At the End of Sacrifice
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Derek stares up at the dark sky and on cue he sees millions of falling stars.
No. Not stars. Angels.
He sees the angels falling towards the earth, their grace detaching from their backs like great big wings. Its beautiful and horrible exactly what he needs to see before he starts the Camaros' engine and drives away from the McCall household and Beacon Hills all together.
Isaac and Jackson sleep soundly in the back seat, leaning against one another as Scott rattles off about the impending wasted summer yet, all Derek can think of is the end of the world all over again. The apocalypse a few years ago may have been hindered but it had never truly ended. The Winchester's would always wind up in that garden full of death and roses, Dean Winchester will always die beneath Lucifer's feet. It's a wake up call more than anything. Derek needs to get the ball rolling needs to find the Doctor now before he and the pack are swallowed up by the impending doom fated to befall all over again.
It isn't enough that Derek has seen multiple near Armageddon. He's dealt with the year that never was, the hell mouth opening, the Dark Lord's all before the fire during that summer with Stiles. He knows the way the games does. The hero rising up and saving the day. But this was the true end. The world was going to be swallowed up and Lucifer would somehow be set free from the cage. No matter what the Winchester's would do now would inevitably lead them there. They always wind up at the end of the world and both would die-Dean by Lucifer's hand and Sam from the possession.
"So many stars." Scott stares out the window, eyes opened wide and dreamy as he stares upward. "I've never seen so many falling stars."
"They aren't stars." Derek whispers, mindful of the sleeping teenagers in the back seat. The image of a thousand tiny balls of light seem to smear against the window glass beside him as the car moves on the dark road. "They're angels."
"Angels?" Scott pushes away from the window and stares at Derek. "Like Weeping Angels?"
"No." Derek says. "Well not technically. Not yet." He slows the car to a stop at a red light. It begins to rain. "Somethings happened in heaven and the angels were thrown out of it."
"Thrown out of-you mean those are all fallen angels?" Scott's brows furrow and his face is nothing but angry shock. He points to the glimmering balls of light in the far distance. "God threw the angels out of heaven?"
"No. I'm sure it was something else that did it. I don't really know much about it."
"Why do you know anything at all?"
"Well I know the bit that I know because I was and am there."
"Are and am? Damn it. Is this another time travel fixed point in time thing? I hate that stuff!" Scott crosses his arms like a petulant child. He really is sick of it, Derek realizes as he eases the car to go one the light turns green. "You're there now. In heaven or something?"
"No. I'm not in heaven, no one human and alive is in heaven." Derek shakes his head. "It's complicated."
"How complicated?"
"Well, for me right now I'm watching it happen from here but, back then I was with Stiles in Cambridge when it happened."
Derek can remember the cold shock, the terror as he watched people falling from the sky and, with a sickening smack of all too familiar flesh and bone, break upon meeting the ground. It's all too horrible, seeing it back then up close the angels falling and dying human without their grace. One of the angels had landed closely, looked at Derek and Stiles like it recognized them.
Thrown out of heaven, it said, the scribe.
Its happening to a version of himself right now and somehow it makes it worse. Derek wonders again, why the Doctor hadn't tried to stop it. Fixed points in time aside, this was heaven, these were angels. Couldn't the Doctor have done something-anything to help them?
No. Derek tells himself. Otherwise the apocalypse wouldn't start-up again and then the universe would collapse in on itself. I hate fixed points in time.
"Do they have anything to do with us driving out-of-town? Why didn't Boyd come with us?" Scott leans back into his seat, dark eyes straying to the angels falling, his eyes sad.
"Because Boyd...has a destiny." Derek says.
"A destiny? What? Is he gonna be some big time hero?"
Yes. Derek doesn't say. Yes, he's going to save the town once the croatoan spreads. He saves your mother, the sheriff and a good handful of kids. No more than that, but he'll save as many as he can and he'll be a hero.
But the others aren't supposed to be there. Derek knows that much, that he, Scott, Isaac and Jackson are nowhere near Beacon Hills when it happens.
The road is long, lonely and dark. It's only fitting that the black camaro is alone on the road, cloaked like everything else in darkness as the angels fall. The car passes a sign he hardly glances, he's seen it twice already.
Leaving Beacon Hills. Come Back Soon.
No thanks, Derek thinks and wonders if he actually means it.
So...Supernatural feels in here. The angels are falling, the season finale it's all compliant for the most part. The part about Lucifer and what happened in 2014 well...that is just a bit of a headcanon I have for the series finale (because Kripke might just screw us all over at the final episode of season 10 and as we all know the show ends forever at season 10 or so I hear. Gawd...I can't even...)
Also, sorry for taking forever, this one is just super hard to write. Anyway, next we find our four heroes looking for the Doctor. This chapter happens before chapter 5 Impossible Future, obviously. Any chapters here will not be a jumbled mess of timelines. It will follow this one and be consistent. Derek wants to find Stiles and to find Stiles he has to find the Doctor. Boyd was supposed to stay behind because it's all fixed timelines and destiny. Yadda yadda yadda. See you all in the next chapter. No flames please.