No one had ever experienced anything like this. A storm that would rage on and on.
And there was this ever present buzzing in the air. Like the heavens would strike us down without a moments notice.
Well, that's how it all felt right now. And I knew I couldn't do it. Not alone like I was, but it was so much more than that. I had watched his last moments... Watched the Archangel as his light was snuffed out.
Right now, everything was going how Lucifer had wanted it to. How Dean had watched it go down. But this time... This time there was no colt to try kill him with. Only to have it fail. No human Castiel. No... No one what so ever to help.
Just a broken fail-safe that couldn't even do their job right.
But now isn't the time for wallowing in whatever it was that was eating away at me. How the heck was I going to fix everything. That's if it could be fixed.
I don't know what compelled me to do it, or how I managed, but Bobby and Dean weren't the only ones that were going to get a hunters funeral. I didn't care if the angels had other ideas. Adam deserved it as much as the others.
So three pyres later, well, lets just say tears were working their way down my face. Even as I lit them and gave them a proper hunters send off.
This was the only goodbye I was going to get in. The last hurrah of Dean, Bobby and even Adam, maybe even the archangel, was all for nothing. They lost, we lost. I lost everything.
No longer was the puppy-faced Winchester on our side. But at the same time, I couldn't help but mourn for him too. And watch as the flames slowly engulfed the hunters before me. But I couldn't wait any longer. I had to go. I had to do something.
As I looked back at everything, at the memories. I knew that I had to. I couldn't give up. They wouldn't want me to.
In the short time I had known them, I came to see them as family. Even if they did keep me couped up in the Salvage yard.
Because even if they done it because I couldn't be harmed, because I just may be this fail safe, I knew they done it for the best. They wanted me to not get myself any deeper into this than I already was. But it was too late for that. Far, far to late for it.
I knew what needed to be done. And I knew I needed to get away from here. Before Sa... Before Lucifer returned. Before he could end any chance we had. But then he would have cut my life short at the cemetery.
I took one last breath, looking upon the boys. "Adam... Bobby... Dean..." I chocked out, slight sobs still racking my body. "I-I'll set things right. I'll get Sammy back... Somehow. I'll fix it all. I'll... I'll figure it out. And then maybe you'll get to come home again..."
With that said I turned around. Back to Deans baby. Wishing that I had called, or something before they went off on the last hurrah. But I couldn't find it in myself to actually get in the car. In the Impala, even with all its flaws. I knew it was perfect for them. It was home.
But for me now, it was filled with pain. With memory. Even if I had only been in here once or twice. It was heavy with their scents. With their every fibre.
But I had to pull myself together. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and hopped in. Looking upon them for another moment in a silent goodbye. They wouldn't hear me. Not now... Probably not ever. But I had something to do. A promise to keep.
I pulled away from the fiery scene, and started down what was going to be a long road ahead.
Three months later and there was still no omens. It was like... I don't know. You think if you were going to end the world you'd do it sooner rather than later.
But there was nothing. Just the normal rag-tag hunts minus the demons. Nothing had come up about demons. No possessions, nothing. It was like everything that wasn't from Earth just vanished.
And Maybe they did. And I'd been using Bobby's place as a base. No use not doing so. But now his panic room, and house, were covered in warding sigils of every kind.
Nothing was getting in, or out, without my say so. And with how idle it was, I had done a simple salt-and-burn a few towns over.
A vengeful spirit had taken up residence in a house when they bought a doll house. Complete with furniture. It was a brilliant little thing.
Lets just say they weren't happy that I had destroyed it. But, in my defence, it did have their little girl and was attempting to strangle her when I burnt the house.
Turns out the thing had belonged to a collector that had passed away and was sold at auction. Few months later things started happening in the house. The families cat was found dead one day, after scratching the thing.
And when I had researched the doll-house, having found the previous owner being cremated, left one option. That the dollhouse had something left on it from the owner. Part of a finger-nail was logged into one of the cracks. I had missed it upon first glance. But it was enough.
After torching the house I got the hell outa dodge.
And then I was back into my previous rut. Research, research and more research seemed to be all I was doing lately. That and looking for any omen that happened to appear.
But I had no luck with anything. The only hint I had was that memory of Gabriel, and even that was far from helpful. And from what I gathered, no one knew what was truly meant to happen with me. Or how I was meant to do anything.
I tried praying, to anyone who would listen. Who could help me against Lucifer.
But I had no luck. No answer. Not even the prophet the Win... The Brothers knew answered. I even drove to his place. But, it was empty. As in, he'd just up and left kinda empty. Like there was nothing that could ever have been found.
For some reason, I had started using the Impala after everything went south. As a reminder to myself more than anything. Or so I hoped. I just wished I knew how to fix this.
Another month passed and there was still nothing. Like the end of the world was just postponed.
So as I sat at the end of a bed, in a dingy motel room, waiting and watching for anything to happen, I was disappointed. Nothing happened. Just more useless news. No omens. No nothing.
But I was back on the road again. Looking for cases. Checking up on things in my old town without actually going there. Just checking the papers and news online for the areas. Nothing as always.
Always nothing. Just little hunts. Hunts that were always distracting from the real task at hand. Finding and stopping Lucifer. Finding and stopping the most powerful angel that was alive.
Doing the impossible.
Something not even Michael had been able to do.
All because I appeared at the wrong, or maybe it was the right, moment. But for now, all was silent. Too silent.
For the past few days, it had felt like I was being watched. But It was just a feeling and there was no source that I could see. Nothing that gave it away.
Over the past few months I didn't know what frightened me more. The fact that I was all alone, or that Lucifer and every other hell-bound creature was totally off the radar. And then there was the other thing. Something that had been plaguing my mind since that day.
The fact that I just drove somewhere. Parked, and walked my way to that cemetery. The fact that I just knew where to go. And that no matter what happened, I was helpless, that I wasn't able to save anyone.
No matter how hard I tried, how hard I prayed to some higher being. I was beginning to believe it had all been a dream. Like when I suddenly just remembered what the Arch-angel had said. That I'd remember when it was needed. Perhaps it's to late for me now.
Like every other night after that day. I closed my eyes, wishing for it all to just be over. But unlike every-other night. I didn't pray. I didn't hope. I didn't wait for anything to happen, just for sleep to take me into a better tomorrow.
But what I didn't realise, was that there was someone watching. That that wasn't a memory, it really had been a dream. And that the pain in my chest that night wasn't really a pain at all. It was a nagging feeling that just hummed insistently. Gnawing away at whatever I had left.
And just as the dark embrace of sleep took me, I could have sworn I heard a voice. One I never thought I'd hear again...
