Good Vibrations

Chapter 7

A/N I made some changes to represent the differences in the parties involved in this transaction. Liy, is Michael instead of Say for Lucifer, and also with the candles.

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(Chapter 7)

(Arthur Ketch texts Sam from outside the compound and is requesting permission to enter.

Sam greets him at the door, making sure Castiel is standing by as backup because Ketch can change sides without a moments notice, and if Dean were here, he'd be the last person to trust the former Man of Letters. They come down the staircase and go to one of the tables. Ketch pulls out two HPGs.)

Ketch: I have here, the two generators you requested. It was a most difficult, and dangerous undertaking, but I managed to get them without getting myself killed; I can't say the same for my accomplices, though. May I at least ask who you are going to use them on?

Sam: Yes, you may ask, but I can only give you one answer at this time.

Ketch: Let me guess; a certain Angel with rather, shall we say, non-angelic values?

Sam: Right. Michael must be expunged.

Ketch: I see, well a bloody good idea and all, but this won't kill him.

Sam: It doesn't need to. I will have other means at my disposal.

(Deciding to throw Ketch off the trail, just in case he can't be trusted, Sam turns his head towards their favorite Witch.)

Sam: Rowena, can you find a spell to send an Arch-Angel to Heaven?

(Rowena senses that this is a trick question, but she answers as best as she can.)

Rowena: I could adapt a spell to do that, but not when the Angel is in a vessel; as you may recall, Samuel, tethering to Earth is too primal; no amount of magic can break that bond.

Castiel: Are you insane? You want to send that Michael to my Heaven? Do you have any idea what will happen if you do?

Sam: No, do you?

(Castiel was so shocked, and so frustrated; he had no answer to his own question, and couldn't have spoken out loud, even if he had.

Sam could barely keep the smile from his face. He hasn't stumped Cas in a very long time; it felt just like the good old days.)

Mary: What about Dean?

Sam: One crisis at a time Mom. First we need to get Michael where we can trap him, and release him simultaneously; then we'll just keep Dean with us. I'm sure it will be a lot easier convincing Death to give Dean's Soul back if he's not actually dead!

Bobby: What do you need us to do, Sam?

Sam: How are you at research?

Bobby: I've been known to scour a book or two.

Sam: Good. Do you see that library? It has every known tome printed before 1958 about magic and the Supernatural, including rare biblical ones. Perhaps you can find a way to contact Death, without anyone actually dying!

Bobby: Will do.

Sam: Cas, Rowena will need certain ingredients to open the Cage again, I think Crowley stashed them away somewhere, you need to find out where and retrieve them.

Castiel: Alright Sam, but for the record, I'm not sure this is the right thing to do.

Sam: Cas, for the record, this is the only thing to do.

Mary: What about me, Sam? What can I do?

Sam: Just keep doing what you've been doing these last few months, Mom… If anything goes wrong, I need you to take charge of the bunker; to be the lifeline for other Hunters whenever they need lore, or other help. Like you said, you're a Winchester and well, this is our legacy.

Mary: I will, but I also need to do something to help get my son back!

Sam: I understand, Mom. I have something in mind but, I'll let you know once I work it all out.

(Mary nods her head in agreement.

Sam looks around the room and sees nothing but sadness staring back at him.)

Sam: Hey everybody! We all knew this day would come; it's what we've been hoping for; waiting for. We all should be happy. We finally have a plan, a way to get Dean back, and get rid of Michael; so no sad faces alright?

(Everyone nods and grins, but none of those smiles reach their eyes.)

( S P N )

(Before Sam and Rowena can put forth his plan, they must first be able to get back into Hell.)

Castiel: Do you think Asmodeus changed the security measures?

Sam: I don't think he even knew this gate existed. Crowley built it himself, to be able to rule without actually living underground.

(Castiel is driving and following Sam's directions to the letter. Once they reach Kenesaw, Nebraska, it doesn't take long to get to Third and Pine. They pass the warehouse casually, but Sam scrutinizes the place for any changes in its appearance. It looks much the same as it did the last time they were here, even the words "No Soliciting" are still painted in black script on the grey door. Castiel finds a place nearby to park, and the trio walks back from there. Both Sam and Castiel are carrying backpacks with the ingredients for the spells. Castiel had found extra vials in one of the storage facilities Crowley had once taken him to when they were working together to break into Purgatory.)

Sam: Do you see any Demons?

Castiel: No, not even one.

Rowena: Don't you think that odd; no Demons guarding Hell?

Sam: It would be difficult to keep an entrance secret if it's being guarded on the outside.

(Castiel takes out his Angel-blade, and Sam pulls his Demon-knife. Together they walk up to the door. It's locked. Sam wraps on it, but nobody answers. Sam removes a pocket knife from his shirt, and tries to pry the view panel open. It takes some force, but he does manage to slide the metal aside. He peers in. The place looks desolate. Sam tries to reach through the hole and get to the crossbar, but his arms are too muscular to fit through the opening.

Castiel: It's useless Sam. Maybe we need to go through Purgatory to get into Hell.

Sam: If we have to, we will, I will. But let's not give up here, just yet.

Sam: Rowena, do you think you can find a spell to gain access?

Rowena: Samuel, just who would want to make a spell to get into Hell?

Castiel: Crowley would! He's all about spells. That's how he was so powerful.

Rowena: Well then, does either of you remember the password?

Castiel: I never needed a password. Amara blasted me here, directly.

(Sam racks his brain, trying to remember what Crowley said as they walked up to the door.

He recalls "Al dee do dah de"; or something like that… He decides to try it.)

Sam: Al dee do dah de.

(The door squeaks, but doesn't open.

Rowena chuckles, she recognizes it now.)

Castiel: What's so funny?

Rowena: Samuel, you must be very close to the phrase. Try singing it.

(Sam looks at her like she's nuts; but then after imagining it in his mind, he figures it out too.)

Sam: Oh, it can't be.

(Rowena laughs harder now.)

Rowena: Oh, but it can, lad. Fergus had a bizarre sense of humor.

(Sam takes in a deep breath and sighs; then does his best to present the words musically; his deep voice booming with superiority.)

Sam: All the do, dah, daaaaay!

(They hear a squeak, and then a rumble as the door unlocks.

Castiel is pleasantly surprised, but Sam just rolls his eyes, Rowena smiles as they enter the warehouse. Castiel closes the door behind them and the view panel as well.)

Castiel: We won't want any company.

(Sam raises his right hand over the Sigil with the eye in the center, but nothing happens.)

Castiel: Oh, I see. This particular Sigil can only be activated by a Celestial being.

(Castiel raises his own hand; holds it over the drawing, and then it lights up, causing the interior doors to swing open.

Sam tentatively leads the way down the stairs to the landing; surprisingly, the doors did not shut behind them. He knows which direction to take, and the further they descend, the higher the stone walls become. Sam speculates about what keeps their torches lit.

Lightening crackles and thunder echoes from above. The winding path seems to go around in a complete circle as they get closer to Limbo, where they hope to find out if the cell Crowley erected still remains. Sam hates the crunching of bones under his feet, but he doesn't let that slow him down any. Finally, they make it to the lowest level and the path ends.

The cell is there, untouched, unaltered. Sam can't help but to wonder just what it was that Asmodeus did while he was running Hell. Did he know this was here; did he even care? And what of Michael; was he undisturbed the entire time? Was the last Prince of hell so busy torturing Gabriel, that he forgot about Michael?)

Castiel: Sam, are you sure about this? We can still turn back.

Sam: Aren't you the least bit curious about Michael? Friend or foe; either way we need to know Cas; and we need his Grace to save Jack.

Castiel: Very well, Sam, but be careful.

(Sam removes his backpack, and hands it to Castiel, then turns and nods to Rowena. She goes all around the cell, checking the Sigils. They are all there and intact. She goes back to the table they had used last time. Everything is still in place, almost as though time had stopped. Castiel lays out all the ingredients she needs. Rowena dumps the old fillings from the bowl, and replaces it. Then she starts anew. Once everything was blended, she recites these words.)

Rowena: Foro Dega La Moray!

(The Sigils all around the bottom of the cell start to burn in bright orange.)

Rowena: Mah Ho Tah!

(She gestures towards the cell; a fire ignites and spreads following the outline of the metal.)

Rowena: Alright then. Are you ready Sam?

Sam: Go ahead.

Rowena: Foh Reh Liy Lah!

(She sprinkles herbs into the bowl. A narrow sprite of flame ignites in it. The lightening and thunder increase in intensity. The fire climbs almost as high as Sam is tall, but unlike the last time, when Lucifer appeared and the fire strengthened, this time it dies down some. Sam feels a warm sensation. A shadow starts to come into focus; it's Adam, or rather Michael in Adam's vessel. He is sitting and staring straight ahead; Michael's mind is so far gone from reality, he is unaware of anything that is transpiring. Castiel approaches him.)

Castiel: Brother. How are you?

(There is no reply.

Sam wishes Castiel hadn't used the word, "brother"; it just makes him miss Dean even more.)

Castiel: Brother, we have come to ask you for a favor. We realize it would undoubtedly be more than anyone should have to sacrifice, but it is urgent and it is necessary.

(Castiel turns away from him and looks to Sam for help.)

Sam: Michael. We need your Grace. Your…nephew is dying, and he needs you.

(Sam and Castiel look at each other. Michael has all the symptoms of catatonia. Sam nods to Rowena to perform the next spell, which she created to place Sam into the cell. It would be the first time she's tried it, but as always, she is confident in her own abilities. But it takes a long moment to have the desired effect; Rowena is disappointed in its delay and thinks to herself how she must find a way in the future to hasten the spell; should they ever need to use it again.

Once inside, Sam kneels down to Michael, and takes out from his pocket the empty syringe he brought from the bunker. First, he removes the cap, and then gently puts two fingers against the artery in Michael's neck. Although in actuality only Michael is in Adam's vessel, having long ago purged Adam's soul to Heaven; Sam gets an eerie feeling; like he's violating his half-brother; John's other son, but Adam had no love for John, so Sam wonders why should he care the least bit about Adam? Sam wants to do this to save Jack, who for all intents and purposes is a true brother; after all, Mary "adopted" him; calls him one of her boys, and Sam is determined to save him too.

After that moment of quiet contemplation, Sam gently, but firmly inserts the needle into Michael's neck, slowly drawing out as much Grace as the chamber can hold, then removes it. All went well and he sighs. He nods again to Rowena, who now performs what essentially is like the same spell in the opposite order; bringing Sam back out of the cell, and to where Castiel has been waiting protectively.)

Sam: Can you return him to the Cage?

Rowena: Of course, Samuel.

(First she lights five very tall white candles arranged in the shape of a cross. Then she takes her dagger, and cuts diagonally across the inside of her left hand, she then spits onto her right palm and says an incantation.)

Rowena: Anan Avar Kavak!

(She claps her hands together real hard. The candle flames shoot up at least a foot high.

In a moment, Michael vanishes out of the cell. This is the most hopeful Sam has felt in months. So much so, that a smile adorns his face. It makes Rowena smile too.)

Sam: Good work Rowena, come on.

(Sam motions for her to join him, and she slowly makes her way to his side. He puts his arm behind her shoulder in a polite gesture to escort her.)

Sam: Cas, let's get out of here!

Castiel: Agreed!

(Castiel proceeds to shepherd them out of Hell and away from the dangers of uncontrolled Demons.)