And now what Sam does after...
Sam heard the slamming door behind him as he fell to the ground. Using all the strength he had left, Sam stood and took the few steps back to the door.
"Dean!" He called, banging on the door. He reached for the knob but it burned his hand and Sam had to pull back. Soon the door was surrounded by bright, white light. Sam couldn't even stand near the door anymore because of it but he kept calling for his brother, hoping beyond all hope that Dean could still escape.
The light disappeared and Sam raced to open the door to get to Dean, however when he did all that was behind it was an abandoned office. Papers were strewn over the desk, thick dust collected on every surface. Sam tried calling out for Dean one last time before falling to his knees. Dean was gone, Sam had failed him and was unable to keep him from the Archangel.
"What do we do?" Adam said from behind Sam. He turned around to face the youngest Winchester, who was leaning heavily on an exposed beam.
"I….I don't know." Sam replied. "We need to get out of here. We need to get somewhere safe and then we can think about what to do next."
Sam and Adam helped each other out of the factory and found a car nearby. Sam hotwired it and the two sped off toward Bobby's. The first hundred miles or so were spent in almost complete silence. The two half-brothers only asked about how the other was doing. Neither brought up Dean.
After a few hours, Sam started to feel tired. A side effect of losing so much blood, he figured. Pulling off the highway and into the parking lot of a small diner he glanced over to Adam. The kid was awake, staring blankly out the window.
"Hey, Adam." Sam said, catching his attention. "Let's get something to eat and rest for a bit. If I keep driving I'll fall asleep and kill us both."
Then Dean's sacrifice will really be for nothing. Sam thought.
Adam doesn't say anything in response, simply opens the passenger side door and gets out of the car. Sam directs the younger man to a table while he heads for the bathroom. Sam knows there must be dried blood on his face from the fight and he should clean it off before eating. The car had had a half filled bottle of water in the cup holder that Adam had used to clean off his face. Once in the bathroom, Sam leans heavily on the sink. He glances at himself in the mirror but looks away, ashamed. After everything Dean had done to save him from Lucifer, Sam had been powerless to save Dean from Michael. He washes off the blood, fights back the tears trying so desperately to fall from his eyes and exits the restroom. Adam is mindlessly skimming through a menu when Sam sits down.
The waitress comes and takes their orders, a salad for Sam and a cheeseburger with fries for Adam. If Sam were in a better mood, he would smirk at how the oldest and youngest Winchesters were so alike. But for now, it's all Sam can do not to burst into tears because it should have been Dean's voice ordering the grease filled meal. It should be Dean sitting across the table from him.
"Sam" Adam says, drawing Sam from his thoughts. "I'm sorry. I should have trusted you guys more. If I had, maybe…"
"No, it's not your fault." Sam replied, cutting off Adams apology. "We gave you no real reason to trust us, just grabbed you out of nowhere and tried to tell you what to do."
"So what now?" Adam asked. "Is there a way to get Dean back? Can't you angel friend help?"
"I don't know where Cas is, or if he's even alive. He fought off the angels protecting the room you were in and disappeared." Sam told him. Even if Cas had managed to survive the attack, he was likely powerless somewhere in the world. Or maybe not even in the world all together.
Their food arrived and Sam was grateful, he didn't have much else to say. The two ate their meals in silence. Looking out the window, he noticed it was well past sundown and he could see the glow of a motel sign just up the road a bit. They were still a good 800 miles from Bobby's house and they couldn't make that trip as exhausted as they both were. It was then that Sam realized he had never called Bobby to let him know what happened.
"Finish up, I'm gonna go make a couple phone calls." Sam said, standing from the table and tossing down a card to cover the meal. He stepped outside, taking a deep breath and trying to find the strength to tell Bobby they had failed. The phone rings a few times before the older man picks up.
"Hello?" Bobby says, and he sounds like he's been asleep. Sam mentally kicks himself for not calling sooner. If it's dark and late at night here, it's at least an hour ahead where Bobby is.
"Bobby, its Sam." Sam says, his voice cracking. "We….we lost Dean."
"Balls!" Bobby replies on the other end of the phone. Sam tells him what happened, how Dean pushed him and Adam through the door before getting locked inside.
"Well, that's you idjit brother for you." Bobby says, sadness evident in his voice. "Always giving up something of himself for family."
Sam tells Bobby that he has Adam with him and they are stopping for the night. He's not even sure what town it is, just that are somewhere near the center of Utah. Bobby tells them to be careful, now that the Michael has Dean Lucifer will likely be hunting down Sam.
"You two be safe, don't get killed." Bobby says sternly, but his voice softens when he tells Sam that they will get Dean back.
Sam isn't completely sure they will, or if they do Dean likely won't be in one piece. Two months ago, when the brothers returned from time travel to attempt to save their parents, Dean had told Sam about the conversation he had with Michael, that the archangel promised not to leave him a drooling mess like the other archangels did with their vessels. Sam was doubtful, thinking it was only a ploy to get Dean to cooperate but Dean had brought it up several times in the last couple of weeks, as if trying to convince himself that saying yes wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Adam joined Sam outside shortly, carrying the fake credit card in his hand.
"Really? Casper F. Ghost? Who picks the names for these things?" Adam asked, handing the card to Sam. Sam laughed a little. That particular one had been Dean's idea while hopped up on pain killers quite a while back. The two got into the car and drove to the motel to stay for the night. Tomorrow they would try to finish the trip to Bobby's, but right now they just needed to rest.
I'm gonna try to do at least one chapter with each of the episodes that followed til the end of the season. Next up, Hammer Of The God's, will Dean make an appearance? pretty darn likely, don't think I can write more than one chapter in a row without my favorite Winchester.