Chapter 11

Sarah and Bobby searched frantically in every book Bobby had. She tried calling both boys cell phones but it always went to voice mail.

"Ah!" Sarah yelled after trying Dean for the umpteenth time. "I can't take this!" She then got up from the couch and grabbed her bag.

"Where do you think you are going?" Bobby asked gruffly.

"To find some answers."

"How?"

"By asking the one person who might know what's going on."

Sarah pulled up to Chuck's house that night and without stopping walked in his front door. She walked in to see Dean & Cas with Chuck in the kitchen.

"But you guys aren't supposed to be there. You're not in this story." Chuck said.

"Yeah, well…" Cas started, then glanced at Dean, "We're making it up as we go."

The room began rumbling and a bright white light began to fill the room.

"Aw, man! Not again!" Chuck yelled.

"It's the archangel!" Cas yell. "I'll hold him off! I'll hold them all off! Just stop Sam!"

"Dean!" Sarah yelled as Cas touched Dean's forehead, transporting him away. "What is going on?"

"Sarah, you should not be here." Cas said as he turned to the light. Chuck stood by Cas's side. "We have to fight the angels."

Before she could do or say anything, she was flung against the wall and everything went black.

Sam and Dean slowly walked around Chucks trashed living room, taking in the damage. Suddenly Chuck appeared and hit Sam in the head with a plunger.

"Geez! Ow!" Sam yelled.

"Sam?" Chuck asked.

"Yeah!"

"Hey, Chuck." Dean said.

"So… you're okay?" Chuck asked.

"Uh…" they hear under a pile of debris. Dean quickly started to move things to reveal Sarah.

"Sarah?!" Dean said helping her sit up. "You okay?"

"Uh… Yeah… I'll live." She said as Dean helped her stand up. "What about you two?"

"Yeah, Sam… you okay?" Chuck asked.

"Well, my head hurts." Sam said confused.

"No, I mean… I mean, my… my last vision." Chuck stammered. "You went like, full on Vader. Your body temperature was one-fifty. Your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black."

"Your eyes went black?" Dean asked still helping to keep Sarah standing.

"I didn't know." Sam said looking over his shoulder at Dean.

"Where's Cas?" Dean asked.

"He's dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry." Chuck said.

"You're sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something. You remember anything Sarah?" Dean asked. She shook her head.

"Oh, no. He, like, exploded." Chuck said, "like a water balloon of chunky soup."

Sam took a closer look at Chuck and waved a hand at Chuck's ear. "You got a…"

"Uh… right here?" chuck asked waving a hand by his right ear. Sam indicated his other ear. Chuck touched his hair and pulled something out. "Is that a molar? Do I have a molar in my hair? This has been a really stressful day."

"Cas, you stupid bastard." Dean growled.

"Stupid? He was trying to help us." Sam defended.

"Yeah, exactly." Dean said.

"So, what now?" Sam asked.

"I don't know." Dean answered.

"How about a doctor? I think I broke some things." Sarah said still sounding a little out of it.

"Oh, crap." Chuck muttered frightened.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I can feel them." Chuck answered.

"Thought we'd find you here." Zachariah said behind them. They all turned around at his voice.

Dean pointed at Zachariah then said, "You just keep your distance, asshat."

"You're upset." Zachariah said nonchalantly.

"Yeah. A little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!" Dean growled.

"Maybe we let it happen. We didn't start anything." Zachariah replied. "Right, Sammy?" he added, then winked at Sam. "You had a chance to stop your brother and you couldn't. So let's not quibble over who started what. Let's just say it was… all our faults and move on. 'Cause like it or not… it's Apocalypse Now. And we're back on the Same team."

"Is that so?" Dean asked.

"You want to kill the devil." Zachariah stated pointing to Dean then he said, "We want to kill the devil," while pointing to himself. "It's… synergy."

"And I'm just supposed to trust you?" Dean questioned. "Cram it with walnuts, ugly."

"This isn't a game, son." Zachariah said angrily. "Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast… before he finds his vessel."

"His vessel? Lucifer needs a meatsuit?" Sam asked.

"He is an angel. Them's the rules." Zachariah answered. "And when he touches down, we're talking Four horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies. The greatest hits. You can stop him, Dean, but you need our help."

"You listen to me, you two faced douche." Dean said holding Sarah closer. "After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!"

"You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?" Zachariah said very angry. He then saw Dean's unused hand was bleeding, "You're bleeding."

"Oh, yeah… a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." Dean said cheekily before tossing Sarah at Sam, pulling a rolling door closer that had some sigils on it in blood. Then in that Same movement, he slapped his bloody palm on it and all the angels in the room vanished in a white light.

"Learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch." Dean said.

"This sucks ass." Chuck complained.

"Um… Dean… we should get Sarah to a doctor." Sam said as he picked her up because she was now unconscious.

"Hey." Dean said as Sam walked in the motel room.

"Hey." Sam replied closing the door. He pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it to Dean. "Here, hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter."

"Where'd you get it?" Dean asked examining it.

"I made it."

"How?" Dean asked still looking at the bag.

Sam hesitated long enough for Dean to look up at him. "I… I learned it from Ruby."

Dean put it down and approached Sam. "Speaking of, how you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?"

"It's weird. Uh, tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shake, no fever. It's like whoever… put me on that plane, cleaned me right up."

"Supernatural methadone." Dean replied.

"Yeah, I guess… Dean…"

"Sam." Dean said flatly, turning away. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything."

"Well, that's good. Because what can I even say? 'I'm sorry?' 'I screwed up?' Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right…"

"So why do you keep bringing it up?" Dean yelled. Sam sighed and Dean turned back around to look at Sam, "Look, all I'm saying is, why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it." Sam nodded. "Alright, so say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?"

"We'd, uh, figure out where the thing is." Sam said.

"Alright, so we just got to find… the devil." Dean said looking over at Sarah's sleeping face.