Sorry it's took me a while to update, I've been ill but I'm back.
Warning - This chapter contains theme's of homophobia and child abuse but it's only touched upon in reference to information about a hunt the guys take whilst taking a break from researching ways to bet Lucifer. It's nothing graphic but if you're triggered by said theme's, please be careful. Stay safe.
Always Keep Fighting!
I feel the breeze on my face in expectance
Not very long before the storm reaches here
Off in the distance the lightning is flashing again
Feel something strong as the power draws near
Is it the rolling thunder that scares you
Is it the crashing of clouds that hold fear
But all I know as I sit in a corner alone
It takes me back to my childhood again
And as I wait and look for an answer
To all the things going round in my head
I ask myself could it be a disaster and when
It's maybe threatening to happen again
- Lightning Strikes Twice, Iron Maiden
"Chuck?", questioned Dean, "After the little heart to heart with your sister, I didn't really expect to see you around again".
"I was spending time reconnecting with my sister but things have developed. My grandchild being born is the reason I am here", explained Chuck.
"No offence Chuck, but your own children weren't enough to get you to make an appearance in the past, even when one of them was trying to end the world, so why come out of hiding for Lily", asked Dean.
"My relationship with Lucifer may be flawed but things don't have to be the same way with Lily. I want to do things differently with her. I would like to meet her. I could even offer her protection", suggested Chuck.
"I do not think Lucifer would harm Lily. He wants to be her father. I don't think her life is at risk, only her nature if Lucifer were to raise her", interjected Cas.
"I can offer further protection beside's physical safety. I could prevent Lucifer from being able to take Lily", offered Chuck.
"Well that would definitely be useful Dad", thanked Gabriel who had been quiet up until now. Gabriel was much less cocky then usual. Much more subdued and unsure of himself around his father.
"So, I would like to see my granddaughter now", stated Chuck. Gabriel nodded, leading the way as the rest of the group stood, still in shock.
"So, that was Chuck? As in 'God' Chuck? Creator of the universe, Chuck?" questioned Mary astounded.
"That's the one", mumbled Dean.
2 days later...
Sam, Dean, Cas and Mary sat around a table in the bunker. They chugged down coffee whilst going through the Men of Letter's files. Dean snapped the book closed, jolting the other's from their reading.
"Look, I know we have Lucifer to sort out and there's pretty much a big pile of crap on our plates right now but I need to get out of here, man. I need to hunt or something", moaned Dean.
Chuck was still at the bunker, making himself right at home like he had last time. He was planning on staying for a few days to spend time with Lily and Gabriel before heading back to Amara. The rest of the residence in the bunker left them to it, focusing of figuring out a way to either kill Lucifer or finding a spell that would actually work in returning him to the cage but they had come up with nothing. Gabriel and Chuck had been pretty much useless. Gabriel was willing to get his hands dirty once they'd found something to beat Lucifer but researching clearly wasn't his thing. Dean found it hard to believe that Gabriel knew nothing about any weapons or spells that would work. He was an archangel after all and he was the one who'd told them about the horseman's rings but Dean hadn't bothered to argue. With Gabriel there was no use. As for Chuck, he refused to have any involvement in sending Lucifer back to the cage. He had mended bridges and although he had burned them by disappearing again, he had no interest in caging his son.
So that left all of the leg work to Sam, Dean, Cas and Mary. Dean had, had enough. He needed to kill something and if it wasn't some evil supernatural son of a bitch, Dean was afraid he'd end up swinging a knife in Gabriel's direction which he guessed wouldn't end well for him.
"You're right, maybe if we take a break, we can look at all this with fresh eye's", agreed Sam.
"So, family hunting trip again?", questioned Mary, her eye's lighting up.
"You got it", grinned Dean, "I think I've actually got something for us. I was looking on my phone and there's a news story, couple of miles from here, 4 people died. A family. They reported intruders 3 times before they died but police never found any kind of forced entry and nothing was stolen but one night, neighbors reported screaming. The police found the whole family dead but the coroner couldn't find a cause of death".
"Sounds like our sort of thing", nodded Sam.
The Winchester's got their stuff together and began heading to the door. Cas remained seated at the table.
"Aren't you coming Cas?", questioned Dean.
"I, er, wasn't sure that I was invited", frowned Cas awkwardly.
"Cas, you're family, course you're invited", shrugged Sam.
Cas smiled to himself as he joined the Winchester's.
The case they'd picked up wasn't too far away so they arrived there relatively quickly. They'd checked into a motel to settle down and figure out what was going on.
"So what are we thinking? Vengeful spirit?", wondered Mary.
"Not enough info to say", mumbled Dean as he fished out his fed suit.
"Maybe we should interview witnesses to gain more information", offered Cas with a subtle grin on his face. He looked proud of himself for his suggestion.
"Yeah, we should go to the house, interview the neighbors and check out the house", grunted Dean.
"We should check out the bodies too, the coroner said they couldn't identify a cause of death but they probably did, it just didn't make any sense to them", suggested Sam.
"Okay, so how about Cas and I check out the house and the neighbors you and mom can check the bodies", suggested Dean.
"Sounds like a plan", smiled Mary.
Sam and Mary scanned the lifeless bodies that lay on the slabs in the morgue. Their skin was tinged with a blueish tone and their faces were slack but other than them being quite obviously dead, they looked unharmed.
"So, isn't there anything to indicate the cause of death? The report said you didn't find anything", questioned Mary.
"There was nothing, at least nothing that made any sense", sighed the coroner.
"What about the things that don't make sense?", asked Sam.
"It looks to me like they all drowned. I've been doing this job for years, I know what a drowning victims body looks like, seen enough of them but it doesn't make sense. The mother and father were found in their bedroom, no water in sight. Their daughter was in the living room watching TV and their son was in his room. No water near any of them and there's no sign of a struggle or their bodies being moved so it's unlikely their was any foul play involved. This one's got me stumped", explained the coroner.
Mary and Sam exchanged a knowing look.
"Well thank you for your time, here's my card if you come across anything else", thanked Sam.
Mary and Sam walked back to Mary's car.
"So, definitely seems like our kind of thing", said Mary as she slid into the driver's seat.
"Yeah, drowning without water doesn't exactly seem like a natural death", agreed Sam.
Dean and Cas studied every detail of the deceased family's house. There was no sulfur or any other demonic signs.
Cas strode up to Dean, "There was no EMF but I can detect some spirit activity in these premises".
Dean noticed a family picture, tucked away by the side of the sofa. The glass was cracked, it looked as though it had fallen of the fireplace, or been knocked off. Dean noticed 5 figures in the photo. A dull couple who looked in their late 40's stood at the back, presumably the parents. Then their was a teenage boy, he looked about 16 and a teenage girl who looked around the age 18. But there was another kid in the picture, one that hadn't been mentioned in the report. He looked around the age of 14 in the photo. He didn't particular stand out from the rest of them apart from the fact that he lacked the plastic smile that was plastered over his other family members faces.
All of them looked clean cut. Matching sweaters. Neat hair and fresh faced. They looked like they'd stepped out of a magazine.
Dean placed the photo down and took notice of the multiple bibles around the house. There was several framed bible verses and crucifixes too.
"It looks like they were bible thumpers", noted Dean aloud.
Cas frowned I'm confusion, "From the looks of their home, they appear to have been devout Christians, I don't think they'd vandalize the holy bible, Dean".
"I thought Metatron brought you into the 21st Century", gruffed Dean.
"I think Mr Danders may have been having an affair behind his wife's back", stated Cas whilst ignoring Dean's comment.
"What makes you say that?", asked Dean.
"I could smell a scent of a woman on his clothes. It was a different scent from his own wife", informed Cas.
"What are you a sniffer dog?", scoffed Dean.
Cas frowned at Dean once again before continuing, "I also found letters in the man's safe from an unknown woman".
"So, what? Witch? Pissed off mistress kills off the whole family?", wondered Dean.
"That's seems like a reasonable suggestion", nodded Cas.
"We should pay the neighbors a visit, see what they know", said Dean.
Dean and Cas sat on the sofa as a rounded lady brought them cups of tea. She was in her 50's with curly brown hair and soft features and soft edges. She bounced down on the sofa.
"How can I help you, agents?", chimed the lady who'd introduced herself as Maggie.
"Thank you mam, could you tell us what you know about your neighbors? The one's you reported to the police and then were found dead?", clarified Dean.
"Oh yes, terrible tragedy! Fancy the whole family turning up dead like that, just tragic! I spoke to them several times in the week before their death. They were convinced they had intruders. They kept hearing noises, things kept getting broken but when the police came there was no sign of forced entry and nothing was taken so there was nothing they could do", explained Maggie.
"When you say things kept getting broken, what kind of things?" questioned Dean.
"Oh you know, photo's, family heirlooms, religious ornaments...In fact the police seemed to think that it was some delinquent playing pranks on the poor family because they were religious", admitted Maggie.
"Was there anyone else in their family? The report mentioned 4 deaths but I see their was a third kid in one of their photo's?", asked Dean.
"You must be talking about Luke. He was their youngest child, just 14, he died a few months ago", sighed Maggie Sadly.
"I'm sorry to hear that, do you know what happened?", questioned Dean.
"Young Luke was a troubled young man. He thought he was...you know? A homosexual", admitted Maggie quietly.
"You mean he was gay?", glared Dean who was growing annoyed at the gossipy lady.
"Well that's what he thought but he was just confused. Of course his family tried to help him, they sent him to have counselling with their priest but I'm afraid it wasn't enough. Luke drowned himself in the bathtub", sighed Maggie.
"And his parents? Super religious types, I imagine they weren't exactly supportive", inferred Dean.
"Well they did what any good, upstanding Christian parents would do. They tried to help him off a path that would lead him to hell", frowned Maggie.
"So what you're saying is, they gave him a hard time", stated Dean.
"I found it strange how many religious human's condemn other's based on sexual orientation in the name of God. I admit the moments I have spent with my father have been fleeting but I am certain that he does not have any concerns about sexual orientation and that sexuality has no baring on whether or not someone's soul will end up in heaven or hell. Chuck or God as human's refer to him has even had relations with other male's himself, I believe. Although he technically isn't a man. He is light. He is Creation. He is everything so I'm not sure if that really counts", mumbled Cas flatly, speaking for the first time.
Maggie looked dumbfounded, "I don't know what you're implying but that loving family had nothing to do with their youngest's suicide and if you're going to insist on spouting those blasphemous words in my home then I suggested you leave", scolded Maggie.
"They're not blasphemous. They're simply the truth. It also seem's hypocritical to judge their child when Mr Dander's guilty of adultery", implored Cas.
"C'mon Cas, I think we have enough information", told Dean as he grinned at Cas's ability to rub this woman the wrong way without even trying.
Cas and Dean wandered back outside.
"Despite living among human's for several years now, they can still be somewhat of a mystery to me", pondered Cas.
"You and me both, man", laughed Dean. Dean's phone began to ring.
"Hey, find much? Well that ties in pretty nicely with what we found. I'd say we're definitely dealing with a vengeful spirit. Meet us back at the motel so we can regroup and then finish this hunt", instructed Dean to Sam over the phone.
"Okay, so I don't think Luke killed himself", announced Sam.
Sam, Dean, Mary and Cas had met at the motel and gathered up any information they could on the case as to make sure they were dealing with a vengeful spirit and didn't get any nasty surprises.
"Huh?", frowned Dean.
"I think it was a cover up. You said that the neighbor said the parents sent the kid to their priest for counselling?", asked Sam.
"Yeah, hypocritical busy bodies had a problem with the kid being gay", nodded Dean.
"Well I think they did more than that. I've been looking through some records, police reports, school records, church records...that sort of thing and Luke didn't go to school for 2 months late last year, looking around it looks like his parents sent him to a conversion camp. Really nasty places, parents send their kids to try and 'stop them from being gay'. He seems as though they weren't happy with the results though. I think his family drowned Luke, rather than him killing himself", informed Sam.
"What, why do you think that?" wondered Cas.
"The police files from this were pretty sketchy at best. Looks like a cover up. I dug deeper and it turns out that Luke's dad's brother is the local sheriff. Still didn't explain what really happened though so I turned to the kids. Hacked into the dead daughter's facebook and she was messaging someone before the family died. When I traced back the facebook profile of the person she was talking to, it didn't exist. I think her brother was communicating with her. The messages were pretty threatening and went along the lines of 'you will feel what I felt' and I also caught the gist of what happened. I don't think the parents meant to kill Luke. But they were dicks and after finding texts from another boy, they decided to 'baptize him' or more like terrify the kid and they shoved him under the bath tub but they ended up accidentally killing him", sighed Sam sadly.
"What about Luke's siblings? What did they have to do with this?" asked Mary.
"I don't think they were involved in the actual drowning but they knew about it and did nothing. Plus they gave him a hard time when he was alive", said Sam.
"What a bunch of dicks, I gotta say, I'm on the ghosts side with this one", commented Dean.
"You and me both but you know how it goes, vengeful spirits may start of only avenging the people involved in their death but eventually they lose sight of that and end up turning vengeful on innocent people. We still have to salt and burn his body, the kid deserves to be put to rest too", inputted Sam.
"You're right", conceded Dean, "You know, I wanted a simple salt and burn but I wasn't bargaining on it being so depressing".
"Yeah 'cause hunting's always a barrel of laughs, Dean", remarked Sam.
They had found out where Luke was buried and drove to the cemetery. With the four of them, it hadn't taken long to dig up the grave. It was only when Dean began pouring salt on the body that Luke's spirit appeared, swiping Dean across the graveyard. Mary took shots with her salt rounds which seemed to really piss Luke off as he hurtled towards Mary, only to have Cas knock her out of the way. Cas was not so lucky though as he was sent flying into the trunk of an oak tree. Sam ran towards the grave hoping to burn the bones before Luke had the chance to hurt any of them.
Sam skidded to the grave side and Luke prepared to launch an attack at Sam but Mary was there taking shots that temporarily disarmed the ghost.
Sam flicked his lighter, preparing to set alight the body but a searing white hot pain exploded in his head. Sam let out an involuntary moan and his knee's dropped to the floor. Sam gripped at his head and hissed in pain. He vaguely heard the shouts of his family as they tackled the ghost.
There was a scene playing out. It was distant and blurred at the edges but clear enough to see what was going on.
There was Lily. She was screaming and fighting. She had a strange cuff on her wrist. Perhaps the etchings on the cuff were the reason why Lily's powers seemed to evade her.
A figure tugged Lily out of the bunker. The figure was tall and well dressed. There was a smug smirk plastered across his otherwise cold face and an glint of evil in his eyes. Ketch. He recognized Ketch's face. Ketch proceeded to lift a struggling Lily into the back of an SUV.
*Flash*
It was Lily again however this time she chained in a cell. She looked terrified and bewildered. Ketch was there too but this time an unfamiliar man in a white lab coat was with him. The stranger took several unknown contraptions out of a cupboard. He then stalked towards Lily with a needle in hand. He injected the substance into her as a wide eye'd Lily fell limp.
Sam began to notice his surroundings as the vision dulled from his head, leaving behind a trail of fire in his brain. He knew he had to focus on something but he couldn't quite comprehend what. He started to remember the hunt and ghost that was attacking his family.
He tried to fight for composure as he took in the scene around him. His family were still fighting the angry and fearful ghost. Dean's eye's still managed to remain on Sam even when fighting a vengeful spirit.
Sam climbed to his feet, ignoring the burning pain that still hadn't subsided from his vision. Sam began, intending to salt and burn the bones until he thought about past cases. When some spirits had been able to let go. Sam wanted to try. Luke wasn't a monster. He was just a scared and lonely kid. That fear had turned into anger, understandably. Sam wanted to help.
"Luke? I just want to talk", shouted Sam. A Flickering figure appeared before Sam. Luke.
"Okay, I want to help you Luke. It doesn't have to be this way", reasoned Sam.
A look of uncertainty passed over the boys face before turning to anger as he knocked Sam to the ground.
"Luke, listen to me. I know you're angry. You have every right to be. Your family hurt you and you didn't deserve that but your family are gone now. You can let go. No one else needs to get hurt. You've done what you came here to do", urged Sam.
An invisible force wrapped around Sam's throat, as the air was squeezed out of him. He could see his family incapacitated in the background.
"L..Luke...d..don'..do..thi..this", Stuttered Sam through gasping breaths.
"I don't know how", stated Luke's ghost as fear clouded his pale form.
"J..just..let go..let go", reassured Sam as much as he could whilst being strangled.
Sam felt the invisible force around his neck loosen. The ghostly figure of Luke took a step back, his pale and water bound figure returning to it's human like state. Color returned to his face and the water that had once dribbled constantly from the ghosts mouth seemed to disappear too.
The young ghost looked at Sam, "thank you".
Sam nodded as a light began to illuminate Luke's figure. He disappeared, not with fire and anguished screams that come from a salt and burn but with a peaceful glow that came with a spirit moving on.
Luke was gone and the initial relief was fleeting. Now the fight was over, the aftermath of Sam's vision was more evident. His head buzzed with the beginning of a migraine.
Sam looked over to his family. Cas was already on his feet, he'd watched as the boy had let go of his rage. Mary and Dean were still getting themselves together.
Sam didn't know what to make of the vision. Sam hadn't had a vision for years, not counting the one's Lucifer had sent him. Sam considered that the recent vision could be Lucifer's work too. A way of getting to Lily. But Sam worried about this vision being true. He worried about Lily. Sam had experienced first hand how ruthless the British Chapter could be and he didn't want Lily to experience that.
Dean and Mary climbed to their feet as the 4 of them walked towards each other.
"What happened?", groaned Dean as he cradled his ribs.
"He moved on. Didn't need to salt and burn the bones because he let go of the anger", explained Sam shortly.
"I'm not talking about Luke, I'm talking about you. What happened at his grave side? Are you okay?", asked Dean.
"I don't know...I think, it seemed like a vision", admitted Sam.
Sam, Dean, Cas and Mary began the journey home. This time Cas rode with Mary and Sam rode shotgun with Dean in the impala. Sam had briefly explained what he'd seen in the vision and Dean and Sam definitely needed to talk.
"So, a vision? You haven't had any psychic crap in a long time, do you think it's Lucifer again?", questioned Dean.
"Honestly? I don't know. It seemed different than the one's he sent me. The visions from Lucifer were vivid and so life like that I almost felt like I was there again. This vision wasn't like that, it was more like the visions I used to get, distant and a little blurry. Like I was watching a scene play out rather than being apart of it", explained Sam.
"Lucifer could have switched up his game though, seems like he could be trying to make us think Lily is in trouble in order to draw us out", reasoned Dean.
"I know but it isn't too much of a stretch to think that British Men of Letter's could do this either", added Sam.
"Say this is a genuine vision, what are we going to do about it anyway? How are we supposed to protect Lily from both Lucifer and the British Men of Letter's?", asked Dean.
"We'll Chuck's put some sort of protection over Lily, right? Stopping him from taking her so even if this is Lucifer, it won't work anyway. But if it is real, Chuck's protection won't work against any one other than Lucifer".
"Chuck is God, Sam. I pretty sure he's capable of protecting Lily from human's".
"I know but we can't underestimate the British Men of Letter's either. They have a lot of resources we know nothing about. Even if Chuck did protect Lily, he's not sticking around forever and once he's gone, I'm sure the British Men of Letter's could find some way around his protection shields. If we we take Lily away from the bunker and hide her somewhere away from the British Men of Letter's, we can keep her safe from them and Lucifer won't be able to take her anyway", reasoned Sam.
"Lucifer may not be able to take Lily but nothings stopping him from taking you, Sam!", argued Dean.
"Dean, I'm never going to say 'yes' to him!", exclaimed Sam.
"That doesn't make me feel any better, Sam. If he has no use for you, he'll kill you! I don't care how many fancy weapons those British dicks have, I don't like their chances against 3 Winchester's and 2 angel's".
"They used a banishing sigil on Cas before, there's nothing stopping them from doing it again! Plus we're probably no safer from Lucifer in the bunker than we are out in the open. Remember when Lucifer got in the bunker as Cas? Or when he got in the bunker wearing our mom as vessel? We're probably not safe from Lucifer anywhere but at least we could keep Lily safe from the British Men of Letter's if we get her out of the bunker", reasoned Sam.
"Okay, let's not make any decisions about this until we get back and talk to Chuck and Gabriel", sighed Dean.
Walking down the steps of the bunker, they were greeted by Gabriel.
"Is Chuck around?", asked Dean.
"No, he left with Amara. He said he'll be back again soon", shrugged Gabriel.
"Yeah, I won't hold my breath", Seethed Dean.
"Woah, what's got your panties in a bunch? Bad hunt?" Prodded Gabriel.
"The hunt was fine. Sam had a vision", informed Cas as he and Mary followed Sam and Dean into the bunker.
"What about?", frowned Gabriel.
"Lily", said Dean.
Mary had left Sam, Dean, Gabriel and Cas to discuss their next plan of action. Mary poured herself a mug of coffee and sat in the kitchen, trying to process their latest dilemma.
Cas walked into kitchen.
"Are you okay?", he asked Mary.
"Yeah, I'm fine. How come you're not in on the discussion?", wondered Mary.
"From past experiences, it'll likely take Sam and Dean a while to agree of what should happen. I decided to let them get on with it", smiled Cas.
"Yeah it's kind of nice that, even though I missed out on the boy's childhood, I still get to witness the sibling squabbles", grinned Mary.
"How are you, Mary? Before Sam and Dean were arrested you were having some space but since the boys have been back you have been thrown in to the never ending cycle of chaos that is Sam and Dean's life. I imagine it must be difficult for you"
"I should never have left the boys. I was trying to process everything that's happened. I was trying to sort myself out so I could be the mother they deserved but Sam and Dean ended up in trouble and I wasn't there to help them. I'm their mom, I'm supposed to protect them. As hard as all of this has been for me, the boy's have been through so much worse and it's time for me to put them first. I know they've had each other and they've had you but they need all the family they can get", explained Mary quietly.
"Sam and Dean getting arrested was not your fault. They have gotten by their whole lives by relying on each other. They could survive without you, not that they'd want too. They want you around. Dean has few memories of having a mother and Sam has none. This is new to them too but they want you here. They love you but if you needed to leave, they'd survive. I don't think they'd want you stay out of obligation", stated Cas.
"I want to stay, Cas. When they were missing... let's just say that they're all I have and I can't lose them. They may not be the little boys I remember but they're still my boy's. I love them and I want to help them. Lucifer showed me what happened to Sam in the cage. I can only imagine what else they've been through. After seeing that...I kind of don't want them to leave my sight ever again. I mean, hearing what those boy's have been through is one thing but actually seeing it...that cage, it was unimaginable. I want to be around to make sure nothing like that ever happens again. I know I'm only human and there are things I can't control but I'll at least be there to hold their hands", explained Mary emotionally.
Cas nodded in understanding, "If it means anything, I can tell having you around has a profoundly positive effect on Sam and Dean".
"Thanks Castiel and thank you for being there for them when I wasn't", smiled Mary.
"Can I ask you something Castiel? About Sam's vision? This is something that has happened before?", asked Mary.
"Yes, when the yellow eye'd demon came into Sam's nursery years ago, he bled into Sam's mouth. The demon blood in Sam caused him to develop certain psychic abilities. He used to get visions regularly. Premonitions of things that would happen. I believe Sam's abilities have been dormant for quite a few years now though", explained Cas.
Memory ignored the twinge of guilt at hearing details of the consequences of the deal she had made. Jolting her from her thoughts, Dean, Sam and Gabriel walked into the kitchen.
"So, what's the plan?", asked Mary.
"We're gonna stick it out here", announced Gabriel.
"Yeah, we're not completely safe anywhere but here is our best bet. We just need to take some extra precautions and be prepared if the British Men of Letter's decide to show up", added Dean. Sam didn't seem satisfied with the plan but was going along with it.
Mary, for the millionth time since being brought back, wished life was different for her boys. She wished they'd been able to live a pain-free existence away from the chaos of the world most people weren't aware of. But this was her children's lives and they seemed to accept that. She would too and she'd help them in any way she could.
The bunker was pretty much on lock down. None of it's residents were leaving it and they planning to make sure no one entered it either. Dean was in the war room, teaching Lily how to play cards. Gabriel was in the war room too, subtly changing Lily's card in order to make sure she beat Dean, much to Dean's displeasure. Cas was binge watching netflix, which had gotten a bad habit of his. Mary was in the kitchen, reheating leftovers with Sam getting the plates together.
Having to lay low in the bunker had led to Sam, Dean, Cas, Mary, Gabriel and Lily falling into an almost normal family dynamic. They still researched and worked to protect the bunker but they couldn't hunt and for once they weren't fighting. Instead they developed a comfortable routine of enjoying each other's company. Even Dean, who was usually tearing his hair out at being stuck in the bunker for too long, seemed pretty content.
The group couldn't get too comfortable though. It felt like there was an axe hanging above there head's that could drop at any given moment. Hiding out in the bunker wasn't a permanent solution. They needed a plan to beat Lucifer and avoid the clutches of the British Men of Letter's. For now though, they were okay with relaxing a little, even if it was only for a few days.
After eating the leftovers, Sam made his way to his room. Sleep was still being an issue for Sam but he was tired now and he decided to take any opportunities he could get to sleep considering he wasn't doing much of it at night.
Climbing into his bed, Sam quickly fell asleep.
Sam woke abruptly. The wailing sound of an alarm echoed through the bunker and red lights flashed throughout.
Sam stood to attention instantly, grabbing his weapons and running to the last place he'd seen his family.
In the war room, Dean, Cas, Mary and Gabriel were all unconscious on the floor. There was a strange symbol on the wall. It wasn't an angel banishing symbol but it looked somewhat similar and was drawn in blood. Sam didn't recognize the symbol but he guessed that it was some sigil that was responsible for his families unconcious states.
He wanted to run to them, make sure they were okay but he had to settle on taking solice from the even and regular rise and fall of their chests because Arthur Ketch was carrying a squirming Lily, who was wearing the strange cuff he'd seen in the vision, out of the bunker. Taking another glance at the figures on the floor to reassure himself that they were all alive, Sam sprinting after the British Man.
Ketch and Lily were only just outside the bunker when Sam caught up to them. Ketch quickly put Lily in the car and a fight broke out between Sam and Ketch. Desperate to rescue Lily, Sam was determined and he was a Winchester. So no matter how well trained and ruthless Ketch was, Sam currently had the upper hand. He dodged blows from Ketch and landed several forceful punches that incapacitated him.
Sam turned to retrieve Lily from the car, so failed to see Ketch pulling out a golden knuckle duster from his jacket. Before Sam could successfully free Lily, a painful blow hit his head. Sam tried to regain himself, turning to fight Ketch but Sam had been slowed by the blow of the heavy object. Once again, Ketch forcefully slammed his knuckle duster clad fist into Sam's face. This time with more force as Sam swayed from the blow of the unforgiving weapon. Ketch hit Sam a third time and Sam knew this time, he was out.
He felt his body grow heavy and his legs begin to buckle. Sam could feel his uncooperative body descending to the floor just as blackness started to infect his vision until conciousness evaded him completely.
Sam's body thumped to the ground painfully.
For Sam, there was only darkness
