Hey all! I had a little bit of extra time tonight, so I decided to continue and post something else while I can! :)
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This chapter is short, but it gives us an introduction into what's going on! :)
Dean grunted as he managed to toss his baby brother over his shoulder. The kid had long passed the size where he was easy to carry and this was the best Dean could do under the circumstances.
The older brother was a little surprised by Castiel's continued presence, used to the angel fluttering off quickly after showing up.
The angel accompanied Dean all the way to the car, tense, looking wary, almost as if expecting an attack.
It worried Dean, who was being forced to wait til his brother was conscious to receive answers about Sam's terrifying divergence from the norm when it came to visions.
Groaning under his breath, Dean managed to get the passenger door of the Impala open, lowering Sam gently into the seat. When he was sure his brother was situated, Dean walked over to the other side of the car and opened his own door. Finally, he paused.
"You, uh, you coming with?"
Cas looked uncomfortable, but nodded shortly. "Yes. I will need to be present when Samuel wakes."
Dean's brows furrowed, then he shrugged. "Alright. Back seat."
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Dean was forced to acknowledge the fact that Sam would probably be horrified that Dean made an angel of the Lord take the back seat.
...
Dean was definitely cursing the "lazy" angel by the time he finally got Sam into the motel room. He was pretty sure the angel had no idea that he was struggling, that or he just didn't care or notice.
Dean finally laid Sam down on the bed farthest from the door, working to get Sam as comfortable as he thought he was going to be.
Finally, he settled down to wait.
...
Thirty minutes later, Sam woke violently, flying up, breathing hard, eyes wide and frightened. The second he realized Dean was sitting right beside him, he lunged forward.
Dean barely managed to opens his arms up before Sam was curled up in them, gasping turning to sobbing till his older brother was afraid he was going to pass out. His baby brother's whole body was shaking.
"...sick..." Sam calmed enough to mumble, giving Dean just enough time to grab the nearest wastebasket and wrap an arm around his brother's waist as he threw up violently.
Sam was sheet white and looked awful.
When he was finally finished, Dean grabbed Sam's shoulders. "What happened, Sammy? What did you see?
Sam shuddered. "It...It was evil, Dean. It was..." He shook his head, unable to find the words.
Castiel spoke up then, his voice solemn. "It was Lucifer."
Both boys stiffened, turning to stare at him.
"What?" Dean finally managed.
Castiel sighed. "The demons have been plotting to free Lucifer. The demon, Azazel, that you know as the yellow-eyed demon, was part of this plot and while his death slowed them down, it didn't end it. Lucifer has been freed. That is what you saw. The apocalypse has begun."
Silence reigned in the room.
Finally, Sam met Castiel's gaze, desperation in his face. "There has to be something we can do."
Castiel smiled at him, looking tired but pleased. "Yes. The angels are working on a way to stop him, put him back in the pit, but it is going to take time. The magic requried to do so is very, very ancient and will require study and time to gather what we need. I need you both to focus on holding the demons back as much as possible. They will be wreaking havoc and you will not be the only ones battling, but you will be in the forefront."
Castiel paused, glancing at the floor as if in thought, then looked at them, more solemn than they have ever seen him, which was saying something.
"This is what I have been telling you both about. This is your destiny: to fight evil, to defeat it, to stop the apocalypse. Fight hard, fight well. As soon as I have more information, I will come to you."
In the blink of an eye, he was gone.