One week later
Lucifer and Michael met on the battlefield at long last. Lucifer wearing a Sam suit. Michael wearing an Adam suit. Lucifer thought it was a little ironic that Michael was the one in Adam, seeing as how Michael was supposed to be sooo perfect and Adam was the name of the first sinner.
"The time is finally here," Michael said.
"I can't believe it. We've been waiting an eternity for this. I've been waiting 120 times eternity being stuck in Hell where time goes so slowly…or is it quickly?" Lucifer mused.
"Enough chitchat. Let's get this over with," Michael said impatiently.
"You always were bossy," Lucifer said and they circle each other to ready for the fight of the trillenium.
Suddenly they saw a small red car pull up just outside the cemetery. Dean got out and strolled up to them. "Really a graveyard? The biggest fight ever. Couldn't you get Madison Square Garden?"
"You don't belong here, Dean," Michael said.
"Yes, go away. We're busy," Lucifer chimed in. This was probably the first time that he had agreed with his brother on anything. And only moments before their death match. What were the odds?
"I'm not talking to either of you. I'm talking to Sam…and Adam," he added as an afterthought.
"Sam and Adam aren't here," Michael said. He was getting so sick of this particular mud monkey.
"Hey Assbutt," Castiel yelled from behind Dean and threw a ball of holy fire at Michael, incinerating him.
"Assbutt?" Dean asked. When did Cas start using colorful insults?
"You don't have much time. He'll be back."
"Castiel, did you just throw fire at my brother?" Lucifer asked menacingly.
"Um, no," Castiel said, wondering why Lucifer would ask a question he obviously knew the answer to. Everybody here saw him throw that fireball.
"Nobody messes with Michael except for me," Lucifer said and snapped his fingers, making Castiel blow up into a million parts. Some of him sprayed onto Bobby. He didn't look too pleased with that result, but decided calling the devil and idjit might not be the smartest idea, so he held his tongue.
Lucifer turned on Dean. "Dean, Dean, Dean. I tried to be nice for Sam's sake, but you're just not making this easy. He grabbed Dean and threw him to the ground. He took his foot, Sam's foot really, and stomped it onto Dean's wrist. Dean screamed in agony. Lucifer smiled.
Bobby decided to shoot the devil. He didn't know why. If it wasn't too bright to call him an idjit, it was downright moronic to shoot him, but he wasn't going to stand here and watch the devil kill his son. Because that was what Dean was, his son. Screw John.
Lucifer turned to him in anger. This little flea had just shot him. True, it didn't hurt. But the arrogance. If there was one thing Lucifer couldn't tolerate, it was arrogance.
Bobby looked back in stunned surprise. This was the face of his other son. He'd known this kid since he was two years old and there hadn't been a sweeter kid in the world. This same face now showed so much hatred, so much lust for power, so much everything that Sam was not. Bobby only had a couple of seconds to reflect on this, because this creature, this not Sam being, blinked his eyes, and Bobby's head turned all the way around and he died. In his last second of life he was glad he was dying so that he didn't have to witness what was coming.
"No!" Dean yelled.
"Yes," Lucifer hissed and turned his attention back to Dean. He knelt over him and grabbed his lapel and started punching him over and over again, each punch packing more power than the one before. Suddenly, the sun caught the light on Dean's amulet and somewhere inside the devil, Sam remembered.
Sam remembered the Christmas he gave the amulet to Dean. It had been meant for Dad, but once again Dean had been a better father to Sam.
He remembered the night Dean had come to get him at Stanford. He had been fighting him not knowing who he was because it was dark. When Dean had him pinned, the moon shone in and its light reflected in the amulet. That was the first moment he knew who he was. And even though he hadn't seen him in four years, he knew a peace and love that he hadn't felt in his absence.
He remembered Dean taking the amulet back from that shapeshifter in St. Louis.
He remembered after their accident when dad had died. They got out of the hospital and Sam had been holding on to the amulet since the doctors or whoever had taken it off. He gave it back to Dean and Dean just clutched it with all his might, trying not to show Sam how broken up he was over Dad's death.
He remembered when Dean came into that rundown building in Cold Oak and grabbed him into a hug. He could feel the amulet up against his skin between them. When Dean had sold his soul and Sam hadn't even known what he had done for him yet.
He remembered when Dean died, how he had taken the amulet off of Dean and put it on himself so that he would always have Dean next to his heart.
He remembered when Dean came back from Hell and he had been able to return it to him.
He remembered Cas asking for it and Dean only giving it reluctantly.
Lastly, he remembered Dean throwing it out, but then being so happy to get it back.
All those memories allowed Sam to take over. He stepped back and gasped for breath. "It's OK, Dean. It's going to be OK. I've got him."
Sam reached into his pocket where he remembered the devil putting the rings. He took them out, threw them to the ground and recited the incantation. The ground opened up and Sam approached the edge. He looked back at Dean for one last time, when something came over him. He realized something. He had the power to do something that nobody had told him he would possess. He didn't know where the knowledge came from, but he knew it was true.
Dean noticing Sam's hesitation began to stand up. He didn't want to, but he would push him if necessary. He shakily got to his feet and was standing just a foot behind Sam.
Sam stood at the edge of the abyss and expelled Lucifer and all the demon blood from his body, hurling him into the hole. A bright white light came out of Sam and he watched it go down. He nearly fell into the hole, but Dean used what little strength he had and pulled Sam back. The hole closed and Dean pulled Sam into a hug. They did it. They stopped the Apocalypse without sacrificing either of them. Granted, Dean felt like crap, but with Sam by his side, he would heal.
They both sagged to the ground. Dean was physically hurt and Sam had just been possessed by the devil for a week. To say he was messed up was a drastic understatement. He looked over and saw Bobby's body and started crying. "I killed Bobby," he ground out.
"That wasn't you," Dean said.
All of the sudden, Cas appeared before them. "Cas, you're alive," they both said in unison.
"Better than that," he said and reached down and touched Dean. He was immediately healed. He turned to Bobby walked over and touched him. Bobby slowly stood up and looked around in wonderment. He turned and saw Dean and Sam sitting a few yards away. "Sam?" he asked.
"Yeah, Bobby. I'm sorry."
"Wasn't you, kid," Bobby assured him. "So, what happened while I was dead?"
"I managed to take over from Lucifer and open the pit. Then I realized I could expel him from my body into the cage without me and that seemed like a good idea, so I did it."
"Thank God," Bobby said. "What was it like? Was it like being possessed by a demon?"
"It was ten times worse," Sam answered. "I can't really explain how. I did find out something, though."
"Oh, no, what?" Dean asked. In his experience, revelations were never a good thing.
"I found out why they wanted the Impala," Sam said.
"Why?" Dean asked. He had always been curious about that.
"The devil had looked ahead in time and when this happened originally, I caught a gleam of light off of the Impala and had all these memories and it allowed me to take over. This time it was the amulet. But what the devil never realized was he could have you sell everything you ever touched and I still would have been able to take over, because it was memories of you, not about your things that brought me back. This could never have played out any other way."
"There's something else," Cas said.
"Oh, no. What?" Dean asked. He was too afraid to trust this good turn of events.
"When I touched Bobby I could feel his soul intact. Crowley kept his promise."
"Are you sure?" Bobby asked.
"Definitely."
"Well, we stopped the Apocalypse, now what are we going to do?" Dean asked.
"Go to Disney World?" Sam suggested.
"Very funny," Dean said.
The End.
