Supernatural
Season 6
1: Old Friends
The light was a brilliant white. So bright, even with their backs to it, Sam and Dean still had to close their eyes to avoid being blinded by it. The brothers clutched one another shoulders and braced themselves for what or whom, were coming. Dean was the first to notice that it was quiet. With the gate to Lucifer's prison opening behind them and the intense light pouring forth from it, there was no noise, not from the gate, not from anything. It was as if he had been rendered deaf. A quick peek at his brother told Dean that Sam noticed it as well.
As the light began to intensify, Dean felt Sam's grip on his shoulder tighten. Because of the intensity of the light now Dean couldn't open his eyes to see what was happening so he too, gripped his brother's shoulder tighter, as if to reassure Sam that he was right there with him, brothers united.
After a few moments the light began to fade and recede back into the floor. At the same time Sam's grip on Dean also began to loosen. Almost at the same time that the light faded out sound began to come back into Dean's ears. With his senses coming back and his brother no longer clutching his shoulder, the oldest Winchester steeled himself for what would be waiting for him once he opened his eyes. Dean knew that nothing he had faced in the last four years, not even a trip to Hell itself, would be preparation for what came through that gate. Slowly, almost methodically, Dean opened his eyes and slowly turned around. If Sam had indeed release Lucifer from his prison, than Dean was going to have to stop him. The angels that he thought were here to help screwed him, but he wasn't about to let the apocalypse happen. As soon as Dean was turned around and eyes wide open he saw…nothing. The church was empty except for Sam and himself. Dean's brow furrowed, confused.
"Did I miss something," Dean asked, "or was that a whole lot of show for nothing?"
Dean looked at Sam as he spoke and saw his brother smile.
"No, Dean," Sam said with a grin, "It wasn't for nothing."
"Are you ok, Sammy?" Dean asked.
For a split second Dean thought he saw his brother's eyes turn solid red.
"I'm sorry, Dean, but Sammy is no longer with us."
Shock started to fill Dean's face as a horrifying realization filled him.
"Sam is locked away, and I have come out to play."
Dean took a step back and readied himself. He had been too late to stop the last seal from being broken and now he could only watch in horror as his little brother was replaced with the most powerful evil the world has ever known.
"You son of a bitch." He said to the thing in front of him. It was clearly not Sam anymore.
"No Dean," Lucifer spoke matter-of-factly, "You may call me Master."
Dean sat bolt upright in his bed. Dime sized beads of sweat covered his whole body and he was gasping for breath, his chest heaving in and out as he desperately struggled to regain normal breathing. This was the sixth time in two weeks that he had had this dream. Strangely it was slightly different in method and length, but they all ended the same way-with his brother Sam being possessed by Satan. The events of that fateful day, the day he lost his brother Sam, would forever be etched into Dean's mind. He missed him sure, every day, but his being gone meant they had won. The two of them had bested Lucifer and saved humanity. Sam fulfilled his destiny and Dean was able to have his happy ending. But, he wondered, why then did everything feel wrong? Dean asked himself everyday why he had a strange feeling. He knew that Lisa was real and that he had not encountered any supernatural activity since the day he lost Sam. Hell, he hadn't even heard from anyone that he had known as a hunter. Even Bobby hadn't reached out to him. Though Dean assumed that had more to do with Bobby trying to get his soul back than anything else. Dean was wondering how that was going for the old man when Lisa touched his arm.
"You alright, babe," she asked him.
"Yeah, just a bad dream." he consoled her.
He knew she didn't believe him but he couldn't tell her what it really was. Either she wouldn't understand or it would tear her up. Neither was acceptable. She deserved this life. He deserved this life. He knew he needed to move past this nightmare and live his life. Reliving the day he lost Sam every night was a price he had to pay, it didn't mean he had to do all day. The wife he always wanted was lying in the bed next to him and the son he always knew he would have was down the hall. This was his family now and he needed his focus on them. Dean lay down facing Lisa and smiled. She smiled back. She knew something was wrong but that if Dean wanted to tell her than he would in his time, his own way. Dean placed a hand gently on her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.
"I'll be fine," he lied, "I just need to get some more sleep."
"Alright," she agreed.
They both put an arm around each other, smiling at each other, and closed their eyes. Dean silently begged the nightmares to stay away.
Carol Barker looked cautiously down the street, straining her eyes to see in the dark. Something had been following her, she was sure of it. Every time she started walking she could hear the sound of wind behind her, but there was barely a breeze out tonight. As she thought about this her shoulder length red hair blew around her head and the long sleeves of her blouse made noise as the air around her began blowing harder and faster. Carol quickly spun around and didn't know what she was looking at. To her it looked like very thick black smoke. The smoke hung in the air in front of her and swirled enticingly. For a split second she swore she saw something shining inside the smoke, but just as quickly it was gone.
"What the..." she began.
Before Carol Barker could finish her thought her head was violently pushed upwards so that she was looking at the sky as the black smoke rushed at her face. The smoke pushed its way into her mouth and nostrils, forcing itself down her throat. Within seconds every bit of the smoke was inside her. She slowly lowered her head and stood limp for a moment. Then all at once she regained control of her body, except it was no longer Carol at the helm. The Carol-thing smiled wickedly as her eyes turned black as night. With a stroke of her fingers through her new red hair, the thing inside Carol's body spoke to no one in particular.
"ah, that's more like it."
The thing took control of Carol's body and started walking down the deserted road. Satisfied that she had the body she needed for the task at hand, she gave a warning to her target.
"Don't worry, Dean. Bella's back."
The newly bodied Bella Talbot entered a dark store at the corner, the owner had just been closing up for the night. She walked into the convenience store and proceeded down aisle two where she found the store owner, a tall and muscled black man of about forty, who seemed to be staring limply at the floor. Her demon partner had found a host.
"Are you alright darling," she asked him.
The demon lifted his head and turned to her with a large devilish grin on his face. If he hadn't been possessed with a demon she would think he was going to attack her.
"I'm good," he said with more than an ounce of joy.
"Let's find us a Winchester."
"Easy now, first things first." Bella reminded him.
"Yeah," he remembered, "The boy. Don't worry, I'll get him. We'll have him before sundown."
With that the man-demon walked past Bella to the front door of the store, grabbing a handful of chocolate bars on way.
"Little boys like candy, right." he smiled.
"Gordon," Bella called to him. "Please don't hurt the boy. Yet."
