Chapter 2

Ich Habe Gelogen

A few years back when I was, about fourteen, something weird was going on at my school. There were times where people would just start fighting each other. It happens with teens, of course. Their hormone-raging selves aren't capable of solving a problem in any other way. I think if everyone actually could, they would had punched their depression away. But these were no ordinary teenage fights; these fights were so gruesome. They always ended up with someone dying bloody. And when I say bloody, I mean guts flying out of the poor sucker that lost the brawl, brain parts splattered onto the floor, whatever nasty thing you could think of probably happened. My school was like a war-zone.

While this was all happening, I met these men, brothers actually, who were figuring out what was wrong. They came in as FBI, which scared whoever was not under that violent spell. Don't get me started on the amount of dealers in my school who pissed themselves thinking about if they got caught. Short answer, they didn't, but the brothers loved to intimidate my peers. The older brother was more into the pranks, while the younger would eye the scene. Honestly, for the longest time I swore the younger brother was actually the elder, since the older brother was far shorter than the younger. It was quite ironic and sometimes I would poke fun at the height difference. It never failed to make me laugh, especially how the older brother acted like such a helicopter parent to their Sasquatch of a child. The boys both wore sickening amounts of plaid but their selflessness was truly amendable; they never went a day without helping someone. And the love they had for each other was shocking. I mean everyone says that they'd die for their siblings, but who actually says that they'll move mountains to bring you back to life after you died protecting them. Yeah, no one but these brothers. They were an unusual pair, but a great pair nonetheless. Anytime you had a problem, you could rely on these boys to fix it, no matter what. Which is why I did what any sane person would do and called the Winchesters.

The phone rang for a few seconds and I grew anxious they wouldn't respond. I was about to set down my phone when I heard a frantic, "Hello?"

It took a second to remember which brother's voice that was but I realized it was Sam, despite me calling Dean.

"Hey Sam? It's been a long time, eh? Well, I hope you're okay. I have a major problem. It might be a bit outta your league though," I rambled on. Despite me not wanting to let my nerves show, they did.

"What's wrong, Lada?"

"I doubt you'll really believe me but I think I got visited by Satan himself. I don't know why I would've since he's supposed to be locked downstairs."

"About that..." Sam trailed off. "Dean and I might've set him loose."

"What?"

"I know, it's a long story. Can you meet me and Dean at the motel we're staying at? We'll explain everything there."

I agreed and allowed Sam to give me the address. I ran out of my room and got into my car. It was an old model, a '98 Grand Cherokee. Honestly, just a hunk of junk on wheels at this point. But, I found the keys from my backpack and ignited the engine. The car roared so loud that I was taken aback for a second. My car soared through the highway, driving as fast as I could to get to the boys. The Winchesters were at least 6 hours from me which honestly could had been so much worse. On the ride I could not help but think. How could Lucifer actually be treading the Earth? And if he has finally appeared what is stopping God from doing the same? What about the other archangels: Micheal, Raphael, Gabriel even? Imagine how different the world would be if they interacted with us more; imagine how better life would had been.

I stopped thinking and shook my head. This whole angel thing was a new concept to me. I continued to drive to the motel. Hours went by quicker than expected and it felt like a matter of minutes that I arrived at my destination. I fiddled with my bag to find my phone, and texted Dean.

'What room?'

'238'

The amount of speed I used to leave my car was surprising. I didn't even know I could run that fast. Once I reached their door, I knocked. I waited a few seconds before Sam opened the door to 238 and beckoned me inside. I am, of course, greeted by Dean as well, but there was another person there. I cocked my head out of curiosity.

"Who's that?" I asked, eyeing him carefully. He looked so... awkward?

"I am Castiel, an angel of the lord," he retorted.

I stared him down and shrugged. He was like emotional constipated or something. Really just a bit too emotionless for my tastes. Were all angels like this?

"It's great seeing you guys! I can't remember the last time we saw each other face to face. But let me be frank, why in the living hell Lucifer visit me last night?" I asked, becoming visibly unnerved. The weird ass angel standing there looking like a lost puppy didn't help me either.

"I don't know why he'd visit you. There was absolutely no reason for him to unless it was because you have knowledge of the Winchesters," Castel said. "You serve no real purpose to him or his plans."

"Listen here you feathery piece of shit. That was the dumbest thing anyone could say. Clearly he needed me or else he wouldn't had showed up."

Silence.

"Yeah that's what I thought," I said, triumphantly. The angel absolutely ticked me off. It was just something about him that I didn't like.

I turned to Dean, "Has any of your other friends been visited?"

"Nope, none that I know of at least."

"What?" I exclaimed, "How could I be the only one?"

"I couldn't tell you. I guess you're just lucky," Dean laughed.

"Mmm I guess I am. I mean I luckily was blessed with good looks too," I added, playing along with Dean's little comment.

"Don't get your head too big. You're not that stunning," Dean replied. I gasped and punched his arm in retaliation.

"Well, I did not come here to get bullied. I did come here to find out what Satan is doing topside?" I persisted. I was not leaving without all of my questions answered.

"Look, when Dean died he was in hell for a while," Sam paused. He took a deep breath in, as if thinking about Dean's death still caused him great pain. "To make it short he gave into the demons' temptations. They wanted him to torture souls like they did, and that's exactly what he resorted to. This caused for the first seal of the Cage, Lucifer's prison, to be broken. There were 100 seals to the Cage and since the first one was broken more could too. So, a bunch of demons were scrambling to break the other seals until..." Sam once again trailed off. His cheeks burned a deep red and his eyes were bouncing from every which way. Finally, they rested on Dean who only gave Sam a nod.

"Until Sam broke the last seal," Dean finished.

"How?"

"Demons got to him too."

I looked over at Sam who had his head buried in his hands. Despite my clear lack of height I reached for his arms.

"It'll be okay!" I smiled. I embraced the boy who had put so much pressure onto himself. He was hurting so badly. Whether it be that he was pissed he was blind to whatever demon's doings or the inevitable consequences that would result from this, he did not deserve to worry.

"Everything will be okay, Sam."

This time he pushed me off of him. The suddenness of the force made me bump into the angel. I glared daggers into his eyes and shoved him. But, I turned my attention to Sam who's eyes had turned glassy.

"You don't know how many people have died because of that son of a bitch. So many people dead because of me."

"It's not your fault. And even if you guys want to think it was, I know my Winchesters will fix it all up. We'll slam Lucifer back into that Cage and he will never hurt anyone again."

I wanted to believe in those words. Those words were uttered by some naïve child who had not understood the true evils of the world. The Winchesters are the heros that stop the monsters under our beds. They make this world safe, but at what cost? The trauma suffered by these men are indescribable. Of course, as hunters we all have seen our fair share of fucked up. However, the mental and physical torment dealt to us as hunters, to these boys specifically, were sickening. While heroes always try to save the day there comes a time when they no longer can. Where the big bad is just too bad.

Looking back, those words were true lies that a sad girl wanted to tell herself to make everything seem okay because she knew she was apart of the Winchester's world. But once you get wrapped up into their world you're done for. Because you take on their same responsibilities — protecting people from the monsters lurking in the shadows. But at what cost? You leave the life you had. Whatever happy, fun things you enjoyed are gone. Those that you loved can no longer associate with you or else they run the risk of dying too. All things good are replaced with the screams of the innocent lives that were killed because you weren't fast enough. Because you couldn't figure out what that thing was. Because you did not understand what you had gotten yourself into.

And one day, after all of this bloodshed, you lose yourself too.