And Nigh, The End It Cometh.
Summary. . . . . . . . . Lucifer's free and hell bent on getting what he wanted all along. An AU of what I think could happen in season 5.
Disclaimer. . . . . . . Even though I ask nicely everyday, they still belong to Kripkie.
A.N. . . . . . . . . . Thanks, as always, to everyone who read chapter 1, I hope that you find chapter 2 just as enjoyable. Peanut x
I can't believe how good Sam looks, and yet at the same time how bad. We've been told by others of how he now appears, but nothing could have prepared us for when we finally set eyes upon him. He's still Sam, but he's different. It had always bugged me, from the moment it happened, how tall my brother got in my eyes the younger sibling should never be the taller one, but now he looks huge, bulky muscle showing against the fitted tee he's wearing, thighs straining against the confines of the dark denim, and that's not all I would swear he's taller. I try to place what else it is that's so wrong about him, but at first I can't tell, it's only as he turns to look my way, before passing onto Bobby, that I finally figure it out. It's the eyes. The eyes that had once been so soulful, so easily read, so emotional, so Sam; were now so dead, so blank, so emotionless, and completely Lucifer, so black yet tinged with flickers of fiery red. I try to talk to him, try to get through to the brother I've missed all these months, the words failing to come forth though as from the moment I open my mouth, he turns those wicked orbs back my way and with that one look sends me crashing into the crumbling walls. I don't fall though, just as it was all that time ago in the cabin with Azazeal, I'm pinned an unwilling participant in the battle that's about to come.
3 months previous
I recruited Bobby as soon as I awoke and found Sam gone, one nearly sobbing phone call and the man was by my side in an instant; both of us thinking the same thing, how can this have happened again. I thought I'd felt sheer terror when I'd gone into the diner after Sam that day, but that's nothing to how bad I'd felt waking up to all that death and destruction and no sign of the kid brother I had been sworn to protect since the moment he had been placed into my arms. Together we had traced ever clue, every lead that had been thrown our way from trusted hunters, slyly talking to the not so trusted ones, being wary of mentioning Sam's name for fear of him becoming the hunted; but at every turn, he seemed to have been just that one step ahead of us. Until yesterday. Yesterday we received our first break, a tip off that would place us where Sam is going to be, instead of the usual where he has been. We'd packed quickly determined to take full advantage of this break, taking turns at the wheel so that we wouldn't have to stop.
We have to make it this time. We have to stop this before things get too far, before even more people are murdered in the places they assumed they would be safe in, before the toll of what has been done by someone wearing his face becomes so much Sam wont ever want to come back. We have to make it because this time we think we can banish Lucifer and bring him back. I step harder on the gas the need to make it to the church he has chosen consuming me, I have to save those people, I have to save my brother. We still don't know why he has been targeting churches, blowing out stained glass in showers of rainbow shards, shaking the very foundations hard enough to topple steeples, trapping everyone in side, their final prayers laced with anxious pleas for help; we know he must have a plan, we have people working on figuring out what that plan is, but for the moment I don't care. I've lost too much over the years, and I refuse to loose the one remaining member of my rag tag family. I will get you back Sam.
I screech to a halt, a plume of gravel and dust rising from the Impala's wheels, my door opening even before I have even turned the engine off because I know we are too late, twinkles of red and yellows and greens and blues drift lazily down from the blown out windows, the walls are crumbling, one side already toppled the others barely hanging on, and the heavy wooden doors lie askew of their hinges, one threatening to fall and crush a survivor who is trying desperately to get away. I start running, we may have failed yet again but maybe this time I can save someone. I falter as I reach the stone steps that lead up to the entrance, the hairs on the back of my neck rising, he's here and I'm not ready, but I will not let this person die. I rush up the worn stone and drop to my knees in front of the man? Woman? I can't tell the damage is too much. I grab their shoulders and start to pull, managing to get to the edge of the steps before I'm stopped and thrown harshly against the door that's threatening to fall, the last strand holding it up breaking as it takes the brunt of my weight, both of us falling to the ground in a loud cacophony of sound.
I'm winded and shaken, stars dancing in front of my eyes, my vision blurry, but I'm determined to finish this today. I stand on legs unwilling to support me and start to make my way towards where I think Sam will be, Ruby's knife hidden up my sleeve my only protection. He's not there though, confusing me, making me turn my back only realizing my mistake as Bobby's anguished cry rings out. It's too late though, he has me. I try to look, to gain my first glimpse of my brother since that awful day three months ago, but his hold is strong and no matter how hard I try to break it I can't. I try to talk to him, to get through, to reason, but he's only half listening. I know this because I'm sure if Lucifer had full control, I'd be dead by now, but I'm not. I curse myself for what I'm about to do, but I know I have no choice, I need to get away, to live to fight another day. I nod to Bobby, silently telling him what I need. He understands and creates the distraction, pleading to Sam as I bring Ruby's knife into play. The strike is quick, and I take full advantage of Lucifer's lapse, breaking free from his hold and running. I know I don't have long and can only hope I can get far enough away, but as I suddenly find my feet pounding fresh air I know my time is out. I land on something that gives slightly before becoming a solid mass, a crash of broken glass echoing through my ears before all becomes dark and too quiet, my last thought before I pass out, that I failed my brother again.
A.N. . . . . . . . Thanks for reading, Peanut x