"Dean, Olivia! You listen to a word I said?" Bobby asks us.
"Yeah, I heard you. I'm not calling him." Dean responds.
"Don't make me get my gun, boy."
"We are damn near kickoff for Armageddon, don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment?" Dean says as he turns to look at Bobby.
"I know you're pissed. And I'm not making apologies for what he's done, but he's your-" Bobby starts but we interrupt.
"Blood? He's my blood, is that what you were gonna say?"
"Or were you going to say twin? That he's my twin?" I ask.
"He's y'alls brother. And he's drowning." Bobby tells us.
"Bobby, I tried to help him, I did. Look what happened." Dean explains.
"Yeah. I've tried to help him also, but he pushes me away." I add.
"So try again."
"It's too late." Dean tells him.
"There's no such thing."
"No, damnit! No. I gotta face the facts. Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life growing up. Ran away to Stanford first chance he got. Now it's like déjà vu all over again." He sits before continuing, "Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him. Screw him, he can do what he wants."
"Wait. Dean. I didn't want this life and I also ran away to Standard with Sam. So are you saying that if it was me out there instead of him, you wouldn't try to save me either?" I ask him not believing that we would just leave us.
He looks at me and nods his head yes.
"You don't mean that." Bobby says.
"Yes I do, Bobby. Sam's gone. He's gone. I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore. If he ever was."
"Dean. He's always going to be your brother. We all make mistakes, some worst then others but we always make it through. Why should now be any different?" I ask Dean.
Bobby turns and leans on the table, fuming. After a moment he makes a big angry sweep with his hands, tossing books and papers to the ground. He advances on Dean, who stands.
"You stupid, stupid son of a bitch! Well, boo hoo, I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good?! Make you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family!" Bobby yells at Dean.
"I told him, 'you walk out that door, don't come back' and he walked out anyway! That was his choice!"
"Now you just sound like Dad. And you said that you never want to be him, well now you are. You're no better then him!" I yell at Dean.
"You sound like a whiny brat. No, you sound like your dad, Olivia's right. Well, let me tell you something. Your dad was a coward."
"My dad was a lot of things, Bobby, but a coward?"
"He'd rather push Sam and Olivia away than reach out to them. Well, that don't strike me as brave. You are a better man than your daddy ever was. So you do both of us a favor. Don't be him."
Dean turns back to staring out the window. We see a close-up of his face; he turns slowly, looking around in confusion at something I can't see.
Me and Dean are in a large, lavishly appointed room. The walls are painted white with gold trim and accents, and a marble table stands in the center. Castiel is there.
"Hello, Dean, Olivia. It's almost time." He says.
Dean pokes around the room, looking at the magnificent pastoral paintings on the walls. He turns back to the table and finds that it now holds a silver bowl packed with ice and full of beer bottles, and a large platter of hamburgers. He picks up a beer bottle and looks at it. While I just stand there not knowing what to do.
"Hello, Dean. You're looking fit." Zachariah says popping into the room.
"Well, how 'bout this? 'The suite life of Zach and Cas.'"Dean says, and I crack up laughing. The Angels give him a blank stare not understanding what Dean said. "It's a... never mind. So, what is this? Where the hell are we here?"
"Call it a Green room. We're closing in on the grand finale, here. We want to keep you safe before showtime." Zachariah said indicating to the food on the table. "Try a burger. They're your favorite. From that seaside shack in Delaware. You were 11, I think."
"I'm not hungry." Dean says, and I look up at him.
"No? How about Ginger from season 2 of 'Gilligan's Island'? You do have a thing for her, don't you?"
"Tempting. Weird."
"We'll throw in Mary Ann for free."
"No, no. Let's... bail on the holodeck, okay? I want to know what the game plan is." I tell Zachariah.
"Let us worry about that. We want you... focused, relaxed." He responds.
"Well why am I here?" I ask.
"You're here because you are powerful enough to-" He pauses for a moment before continuing, "Well I guess it's not my place to tell you. But I will tell you this. You have powers. Not like Sam's, no they are different. You are heavens weapon." Zachariah told me.
"What if I don't want to be 'heavens weapon'?" I asked.
"You listen here young lady-" Zachariah stated to say before Dean interrupted.
"Well, I'm about to be pissed and leaving, so start talking, Chuckles." Dean adds.
Zachariah sighs before speaking, "All the seals have fallen. Except one."
"That's an impressive score. That's... that's right up there with the Washington Generals." Dean replies sarcastically.
"You think sarcasm's appropriate, do you? Considering... you started all this? But the final seal... it'll be different." Zachariah says.
"Why?" I ask wanting to know.
"Lilith has to break it. She's the only one who can. Tomorrow night - midnight."
"Where?" Dean questioned.
"We're working on it." Zachariah replies and I let out an annoyed sigh.
"Well, work harder." Me and Dean say.
"We'll do our job. You just make sure you do yours." Zachariah tells us.
"Yeah, and what is that, exactly? If I'm supposed to be the one that stops her, how? With the knife?" Dean asks. I nod in agreement.
"All in good time." Was all Zachariah said.
"Isn't now a good time?" I asked staring to get annoyed.
"Have faith."
"What, in you? Give me one good reason why I should." Dean replies.
"Because you swore your obedience. So obey." Zachariah said getting in Dean's face.
I look past them at Castile, who looks down guiltily.
Not long after that, the Angels vanish and we, me and Dean, are alone in the room once again. Dean is holding his phone in his hand considering if he should call Sam. I would but I left my phone at Bobby's because I didn't plan on having this field trip today.
"Ah, screw it." Dean says mostly to himself as he opens his phone and dials in Sam's number.
As expected it goes to Sam's voicemail. "It's Sam. Leave me a message."
"Hey, it's me. Uh..." he clears his throats before finishing, "Look, I'll just get right to it. I'm still pissed... and I owe you a serious beatdown. But... I shouldn't have said what I said. You know, I'm not Dad. We're brothers. You know, we're family. And, uh... no matter how bad it gets, that doesn't change. Sammy, I'm sorry."
He hangs up.
Dean is frustrated. He pokes at one of the numerous figurines on one of the many mantlepieces, while I look at the paintings on the wall. Dean tips one of the figurines deliberately to the ground. It shatters with a crash just as Castile appears behind him. We turn around, looking slightly guilty.
"You asked to see me?" Cas says.
"Yeah, listen, I, uh, I-I need something." Dean tells him.
"Anything you wish." Cas responds, and I smile. I love how they would do anything for each other.
"I need you to take me to see Sam."
"Why?" And just like that my smile faded.
"There's something I got to talk to him about." We explain to Cas.
"What's that?" Cas asks confused.
"The B.M. I took this morning. What's it to you? Just make it snappy." Dean replies sarcastically, I roll my eyes knowing the Cas won't let us go now.
"I don't think that's wise." Cas says. I look up at Dean, giving him a look that said be nicer to the only Angel that likes us.
"Well, I didn't ask you for your opinion." Dean says ignoring me.
"Have you forgotten what happened the last time you met?" Cas asked us.
"No. That's the whole point. Listen, we're gonna do whatever you mooks want, okay? We just need to tie up this one thing. Five minutes - that's all we need." I told him.
"No."
"What do you mean, no? Are you saying that we're trapped here?" I ask.
"You can go wherever you want." Cas responds.
"Super. We want to go see Sam." Dean says.
"Except there."
"I want to take a walk." I say.
"Fine. I'll go with you." I sigh in defeat, knowing that I can't beat him.
"Alone." Dean adds.
"No."
"You know what? Screw this noise. We're out of here." Dean says as we turn and head for the door.
"Through what door?" Cas asks, I stop and look back at him confused, Dean doing the same thing. We turn back and the door has been replaced by a smooth wall. I turn back to face Cas but he was no longer there.
"Damn it." I whisper yell.
Dean is attempting to break through a wall with a pedestal. He has smashed through to the foundations, but when he pauses, the wall repairs itself. He throws the pedestal to the floor.
"Son of a bitch." Dean yells.
"Quit hurling feces like a howler monkey, would you? It's unbecoming." Zachariah said, appearing out of no where making me jump.
"Let ius out of here." I demanded.
"Like I told you: too dangerous out there. Demons on the prowl." Zachariah responded, I let out a annoyed sigh.
"We've been getting our ass kicked all year. Now you're sweating our safety? You're lying. We want to see our brother."
"That's... ill-advised."
"You have no right to say what we can and cannot do. Okay. We don't have to listen to you." I tell him.
"You know, I am so sick of your crap riddles and your smug, fat face. What the hell is going on, huh? Why can't we see Sam? And how are we gonna ice Lilith?" Dean adds.
Zachariah sighs before speaking, "You're not. ...Going to ice Lilith."
"What?" Dean asks.
"Well what are we going to do then?" I ask him.
"You're going to do nothing. Lilith's going to break the final seal. Fait accompli at this point. Train's left the station." Zach responds.
"But me, Olivia, and Sam, we can stop..." He cuts off, having an epiphany, "You don't want to stop it, do you?" Dean says.
"Nope. Never did. The end is nigh. The apocalypse is coming, kiddo, to a theater near you." I rolled my eyes.
"What was all that crap about saving seals?" I asked him.
"Our grunts on the ground - we couldn't just tell them the whole truth. We'd have a full-scale rebellion on our hands. I mean, think about it. Would we really let 65 seals get broken unless senior management wanted it that way?"
"But why?" Dean asked the question that I was wandering.
"Why not? The apocalypse? Poor name, bad marketing - puts people off. When all it is is Ali/Foreman. On a... slightly larger scale. And we like our chances. When our side wins - and we will - it's paradise on earth. Now, what's not to like about that?"
"What happens to all the people during your little pissing contest?" I asked, starting to get mad.
"Well... you can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs. In this case... truckloads of eggs, but you get the picture. Look... it happens. This isn't the first planetary enema we've delivered." Zachariah stops and notices me eying the statue in a mantelpiece. "Uh, no, Olivia. Probably shouldn't try to bash my skull in with that thing. Wouldn't end up too pleasant for you.
"What about Sam? He won't go quietly. He'll stop Lilith." Dean speaks.
Zachariah inhales deeply and then speaks, "Sam... has a part to play. A very important part. He may need a little nudging in the right direction, but I'll make sure he plays it."
"What does that mean? What are you gonna do to him?" I asked the Angel starting to worry about my twin.
"Sam, Sam, Sam. Marcia, Marcia, Marcia. Forget about him, would you? You have larger concerns. Why do you think I'm confiding in you? You're still vital, Dean. We weren't lying about your destiny. Just... omitted a few pertinent details. But nothing's changed. You are chosen. You will stop it. Just... not Lilith, or the apocalypse. That's all. And Olivia I'm not lying about you either. Your the strongest and most powerful, and heaven needs you on our side. Remember that when it all starts. You will have dreams. Dreams that will make you want to go dark, but remember you are the light guiding your brothers." Zachariah said.
"What's that suppose to mean?" I ask him. He just smiles.
"Which means?" Dean also asks.
Gesturing to a painting on the wall: Saint Michel terrassant le Dragon by Josse Lieferinxe. "Lucifer. You're going to stop Lucifer. You're our own little Russell Crowe, complete with surly attitude. And when it's over... and when you've won... your rewards will be... unimaginable. Peace, happiness... two virgins and seventy sluts. " He stops to laugh, "Trust me - one day, we'll look back on this and laugh."
"Tell me something. Where's God in all this?" Dean asks.
"God? God has left the building."
I grab Dean's phone since he is busing chatting with Zachariah and attempt to call Sam. There was no answer only static.
"You can't reach him, Olivia. You're outside your coverage zone." Cas says making me jump.
"You guys need to stop doing that. Your going to give me a heart attack." I say turning around, and realize that Zachariah wasn't here now.
"What are you gonna do to Sam?" Dean asks.
"Nothing. He's gonna do it to himself." Cas responds. That scares me, what is he going to do?
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask and Cas looks down. "Oh, right, right. Got to toe the company line. Why are you here, Cas?"
"We've been through much together, you and I. And I just wanted to say, I'm sorry it ended like this."
"'Sorry'"? Dean speaks up. He punches Cas, who hardly flinches. Dean flexes his hand in pain. "It's Armageddon, Cas. You need a bigger word than 'sorry.'"
"Try to understand - this is long foretold. This is your..." Cas starts.
"Destiny? Don't give me that "holy" crap. Destiny, God's plan... It's all a bunch of lies, you poor, stupid son of a bitch! It's just a way for your bosses to keep me and keep you in line! You know what's real? People, families - that's real. And you're gonna watch them all burn?" Dean tells him.
"What is so worth saving? I see nothing but pain here. I see inside you. I see your guilt, your anger, confusion. In paradise, all is forgiven. You'll be at peace. Even with Sam."
"You don't see it because you haven't lived here all your life. You only see what's wrong with humanity, and trust me there's a lot. But there's also good. There's happiness and love. And if I'm being honest right here with my brothers is paradise to me." I tell Cas.
He only nods at me.
"You can take your peace... and shove it up your lily-white ass. 'Cause I'll take the pain and the guilt. I'll even take Sam as is. It's a lot better than being some Stepford bitch in paradise. This is simple, Cas! No more crap about being a good soldier. There is a right and there is a wrong here, and you know it." Cas turns away. "Look at me! "
Dean grabs Castiel's shoulder and turns him back to face Dean. "You know it! You were gonna help me once, weren't you? You were gonna warn me about all this, before they dragged you back to Bible camp. Help me - now. Please."
"What would you have me do?" Cas asks.
"Get us to Sam. We can stop this before it's too late." I say.
"I do that, we will all be hunted. We'll all be killed." Cas tells us.
"If there is anything worth dying for... this is it." I tell him.
Cas shakes his head and looks down. "You spineless... "
I turn to walk away. "...soulless son of a bitch. What do you care about dying? You're already dead. We're done."
"Olivia -" Cas starts.
"We're done!" I yell at him.
Dean turns to look behind him, but Cas has disappeared.
Dean starts pacing. He pauses in front of the platter of hamburgers and considers. He takes one. While I sit in one of the chairs and stare of into space. Suddenly Cas appears behind us, grabs us by the shoulder, and shoves us against the wall, pressing a hand over our mouth and drawing the knife. A moment passes while we stare at each other, then Dean nods slightly. Cas lets us go. He draws the knife across his forearm and takes the blood with his other hand, smearing it on the wall to form the angel banishing sigil. Zachariah appears.
"Castiel! Would you mind explaining just what the hell you're doing?"
Cas finishes drawing and slams his hand in the center of the sigil. In a violent flash of white light, Zachariah vanishes.
"He won't be gone long. We have to find Sam now." Cas says.
"Where is he?" I ask.
"I don't know. But I know who does. We have to stop him, Dean, from killing Lilith."
"But Lilith's gonna break the final seal." Dean says.
"Lilith is the final seal. She dies, the end begins." Cas explained to us.
Cas, Dean, and I appear suddenly. Chuck looks up in shock.
"Wait. T-t-this isn't supposed to happen." He says.
"Sir?" A person on the phone said.
"No, lady, this is definitely supposed to happen, but I just got to call you back." He says into the phone then hangs up. "I..."
Some time has passed and it is now night. Chuck has told us that Sam is with Ruby at St. Mary's.
"St. Mary's? What is that, a convent?" I asks.
"Yeah, but you guys aren't supposed to be there. You're not in this story." Chuck tells us.
"Yeah, well..." Cas glances at Dean, "We're making it up as we go."
Chuck's computer screen flickers as a great rumbling begins, accompanied by a blinding white light.
"Aw, man! Not again! No!" Chuck says.
"It's the Archangel!" Cas turns to me and Dean, "I'll hold him off! I'll hold them all off! Just stop Sam!"
Cas claps Dean and I on the forehead, transporting us away.
We appears in an empty part of the convent, we look around and walk down a hallway. We find a open door and Sam is there.
"Sam!" Me and Dean both yell.
Sam turns to look at the door. Ruby shuts the door with her demon powers.
"Sam!" I yell as I bang on the door.
"Sam!" Dean yells.
Dean pounds at the door with a large candelabra that he found, while I continue pounding on the door with my hands.
Dean finally breaks in and draws the knife. Ruby stands to confront him.
"You're too late." Ruby says.
"I don't care."
Dean advances on her. I stand and grab her from behind, holding her in place as Dean stabs her. She flickers with light, then crumples to the floor, dead.
"I'm sorry." Sam tells us brokenly.
The blood pouring out of Lilith has finished its pattern on the floor. A brilliant white light shoots up from the central point of the pattern and the convent begins to tremble.
"Sammy, Olivia, let's go." Dean says.
"Dean, Olivia... he's coming." Sam says clutching onto Mine and Dean's shirt as we grab onto his jacket. We stare into the light.