Lucifer's Angel
Part 10: Fly Away
by: Yaya
Summary: And in their hearts they fear your demands, you know their minds won't accept you they'll never understand …
"You want to tell me what the hell that was?" Dean inquired. It's been over an hour and Sam had finally calmed down. Dean's breathing had finally let up, and they were now just sitting on the road, the Impala doors wide open and waiting. "Hm? You want to share here kiddo?" Dean didn't want to be harsh, but enough was enough. This wasn't the first time Sam dreams and wakes up screaming bloody murder, frankly Dean was starting to tire of the situation. Monsters he could handle, give him a salt loaded shotgun and he can deal with any sonofabitch that was either dead or undead. But this situation with Sam was out of his league, and it scared him more than the things that went bump in the night.
"My dad used to train me for long hours, try to turn me into this perfect little soldier. I didn't want to, but I couldn't say 'no' either." Sam's hands started to shake as the memories of his childhood came flooding back. Those odd nights where his dad would get creative, and Sam was forced to endure countless days in hurt and fear.
"Yeah, well so did my dad. You don't see me freaking out." Dean said with purposeful malice. He felt there was more to this than daddy issues, and he needed it out now before his rendezvous with his father and sister. "So, he was a bastard. So what. You take what he gave you and you use it, you bury those scared little boy feelings deep down, and you push forward."
Sam stared at Dean in disbelief, "you don't know what he's done." It came out shaky and broken, but Dean ignored it. Tried not to crumble under Sam's broken state, he needed to be strong for the both of them. "I don't really care to know Sam. All I know is that he doesn't control you. You control you, so stand up on your own two feet and be that man!"
Sam looked drained, his face sunken in and his eyes haunted. But Dean needed to get back on the road, his family needed him. "Come on Sammy, you're stronger than this." Dean grabbed Sam's face to get the kid to look at him, "hey, you need to fight this." Sam nodded, and Dean affirmed with a nod of his own. "Good, now let's get moving. We've got monsters to kill."
"What?" Sam stared at Dean in horror.
This can't be happening, no no no no. He needed to get out, get away from Dean, as far away as possible. Sam tried his best to clear his thoughts, to keep everything and anything out. Please don't, not Dean. Please!
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John is standing by his truck, arms folded over his chest and brows furrowed. "Where the hell's your brother?" He asks Jo, who is still sitting in the passenger side of the truck. "He should've been here twenty minutes ago." John turns to his daughter and huffs out in frustration when she just shrugs.
"There!" She points out and John growls as the Impala slowly emerges from around the bend. "Who the hell..." John gasps as he notices the other man sitting in the car beside Dean. "Jo, you stay in this truck."
"What? No! Dad!" Jo reaches for the doorknob and attempts to open it when she's suddenly stopped by her father's icy, calculated stare. "Joanna Beth, you leave this truck I swear to God I will-" John needn't finish his threat. Jo snapped her mouth shut and fought desperately to keep the tears at bay.
When John turned his gaze back to the young man sitting beside his son, only one thought came to mind – you will finally burn for what you've done, Sam Campbell.
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They're going to think you're a freak, these so called friends of yours, they don't love you Sam. When they find out who you truly are, they will kill you, and then burn your body like the monster that you are. You can't trust them, Sam. You can't trust any of them.
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Sam's hands are rubbed raw with the force of rough denim against skin, Lucifer's words ring in his ears and he struggles to keep them at bay. He won't, Dean won't – Sam reassures himself. I can trust Dean. But just as Sam opens his mouth to confide in his friend, tell him the truth behind everything, his anxiety spikes and it's suddenly too hot in the Impala. "Let … let me out!" Sam shouts as he struggles to push his door open. "I need out!"
"Sam, chill. We're just going to meet my dad and sis, try and figure out what's been happening in this town." Dean turns off the ignition and turns to his friend, "my family and I, we're like investigators … of the supernatural. We're like Miami Vice meets CSI, but way cooler." Dean tries to make light of the situation, but it only seems to agitate Sam more.
"I know it's a lot to take in -" Dean is abruptly cut off by the honk of a horn. He turns his attention to his father's truck and grimaces. "Okay. Why don't you stay here and I'll just go talk to my dad. I'll only be a minute." Dean climbs out of the car and heads towards the large black truck.
"No." Sam shrinks into the seat, trying to hide his large frame from the accusatory eyes of John Winchester. "Oh, God. Please."
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Sam was splayed out on the cold, metallic table. His limbs pulled taught and pointing to all four corners of the room. It was hot and damp, and Sam could feel the cold sweat leak from every pore of his burning flesh. This place was familiar, it was the place his mother would disappear to those long nights, and she would come back different. The place where Sam witnessed first hand what his mother was being subjected to. It was the place Sam had nightmares about, and prayed he would never have to visit again. But here he lay, under his father's scrutiny and disappointment.
"I gave you a chance son. I told you if you say 'yes' all the pain would go away. I gave you everything, I am offering you everything. Why won't you accept your destiny and say 'yes'?" Lucifer growled in his son's face.
Sam's face contorted in pain as his flesh slowly burned away with the immense heat. "I don't want this, please. Please. I don't want this." Sam was reduced to tears and he could see the disgust in his father's eyes at his weakness.
"You are my son, I love you so much my boy. But you can be so ignorant and childish. You don't have a choice in this matter. For our kind to live, they have to die. Those people who claim to be righteous, clean and worthy of walking this earth, need to die. Why don't you see that?" Lucifer's cold hands touched burning skin, and Sam hissed at the sensation. "Say 'yes' son and all the pain will go away."
Sam choked out a sob as he struggled to breath against the burning flames. "No."
"Ruby!" Lucifer shouted. "Get Mary, now!" Ruby stared ominously at Sam as she vanished, and re-appeared with Mary.
"NO!" Sam shouted as he saw his mother. "She doesn't have anything to do with this. Let her be. Please!"
"Will you say 'yes'?" Lucifer asked.
"Please, love. Just say 'yes'. It'll all be better if you just say 'yes' to your father. If I could do it, so can you baby." Mary pleaded.
Sam was tired, conflicted and scared beyond measure, but he knew deep down that this was wrong. He felt that if he did this, if he obeyed his father and followed his destiny, something catastrophically bad would happen. He shook his head, "I'm sorry mommy. I can't."
Lucifer's eyes went steely red and his voice dropped an octave, "just remember son, you did this." With a flick of his wrist Mary was burning, her screams echoing through the room. Sam watched in horror as he witnessed his mother slowly fading away. "No!"
"You should have said 'yes' Sam," Lucifer nodded to Ruby and Brady. "Do with him as you wish."
They violated every inch of him, did the most unspeakable things, but Sam felt non of it. There was nothing left for him, his mother was gone, and the only pain Sam felt was the pain of guilt.
That same night when Ruby entered Sam's chamber and Sam disappeared, Lucifer didn't bother tracking him down. The plan was set in motion, it was just a matter of time before everything fell into it's rightful place.
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"Hey dad! So, what're we looking at?" Dean approached his father, he didn't miss his old man's look though. He could feel exactly what his father was thinking, but before Dean could defend his actions and explain the civilian in his car his father whipped out Samuel's Colt, and aimed it right at him.
"Um dad, what the -" Dean raised his hands in 'surrender', his mind thrown back those many years ago when he was just a boy, and his dad would wake from his nightmares.
"Get down!" John shouted, and just as quickly as Dean ducked the shot from the colt went flying towards Sam.
"Dammit!" John ran for the impala and checked the passenger seat. "Where did you go you sonofabitch?"
"Dad, what the hell?" Dean stood and stared at his dad, who was now searching the impala. He's completely lost it – Dean watched as John floundered about like a mad man.
"Dean!" Jo yelled out from the truck. "Dean! Over here."
"What the hell's gotten into dad?" Dean asks as he looks Jo over, "you look good kid."
Jo rolled her eyes at her brother, "thanks. But really, dad and I've been tracking this, take a look." Jo showed her brother the laptop screen.
"Okay. What am I looking at?" Dean searched the monitor for anything he could recognize. A bunch of weather reports, symbols and news articles flashed.
"Signs of the devil." Jo chanced a glance at her father and frowned. "Dad believes he found him. The guy that killed mom!"
"Oh-kay." Dean looked puzzled, and a bit disturbed at the thought of his dad and baby sister tracking this thing without his knowledge. Sure he was on the road, but they could've at least called.
"Dad didn't want to worry you, he figured he would call you when he had concrete evidence."
"Which you do … Okay, that still doesn't explain why dad shot at me-" It suddenly dawned on Dean, the lost boy, shy and innocent, scared and withdrawn, it was him. "sonofabitch!"
"What?" Jo asked.
"Sam."
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"Come again?" But Jo felt him before seeing him, and she whirled around and found her self face to face with her childhood friend, and her worst nightmare. "Sam?"
Sam stood in front of John Winchester's truck, his face pensive and heartbroken. "You look beautiful Jo," Sam whispered.
Jo continued to stare at Sam through the glass, she grimaced as she noticed Sam's mouth moving, as if he were talking to her, but she couldn't make out what he was saying.
"Hey there Sam." Dean called out, his voice beguiling his true feelings towards the young man who was the reason for his family's grief. You deceitful son of a bitch – Dean cursed as he approached Sam like he would a scared animal.
"So, you got something you wanna tell me?" Dean asked, his footsteps falling soft on the concrete ground. "Like why the hell we keep bumping into each other, hmm?"
"Fate I guess." Sam answered bleakly. When he first laid eyes on Jo the memories came flooding back, and his destiny was once again at play.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me you were Sam Campbell?" Dean took an angry step towards Sam.
"Apparently I'm supposed to kill you Dean."
"Come again," Dean frowned at his friend.
"Yeah, apparently it's my destiny. Kill the Winchesters and become ruler of this land, so on and so forth." Sam waved his hands like he were performing a Shakespearean play.
"I guess I didn't want to tell you. I really like you Dean. You're a good friend." Sam looked sad, this isn't what he wanted, non of it. But his father and every other force was obviously hell bent on making sure Sam reached his 'destiny'.
"Yeah, right. You know you're a real grade A-asshole Sam! You think I'm buying this crap from you?"
Sam shrugged, "no. But I don't expect you to. You were always kind of … well, slow." Sam cocked his head to the side, eyes scrutinizing Dean, "don't get why I have to kill you."
Sam turned his gaze towards John, who was now in the trunk of the impala. "Your dad on the other hand, well he's just a pain in the ass." Sam smirked. "And kind of pathetic too. A dog with a bone." Sam's eyes flashed red as he turned his gaze back to Dean.
Dean instinctively took a step back, "what the hell?" This guy wasn't the Sam he met and grew to become friends with, this wasn't the Sam he adopted as a brother he never had. "Who the hell are you?" He shouted out.
Sam shrugged again, "not sure yet. But I'm pretty sure we'll all find out."
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"He's conversing! The damn kid is having a chit-chat with the enemy! Why the hell isn't he killing anyone?" Brady seethed in the back seat of Ruby's car. The three childhood friends looked on from a safe distance as the scene below slowly unfolded.
Meg rolled her eyes at Brady's insolence, "because moron it won't do anyone any good if Sam kills Dean before it's time."
"Yeah, you remember what Lucifer said. Sam just needs to say the word," Ruby turned to face Brady in the back seat, "don't worry people are going to die, all in due time." She winked.
"Yeah, well so far it's been a snooze fest. Wish he'd just say 'yes' and get if over with already." Brady huffed.
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"You know I don't blame you for hating me Dean," Sam said out of the blue. "I would hate me, hell I do hate me."
Jo watched as Sam and her brother continued to talk, she couldn't hear what was being said, but she took the opportunity to slide out the passenger seat and make her way around to the bed of the truck.
"Naughty girl," Sam snapped his fingers and a loud scream erupted from the back of the truck.
"Jo!" Dean turned to go check on his sister, but he was held fast by an invisible force. "You sonofabitch! If you've hurt her I swear-"
"What? … You'll kill me? Some how I doubt that." Sam's hand fell to his side and he slowly approached Dean. "I would never hurt Jo." Anger and sadness flashed across Sam's features, "she's my friend. The only one who took the time to get to know me, to really include me. I wouldn't harm a hair on her head."
Dean continued to struggle against his bonds. "yeah," he spat out, "prove it then."
"Jo, sweetheart you have something you want to tell your brother?" Sam called out to the truck.
"I'm fine Dean. Just got scared. I'm fine."
"Stay there Jo! Don't come out!" Dean warned. "Okay. Now, let me go." Dean turned burning eyes on his former friend.
Sam sighed, and the invisible bonds disappeared causing Dean to fall Heavily to the hard ground.
"I really don't get why we're here. After all the years training, all the years of torture and living in constant nightmares. The smell of burning flesh, the sounds of their screams. We weren't exactly the Brady Bunch. But you would think that after all that, I would know what the end game was. That my father would tell me." Sam stared at Dean as he struggled to stand on wobbly legs. "You okay?"
"Screw you! You're a psycho Sam, a monster! You really think I'm gonna believe the crap you're spewing!" Dean wiped his bloody palms on his jeans.
" I guess not. But it's the truth." Sam looked absolutely stricken, and Dean wasn't sure whether to hate the guy or empathize with him. "I guess you are a product of your father's doing." And just as quickly Sam's expression changed to that of a snake in a rose garden.
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"He had his chance! Why did he let him go?" Brady was getting anxious.
"Calm down you idiot before you blow our cover!" Meg turned black eyes on him, "I will end you."
Ruby ignored Meg and Brady's bout with one another, and watched dubiously at Sam and Dean. What are you up to Sam?
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The impala provided the perfect cover for John, his girl was more than just a home for him and his babies, she was also a weapon, a shield that could take any hit from any kind of weapon. John stood behind her opened trunk and began to pray.
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River Grove, Oregon - 46 hours ago
John stood on the pavement in front of the abandoned building. He waited for exactly three minutes before entering.
"I'm glad you came John Winchester."
"Yeah. Well, you said it was about Ellen. Talk." John allowed himself a quick sweep of the place before settling his eyes on the angel.
"Yes. Of course John. Would you care to know where your Ellen is?" The angel tilted his head inquiringly.
"Who are you?" John's eyes squinted at the angel in suspicion.
"I'm the one who's going to kill the devil and his son. But I need your help for that."
"You're an angel, why can't you just -" John waved his hands in a 'swoosh' movement, "smite them?"
"Because it's not that easy. I'm too powerful, if I use my true visage I will wipe out half the globe, and we don't want that." The angel explained.
"Okay … so what do you want me to do?" John was beginning to get anxious. Jo was waiting for him in the truck, and he knew if he didn't get back in ten minutes she would come looking for him.
"Say 'yes'," the angel sensed the man's anxiety and he smiled inwardly at how easy this was proving to be. "Say 'yes' when I come for you."
"And then what?" John asked.
"And then John Winchester … you will have your revenge." And before John could respond, the angel was gone.
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John whirled around at the familiar fluttering sound.
"Are you ready John Winchester?" The angel inquired.
"If I do this, you're sure that Sam and his father will die? You can guarantee that my children will be safe and out of harms way?"
John needed that reassurance from the angel, he already knew what his fate would be if he allowed the angel to enter his body, and use him as a vessel. He had read it in one of Father Jim's ancient religious books. But he wouldn't be able to live with himself if anything happened to his children. If the angel didn't guarantee their safety, the whole deal was off.
"I can guarantee that Dean and Jo will be safe and out of harms way." The angel approached John and waited for the man's response.
"And Mary?" John visibly gulped as he waited for the angel's response.
"She's in heaven John waiting for your arrival." With those words John's tears flowed freely. He took one last look at his children. I'm sorry.
"Are you ready to save the world and avenge your Mary's death, John?"
"Okay." John closed his eyes and breathed in deep.
"You need to say the word John."
"Okay. … Yes."
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"Here we go!" Meg tapped her fingers on the dashboard as the white light flashed through the sky.
"Finally!" Brady laughed hysterically.
Ruby was the only one who wasn't whooping with joy, her eyes still focused on Sam and Dean. Wait, it's too early – she observed as the white light consumed John Winchester.
Ruby emerged from her car realizing the lack of one major piece to this battle – where the hell is Lucifer?
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Below Stull Cemetery – Moment's Before John Winchester Says 'Yes'
"Did you truly believe I would let you win brother?" Michael smiled impishly down at Lucifer. "Did you honestly believe I would let you have Sam Campbell, that I would allow you to become more powerful than I." His booming laughter echoed the hollow pit. "You are naïve my brother, so naïve."
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"Now, now don't look so grim. There will still be the battle of the century, of course the players will be different. Gotta have a plan B." Michael waggled his finger. "Things didn't go according to plan, but you did well by Sam. You've molded him into the perfect vessel."
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"Actually you molded him into a perfect … you." Michael reconsidered with a chuckle, "he no longer needs you to fight me. In fact you're expendable".
Lucifer was livid, how dare Michael double cross him, they had a deal! "You and me Michael! To the bloody end! How dare you!"
Michael shrugged, "sorry kid, things change. Gotta assimilate."
"Who's going to be your vessel? Last time I looked you didn't have anyone in mind." Lucifer challenged his brother.
"True. I did have Dean Winchester in mind, but he's too … what's the word? … Ah, yes. Loyal. Loyal to his sister. He would never abandon her, and I knew he would never fall for my charms. So, I went with the next best thing." Michael winked. "Never underestimate the man's desire to avenge his wife's death."
"You will pay for this Michael! I will see to it myself that you never see the light of day!" But Lucifer's threats fell on deaf ears.
"Perhaps. But you're the one locked in the cage." And with that Lucifer was left in the dark pit to seethe in his own juices, as Michael went topside to claim his prize.
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Sam watched curiously as the bright light vanished, and John Winchester approached.
"Dad? You okay?" Dean asked. His father didn't answer which worried Dean more. "Dad?"
"Not your dad." Sam responded, and slowly took a step back and away from the man that haunted his dreams. "I know you."
"That you do Sam." The man approached, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"I know you," Sam backed away even further. "You're-"
"Michael, yes I know perfectly well who I am. Now, let's get past the formalities shall we."
"Dad?" Dean was trying hard to wrap his head around what was happening, instead he felt like one of those people from the Twilight Zone. "Dad?"
Michael sighed in exasperation, "no. Not dad. Michael. You're dad is gone. Went to the spirit in the sky. Probably drinking Mojitos with his wife. Now, can we kindly move on!" Michael returned his gaze to Sam and watched in disappointment at the scared boy in front of him.
"Well, this is anti-climatic."
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The three friends slowly made their way to where the Winchesters and Sam were congregating.
"What the hell is going on down there?" Meg asked as they got closer.
"Not sure. But something's off." Ruby responded, keeping her eyes peeled for anything suspicious.
"This doesn't look like the awesome apocalyptic battle we were promised." Brady whined.
"Honestly Brady you can be such a child sometimes." Meg exasperated.
"Whatever."
"No. Brady's right. I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be more..." Ruby made a bomb-going-off-gesture with her hands. "This is just … nothing."
"Maybe Lucifer is waiting for Sam to do something?" Meg inquired skeptically.
"No. Something is definitely off. Come on." Ruby, Meg and Brady made their way down the road and towards Sam and the Winchesters.
Jo was still hiding behind the truck, but she had peeked over several times to see what was happening. Her father was acting really strange and she could tell that Dean was agitated, she wanted to go to him but he gave her an order, so she held back and watched.
Sam continued to stare at Michael, he couldn't put his finger on it, but the thing inside the man felt so familiar, like Sam had met him before. "What are you?" Sam chanced. "I've met you before. .. I've seen you before."
"That you have son." And with that the sky cracked with a loud and angry roar as Michael spread his massive wings. Everything went dark as the angel cloaked the sky with them.
"Oh my God!" Sam gasped in wonderment. "You're the archangel!" He couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face, "finally!" Sam stared at the angel's wings with such endearment it threw Michael off for a moment.
Interesting - the angel observed, not exactly what I was expecting. Should make my job a lot easier, though.
Sam's mind was whirling with excitement and questions for the magnificent being, everything around just seemed to have disappeared leaving him cloaked in the archangel's divine presence.
"Well, isn't this just adorable." Jo and Dean turned their shocked gazes away from the angel and stared just as shocked at the three friends coming towards them. "We had a deal Michael. You weren't to take this body until Lucifer took Sam's" Meg spat out.
"Meg?" Jo recognized her childhood friend, the meat-suit might be different, but she could recognize that tone and attitude instantly.
"Hey there Jo. Long time no see. You look good." Brady winked at the dumfounded blond hiding behind the truck.
"Brady? … Ruby?" Dean took a step back and towards his sister. This situation was getting out of hand and Dean didn't want to be anywhere near this place when all hell breaks loose.
"Jo we need to shag ass. Now!" Dean whispered, as he grabbed his sister's arm and yanked her up. Both siblings took volant steps backwards, and towards the impala. Once they were safe inside the car, they allowed their bodies to release the tremors, both shaking and breathing heavy as their minds desperately tried to piece together what was unfolding before their eyes.
"Oh my God! What about dad?" Jo screamed out. "We can't just leave him there!"
"Dad's gone Jo." Dean had his eyes glued to his father's back, anger slowly rising from his fists, hot blood pumping through his veins so fast it made him dizzy. "He's gone."
"What do you mean, he's gone? Dean we have to go back there!" Jo punched Dean square in the arm. "Dean!"
But all he did was rev up the impala's engines, back her up to make a sharp U-turn and drive towards safety, and away from their father.
Jo stared on in disbelief at her brother, how could they just leave their father? What the hell is wrong with you? - But all Jo could do at the moment was cry silent tears for their loss.
To Be Continued...