It held a dagger up to Dean's face, prepared to stab him. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for it. Instead, he heard a *thump* sound, and he was quickly dropped.

He hit the dock, and opened his weak eyes to see what had happened.

"Cas?!" he cried happily, and Cas offered a hand. "I… escaped from my captors… I hid in this grave over here, and I found an elevator." Dean raised his eyebrows. "An elevator?" "I know, it sounds strange. Follow me, before this thing wakes."

The two walked toward the cabin, and Dean observed Cas, who was wincing and walking with a limp. "Hey, you okay?" Cas nodded, grimacing again. "It's only a sprain." Dean rubbed his neck guiltily. "Hey, um... Cas? I really wanted to go back for you earlier, I was begging Sam-" "Dean," Cas cut in, looking at him earnestly, "It's alright. I don't blame you for it- there was nothing you could do." Dean smiled a little, and the two stared at each other for a long while.

After a moment, Cas broke the silence. "The others…Sam, Gabriel?" Dean looked down, choking a little on his words. "They didn't... they didn't make it. I'm the only one left." Cas sucked in a sharp breath, nodding.

They made it to a hole in the ground, and just like what Cas had described, and elevator.

"I believe I can reroute the system to work," Cas said, "I've studied something like this before…" Dean smiled slightly, impressed, but then thought of something. "Do we really want it to go down?" Cas blinked. "It is better than staying up here." Dean nodded.

Cas played around with some wires in the control box, and after a second, something sparked, and the elevator started going down.

"Geez, Cas, you really are brilliant." Cas blushed deeply, and they looked around the dark path they were descending. Much to their confusion, it started to go sideways. "What the hell?" Dean mumbled, and suddenly, Cas cried out as something slammed against the glass.

They backed away, and looked at it. It looked like... a werewolf! "Oh my god," Cas breathed, and huddled a little closer to Dean, who put an arm around him. "What is going on?" The thing kept clawing at the glass with its sharp nails, and the elevator kept moving.

Next, they came to something they couldn't see, just an invisible force they could barely make out stampeding around the cell. They could hear barking and snarling.

The box after that had something that wasn't violent or imposing- simply someone standing. It had strange tattoos up its arm and all over its bald head, and its eyes glowed blue. It was holding a gold bottle, with blue mist inside.

"Wait a second..." Dean muttered, and Cas looked at him, still horrified by their surroundings. "What?" "They made us choose."

"What?!" Cas repeated, "I'm sorry, I don't think I understand."

Dean put a hand up to the glass. "They made us choose! Those sick sons of bitches made us choose how we die!" he shouted, hitting the glass angrily. The creature just stared back at him through the barrier.

Cas looked around fearfully. "Who do you mean?" Dean didn't answer, and the elevator suddenly stopped. They looked at each other, and the doors opened, revealing an empty hallway of what looked like some kind of facility.

"They got in!" Rufus shouted frantically, and Frank got on the phone. "Code Red, two of the archetypes are on the premises, I repeat, Code Red!" Charlie rushed in, closing the doors shut after her. "How did this happen? Huh?!"

As they were walking along, they came to a box with a row of buttons and switches. They went in, but as they did, a voice came over the loudspeakers of the place.

"Dean Winchester. Castiel." A cordial albeit strange sounding voice spoke calmly. "You aren't supposed to be here." Cas and Dean looked at each other, frowning. "Who are you, you son of a bitch?!" Dean yelled, and the voice calmly chuckled. "That is not of importance right now, since knowing my name won't save you from your fate."

Fate? Cas mouthed, and Dean shrugged. The voice kept going. "But if you must know, my name is Zachariah, head of this organization. You see, boys- you and your sad, pathetic group of friends are part of a sacrifice. It is imperative that it is carried out, or the old ones will rise. Lucifer, will rise."

Cas' eyes widened, and Dean looked around. "The devil?!" "The only way to keep Lucifer from rising out of hell and bringing on the apocalypse, is for Castiel to die before sunrise." Dean balled his fists. "You shut your pie hole, asshat, Cas isn't goin' anywhere, not on my watch!"

"Oh, I'm afraid that's not your call, son. Please- for your sake- don't make this any harder than it needs to be." Just then, the two heard footsteps clomping toward them from every which way, and saw SWAT team members come out with guns. Cas glanced at Dean, and Dean searched all the buttons for something that might help them. Then he saw it- system purge.

"Press it?" "Press it."

They pressed it together, and all of a sudden, all the elevators dinged, and all of the terrifying monsters came flying out at the same time, turning the vast hallway into a bloodbath.

"Come on," Dean whispered, and they crept out, through the violent carnage and battle of monsters killing and eating everyone.

To their left, Bela, the one who had been spying as they left for the cabin, was trying to fight back against a dark creature. It opened its mouth, and revealed two sharp incisors, going on to bite her and bleed her neck out. Cas squeezed his eyes shut.

"Just don't look, Cas," Dean said, and Cas nodded, "Here- defend yourself with this," Dean picked up a shotgun from a body on the ground, and though Cas looked uneasy holding it, he would have used anything to stay safe. They weaved their way through, and Dean watched as some guy got torn to shreds by the invisible dog.

In the control room, the three were desperately trying everything. "It's no use- the place is overrun," Rufus said, and Charlie nodded. "We're gonna have to escape using the underground route!" Frank turned back to the control board grimly, but nodded. He pressed a button, and a door in the floor opened.

Just as they were about to go in, the door exploded, and in ran a werewolf, grabbing Charlie and pulling her away from Frank and Rufus. "Charlie!" they shouted, and she tried to get away, but the werewolf ripped open her chest, eating her heart. The other two had to look away, and they tried to escape once more, but something grabbed Rufus by the leg.

"Frank!" he called, and Frank turned in horror. Rufus slowly opened his eyes through the fog of the explosion, and a figure began to appear.

"Aw... aw, no!" he said, "A Rugaru? Seriously?!" He screamed as it attacked him, and Frank grimaced as he was forced to retreat down the hatch before any monsters came for him.

Cas and Dean finally made it even farther underground, and followed a dark, damp, and winding hallway. Suddenly, someone ran out in front of them, and out of pure surprise, Cas shot at him, knocking the guy to the ground.

As Dean looked down, the guy, who had big glasses and a nametag that read 'Frank Devereaux," grabbed his leg. "Please... kill him," the guy muttered, handing him a weird looking pointed knife, then went limp. Dean frowned, looking down the weapon, and they kept going.

They stopped where a strange door with weird markings on it stood.

Dean pulled the handle, and they went in. The circular room was surrounded by stone pillars, each bearing an engraved design of a person, each unique in its own. Cas dropped his gun, rubbing his hands together for warmth in the damp area.

"You two," a voice came from the shadows, and out stepped a tall man, dressed in a black suit with balding grey hair and an impish look on his face. They presumed it was Zachariah. "You sure are tenacious, aren't you?"

"Alright, you either tell us what the hell is going on, or I let one of those monsters in here to eat your face off, pumpkin," Dean said, pointing the knife at him. Zachariah once again chuckled. "I told you. Whether you want to believe me or not, you're part of an important sacrifice."

Cas looked around the room thoughtfully. "What are all these stones? What do they represent?" Zach followed his gaze, and nodded. "Ah yes. The archetypes. Each one represents one of your friends- and you of course."

Dean frowned, and Zach continued. "There's the Promiscuous- Jessica... the Jokester, Gabriel. The Smartass, Crowley. The Jock, Sam. You Castiel- you're The Scholar. And you Dean... The Virgin."

Dean laughed loudly. "Me? A virgin? In your dreams, you dick. And Sammy? A friggin' jock? The dude hits- hit the book more than he hit a friggin' ball." Zach shrugged. "We take what we can get. Sam's taller and more muscular than you."

Cas very badly wanted to disagree with this, but he figured now would not be the right time.

"So, you think you and your pack of monkeys can 'sacrifice' us to Lucifer to keep him from jumpstarting Judgement Day?" "I do. It's been happening for years, it's a solid system. Now, it's optional for the Virgin to die, but you, Castiel- if you're still alive by morning, it'll be Apocalypse Now. Come on Dean... you can kill him, and save the human race. We're the good guys."

Dean crossed his arms. "You listen to me, you two-faced douche-" "You listen to ME, boy! This isn't a game! The fate of the humans lies in your puny hands, and I'm not going to let you screw this up. 7 billion people, Dean! Save them- save yourself."

Dean looked down for a second, and Cas began to worry he would listen, but Dean looked up at Zach again."You killed my friends. You'd have me kill the only thing I have left," he looked to Cas, "I've got nothing to live for. Not today, you son of a bitch," he mumbled, and stuck his knife through Zach's jaw, creating a shockwave of light all around them.

They flew back, and after a second, woke up beside each other, backs up against a wall.

They looked at each other. "Hi Dean." "Hi Cas." Dean sighed. "So. Hell of a weekend, huh?" "That is an understatement." Dean laughed, and Cas took his hand. "Dean, there's one last thing I'd like to do before the world ends." "Yeah? And that is?"

Cas brought his lips to Dean's, and they kissed. When Cas finally pulled away, he smiled. "That was nice. For a supposed 'virgin,' you're a good kisser." Dean huffed. "That douchewad had no idea what he was talking about." Cas laughed, which made Dean smile.

They sat together. "I wonder how my Uncle Bobby's cabin was turned into something like that... I mean, we never visited the place as kids, but I didn't know it would be like this." "Well, like Zachariah said, it has been an ongoing ritual. Your Uncle was most likely just an unlucky owner."

Dean nodded, and they scooted closer to each other. "I'm glad we met," Cas went on, and Dean looked at him. "Yeah... I just wish Gabe had introduced us sooner. Kinda a bad time on a trip like this, huh? You should have been on the last trip we took. California- Jess insisted that we go to Disneyland, since Sam and I had never been, and it was the stupidest trip of my life... but it was great, nonetheless," he added wistfully, feeling a pang of sadness as he thought of their friends.

Cas smiled. "I remember when my brother went on that trip. He brought home Mickey Mouse ears for me."

They sat together in content silence as the room started to shake, stone falling around them. "Well, I guess this is it, Cas!" Dean shouted over the rumbling, "Sunrise!" "I guess so!" They gripped each other's hand as a blinding white light flashed, and the place burst open, destroying everything and the cabin.

Out of the ruin, a fiery figure walked out, brushing himself off as he grinned.

"Let's get this party started," Lucifer said, extending his arms to the world.