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"Chuck?" Abbie asked, coming downstairs, after hearing nothing for a while, "Chuck? Where's Dean and Cas?" She noticed Chuck had blood on him, the bottom half of the house was wrecked. "Chuck? Talk to me." She put a hand on his shoulder, making him jump.

"Abbie, you're ok. Beth?" Chuck asked, nervously.

"She's sleeping." Abbie told him, "Chuck, whose blood is that? Please, God, don't let it be Dean."

"Dean got away, it's Cas's blood."

"Got away? Where is he? What happened to Cas?"

"One question at a time, I'm still processing all this."

"Where's Dean?" Abbie asked.

"Cas sent him to Sam. Cas is dead."

"Did he stop him?" Abbie didn't know if she wanted to hear the answer, "Did he stop Sam releasing Lucifer?"

"You need to sit down, Abbie." Chuck led her over to the sofa. He grabbed the remote control and switched on the TV, showing her all of the disasters taking place around the world.

"He didn't stop him, it's the end?" She looked up at Chuck, "Did they survive? Did you see anything?"

"I, uh, I-"

"Spit it out, Chuck, is my husband coming back here or not?"

"He's on his way here." Chuck told her, "Him and Sam."

"Sam? They're ok?"

"Physically yeah, although it did get a bit hairy with Sam, I mean, a heart rate of 200 isn't good."

"Ruby?"

"Dead."

"Lucifer killed her?"

"No, Dean and Sam actually. Together." Chuck smiled at her, maybe the brothers would be ok.

"How'd they get out?"

"I dunno." Chuck admitted, "They were just there and then on a plane."

"Plane? Dean on a plane?" Abbie was shocked, she knew how much he hated flying, "I guess it beats being dead...just."

"So, uh, they're on their way, should be here by morning. You should go and get some sleep, they're ok. You'll see him tomorrow."

(Early hours of the morning)

Abbie heard a noise downstairs and came out of the bedroom, seeing it was 3 am, she assumed it wouldn't be Dean and Sam, surely Dean would have called her, have her open the door instead of breaking in. She grabbed the nearest thing, a toilet plunger and swung for one of the intruders.

"Geez! Ow!"

It was a voice she recognised, "Sam?" She turned on the light. "Oh my God, Sam!"

"And uh, Dean. The one you're married to." He smiled at her, "Hey you." He wrapped her in a hug.

"Chuck!" Abbie yelled, and a few moments later he appeared at the top of the stairs, a very awake Beth in his arms, who's been woken by the noises downstairs.

"Hey Chuck." Dean greeted him, as he walked into the living room, Dean took Beth. "Told you I'd see you soon." He whispered to her.

"You're ok?" Chuck looked at both of them amazed.

"Well my head hurts." Sam told him, holding where Abbie had hit him.

"Sorry." Abbie looked down.

"It's ok. You hit like a girl." Sam offered a small smile, while Dean chatted to Beth.

"No-I mean-my last vision." Chuck stuttered. "You were like full on Vader."

"You're heart rate was 200." Abbie supplied.

"You're temperature was 150, your eyes went black." Chuck told him.

"Your eyes went black?" Dean asked, was Sam still keeping secrets?

"I didn't know." Sam told him, quietly.

"Where's Cas?"

"He's dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry." Chuck sighed.

"You're sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something." Dean was hopeful Cas was still alive, somewhere.

"No, he like exploded."

"Exploded?" Dean repeated, "Abbie?"

"I didn't see it, I stayed upstairs with Beth."

"You've got a- uh-" Sam pointed a Chuck's face, still littered with what they assumed was the remains of their angel friend.

"Oh, right." Chuck reached into his hair, "Oh, oh god. Is that a molar?"

"Ummmm..." Sam didn't know how to answer.

"This has been a really stressful day." Chuck told them, "Angels exploding, apocalypse."

"Cas you stupid bastard." Dean sighed.

"Stupid? He was trying to help us." Sam told him.

"Exactly."

"So, what now?" Abbie asked, "Lucifer's out and..."

"Oh crap." Chuck began to panic.

"Crap's an understatement." Abbie huffed.

"No, no. I can feel them." Chuck explained.

"Feel who?" Dean didn't know what he was talking about. "Abbie, maybe you should take Beth back up." Dean suggested, ready to hand Beth over.

"I'll take her up." Sam offered, "Feel like I've not seen her for ages." He held his arms out to her, Dean held back for a second, still unsure of his brother.

"Thanks Sam." Abbie smiled awkwardly at him.

"Uh yeah, thanks." Dean finally handed her over.

"Look, Dean. If you'd much rather do it-" Sam started, "I don't mind, I just-"

"It's fine, Sam." Abbie told him, "So, Chuck, who's coming?"

"Angels." Chuck answered, nervously.

"Well, I know how to handle them." Dean replied, pulling up his jacket sleeve and pulling out a knife.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Abbie exclaimed, as Sam walked back downstairs.

"Thought we'd find you here." Zachariah had appeared in the room with them, along with two angels they didn't recognise. "Playtime's over, Dean. Time to come with us."

"You just keep your distance, asshat." Dean growled at Zachariah.

"You're upset." Zachariah told him.

"Upset?" Abbie yelled, "Upset?"

"You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!"

"Maybe we let it happen. We didn't start anything." Zachariah clarified. "Right, Sammy?" Zachariah winked at him, "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."

"Same team?" Abbie snorted, "Is that so?"

"Dean wants to kill the devil. We want him to kill the devil. It's...synergy."

"And I'm just supposed to trust you?" Dean raised his eyebrows at that thought. "Cram it with walnuts, ugly."

"This isn't a game, son." Zachariah warned, "Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast-before he finds his vessel."

"His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?" Sam 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 can stop him, Dean, but you need our help."

"You listen to me, you two-faced douche. After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!" Dean turned his back on Zachariah, enraging him.

"You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?" Zachariah looked at Dean's arm. "You're bleeding."

"Oh, yeah—a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." He slapped his hand on the angel banishing sigil he had drawn.

"No!" Zachariah screamed, disappearing, with the other two angels.

"Learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch." Dean whispered.

"This sucks ass." Chuck sighed.

"You're telling me." Abbie nodded, "Good thinking with the sigil, Dean."

"So, what now?" Sam asked Dean.

"We call Bobby, see if he has any ideas on what to do to kill Lucifer. We should get away from here, now Zachariah knows where we are."

"I'll go pack mines and Beth's stuff." Abbie walked back upstairs.

"I'll help." Dean followed her.

Sam watched his brother and Abbie walk away from him, "They'll get over it." Chuck assured him.

"Get over me letting Lucifer out? Did you seen Dean's face when I offered to take Beth? He doesn't trust me."

"You chose a demon over him, Sam." Chuck reminded him.

"I know, Chuck." Sam whispered.

"K, let's get a move on before Zach comes back." Abbie walked back downstairs laden with Beth and bags. "Look alive, Sam." Abbie laughed, nodding to the closed front door.

"Oh-oh sure." Sam stuttered, "See you later, Chuck." Sam called to him.

"Can you get Beth strapped in?" Abbie handed her to Sam, having heard what he said to Chuck, knowing how much he was beating himself up over everything.

"Course I can." He took her, trying to suppress a grin as he walked out.

Abbie walked over to Chuck, and gave him a quick hug, "Thanks for everything, Chuck. I'm sure we'll be in touch."

"No problem." Chuck smiled, "You guys take care, ok?"

"We will." Dean answered for her, "Sam?"

"Strapping Beth in." Abbie told him, then noting Dean's nostrils flare at the thought of Sam taking care of Beth, "Last time I checked, that wasn't a seal, Dean. Give him a breakm huh?"

"Sure." Dean mumbled, "Anything happens, you call us Chuck, ok?"

"Yeah, absolutely." Chuck told him.

"C'mon Abs. Let's get going." Dean headed out to the car, cellphone in hand ready to call Bobby.