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Book 5 Summary: With Lilith dead and Lucifer free the Apocalypse has begun. Cas is supposedly exploded and once again Sabrina's gone missing. One minute she's in Dean's arms bloodied and beaten the next she's gone and the Winchesters end up on a plane as the Devil is set free. Dean/Sabrina(OC) Slight Sam/Aya(OC), Lucifer/Aya(OC)
The Sabrina Moore Chronicles Book Five: Devil In The Detail
CHAPEL
"Come on!" Dean said. Dean looked from the light to Sam and clumsily grabbed his jacket to give him a small tug. "Sammy, let's go!" Sam looked at him and they ran to the doors, Sabrina still in dean's arms. The doors slammed shut. Sam rattled the doors. A high-pitched noise. Sam turned to look at Dean, and both looked back at the light. They squeezed their eyes shut, Sam holding up a hand to block the light, and Sam covered his ears. They fell to their knees and Dean cradled Sabrina and covered his ears. The light reached the very edges of the sigil, then whited out everything.
PLANE
A cartoon red Devil leaned over a large open book.
"What the devil is your name?"
"Sa-Sa-Sa-Sa-Yo-Yosemite Sam."
"Yosemite Sam?" The Devil flipped through the book. "Let's see. Ah, here it is. I could use a guy like you." Dean and Sam were sitting on a plane, contorted exactly as they were a moment ago in the chapel. The boys looked around, astounded. No one around them seemed to have noticed anything.
"What the hell?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." Sam said.
"Where's Sabrina?" Dean asked. He looked around frantically. "Oh god, where is she?"
"Folks, quick word from the flight deck." The piolet said over the intercom. "We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore—"
"Ilchester? Weren't we just there?" Dean asked.
COCKPIT – NIGHT
"So if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to—" The ordinary bird's-eye view of Maryland at night was interrupted by a column of light shooting into the sky. "Holy crap!" The shock wave knocked the plane off kilter. People were thrown around the plane, screaming. Oxygen masked drop down. Sam and Dean put theirs on as the white light outside grew blinding. The high-pitched noise was back. Dean looked out the window, terrified.
CAR
Sam and Dean drove in a rented car.
"—and Governor O'Malley urged calm saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown.
"Change the station." Dean said. Sam poked a button on the digital radio.
"—Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area—"
"—announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear— "
"—a series of tremors— "
"—swine flu— " The radio shut off. Sam sighed. Silence.
"Dean, look—" Sam said.
"Don't say anything." A pause. "It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?" A pause.
"Yeah, okay."
"All right, well, first things first—How did we end up on Soul Plane?"
"Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?"
"Well, whatever. It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas and then he needs to find where Sabrina went."
CHUCK'S HOUSE
Sam and Dean walk through the devastated house. A noise, and they both turned: nothing. They kept looking around. Chuck jumped out and hits Sam on the head with a toilet plunger. Sam stumbled back, hand to his head.
"Geez! Ow!"
"Sam." Chuck said.
"Yeah!"
"Hey, Chuck." Dean said.
"So...you're okay?"
"Well, my head hurts." Sam said.
"No, I mean—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.
"Your eyes went black?" Dean asked. Sam looked back over his shoulder.
"I didn't know." Sam said.
"Where's Cas?" Dean asked7
"He's dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry."
"You're sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something." Dean said.
"Oh, no. He, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup." Sam took a closer look at Chuck and waved a hand at his own left ear.
"You got a—" Chuck waved a hand at his own right ear.
"Uh...right here?"
"Uh, the..." Sam indicated the other side of Chuck's head. Chuck felt at his hair.
"Oh. Oh, god." Chuck pulled something out. "Is that a molar? It is. Do I have a molar in my hair? This has been a really stressful day.
"Cas, you stupid bastard." Dean said.
"Stupid? He was trying to help us." Sam said.
"Yeah, exactly. A-And now we don't know where Sabrina is.
"So, what now?
"I don't know."
"Oh, crap." Chuck said.
"What?" Sam asked.
"I can feel them."
"Thought we'd find you here." Sam and Dean turned around: Zachariah was there, two angels accompanying him. "Playtime's over, Dean. Time to come with us." Dean pointed at him.
"You just keep your distance, asshat."
"You're upset.
"Yeah. A little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!
"Maybe we let it happen. We didn't start anything. Right, Sammy?" He 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."
"Is that so?"
"You want to kill the devil. We want you to kill the devil. It's...synergy.
"And I'm just supposed to trust you? Cram it with walnuts, ugly."
"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."
"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." Dean said. "After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!"
"You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did? Blood dripped from Dean's hand. "You're bleeding."
"Oh, yeah—a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." Dean slapped his bloody hand on an Angel Banishing Sigil drawn behind a door.
"No!" Sam and Chuck flinched. Zachariah vanished in white light. When Dean looked, the other angels were gone as well.
"Learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch."
"This sucks ass." Chuck said. Dean turned to Chuck.
"Do you know where Sabrina is, did you see where she went?"
"I'm sorry I have no idea. I have visions of you two not her."
MOTEL
REGENT INN MOTEL – DAY
Sam rushed down a staircase past a couple making out and entered the motel. Dean loaded a gun. Sam entered the room.
"Hey." Dean said.
"Hey." Sam said. Sam closed the door, pulled something out of his shirt, and tossed it to Dean. Dean caught it and examined it. "Here. Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter."
"Where'd you get it?"
"I made it."
"How?" Sam hesitated long enough for Dean to look up at him.
"I...I learned it from Ruby." Dean put the gun down and approached Sam.
"Speaking of. How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?"
"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."
"Supernatural methadone." Dean said.
"Yeah, I guess. Sam paused.
"Dean— "
"Sam." Dean turned away. "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—
"So why do you keep bringing it up?! Sam sighed. Dean turned back to him. "Look, all I'm saying is, why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it." Sam nodded. "All right, so, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?"
"We'd, uh, figure out where the thing is."
"All right. So we just got to find...the devil."
"After we find Sabrina…"
"After we find Sabrina." Dean said with a nod. "D-Did you call Bobby."
"He said he left the room and she was gone, Cas showed up for her then that's it."
"Great."
NICK'S HOUSE
Pike Creek, Delaware
A man, Nick, walked along the sidewalk to his house. He opened his front gate, which creaked, and let it swing shut behind him. A wind picked up, swinging the gate forward and back, and Nick turned back to look. The gate banged open and shut.
NICK'S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Nick lie in bed, alone and restless. He pulled his hands out from under the blankets: they were bloodstained. He tossed the blankets back and there was blood all over him and the sheets, a lot of it, as though someone bled to death a moment ago. Nick got out of bed and switched on the bedside light. There was no blood.
"All right, keep it together. Keep it together, man." Nick said. Nick turned off the light and lied down. He rolled over and there was a woman in bed next to him, blood on her cheek. He sat up, shocked: he knew her—her name is Sarah—and the last thing he expected was to see her.
"It's you, Nick. You're special. You're chosen." Nick shook his head, disbelieving, and covered his eyes with one hand. When he looked back, Sarah was gone.
BECKY'S ROOM
A woman named Becky, whose bedroom walls have poster-size prints of the covers of Carver Edlund's Supernatural: Route 666 and Supernatural: The Benders, sat at her computer, typing and reading aloud.
""And then Sam touched—" No. "—caressed Dean's clavicle. 'This is wrong,' said Dean. 'Then I don't want to be right,' replied Sam, in a husky voice."
A message appeared on her screen: CARVER EDLUND CALLING
Becky frowned and clicked Accept. The window expanded to a videophone: it was Chuck. He glanced over his shoulder and back. Becky covered her mouth, excited enough that it caused her difficulty speaking.
"Oh...my...god. You. You're..."
"Carver Edlund, yeah. Hi, Becky."
"You got my letters. And my marzipan." Chuck couldn't quite look at her."
"Yeah, yeah. Um...yummy. But, uh—"
"I am your number-one fan. You know, I'm samlicker81."
"I'm sorry. You're—You're what?"
"Webmistress at morethanbrothers dot net?"
"Oh. Yeah. No, yeah. You're my...number-one fan." Becky grinned. "That's why I contacted you. You're the only one who will believe me." Chuck looked heavenward. Becky frowned, concerned.
"Are you all right?"
"No. I'm being watched. Okay, not, not now—at least, I don't think so. But I don't have much time. I need your help." Becky switched back to overexcited.
"You need my help?"
"That's right. I need you to get a message to Sam and Dean. Okay?" Becky sighed, reality intruding.
"Look, Mr. Edlund... Yes, I'm a fan, but I really don't appreciate being mocked. I know that Supernatural's just a book, okay? I know the difference between fantasy and reality."
"Becky, it's all real." Becky snapped back to overexcitedness.
"I knew it!"
MOTEL
Sam stared at John's journal. Dean was watching TV, checking his phone every few moments – Sabrina always liked to text more than call – he was getting paranoid not know where she was or if she was even alive.
"How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes, all at the same time, all around the globe?"
"Two words. Carbon emissions."
"Yeah, right, wavy gravy." Dean said to the environmentalist on TV. There was a knock at the door. Dean pulled his gun. Sam answers. It was Becky, so excited she was having trouble breathing.
"You okay, lady?" Sam asked.
"Sam...is it really you?" She asked. Sam glanced back at Dean. Becky stepped closer and put a hand on Sam's chest. "And you're so firm."
"Uh, do I know you?" Sam asked. Becky pulled back. Sam continued to stare, bewildered.
"No. But I know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're—" Becky looked at Dean, who was staring at her, his gun hand out of sight. "—not what I pictured. I'm Becky." She looked around. "Where's Sabrina?" Becky pushed past Sam into the room. "I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few—" She glanced down, giggling a little. "Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were." Dean stood up.
"Chuck?" Dean asked. Sam closed the door.
"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."
"Right. Just, um...what's the message?" Sam asked.
"He had a vision. "The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it."
"The Michael sword?" Dean asked.
"Becky, does he know where it is?" Sam asked.
"In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs. Becky said.
"Forty-two dogs?" Dean asked.
"Are...you sure you got that right?" Sam asked.
"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said." She said. Becky stepped closer to Sam. "I memorized every word." She touched his chest. "For you." Sam glanced over at Dean and down at Becky: awkward.
"Um, Becky, c—uh, can you...quit touching me?"
"No."
MOTEL, LATER
Bobby arrived in the Impala. A knock on the door. Dean opened it.
"Hey, Bobby." Bobby hugged Dean, slapping him on the back.
"Good to see you boys all in one piece." Bobby hugged Sam, who was grinning. Dean closed the door.
"Any word on Sabrina?" Sam asked. Bobby shook his head.
"You weren't followed, were you?" Dean asked.
"You mean by angels, demons, or Sam's new superfan?" Bobby asked. Sam laughed.
"You heard."
"I heard, Romeo. So...sword of Michael, huh?"
"You think we're talking about the actual sword from the actual archangel?" Dean asked.
"You better friggin' hope so." Bobby opened a book to a painting of Michael surrounded by other angels. In this painting, Michael looked like a winged woman and the other angels like naked babies with wings. "That's Michael. Toughest son of a bitch they got." Sam flipped to another painting. Again, Michael had a feminine face.
"You kidding me? Tough? That guy looks like Cate Blanchett." Dena said.
"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 pointed to the sword in the painted Michael's hand. "So if we can find it..."
"We can kick the devil's ass all over again. All right. So, where do we start?" Sam asked.
"Divvy up and start reading—try and make sense of Chuck's nonsense." Sam got up and headed for a pile of old books, presumably brought by Bobby. He stared at the books for a long moment, not reaching for them. "Kid? You all right?" Sam turned to Bobby.
"No, actually. Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry."
"Sam..." Dean said.
"Lilith did not break the final seal. Lilith was the final seal."
"Sam, stop it."
"I killed her, and I set Lucifer free."
"You what?" bobby asked.
"You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on." Dean said nothing. Bobby stood up and walked closer.
"You're damn right you didn't listen. You were reckless and selfish and arrogant."
"I'm sorry."
"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?" Sam nodded. His expression barely changed: it couldn't be much different from what he expected. Dean didn't protest.
"There's an old church nearby. Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there." Sam said.
"Yeah. You do that." Sam left. Bobby turned back to Dean, who stayed silent.
Sam walked along the street.
MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT?
Bobby and Dean sat doing research.
"I never would have guessed that your daddy was right."
"About what?"
"About your brother." Dean looked up. "What John said—you save Sam or kill him. Maybe...
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe we shouldn't have tried so hard to save him."
"Bobby." Dean said.
"He ended the world, Dean. And you and I weren't strong enough to stop him proper. That's on us. I'm just saying, your dad was right."
"Dad. " Dean rummaged through his bag. He pulled out a plastic Ziplock full of cards. "It's got to be in here somewhere."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Here." Dean pulled one out and read it. Bobby stood up. Dean came over. "I don't believe it." Dean said.
"What the hell is it?"
"It's a card for my dad's lockup in upstate New York. Read it." Bobby took the card.
""Castle Storage. 42 Rover Hill.""
"Castle on a hill of forty-two dogs." Dean took the card back.
"So you think your dad had the Michael sword all this time?"
"I don't know. I'm not sure what else Chuck could have meant."
"Yeah. Okay. It's good enough for me."
Bobby attacked Dean, knocking him through the barrier between the kitchenette and the beds. Bobby yanked Dean up and slammed him down again. Bobby's eyes went black. 'Bobby' grabbed Dean by the throat and dragged him to his feet. A female demon entered, a male demon behind her.
"I always knew you were a big, dumb, slow, dim pain in the ass, Dean. But I never dreamed you were so V.I.P." The female said. She saw Ruby's knife on the table and picked it up. "I mean, you're gonna ice the devil? You? If I'd have known that, I'd have ripped your pretty, pretty face off ages ago."
"Ruby." Dean said.
"Try again. Go back further."
"Meg?" Dean asked.
"Hi. These are the days of miracle and wonder, Dean. Our father's among us. You know we're all dreaming again for the first time since we were human? It's heaven on earth. Or hell. We really owe your brother a fruit basket."
"My god, you like the sound of your own voice."
"But you, on the other hand, you're the only bump in the road. So every demon—every single one—is just dying for a piece of you." Dean smirked
"Get in line."
"Oh, I'm in the front of the line, baby. Let's ride." Meg kissed Dean.
"What is that, peanut butter?" Dean asked.
"You know, your surrogate daddy's still awake screaming in there. And I want him to know how it feels slicing the life out of you." Meg handed the knife to 'Bobby', who raised it to Dean's throat. Dean struggled.
"Bobby!" Dean shouted. 'Bobby' looked back at Meg.
"Now!" 'Bobby' raised the knife to stab Dean.
"Bobby! No!" The black fades from 'Bobby's eyes. The knife came down and Bobby flashed gold as the demon 'Bobby' dies: Bobby stabbed himself. Bobby collapsed. Dean rushed Meg and the male demon. The male demon slammed Dean into the wall, then the floor. Sam entered and saw Bobby on the floor bleeding and Dean getting beaten.
"No!"
"Heya, Sammy. You miss me? 'Cause I sure missed you." Meg said.
"Meg?" Meg grinned. Sam swung and missed. Meg kicked him in the crotch and knocked him to the ground while the male demon pounded Dean.
"It's not so easy without those super-special demon powers, huh, Sammy?" The male demons kicked Dean. Meg punched Sam. Dean kicked the feet out from under the male demon, grabbed the knife out of Bobby's stomach and stabbed the male demon in the chest. Dean stood up. Meg backed away. Dean advanced. Meg screamed and smoked out of the woman, who collapsed. Dean lowered the knife.
NICK'S HOUSE
LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
Pike Creek, Delaware
Nick carried a blanket and teddy bears past a freestanding baby rocker to a cardboard box. The rocker started moving on its own. Nick turned to look, then went over and stopped it. A baby's cry sounded. Nick dug frantically through the box and pulled out a baby monitor. He stared at it, listening to the crying.
NURSERY – NIGHT
Nick opened the door, still listening. He stared at the crib for a moment. The crying went silent. He turned on the light. Silence. He turned away and the crying began again. He turned back and saw blood pouring out of the crib onto the carpet.
"No..." Nick went up to the crib and fell to his knees, sobbing. The crib was empty. It and the carpet was clean.
EMERGENCY ROOM – NIGHT
Dean and Sam burst into a hospital emergency room, carrying Bobby.
"Need some help here!" Dean shouted.
"What happened?" A nurse asked.
"He was stabbed." Sam said.
"Can we get a gurney?" Two nurses rushed a gurney over to Bobby.
"Hang on, Bobby. Hang in there. You're gonna be okay." Dean said. They got Bobby onto the gurney and rushed him off. Sam and Dean follow. The nurse stopped them.
"Just wait here." She said.
"We can't just leave him." Sam said.
"Just don't move. I've got questions." She left.
"Sammy, we got to go." Dean said.
"No. No way, Dean."
"The demons heard where the sword is. We got to get to it before they do, if we're not too late already. Come on!" Dean left and Sam followed.
JOHN'S LOCKUP
Dean opened the trunk of the Impala. He and Sam loaded guns and closed the trunk. Dean unlocked the storage room.
Sam and Dean entered the room, shotguns ready. They found dead demons sprawled across the floor.
"I see you told the demons where the sword is." Zachariah said. Sam and Dean turned to see him and two angels.
"Oh, thank god. The angels are here." Dean said.
"And to think...they could have grabbed it any time they wanted." Zachariah waved his hand to close the door. "It was right in front of them."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"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."
"We don't have anything." Dean said.
"It's you, chucklehead. You're the Michael sword." Dean stared. "What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much of one."
"What do you mean, I'm the sword?"
"You're Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his...receptacle."
"I'm a vessel?"
"You're the vessel. Michael's vessel."
"How? Why—why me?"
"Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean."
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks."
"Joking. Always joking. Well...no more jokes." Zachariah raised one hand, fingers like a gun, and pointed at Dean, then shifted to Sam. "Bang." A loud crunch. Sam fell, unable to stand.
"God!" HE exclaimed.
"You son of a bitch!"
"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?"
"How many humans die in the crossfire, huh? A million? Five, ten?" Dean asked.
"Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He'll roast the planet alive."
"There's a reason you're telling me this instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin."
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Well, there's got to be another way."
"There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written."
"Yeah, maybe. But, on the other hand... Eat me. The answer's no."
"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." Sam glanced up at Dean.
"No." Dean said.
"Then how about we heal you from...stage-four stomach cancer?" Zachariah asked. Dean doubled over, coughing. He spit into his palm: blood.
No."
"Then let's get really creative. Uh, let's see how...Sam does without his lungs. Dean turned to look at Sam, who gasped for breath. "Are we having fun yet? You're going to say yes, Dean."
"Just kill us."
"Kill you? Oh, no. I'm just getting started." A bright light flashed. Zachariah turned. One of the angels collapsed, a bloody hole in his throat. Castiel stood beside him. The other angel fought Castiel. Dean and Zachariah stared; Sam tried to take a breath. Castiel and the angel slammed each other around. Castiel stabbed the other angel in the back. A bright light flashed. Zachariah stared. Castiel walked closer. In the background, Sam was still and silent. "How are you..."
"Alive? That's a good question. How did these two 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?"
"No. That's not possible."
"It scares you. Well, it should. Now, put these boys back together and go. I won't ask twice." Zachariah vanished. Sam looked up and around, surprised. Dean and Sam stood up.
"You two need to be more careful." Castiel said.
"Yeah, I'm starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought." Dean said.
"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 put one hand on Dean's chest, the other on Sam's. Dean and Sam gasped.
"What the hell was that?"
"An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer."
"What, did you just brand us with it?" Dean asked.
"No. I carved it into your ribs." A pause.
"Hey, Cas, were you really dead?" Sam asked.
"Yes."
"Then how are you back?" Dean asked. Castiel vanished. Sam and Dean were alone with the dead.
NICK'S HOUSE
BEDROOM – NIGHT
Nick lie in bed in an empty room.
"Nick." Sarah said. Nick sat up. Sarah stood at the foot of the bed. "Nick. You're dreaming, Nick. But it doesn't mean this isn't real."
"Sarah?"
"I'm not your wife, Nick. I'm an angel."
"An angel?"
"My name is Lucifer."
"Sure. Naturally. Um... Could you do me a favor there, Satan, and remind me to quit drinking before I go to bed?"
"I'm here because you're special, Nick. There's very, very few people like you."
"Is that so?"
"You're a vessel—a very powerful vessel." Nick swung his legs off the bed.
"Meaning what, exactly?"
"I need to take control of your mind and your body. To be honest, it'll probably be unpleasant for you. But it is necessary."
"Okay, look...if it's just the same to you, I think I'd like to wake up now."
"I told you—this is real. Don't be afraid. This is your choice." Lucifer sat on the bed next to Nick. "You need to invite me in."
"Even if this is real—which it's not, but assuming it was...why the hell would I do something like that?"
"You people misunderstand me. You call me "Satan" and "devil", but... Do you know my crime? I loved God too much. And for that, he betrayed me—punished me. Just as he's punished you. After all, how could God stand idly by while that man broke into your home and butchered your family in their beds?" Nick swallowed, not looking at her. "There are only two rational answers, Nick—either he's sadistic, or he simply doesn't care. You're angry. You have every right to be angry. I am angry, too. That's why I want to find him—hold him accountable for his actions. Just because he created us doesn't mean he can toy with us, like playthings."
"If I help you...can you bring back my family?"
"I'm sorry. I can't. But I can give you the next best thing. God did this to you, Nick. And I can give you justice. Peace."
"How do I know you're telling the truth?"
"Because, contrary to popular belief, I don't lie. I don't need to. What I need...is you. Nick, I need you to say yes." Nick remembered the empty baby rocker, the blood pouring from the crib, the empty crib.
"Then yes." The high-pitched screech of angel speech sounded. White light flared from all the upper windows of Nick's house.
HOSPITAL – NIGHT
A nurse walked down a hospital corridor past a patient with a mobile IV stand. Both passed a closed door, behind which Bobby was heard yelling.
""Unlikely to walk again"?! Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" He shouted. The door burst open and a doctor fled. Inside, Bobby sat in a hospital bed and Sam and Dean stand by the window. "I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!" Bobby looked over at Sam and Dean "You believe that yahoo?"
"Screw him. You'll be fine." Dean said.
"So, let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?" Sam asked.
"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 said.
"What if we win?" Dean asked. Bobby stared at him. Sam turned to face Dean, who sounded a bit too confident. "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 'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves."
"And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?" Bobby asked.
"I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, and I'll figure it out."
"You are nine kinds of crazy, boy."
"It's been said." Dean pat Bobby on the shoulder. "Listen, you stay on the mend. We'll see you in a bit." Dean headed for the door, Sam followed.
"Sam?" Sam stopped. "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."A long pause. Sam sighed.
"Thanks, Bobby." Sam said.
"You're welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but...you're welcome."
PARKING LOT – NIGHT
An ambulance drove past. Sam and Dean walked out to the cars.
"You know, I was thinking, Dean—maybe we could go after the Colt." Sam said.
"Why? What difference would that make?" Dean asked.
"Well, we could use it on Lucifer. I mean, you just said back there—"
"I just said a bunch of crap for Bobby's benefit." Dean stopped in the middle of the road. Sam stopped, looking at him. "I mean, I'll fight. I'll fight till the last man, but let's at least be honest. I mean, we don't stand a snowball's chance, and you know that. I mean, hell, you of all people know that." Dean went around Sam.
"Dean..." Dean stopped and turned back.
"Is there something you want to say to me?" A long pause.
"I tried, Sammy. I mean, I really tried. But I just can't keep pretending that everything's all right. Because it's not. And it's never going to be. You chose a demon over your own brother—" Sam rolled his eyes. "—and look what happened."
"I would give anything—anything—to take it all back."
"I know you would. And I know how sorry you are. I do. But, man...you were the one that I depended on the most. And you let me down in ways that I can't even..." Dean paused, struggling for words.
"I'm just—I'm having a hard time forgiving and forgetting here. You know?" Dean asked.
"What can I do?" Sam asked.
"Honestly? Nothing." Sam nodded a little, looking down: this didn't surprise him. "I just don't...I don't think that we can ever be what we were. You know?" Sam nodded again: this wasn't a surprise either.
"I just don't think I can trust you." Dean said.
Sam looked up: this he wasn't expecting. Dean shook his head and walked away, pausing at the trunk of the Impala to look back, then got into the driver's seat.
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