"Come on!" Dean yells at us.
Me and Sam let him pull us away from the sigil and we run to the door. It slams shut just as we are fixing to go through it.
Each of us try to open the door, but none of us are having any luck.
Behind us the light burst through the cracks in the floor, along with a high pitched noice. I turn around, with Sam and Dean turning around as well. We all stare at the light, not knowing what to do.
We squeeze our eyes shut because the light is getting to bright. Sam holds up his hand to block the light and me and Dean cover our ears. We fall to our knees, as the light reaches the edge of the sigil.
Then everything went white.
Dean, Sam, and I are sitting on a plane, contorted exactly as they were a moment ago in the chapel. They look around, astounded. No one around them seems to have noticed anything.
"What the hell?" Dean say.
"Holy mother of God. How'd we get here?" I ask.
"I don't know." Sam responded.
"Folks, quick word from the flight deck. We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore—" The pilot says over the intercom.
"Ilchester? Weren't we just there?" I ask my brothers.
"So if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to—" The pilot says.
The ordinary bird's-eye view of Maryland at night is interrupted by a column of light shooting into the sky.
"Holy crap!"
The shock wave knocks the plane off kilter. People are thrown around the plane, screaming. Oxygen masks drop down. Me, Sam and Dean put on our own oxygen mask as the white light outside grows blinding. The high-pitched noise is back. Dean looks out the window, terrified.
It was night before we got off the plane and back into a car that we rented.
"—and Governor O'Malley urged calm—" One of the radio host says.
"—saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown." Another radio host said.
"Change the station." Dean says.
"Yes. Please do. It just happened and I'm already tired of hearing about it." I say.
Sam pokes a button on the digital radio, changing the station. I would have, but I'm in the back seat and Dean doesn't like me reaching over the seats to change the radio.
"—Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area—" More radio host say.
"—announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear—"
"—a series of tremors—"
"—swine flu—"
Sam shuts off the radio and sighs. We now sit in complete silence.
"Dean, Olivia, look—" Sam tries to to tell us.
"Don't say anything." Dean tells him.
Theres a pause, where no one says anything, we just sit there in the silence.
"It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?" I tell Sam.
Yet another pause comes upon us.
"Yeah, okay." Sam says trying to reassure himself.
"All right, well, first things first—How did we end up on Soul Plane?" Dean asks.
"Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?" Sam suggested.
"Well, whatever. It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas." Dean says.
"Guys, wait. What if it was God?" I tell them.
"Olivia, you know God's M.I.A. and besides if he wasn't why would he help us? I mean we did start the apocalypse." Dean explained to me.
"Yeah your probably right." I said suddenly feeling stupid for even suggesting it.
We drive until we reach Chuck's house. Me, Sam and Dean walk through the devastated house. We hear a noise and we immediately walk over to it, only to find nothing. We keep looking around the house.
Chuck jumps out and hits Sam on the head with a toilet plunger. Sam stumbles back, who his hand to his head.
"Geez! Ow!" Sam says surprised.
"Sam." Chuck says confused.
"Yeah!" Sam tells him.
"Hey, Chuck." Dean says.
"Hi." I say.
"So...you're okay?" Chuck asks.
"Well, my head hurts."
"No, I mean—I mean, my—My last vision." Chuck responds.
"What vision?" I asked interested at what he had seen.
"You went, like, full-on Vader." Chuck said speaking about Sam. "Your body temperature was one-fifty. Your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black."
"Your eyes went black?" Dean asked.
"What, you're like some kind of demon now?" I asked Sam confused. How can your eyes turn black without being a demon? Well I mean he was drinking demon blood. I guess that kinda made him a demon, so I guess it makes sense.
Sam looks back over his shoulder at us. "I didn't know."
"Where's Cas?" Dean says changing the subject. It's so cute how he cares so much about the Angel the saved him for Hell. If I was the one in Hell, I think I would care about Cas a lot too. So it's not that weird.
"He's dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry." Chuck says with sympathy.
"You're sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something." Dean said not believing that his best friend might be dead.
"Oh, no. He, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup." Chuck described in detail of how Cas died.
Sam takes a closer look at Chuck and waves a hand at his own left ear.
What is he doing?
"You got a—" Sam didn't finish his sentence.
Chuck waves his hand at his right ear. "Uh...right here?"
Sam indicates the other side of Chuck's head. "Uh, the..."
Chuck feels at his hair. "Oh. Oh, god." He pulls 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 says to no one.
"Stupid? He was trying to help us." I told dean. "He's your best friend and that is why he risked his life for us, because that is what friends do for each other."
"Yeah, exactly." Was all Dean said.
I feel bad for him. He finally makes a friend, only for that friend to die for him. I know Dean must feel guilty or something.
"So, what now?" Sam asks.
"I don't know." Dean tells Sam. These guys never know what's going on. I'm honestly surprised they haven't died yet, or at least stay dead.
"Oh crap." Chuck says all of a sudden. Knowing that something bad is going to happen, I start to feel uneasy and sick to my stomach.
"What?" I ask Chuck, trying to sound brave but my voice breaks.
"I can feel them."
"Thought we'd find you here." Zachariah says appearing out of no where, making me jump.
Sam and Dean turn around and face Zachariah, while I'm too afraid to. After a few seconds I work up enough courage to turn around. Zachariah is standing there with two other Angels that I've never seen before.
"Playtime's over Dean. Time to come with us." Zachariah demands Dean. He then looks over at me, "Olivia, have you figured out why you're so important to us?"
I shake my head and Zachariah looks disappointed. I see Sam, who is beside me, look at me weird. Probably wandering why I haven't told him I have special powers as well as him.
Dean points at Zachariah and says, "You just keep your distance, asshat."
'Yeah. What makes you think we would come with you?" I asked him.
"You're upset." Zachariah responded.
"Yeah. A little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!" I yelled at him.
"Maybe we let it happen. We didn't start anything. Right, Sammy?"
"Hey, dickhead!" I yell at Zachariah. He looks at me surprised at what I said. "Don't blame Sam! He didn't know what he was doing, besides Sam wasn't the only one to start the Apocalypse Dean did break the first seal. So you can't only blame Sam, it was a family effort."
"You had your 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 the Apocalypse now. And we're back on the same team again." Zachariah explains.
"Is that so?" Dean questions him.
"We've never been on the same team." I tell him.
"You want to kill the devil. We want you to kill the devil. It's...synergy."
"And we're just suppose to trust you." I question him.
"Cram it with walnuts, ugly." Dean replies to him.
"This isn't a game, son." Zachariah responded. For some reason I got really mad about the fact that he called Dean his son, but I kept my mouth shut. "Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast—before he finds his vessel." That too made me mad for some odd reason. It's almost like I want to defend Lucifer.
"His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?" Sam asks confused.
"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. After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!" I nodded in agreement with Dean.
"You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?" That only fueled to my anger. Where did all this rage come from? I'm not the type to get angry easily.
I look over at Dean, to see how he is going to respond only to find out his hand is bleeding.
"You're bleeding." Zachariah notices.
"Oh, yeah—a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." I smile knowing what Dean is fixing to do. I would have never thought of it. Dean slaps his bloody hand on an Angel Banishing Sigil drawn behind a door.
"No!" Zachariah yells.
Sam, Chuck, and I flinch as Zachariah vanishes in white light. When we look, the other Angels are gone as well.
"Learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch." Dean says to the Angels that are no longer here.
"This sucks ass." Chuck says and I nod in agreement.
Not long after that we leave Chuck and check into a hotel. I am making a sandwich from the lunch meat I bought a couple of hours ago when I went to a nearby grocery store. Dean is loading a gun when Sam walks in.
"Hey." Dean and I say to Sam.
"Hey." Sam replies. He closes the door, pulls something out of his shirt, and tosses one to Dean catches it and examines it. Then he throws another at me. "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?" I question him.
Sam hesitates long enough for Dean and I to look up at him. I knew then that I shouldn't have asked.
"I...I learned it from Ruby."
Dean puts the gun down and approaches 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."
"Yeah, I guess." Sam pauses for a second, "Dean—"
"Sam." He turns 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?!" I say, while chewing my food.
Sam sighs. Dean turns back to him, while I stand in the kitchen eating my sandwich watching them.
"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 nods. "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." I tell them.
"I was actually talking to Sam." Dean say turning to look at me. I smile innocently at him and he continues,"All right. So we just got to find...the devil."
Sam stares at John's journal. Dean and I are watching TV.
"How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes, all at the same time, all around the globe?" A person on the TV says.
"Two words. Carbon emissions." Another said.
"Yeah, right, wavy gravy." Dean says talking to the TV.
There is a knock at the door, and Dean pulls his gun. Sam answers, while I lay on one of the beds starring at the door. Its a women, so excited she's having trouble breathing.
"You okay, Lady?" Sam asks her.
"Sam...is it really you?" She responds.
Sam glances back at me and Dean, The lady steps closer and puts a hand on Sam's chest.
"And you're so firm." I have to put a hand over my mouth to stop myself from burst out laughing.
"Uh, do I know you?"
She pulls back. Sam continues to stare, bewildered.
"No. But I know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're—" The lady looks at Dean, who's staring at her, his gun hand out of sight."—not what I pictured. I'm Becky." She then looks over at me and says, "You're Olivia Winchester. Heaven's weapon."
I look at her confused but don't say anything.
She pushes past Sam into the room. "I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few—" She glances down, giggling a little. "Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were."
Dean stands up. "Chuck?" Sam closes 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?" I ask her.
"He had a vision. 'The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it.'"
"The Michael sword?" Dean asks not believing it.
"Becky, does he know where it is?" Sam asks her.
"In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs."
"Forty-two dogs?"
"What?"
"Are...you sure you got that right?"
"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said." She explains as she steps closer to Sam. "I memorized every word." Becky touches Sam's chest. "For you."
Man that is just too funny, Sam looks so awkward as he glances over at us and then back down at Becky.
"Um, Becky, c—uh, can you...quit touching me?"
"No." That's when a laugh escapes and Sam sends me a death glare.
Later that day after we finally got Becky to leave Bobby shows in the Impala.
A knock on the door. I opens it, and there Bobby is.
"Hey, Bobby." I greet him.
Bobby hugs me, slapping me on the back gently.
"Good to see you boys and Olivia all in one piece." Bobby hugs Sam, who's grinning, and I close the door. Bobby walks over to where Dean is and hugs him as well.
"You weren't followed, were you?"
"You mean by angels, demons, or Sam's new superfan?"
Sam and I laugh. "You heard." Sam asks.
"I heard, Romeo. So...sword of Michael, huh?"
"You think we're talking about the actual sword from the actual archangel?" Of course Dean. What else would we be talking about.
"You better friggin' hope so." Bobby opens a book to a painting of Michael surrounded by other angels. In this painting, Michael looks like a winged woman and the other angels like naked babies with wings. "That's Michael. Toughest son of a bitch they got."
Sam flips to another painting. Again, Michael has a feminine face.
"You kidding me? Tough? That guy looks like Cate Blanchett." Dean observed.
"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 tells him. He points 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 finishes.
"Divvy up and start reading—try and make sense of Chuck's nonsense."
Sam gets up and heads for a pile of old books, presumably brought by Bobby. He stares at the books for a long moment, not reaching for them. I head to the table and get my laptop out.
"Kid? You all right?" Bobby asks concerned. I look up and over at Sam.
He turns to face Bobby. "No, actually. Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry." I feel really bad for him. He didn't know what he was doing.
"Sam..." Dean starts.
"Lilith did not break the final seal. Lilith was the final seal." Sam tells Bobby.
"Sam, stop it." I tell him.
"I killed her, and I set Lucifer free." You could hear the guilt in his voice.
"You what?" Bobby said in disbelief.
"You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on."
Dean and I say nothing, Bobby stands up and walks 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?" I look at Bobby in shock.
"Booby!" I say. He looks at me but doesn't say anything.
Sam nods, his expression barely changes as if he was expecting this kind of reaction. Dean doesn't try to stand up for his baby brother.
"There's an old church nearby. Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there."
"Yeah. You do that."
Sam leaves. Bobby turns back to Dean and I, we stay silent.
We spent hours in silence doing research. It wasn't until it starts to get dark outside that Bobby decides to break the silence.
"I never would have guessed that your daddy was right."
"About what?" Dean looks up at him confused.
"About your brother."
I look up.
"What John said—you save Sam or kill him. Maybe..."
"Maybe what?" I ask him starting to get mad. That's mine twin there talking about.
"Maybe we shouldn't have tried so hard to save him."
"Bobby." Dean says.
"You were the one telling us that we should try to save him even when we knew we couldn't. You're the one who said that he needed us. Well guess what? Now he needs you! He needs his dad." I tell Bobby.
"He ended the world, guys 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 rummages through his bag. He pulls out a plastic Ziplock full of cards. "It's got to be in here somewhere."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Here"Dean pulls one out and reads it. Bobby stands up, and Dean comes over to us. "I don't believe it."
"What the hell is it?"
"It's a card for my dad's lockup in upstate New York. Read it."
Dean hands Bobby the card. I am anxious to know what it says.
"'Castle Storage. 42 Rover Hill.'" Bobby reads.
"Castle on a hill of forty-two dogs." Dean recites the vision that Becky told us. He takes 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."
"Gotta start somewhere right." I say.
"Yeah. Okay. It's good enough for me." Bobby agrees.
Bobby attacks Dean, knocking him through the barrier between the kitchenette and the beds. He yanks Dean up and slams him down again. Bobby's eyes go black.
'Bobby' grabs Dean by the throat and drags him to his feet. A female demon enters, with a male demon behind her. I run at them the the knife that kills them, only to be thrown into a wall.
"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 says. She sees Ruby's knife on the floor, where I dropped it, and picks 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." I say.
"Try again. Go back further." She responds.
"Meg?" Dean realizes.
"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." Meg says.
"My god, you like the sound of your own voice." Already getting annoyed at her.
"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." She says to Dean. She then looks at me and smiles. "You have no idea what you are do you? He's going to be proud of you." Who is going to be proud of me?
Dean smirks and says, "Get in line." Ignoring what Meg said about me.
"Oh, I'm in the front of the line, baby. Let's ride." She kisses Dean.
"What is that, peanut butter?" Dean asks.
"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 hands the knife to 'Bobby', who raises it to Dean's throat, he struggles to break free.
"Bobby!" I yell at him to stop.
'Bobby' looks back at MEG. "Now!" She demands.
'Bobby' raises the knife to stab Dean. Panicking, and not knowing what to do I cry out for Bobby to stop.
"Bobby! No!" Dean tells him.
The black fades from 'Bobby's eyes. The knife comes down and he flashes gold as the demon possessing him dies, Bobby stabbed himself, he collapses on the floor.
Dean rushes Meg, while I go after the male demon. He slams me into the wall, then the enters and sees Bobby on the floor bleeding and Dean and I getting beaten.
"No!" He says.
"Heya, Sammy. You miss me? 'Cause I sure missed you." Meg tells him.
"Meg?" Sam catches on.
Meg grins, Sam swings and misses. Meg kicks him in the crotch and knocks him to the ground while the male demon pounds Dean, I go over and try to help him but only to get hit by the demon.
"It's not so easy without those super-special demon powers, huh, Sammy?"
The male demon kicks Dean, and Meg punches Sam. Dean kicks the feet out from under the male demon, and I grab the knife out of Bobby's stomach and stabs the demon in the chest. Dean stands up, and Meg backs away. We advances. Meg being the coward she is, screams and smokes out of the women she was possessing who collapses. I lower the knife.
After that we head to the emergency room to get Bobby some medical help.
We burst into a hospital emergency room, carrying Bobby, well they are carrying him, I'm opening the doors for them.
"Need some help here!" I yell to one of the nurses.
"What happened?" The nurse asks concerned.
"He was stabbed." Sam tells her.
"Can we get a gurney?" The nurse says to the other nurses. Two of them rush a gurney over to Bobby.
"Hang on, Bobby. Hang in there. You're gonna be okay." Dean tells Bobby.
They get Bobby onto the gurney and rush him off. We follow, but the nurse stops us.
"Just wait here."
"We can't just leave him." I say almost in tears, afraid that the dad is going to die.
"Just don't move. I've got questions." The nurse leaves.
"Sammy, Olivia, we got to go."
"No. No way, Dean." Me and Sam say.
"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 leaves, and we follow not far behind.
By the time we get to John's lockup it is night. We enter the castle storage and Dean opens the trunk.
He and Sam load guns and close the trunk. I unlock the storage room, Sam and Dean are standing watch.
We enter the room, shotguns ready. We find dead demons sprawled across the floor.
"I see you told the demons where the sword is." Zachariah says. I didn't even see him.
We turn around, and Zachariah is there with two Angels escorting.
"Oh, thank god. The angels are here." Dean says sarcastically.
"And to think...they could have grabbed it any time they wanted." What is he talking about? He waves a hand to close the door. "It was right in front of them."
"What do you mean?" Me and Sam ask at the same time.
"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." I tell him.
"It's you, chucklehead. You're the Michael sword." He says pointing at Dean. "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?" Dean asks the question we were all wanting to know.
"You're Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his...receptacle." That's when it all started to make sense.
"I'm a vessel?"
"You're the vessel. Michael's vessel."
"How? Why—why me?" Dean asks clearly not understanding.
"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 raises one hand, fingers like a gun, and points at Dean, then shifts to Sam and I.
"Bang." He says.
A loud crunch and Me and Sam fall, unable to stand.
"God!" Sam yells in pain.
I say nothing, not wanting Zachariah to know how much pain I am in.
"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?"
"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." I smile at that.
"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."
We glances up at Dean. "No."
"Then how about we heal you from...stage-four stomach cancer?"
Dean doubles over, coughing, he spits into his palm, blood. "No."
"Then let's get really creative. Uh, let's see how...Sam and Olivia do without their lungs"
Dean turns to look at us, we are gasping for breath.
"Are we having fun yet? You're going to say yes, Dean."
"Just kill us." Yes I would much rather have that.
"Kill you? Oh, no. I'm just getting started."
Bright light flashes. Zachariah turns. One of the Angels collapses, a bloody hole in his throat. Castiel stands beside him. The other Angel fights him. Dean and Zachariah stare, while Sam and I try to catch our breath. Castiel and the Angel slam each other around. Cas stabs the other angel in the back. Bright light flashes. Zachariah stares. Cas walks closer. Me and Sam stay quite.
"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?" Cas responds.
"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 vanishes, and Sam. looks up and around, surprised. We all stand up.
"You three need to be more careful." Cas tells us.
"Yeah, I'm starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought."
"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."
Cas puts one hand on Dean 's chest, the other on Sam's. They gasp, then he puts a hand on my chest.
"What the hell was that?" I ask.
"An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer."
"What, did you just brand us with it?" Dean asks.
"No. I carved it into your ribs."
We pause. "Hey, Cas, were you really dead?" Sam asks breaking the silence.
"Yes."
"Then how are you back?"
He vanishes, and we are alone with the dead.
We head back the hospital after that to check on Bobby.
"'Unlikely to walk again'?! Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" Bobby yells
The door bursts open and a doctor flees. Bobby is sitting on the hospital bed and we stand by the window.
"I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!" Bobby looks over at us. "You believe that yahoo?"
"Screw him. You'll be fine." I tell Bobby.
"So, let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?" Sam asks.
"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."
"What if we win?" Bobby stares at him. Me and Sam turns to face Dean, who sounds 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?"
"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 pats Bobby on the shoulder. "Listen, you stay on the mend. We'll see you in a bit."
Dean heads for the door. Sam follows with me not far behind.
"Sam?" I hear Bobby say A stops and turns around but I keep on walking.
Me and Dean wait outside in the hallway for Sam. When he come out we start to leave.
Outside in the parking lot an ambulance drives past, and we walk out to the cars.
"You know, I was thinking, Dean—maybe we could go after the Colt." I nod, that's a good idea.
"Why? What difference would that make?" Dean asks.
"Well, we could use it on Lucifer. I mean, you just said back there—" I tell Dean.
"I just said a bunch of crap for Bobby's benefit."
Dean stops in the middle of the road, we stop, and look 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 goes around Sam.
"Dean..." Sam starts. Dean stops and turns back.
"Is there something you want to say to me?"
After a long pause Dean speaks up, "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 rolls his eyes, while I stare at Dean. "—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 pauses, struggling for words. "I'm just—I'm having a hard time forgiving and forgetting here. You know?"
"What can I do?"
"Honestly? Nothing." Sam nods a little, looking down.
"I just don't...I don't think that we can ever be what we were. You know?" Sam nods again. "I just don't think I can trust you."
"Dean!" I decided to speak up.
Sam looks up. Dean shakes his head and walks away, pausing at the trunk of the Impala to look back, then gets into the driver's seat.
Sam turns to me and asks, "Do you trust me?" I look up at him and nod.
"Sam, Dean's just upset right now. He didn't mean any of that." I tell him