Prologue: Swan Song Recap

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A story I decided to write, since lots of ideas came to mind and because I've always hated that Supernatural never went into detail of what happened to Sam in The Cage…

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I actually wrote this and the first chapter awhile back and just picked it up again. So let me know if you want this to continue! Happy Reading :)

Time seemed to go in slow motion for Dean as he watched his younger brother Sam, now being controlled by Lucifer, relentlessly kill the two closest people in their lives; Cas and Bobby.

In swift motions, Sam was now coming for Dean, throwing him against the windshield of his cherished Chevy Impala and proceeding to brutally pound his fists into what the brothers would joke at as Dean's "delicate features."

Even though so much had happened, and was still happening to him, Dean couldn't feel much of anything. Every sound seemed to be muffled; the corners of his vision were slightly blurred, and the pain in his face from the punches Sam was giving him wasn't as sharp and clear as they should have been.

He guessed a part of him had hoped that simply driving to intervene in the "Destined Battle" would be enough to snap his Sammy back into reality, to take control of his body and not the devil. Of course that was not how things would work out for him, they never did.

He struggled to find his voice, and the quite plea to his brother came out in a tone that didn't sound like Dean; desperate and worry was what his voice sounded like.

Lucifer brought Sam's right hand back into a fist, about to strike Dean with built up force in this blow in particular, when he noted the glimmer in the mossy green eyes that were, at the moment, filled with hatred he had never seen in his brother's eyes before.

Probably because those weren't Sam's eyes. Not really.

They weren't the kind, puppy dog eyes that Dean grew up with and had to resist giving in to so his little brother wouldn't always get his way. No, the look on the face in front of him definitely wasn't one of Sam's, this was Lucifer.

Dean waited for what seemed like hours for the fist to come crashing down into his face, but it didn't. Instead, Sam's whole body was frozen in position, and it seemed like someone had just pushed the pause button on their TV remote in the middle of their favorite show when a viewer took a snack break, the way Dean often did to get a delicious piece of pie that Sam would bring him.

Sam's face slowly but noticeably began to soften, the creases in his forehead and the scowl on his lips began to slowly disappear. Suddenly, as if a switch had just been turned off, Sam's left hand let go of the vice grip he had on Dean's shirt, causing him to lower to the ground. Sam's right hand went slack, letting go of the fist he had formed and stumbled back, sucking in air as if he had been holding his breath for several minutes. The once hard-stoned eyes now had a more confused and surprised look in them, not the murderous look he had been using since he arrived at the cemetery.

Things started to move faster now, as Sam told Dean everything was going to be okay, and quickly pulled out the four horsemen rings and recited the words that would cause the opening of The Cage. Sam turns toward Dean, giving him a final glance before descending into Hell, when Michael returns from his Holy Molotov endeavor to try and stop Sam, when both are sucked into the black hole that would conceal their fate forever.

Now Dean is left, slumped against the Impala, fighting the enormous shock wave that was just sent his way. Not only has his Sammy jumped into the hole, but has now taken their half brother in with him as well. Fighting back a very unmanly sob, Dean struggled to lift his body up and crawl over to retrieve the horseman's rings. Just as he was starting to feel the significant pain in his face, a familiar angel who was thought to be dead appears before Dean. "Cas!?," Dean bellows, now in shock for the second time today. By some miracle, Cas had managed to be revived by an unknown source, and he helps the lonely brother by repairing his injuries from the fist fight with the devil and resurrects Bobby.

They all go their separate ways, Bobby back to his house, Cas back to Heaven to try and guide his fellow angels, and Dean heading to Lisa's house. Even though that wasn't what he wanted to do at all, instead he wanted to start cracking down on the books to find some way to save Sam. But he didn't, because he made a promise to his brother to go and live the apple-pie life. Hell that was practically his dying wish looking back on it. So if Sammy can sacrifice himself to stop the Apocalypse, the least he could do was respect his wishes.

For now.