire, huh? A million? Five, ten?" Dean questions. I try to help Sam be more comfortable but it is no use. Sam and I share a look. He looks scared.
"There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written," Zach shoots Dean down.
"Eat me. The answer's no," Dean declares.
"Okay. How about this? Your friend Bobby—we know he's gravely injured. Say yes, and we'll heal him. Say no, he'll never walk again," Zachariah offers.
"Don't do it Dean," I put in when I see the look Dean and Sam share.
"No," Dean answers.
"Then let's get really creative and see how Phoebe does without her lungs," Zachariah states. I suddenly can't breathe and start gasping for air falling to the floor.
"No," Dean still answers.
"Then how about we heal you from...stage-four stomach cancer?" Zachariah comes up with. Dean doubles over, coughing. He spits blood into his palm.
"Are we having fun yet? You're going to say yes, Dean," Zach tells Dean getting into his face.
"Just kill us," Dean requests.
"Kill you? Oh, no. I'm just getting started," Zachariah claims. I don't think I can last much longer when a bright light flashes. We all turn and one of the angels collapses, a bloody hole in his throat. Castiel stands beside him. He fights and kills the other angel as well. Castiel then walks closer to us. "How are you...?" Zachariah goes to ask.
"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?" Castiel answers for him.
"No. That's not possible," Zachariah denies.
"It scares you. Well, it should. Now, put these three back together and go. I won't ask twice," Castiel demands. Zachariah vanishes and I am able to breathe. The brothers stand up and Dean helps me stand up.
"You three need to be more careful," Castiel remarks.
"Yeah, I'm starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought," Dean expresses. Without thinking I jump and give Cas a hug. He uncertainly hugs me back.
"I'm so glad your back," I whisper to Cas. I back up and let us continue with our conversation. I am surprised Dean didn't ask me right there why I did that. Maybe it's because he knows the truth now.
"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," Castiel informs us. Castiel puts a hand on each of the boy's chests. They both gasp. Then Cas does the same thing to me.
"What the hell was that?" Dean protests.
"An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer," Castiel answers.
"What, did you just brand us with it?" Dean asks.
"No. I carved it into your ribs," Castiel mentions.
"Hey, Cas, were you really dead?" Sam wonders.
"Yes," Cas replies.
"Then how are you back?" Dean inquires. Castiel vanishes leaving us to take care with the dead bodies. Once we deal with that we go back to the hospital to check on Bobby. When the doctor comes in the room Bobby is plenty awake.
"Unlikely to walk again?! Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" Bobby yells after the doctor tell him the news. The doctor almost runs out of the room. Bobby is sitting in a hospital bed and Sam, Dean, and I are standing by the window. "I'll use my game leg and kick your frigging ass! Yeah, you better run!" Bobby continues to yell. Bobby looks over at us three. "You believe that yahoo?" Bobby asks.
"Screw him. You'll be fine," I tell him.
"So, let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?" Sam inquires.
"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 suggests.
"What if we win?" Dean offers. We all stare at him. "I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap 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 them all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves," Dean plans.
"Team free will," I remember from my other life.
"Yes," Dean agrees.
"And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?" Bobby points out.
"I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give them hell attitude, and I'll figure it out," Dean responds.
"You are nine kinds of crazy, boy," Bobby comments.
"It's been said," Dean states. I smile at that. Dean pats Bobby on the shoulder and tells him, "Listen, you stay on the mend. We'll see you in a bit." Dean and I heads for the door.
Sam follows when Bobby stops 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," Bobby delivers.
"Thanks, Bobby," Sam thanks him.
"You're welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but...you're welcome," Bobby accepts. We leave the hospital. In the parking lot I let Sam and Dean have their little fight, already knowing what it's about. I am thinking about something else. What I am thinking is, 'I hope I didn't screw anything up by telling Dean my secret'.
Author's Note: Thank you for continuing with this series. All your enthusiasm makes me so overjoyed. Please review so that I can continue to be happy. Check out alyssianagrace's Time Passes, Even For People Like Us. It is a great superwho story. She is a fan of this series too. Some dialog from Sympathy for the Devil is written by Eric Kripke. I don't own Supernatural.