Disclaimer: I don't own them, I wish I did. All these folk belong to Kripke and co.
Note: Follows on immediately from where 4.22 left off.
Summary: Lucifer is risen and the end is nigh. That's not a wacko with a sandwich board 'end is nigh', it's a literal. The angels aren't helping, The Devil wants them dead, and even Chucks prophecies are on the fritz. When all you have to rely on is each other, bonds become deeper than you ever imagined.
Dean tugged at Sam's sleeve urgently, "Come on Sam we gotta go." His younger brother didn't move, seemingly frozen in place under a mix of shock, awe and shear unadulterated terror. "Sammy." Dean shouted, desperate to draw his attention. They didn't have time for this. They needed to get the hell away from there and put as much distance between them and the raw power rising before them as possible. Right now!
"Dean." Sam almost whispered his eyes widening. Following Sam's gaze Dean looked down at the body recently vacated by Ruby, courtesy of a little team work and her own knife. The dark hair and clothing of the deceased girl whipped frantically in a fierce wind only the edge of which Dean could feel whispering against his skin. The cold white light which moments ago had seemed to be rushing fiercely upwards now radiated around her, through her, becoming more concentrated as the noise around them increased and her fingers flexed slowly.
"Oh shit." Grasping his brothers' sleeve in his hand Dean pulled roughly. "Run!"
This time Sam listened, following Dean full sprint through the rapidly deteriorating convent. The building had not been in the best state of repair to begin with, abandoned as it was for so long, but the violent shaking caused but the opening of Lucifer's prison had made the already unstable structure into a gauntlet of falling ceilings, blown in windows and toppling statues. Chunks of plaster and fragments of stained glass tumbled down on them, as they barrelled past cracking walls and over fallen debris. The ground still shaking beneath them as they dodged and weaved their way through the seemingly endless corridors of what Sam could have sworn was a fairly small convent. The pounding of their feet drowned out by the continued rumbling still audible from the chapel that never seemed to sound any further away.
After a couple of minutes which felt more like an hour they turned a corner to find the convents main entrance before them, the doorway blocked by masonry and the fallen, full sized, stone angels that had flanked the archway. Cursing loudly Dean grabbed one end of the statue and tried to lift it with little success until Sam climbed over, bracing himself against the closed doors and pushing with his legs as Dean heaved the weight with his arms and the statue moved enough to swing the door inward slightly opening it just widely enough to squeeze through. Their muscles and lungs burned as they edged their way through the doors and into the cool night air before running flat out once more, not stopping until they reached Ruby's car.
"Keys?" Dean enquired, knowing it was hopeless even before Sam threw him a 'what the hell do you think?' look as he ran around to the passenger side door. Without as much as a pause Dean broke the driver's side window with his elbow. Putting his hand through the jagged hole in the glass he unlocked the door and climbed in. He had a feeling he would regret it later when the adrenalin wore off and the pain from the cuts kicked in, but for now he was too busy unlocking Sam's door and trying to hotwire the car with shaking fingers to notice the warm blood running down his arm and dripping onto his Jeans. The cars engine roared into life at the same moment as Sam closed his door and mere seconds later they were speeding away from the convent as though the devil himself were chasing them, which for all they knew he soon would be. In the rear view mirror Dean saw the light that had been streaming from the convent fade. Lucifer had risen.
By the time they hit the interstate it became apparent that they were not being followed and in the absence of anything to run from or fight the adrenaline coursing through Deans body morphed into rage. He felt every muscle in his body tense almost one by one and tried in vain to hold it all in, but it was too much and he snapped, punching at the steering wheel with a loud "Fuck!". Sam flinched a little beside him, but had the good sense to stay silent; even if he had wanted to speak he wouldn't know what to say.
Dean knew that he should be afraid, but he didn't seem to have it in him. All he could feel was anger and a deep sense of failure. He should have been able to stop it, he got there in time. Lilith had been alive, he had seen her. If that bitch Ruby hadn't closed the door on him. If Sam had just taken a second to listen past the voice in his mind, in his blood that called for vengeance and heard him shouting through the wood. Castiel had gotten him there in time, risked everything to do it and now... "Damn it!" He punched the steering wheel once more and pressed down on the accelerator. There was one more stop he had to make before he could even begin to think about what might come next.
He knew that it was bad the moment he turned onto Chuck's street, the fire trucks, police cars and ambulance were a dead giveaway. Pulling over as close to the police cordon as he could get, Dean climbed out of the car and pushed his way through the crowd of neighbours to find out what had happened. What he saw made his heart drop to his feet; he hadn't seen destruction like this since he had crawled out of his own grave after Castiel pulled him from the pit. The prophets house had been levelled, nothing stood more than two feet upright.
"Shit, what the hell happened here?" He heard Sam behind him but couldn't find the voice to answer.
Luckily one of the neighbours, an older woman in a flannel housecoat, was feeling chatty, "The fire crew think it was a gas explosion. The poor young man they pulled out of there is lucky to be alive."
Dean turned to her instantly, a spark of hope flickering somewhere in his chest, no way could a human have survived something like that. "Do you know what he looked like?"
The woman smiled softly, "Of course I do we've lived on the same street for years. Rather sickly looking young man, too much facial hair for my liking."
The flicker of hope faded but refused to die entirely, "Right, Chuck, of course." He knew he should be happy that the prophet was okay, but all he could feel was disappointment and resentment that it hadn't been Castiel. As if he didn't have enough guilt to carry already.
"Are you friends of his dear?" the neighbour persisted.
When Dean didn't respond straight away Sam picked up the slack, "Yes, we are. We were actually coming to visit with him for a couple of days. Do you know which hospital they took him to?
The woman frowned, "They haven't taken him anywhere yet, last I saw they were walking him to the ambulance over there."
Without a word Dean ducked under the cordon, ignoring the shout of the police officer a few meters away and jogged towards the ambulance. As he got closer he noticed that they were making Chuck comfortable where he was seated in the back a blanket wrapped around his shoulder, and it looked as though they were only moments from leaving. Before they could close the doors Dean jumped up into the back and grabbed his arm "Chuck." The prophet said nothing just stared ahead blankly. "Hey Chuck answer me damn it." He crouched before him, shaking him lightly.
"Sir the patient is in deep shock you can't be here." A paramedic told him from the door way.
Dean huffed impatiently and proceeded to ignore him entirely "Chuck what happened? Where's Cas?"
"Sir we have to leave, you can talk to him at the hospital." The paramedic tried again.
Dean's patience already hanging by a thread snapped. He grabbed the prophet roughly by the shoulders and shook him hard "Damn it Chuck where is he?"
It seemed to work, Chuck's eyes focused momentarily on Dean's, his voice monotone as he muttered two words before his gaze went blank again. "He's gone."
"Sir!" The paramedic's voice was insistent, as Dean's shoulders slumped and the spark, that had been barely there before died entirely. He climbed out of the back of the ambulance and made his way back to where Sam was arguing with a police officer to let him pass.
"Dean, what's going on? What happened here?" Sam asked frantically as his older brother ducked under the police tape and made his way back to the car. "Dean!" He called after him, jogging to catch up.
"Not now Sam." Dean sighed as he climbed into the car.
Climbing in opposite Sam turned to face him. "Dean, tell me what the hell happened."
"Damn it Sam I said not now." He all but growled. "Call Bobby, he'll need to know about Lucifer. Tell him we'll be there tomorrow." Calling Bobby was as good a way as any to distract Sam from his questioning. He knew his brother deserved an explanation but he couldn't, not yet, he didn't want to say the words out loud. 'Cas is dead, it's all my fault, Lucifer rose anyway, he died for nothing.'
Title:
The beginning of the End (1/?)
Author:
prettypsycho
Rating:
PG-13 this part (NC-17 over all)
Pairing/Characters:
Dean/Castiel eventually, wont take long I'm impatient for the man
on angel loving.
Spoilers:
Season 4
Warnings:
Only swearing for this part
Word
Count:
1580
Disclaimer:
I don't own them, I wish I did. All these folk belong to Kripke and
co.
Note: Follows on immediately from where 4.22 left off.
Summary: Lucifer is risen and the end is nigh. That's not a wacko with a sandwich board 'end is nigh', it's a literal. The angels aren't helping, The Devil wants them dead, and even Chucks prophecies are on the fritz. When all you have to rely on is each other, bonds become deeper than you ever imagined.
.#cutid1