Dean tucked the blanket over Sam. Their latest hunt had gone sour. What should have been a simple salt and burn turned out to be a powerful Poltergeist. The ghost has tossed sam across the room where he landed on a wooden chair. Dean and Sam both bore bruises from the fight although Sam had gotten the worse of it.
Dean had prayed to Cas all the way from the farmhouse to the motel with no answer from the angel. Seeing the bruises already forming along Sam's ribs, Dean had used and Ace wrap to bind his brother's ribs before pushing a painkiller and a glass of water on him and getting him tucked into the to small bed in the motel room. Not really expecting an answer, Dean tried again.
"Cas, If you're listening we really need you to get your feathery ass down here. Sammy's hurt."
"They say Karma's a bitch."
Dean spun around at the voice behind him. "Son of a bitch! What? Who?"
The woman standing there was tall and elegant but with a look of barely leashed anger on her face. "That depends on who you ask. Jehovah, Allah; some people just call me God."
"You're God?" Dean snorted. "The last I heard you were the angel's father."
"And so I am, I'm also their mother. There is no gender that defines me any more than it could define them. We neither male nor female and at the same both male and female." God said as she delicately lowered herself into one of the rickety chairs at the equally rickety table in the motel room that had seen better days. "But I am not here to discuss the sexuality of celestial beings with you Dean Winchester. I am here because I am quite frankly fed up with your whining and bitching. It is John Winchester all over again."
Dean eased his way closer to the bed that Sam lay in.
"He's dying you know?" God said appearing next to the bed. "The poltergeist caused internal injuries that cannot be detected by the naked eye. A ruptured bowel, a result of his landing on the chair as he did. It not only bruised his ribs, it caused a small tear in his large intestine he'll soon develop peritonitis. The infection will kill him. It's already starting."
"What? Fix him!" Dean yelled.
"Why should I? I'm not the one who brought him to this point." God said "I'm more of a mind to let him finally rest. He has suffered more than any human should bear to suffer and done it with conviction and faith.
More importantly, he's tired. He has been for a while. He carries a burden he was never meant to carry."
"He's my brother dammit! He doesn't deserve this!" Dean said.
"He didn't deserve much of what he has borne over the years." God said. "The sad part is that his suffering was never necessary." God placed a hand on Sam's forehead. "You could have spared him this."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"You could have spared him all the suffering and sorrow by making different decisions, just as John Winchester could have spared you. Instead of breaking the cycle, you perpetuated it." God said. "Come Dean, let me show this world as I see it." God said. "I won't save Sam, but I will give you the opportunity to save him yourself if you can figure out what you need to do."
"What do I need to do to save him? Just tell me and I'll do it." Dean said "Just fricken tell me! I'm tired of 'Heavenly beings dicking us around for all these years."
God shook her head and looked at Dean. "It's all Heaven's fault? Is that it? Sammy's odds are not looking good right now Dean. I think you need a reminder of where this all started, with Mary Campbell Winchester. The Apocalypse was never a given, it was a failsafe."
"What do you mean a failsafe? And why are you blaming my mother for this?" Dean demanded.
"Do you think that I would put all this work into this world just to destroy it? The Apocalypse was only supposed to be triggered if humanity ended up being as destructive as the Leviathan. I even tried to stop it before it started. You and Sam, you were never meant to be born.
John Winchester never knew that but you did. You watched your mother make the deal that led to her death. It would never have happened if she had left well enough alone. Then when you would've died John couldn't leave well enough alone and when Sam died you couldn't leave well enough alone. You Winchesters have a bad habit of never leaving well enough alone, but that's water under the bridge."
"You're blaming us?" Dean said temper flaring. "You're God, you're the one that's omnipotent!"
"True but when I created humanity I gave you free will. I can't interfere with that." God replied. "Bad decisions are your responsibility, not mine. But lets go back and see where you could have done things differently."
