Three cars make their way up to the Vortex. The hunters along with Castiel and Crowley disembark and have a look around the tourist trap. The strange, slanted home is deserted and the curving forests also seem void of life. Dean and Sam lead the way around the house and ticket area. They quickly split into groups and double sweep the area. Not even Crowley nor Castiel are able to catch even a whiff of any other demons in the area.
"I thought you said that there were at least fifty other demons around here, Crowley," Dean says, sounding and looking a little rattled.
"And I wasn't lying, but it seems as though they have all picked up camp."
"That would be terrible. We would have no way of tracking them further," Cas points out.
"No," Liz asserts. "Bill is around here. This place has a strong connection to Gravity Falls, where he was defeated by the Pines family after he tried taking over the world in that dimension."
The four regulars on the show all turn to her and regard her with surprise.
"We found an all-knowing mailbox on our way here. Long story, but long story short, the man behind the mailbox has posts all over the multiverse where observes things and gains knowledge. He likes to share what he learns and he told us that Bill is here. He's looking for a sword that will grant him god-like powers, and it's trapped in a pocket dimension that only be reached through the Vortex."
"Stop sounding like such a nerd," Roberta calls from the tilted Vortex house. "Besides, I think I might have found something!"
"But we already checked that place," Dean huffs.
"Come on man, let's at least check the place out once more. See what she thinks she found," Sam whispers to his brother. He trots off in that direction.
Once inside the house, Roberta points out a small, keyhole-looking drawing on the wall. Sam leans in to inspect it.
"I know it just looks like a little scribble, but when my fingers got close to it, the air became all fuzzy around it and I felt really cold," Roberta explains.
"Let me have a look at that sweet cheeks," Crowley says lazily and arrogantly as he waltzes into the house. Roberta throws him an angry look at being interrupted by the demon and for having her Sammy time stolen from her.
"Don't start calling me nicknames, or anything like that. We aren't chummy," she says testily.
"Of course not, love, wouldn't dream of it," the king of hell responds as he idly inspects the drawing. He waves his hand in front of it and the air blurs a little. "Ah, now this is a little tricky. You got lucky there girl-"
"My name is Roberta!"
"Whatever. Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by Ms. Tight Panties over here, this is an extremely well hidden doorway to another place. Only someone with real power and knowledge in such things would have recognized this place instantly for what it was. Also, you need some real juice to get it open. But it shouldn't be a problem for me," Crowley gloats.
He presses his hand against the drawing and a dark hole rips open. The gang can see a world beyond the portal, where everything except for the rocky ground seems to be made of colored glass. Large tree and shrubs with sharp leaves and branches rise into a twilight sky.
"Ladies first," Crowley gestures.
"Then right after you," Dean says with a smirk.
Crowley scowles, but Dean waves him on. With eye rolling and grumbling, the king of hell enters and the rest follow. Once castiel brings up the rear, the portal closes and is replaced by black door in a bloodred doorframe, with a bright, white jewel acting as the eyehole for the door. The girls admire the door for a little bit while Sam gives it a slight nudge with his foot.
"It seems really steady," he replies.
"This place gives me the major creepo vibes," Dean complains. "And you were right Roberta, it is really cold in here."
"Then we should press on and see if we can find Bill," Castiel reminds them.
The group makes their way through the greenery, careful not to cut themselves on the jagged glass. Not too far into the colored glass woods, they emerge into a clearing and find Bill floating over a large stone with a large sword that looks like it has been thrust into the ground, through the stone. Bill turns to them and regards them for a moment.
"Nice work getting past my little army back there. And those knights! You know guys, trying to replace the Knights of Hell is a tricky business! But for your efforts, I think I'll give you a prize: You can watch me conquer Gravity falls before I take off your heads and use them as paper weights and coat hangers! Hahahaha!"
Bill grasps the handle of the sword and swings it out of the rock. The blade itself is easily six feet long and slightly curved, with a vicious groove opening halfway up the edge, like a hungry mouth. The sword glows with red light, but it is so brilliant that the heroes have to look away for fear of being blinded. The light dims as Bill continues.
"Okay boys, round them up!"
No less than forty demons surround the group with guns pointed at their heads.
"Bring them closer so they can see what I am about to do."
The six are all disarmed and roughly pushed forward. Bill is laughing maniacally as he sweeps the sword is wide arc over their heads. They all cringe reflexively.
"Very good," Bill commends. "If this sword pierces your flesh, it will shear away your soul and more completely kill you than any angel blade or Colt ever could! Now, watch my victory unfold! And then you CW beauties will wish you weren't so beautiful, because I am going to crunk you up! Hahahaha!"
Bill spins around with another cut of the sword He splits the very sky before them. The air parts to reveal a valley at sunset. Cliffs in the distance look like a UFO smashed through them. A small town is sprawled out before the group. The darkening sky over Gravity Falls is lit up with a strange emblem hovering over the town. But Bill at first doesn't notice. He turns back to the Supernatural gang and continues to gloat.
"This right here is called a Dawn Shard. A powerful weapon from the world of Roshar. It contains part of Tanavast's soul, but here, in this place it has soaked up other powers, granting me abilities the Almighty and Chuck never even had! I am unstoppable with this!"
Bill turns back to Gravity Falls and now sees what is going on in the sky. He looks shocked.
"No, no, no, no, no! You poor excuse for a failed deity! I thought I sealed you away for good! And it appears as though you are right in the middle of the ritual that will return you to full strength… Well, we can't have that, NOW CAN WE?"
Bill shoots a beam of power from his free hand and hits the High School in the distance.
"Hahahaha! Take that you pathetic knock off of Quetzalcoatl!" Bill lowered the Dawn Shard and then chuckles quietly. "You know what? I think I will let the Pines have this one victory and take down Ichi-kiss-butt-kicks, before I kill them. That way, I can sheer the souls of your legs off and you can sit on your butts and watch me conquer EVERYTHING!"
While Bill is talking, Dean has been wiggling on the spot. He gives Sam a knowing look and then two flash grenades drop out of his pants. Sam's expression goes from surprised, to impressed, then to exasperated. Dean ducks down, grabbing the grenades' pins and yells out, "shut your eyes!"
The gang all squeeze their eyes shut, but Bill and his minions, like every quintessential villain, don't listen and are blinded. Everyone then flies into action with the girls and brothers wrestling away guns from their captors and begin mowing down demons with angelic-blade bullets. Castiel charges through the crowd of demons, burning them with his grace. Crowley hides himself.
"Arg! That does it! I've been blinded for the last time," Bill screams.
The ground beneath the heroes lurches and they all begin to fly upwards with Bill, who increased his size to that of a two story house. The Dawn Shard vanishes in a burst of blue flames. The ground the Winchesters and friends, including Crowley (who was magically summoned by Bill back to the fight in another burst of blue fire) find themselves atop a platform of stone, shaped into Lucifer's head, complete with smiling face and top hat.
"Eat nightmares you poorly written characters of fantasy!"
Bill zaps them all with his power and their nightmares become reality:
Sam screams as he is tickled by three clown. They wrestle him to the ground and slowly pull out butcher knives to carve the Winchester up.
Dean finds himself strapped to a rocket chair and is hurled around in the air. Suddenly the belt comes undone and he barely holds on for dear life, paralyzed with fear.
Crowley is dressed in a shaggy dog costume with a bone in his mouth and with a leash around his throat. Lucifer is holding the other end and begins to beat Crowley mercilessly.
Castiel kneels before the bleeding bodies of Sam and Dean, utterly transfixed and unable to see what else is going on around him. He tries to heal them, but his grace is slipping out of him through hundreds of small, painful cuts.
Roberta finds herself face to face with a pudgy cat in a splendid vest and bowler hat, spinning a cane and saying, "'Ello, 'ello, 'ello, who crike for a stick in the pudding?" The cat begins to poke her in the ribs with its walking stick.
"IIIEEEEEE! It's everything I've ever feared!"
Liz gets zapped with Bill's power and she finds herself in the six arms of a five foot long, hairy moth with moldy looking wings. Liz is so paralyzed with fear she that she is unable to scream as the moth lifts her off the platform.
Bill continues to laugh gleefully as he watches their pain unfold. Suddenly a man drops into the middle of the platform with such force that the ground cracks and he leaves a small crater underneath himself. The man looks like something rotting is trying to claw its way out of his flesh. The man's left arm has burst open with large globs of flesh as large as his torso, tinted green and black. A putrid smell surrounds the man. His eyes are glowing a dull red from deep within his skull. A tongue like a live snake with three separate jaws waves in the air. With a gurgled word, the platform speeds back to the ground and nightmares end. Once they all land with a jolt, the strange man waves his good hand and blue flames erupt around around him and coalesce into the Dawn Shard.
"Huh? How did you do that," Bill says in horrified awe.
"You are pesky, little demon," the man responds in wet and slurred voice. "I shall enjoy devouring you."
"Not a chance you living garbage heap!"
"I am an Abomination. My will cannot be denied."
Bill shakes himself and responds, "No, you aren't an abomination. More of a freak. Look, my gang could use some extra hands, there is an open slot with your name on it. Whad'ya say?"
The man leaps forward and nearly cleaves Bill in two with the Dawn Shard. Bill just barely dodges, but the flesh coming out of the man's arm stretches and like a formless hand snags Bill and pins him down. He raises the sword and then get blasted in the side of the head by some unseen power. The Abomination loses its grip on Bill and flies to the side.
"No, Bill," a voice says through the glass forest. "That thing will never join you. It only desires to take you apart, use you, and eat you. Isn't that right Abomination?"
A venomous hiss answers.
The whole gang crowds close together as they see demons running frantically out of the glass woods, chased by people who were once human. These beings' faces are melted and dull red eyes shine through the goupy string that were once their eyes. Whenever one gets a hold of a demon, the demon's soul is ripped bloodily out of the vessel and flows into the now shapeless mouth of the things.
"What the," Liz begins.
"Hell," Dean finishes in horror.
The new creatures are almost upon them when arrows come flying out from the glass forest and pierce them, causing them to light on fire. They shriek like dying cattle as they roll around on the ground in pain. The Abomination screams and charges.
The voice speaks again, "To answer your rhetorical question Bill, this thing used the same concept as Vanishing Spells from Harry Potter and drew the Dawn Shard from the place of nothingness and everywhere where you banished it to while dealing with the Winchesters. Once again, your cat-like tendency to play with your food has led to your defeat."
A cloaked figure bursts in storm of shattered glass from the forest, a gleaming sword with red lightning spilling out like a monsoon storm. Dawn Shard and Tscheapwhetzar blade meet in a series of violent blows. Shockwaves of power and air hit the group, knocking them to the ground. Sam pulls Roberta closely for safety, as Dean shields Liz. Castiel squints at the spectacle and says over the noise, "These two beings are not from this world."
"Congratulations Sherlock, you have stated the obvious," Crowley responds sarcastically.
The Tscheapwhetzar summons a needle into his hand with the red lightning running around him like string. The needle flies from his hand singing, "sew, sew, sew" stitching up the rift Bill cut to open up Gravity Falls. More lightning formed a hand and held the Abomination in place as the Tscheapwhetzar expertly leveled his sword at the thing's neck and thrust it in. More tainted flesh sprang from the body leaving a poor, unknown corpse behind. The swirling mass of flesh reformed itself to resemble the form of tall man with four arms. Armors seeped through the flesh and gave the Abomination more of a form,, causing him to look like a humanoid cockroach.
The Tscheapwhetzar casts the useless body aside and threw a punch behind him, causing the corrupted human to splatter away from the cloaked man.
"You are one fast spawn of a scum," the Tscheapwhetzar comments lightly and then laughs as the Abomination summons a sword similar to the Tscheapwhetzar's. It appears in a flash of purple lightning. Wielding both Dawn Shard and lightning sword, the Abomination again meets his foe.
The Abomination is skewered by blades that burst from the ground. His tongue springs forward and the Tscheapwhetzar hisses causing the muscle to turn into a real snake with long fangs. It turns on its master and pierces the armor, injecting copious amounts of venom. The snake melts into black tar that then become a multitude of hands that reach for the Tscheapwhetzar. The man throws a punch, a glowing arm the size of a building drills through the tar hands and goes straight for the Abomination, who is no longer there, but runs up right behind the cloaked warrior. His sword reacts to the attack and intercepts the incoming edge. The Tscheapwhetzar then catches the Dawn Shard between his pointer finger and thumb.
Whistling he says, "Woosh! That was a close call!"
He is kicked in the head and sent right into the glass forest with such force that dozens of trees and bushes are shattered. The glass shards glow and become a multitude of butterflies. Liz continues to shudder at the sight. The butterflies disperse poisons into the air and some shoot lasers from their wings blasting the Abomination back even further and rending his armor. They begin to fly around in a fast circle and become a colorful tornado that speeds after the Abomination. It tries to jump out of the way, but the Tscheapwhetzar whispers, "Danku." The vile creature is stopped long enough by an invisible barrier and is then swept away by the butterflies.
The cloaked man then shoved his sword point first into the ground. A shock waves blasts from him and red ribbons of power twist artistically around him reaching up to the twilight sky. The Tscheapwhetzar raises both his hands and makes a twisting motion as though he is ringing out a wet rag. He then whips his left hand to the side and mist appears to form the Dawn Shard. It drops into his hand, wet with condensation. The blade erupts with blinding light, and everyone except for the Tscheapwhetzar shies away from it.
"I can't understand it," Cas says in amazement, shielding his eyes. "This power… I can feel it dimming my own light and grace. It makes no sense!"
"But how can that be," Sam aks in bewilderment. "You're an angel. A heavenly being… Couldn't only God shine brighter?"
"Didn't Bill say something about the powers of that sword being greater than the Almighty," Liz asks.
"But if that is true, and I'm inclined to say that it is, how can this man so easily hold on to it," Castiel replies trying to look at the Tscheapwhetzar.
Two ogres made of stone rise up from the ground next to the Tscheapwhetzar. They raise their arms and begin to chant in gravelly voices and storm clouds begin to form overhead. The cloaked man grabs up his other sword, raising both in a bizarre fighting stance. Black, dragon wings sprout from his back and with a mighty heave they propel him toward the tornado. He crashes into it and the butterflies disperse. The others catch a glimpse of the two, strange being now exchanging blows. The Tscheapwhetzar wields two swords while the Abomination uses a sword, spear, and long knife, all glowing different colors.
"The look on your faces would make a wonderful postcard for this place," Bill says right next to the heroes.
They all turn to see him painting a large, canvas picture of their faces. However, their bodies look some grotesque nightmare of rotting flesh stitched to junk. A sun is dying in the background.
"I think I've really captured the essence of this place," Bill continues.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here you son of a-" Dean begins to say.
"Woah, watch it there Deanna! There might be children reading this," Bill says, cutting him off. The pocket universe become incredibly dark with the storm clouds now completely formed. The only real life now come from lightning strikes and the flashes of magic where the two super-powered creatures are fighting.
"It appears I won't get my vengeance right now," Bill mourns. "That part of my contract is up… So I'll just keep you six company as we enjoy the show!"
He summons a glass with an odd beverage into into hands and sips it through his eye.
Disgusted, Sam inquires, "What do you mean by 'contract'?"
"I wouldn't talk to this levitating, demonic dorito if I were you, Sammy," Dean seeths. "He has been the cause of too many deaths to count and he tried to kill us!"
"Yes, Dean, but I want to know why!" Sam hesitates and then continues, "And if he isn't going to attack us, then we might as well try to get something useful out of him."
"Oh yeah, because I'm all a chatter box right now," Bill responds.
Dean rolls his eyes.
"What was the point of all of this," Roberta asks.
"What!? Do you mean to tell me that that your brain is sooo tiny that you already forgot what that Blabbermouth wrote to the two of you," Bill reacts indignantly. "This is why the age of human enlightenment will never come to pass…"
Roberta flushes, but she presses on. "Tell me why," she growls.
"Revenge," Bill says lightly.
"But why involve us," she continues.
"Because it was fun! Surprise!"
Bill claps his hands and blue, transparent figures of all the friends and enemies that the brothers and friends have seen die or kill thus far on this crazy adventure begin to rise from the ground, screaming in agony.
"Hahahaha! Pain is hilarious! And you six have really helped bring the pain to this world! I played you like the sappy instruments that you are and drew you like one of my French girls. See, I even have the paintings to prove it!"
Bill produces some other paintings from behind the one he was working on. Droplets begin to fall from the sky, and the fighting continues to rage in the background. Even the ground trembles slightly. Everyone except for Crowley and Castiel immediately look away.
"Wow… Who knew sexy could look so horrifying," Crowley mutters.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Cas deadpans.
"See? I made sure that you all had the same hairy beach bodies," Bill cackles gleefully. "Ah, I think the party is about to come to its end. Just watch."
The images of the dead remain, but even they fall silent as the battle between two titans comes to a close.
The Tscheapwhetzar uses the maw part of the Dawn Shard to trap the spear and drive it into the ground. He then releases the Dawn Shard and reaches out, tearing off the fourth arm of the Abomination. It howls in pain, and then the cloaked warrior transforms the severed limb into a long, clawed, iron instrument. His eyes flashing a bright and triumphant red, he plunges the corrupted limb into the right leg of the Abomination. He quickly pulls it out, dragging silvery, thin chains from the leg's flesh. Spinning fast, the Tscheapwhetzar slices through the chains and not even a second later there is a bright flash of orange and the long knife disappears.
The Abomination now reaches with a free hand and seizes the dawn Shard. The hand is run through with small spikes that seem to protrude from the Dawn Shard. Immediately, the Abomination appears to deflate.
"You corrupted a tool of the gods," it spits.
"I do that every Wednesday night," The Tscheapwhetzar replies. "Normally right after questioning my life's decisions."
Purple tendrils of power spring forth from the Abomination and its sword. They begin to wrap around the man when his own red power shoots from him in a pillar reaching up to the storm clouds. The rain now falls in torrents as the clouds burst. Red and purple lightning mix with hot, white flashes in the sky, the ground around the two creatures begins to super heat and crack.
"I will break your hold over the Dawn Shard. I will kill you. And I will bring your blade back to my King," the Abomination snarls.
The Tscheapwhetzar laughs, "Sorry! But meeting your king in a body bag is a terrible first impression. And as you know, I have a reputation to uphold!"
The Abomination acts quickly and suddenly dislodges the spear from the ground, underneath the Dawn Shard. It pulls back and nearly scores a hit. But the Tscheapwhetzar unsheathes a small knife of his own and fire spews out and like a swarm of locusts and surrounds the Abomination, setting it ablaze. The cloaked man leaps into a frenzy and begin hacking away at the monster before him with a great fervor. A skeleton with low, glowing eyes bursts from the flames, clad in what looks like a bear skin toga. The spear and the sword still in its hands. The rain suddenly freezes the escaping figure in place and the Tscheapwhetzar jumps through the flames and wriggling, seared flesh the skeleton left behind. He then brings his sword point down through the skull and slams it into a unseen heart. For a brief moment, more chains appear. They connect the skeleton to the weapons and the charred flesh. With a bright flash, everything connected by the chains shatter. Sam and Dean catch a glimpse of two small, shimmering objects falling to the ground. The rain continues.
They all watch quietly as the victor retrieves that fell to the ground. He pockets the small items and then makes his way over to them. Sam and Dean tense. The girls can see it. Crowley shifts uncomfortably, while Castiel stares forward and contemplates the approaching man.
"What exactly are you," he asks the cloaked being.
"I am sadly something beyond your comprehension, Cas," the Tscheapwhetzar responds. "But if you must have a name, call me Dragon."
"Was it you who conquered heaven?"
"It was."
Castiel bows his head in defeat and frustration. There is no way that he can take on this being and win.
"A most excellent choice, Castiel, a most excellent choice indeed," Dragon says and pats him on the shoulder as he walks by.
"I think the Louvre would pay handsomely for those paintings Bill," he says glancing at Bill. "They are the most horrific thing they could acquire since Picasso."
Bill turns pink and gives a false laugh, "Oh look at that! You're making me blush, but do go on!"
The Tscheapwhetzar waves his hand as though he's getting smoke out of his face and the ghost disappear. Dragon then turns his gaze to Liz and Roberta. He regards them for a moment, and then turns his eyes to some unseen horizon, as though lost in thought. He then shakes his head a little before saying, "So here we have the Winchesters. I knew that you two would make it here. Or… maybe not here perse. I wasn't entirely certain where the final battle for Supernatural would take place. Good to see that you both are still holding up after the last time we met."
"Wait… What last time," Dean demands.
Dragon turns away and gestures vaguely. "Ah, you wouldn't remember. I cut those memories away from you. But don't worry, it wasn't anything too important that I sheared away. Now, if you will follow me."
"Like hell we will," Sam protests.
Suddenly, no less than two dozen raptors wielding halberds and war bows appear around the group. The dawn Shard soars over to Dragon, who catches it lazily in one hand.
"Sorry, Sammy, but you will."
They all exit the pocket universe and return to the Vortex. Once back in the sunny afternoon Dragon leads them all over to the Impala. He pats the car and it begins purring like a cat. Dean and Roberta both jump back for a moment.
"Don't do that to my car!"
The purring stops and Dragon begins speaking, "Dean and Sam Winchester, I would formally like to welcome you into my employment. First thing's first, I will soon be leaving this world and it will be left rather vulnerable. After an Abomination makes it mark somewhere, odd things tend to happen… Strange people show up."
Sam laughs in total disbelief while Dean looks dumbfounded. Liz asks, "Wait, what do you mean by all of this?"
"I'm leaving the Winchesters here as protectors of this world. Congratulations!"
Confetti begins falling around the boys; something that Bill has summoned. It turns out to be maggots.
"But how are we in your employment," Dean finally manages to ask, not realizing the maggot confetti that is crawling on him.
"Simple. Bill and I infiltrated a group of supernatural artifact collectors known as the Pentagram Palm. We took over some of the members and extended an offer to the both of you to hunt a beast that Bill created. The contract was sealed when you touched the money."
"But we didn't take it," Sam protested.
"That wasn't what triggered it Sam. Pay attention. It was the fact that you touched it. Once you did, you agreed to be my soldiers until I release you from my service. Your mission is now is protect this world. Consider everything else a kind of audition just to make sure that you could handle it. Well, you passed."
"This is really not making any sense to me," Dean complains. "Any of you know what is going on?"
Everyone else shook their heads.
"Here's little more exposition," Dragon continues. "Your world belongs to a very, very, very large universe of worlds. All of them populated with life. And this universe is at war with a being who creates soldiers and monsters like what you saw in that 'pocket universe', or as we might call it, the black line on the page. They want to consume this world and all others with life. Everything that has been happening recently has been the result of our endeavors to hunt down and kill what you all saw back there, an Abomination.
"And like I said earlier, it has made its mark, so strange things are about to invade this world, which means that I am charging you two with its protection. It's a big job, but it comes with some perks. Two of which are already here and many more await you at the Bunker now. Personally, I would love to do the mopping up myself, but sadly the war calls me elsewhere now."
"Yeah, but still, Mr… Uh, Dragon… How can any of this be actually real," Sam says pleadingly.
"Yeah, and we don't answer to anyone," Dean put in grumpily.
Dragon raises an eyebrow at Sam and retorts, "You fight weird things all the time, and can't comprehend me? Ha! Well then, pray that never do. And yes Dean, believe it or not, for the time being, you are both mine. I will have people check in on you. Your assignments are in the Bunker.
"Now, I'd say that, what, 111 pages is pretty good. Don't you think Bill?"
"I could use some more time, myself."
"Sorry Wakko, we aren't on the teli!"
"Boo!" the cartoon character responds in the distance.
The air in front of the Impala begins to contort and swirl. The raptors, Bill, and other beings all begin to enter the vortex and disappear. Dragon is the last to leave.
"Take care. All of you. I know it is hard to understand now, but soon things are going to get really, really bad for everyone. It will make the Apocalypse and the Darkness appear more like the unfortunateness of finding gum on the bottom of your shoe. I just hope that we can't stop it before it gets too far along…"
Dragon looks down at the ground. Taking a deep breath, a smile appears on his face and he walks through the vortex, winking at them before disappearing. After he leaves there are little bursts of fire in the air and envelopes flutter down to the group. One is addressed to Sam and Dean, another to Liz and Roberta, Crowley, and Castiel. They all look at them tentatively, and then tear into them.
"Bloody hell… Not only does this guy expect me to reorganize hell for what he call the next 'episode', but he also says that I can't have the pocket universe that we were just in: he sealed it up! Does he have any idea how far back Bill has set me with all his happy-go-lucky screwing around!?"
Crowley is in a right state when Castiel says, "He told me that heaven is fine. A new bureaucracy is in place, but they still don't want me there. He reminds me also that I'm one of the few angels who is not a class A jerk awaiting a knuckle sandwich… This guy almost writes like he's in high school."
Liz and Roberta are somewhat teary eyed as Liz fold the letter and stuffs it in her back pocket. She then takes out the drawing of Bill and shreds it.
"What was that for," Sam aks.
"Dragon wrote saying that Bill could see through anything that bears his image. He suggested that I tear it up; Bill's been going on about I have a great butt…"
"Perv," Roberta mumbles. She wipes her eyes. "We're going to be going to make sure that Martha receives a hunter's burial. He said that would be important."
"Oh... Okay," Sam says, looking a chest fallen.
"You know, Bill was right," Dean said with a slight, suave wink.
"Oh shut up," Liz says in good humor.
"Oi, will all of you get a room? Or better yet, jump off a cliff," Crowley says in an exasperated voice. "Now, if you don't mind, I have to go and repair Hell. Toodles, Moose, Squirrel."
With that he vanishes.
"No, we do mind," Roberta shouts to the air.
"So what does your letter say," Castiel inquires.
"It says that we should return to the Bunker and leave the town alone. It will be cleaned up the Pentagram Palm in repayment for Dragon and Bill did to them," Sam explains. "Like he said earlier, stuff is waiting there for us."
"I don't like this," Dean says seriously. "I'm not sure what is going on, but we need to be on our toes. Something big is about to go down. I can feel it."
The boys swap numbers with the girls, and they go their separate ways as Castiel himself takes off. The boys drive through the once war zone of a town and see shady looking individuals already hard at work clearing the place. Dean squeezes the steering wheel with fury as he watches, but they drive on. Going through the Oregon woods he finally says, "If it were under any other circumstances, I would go back and punch their lights out. At least we have a name…. Once we know what this Dragon guy is up to, we can then worry about those collectors."
"I agree Dean, but look, Amara is still loose doing who knows what out there, and now we have some people from other worlds duking it out on our turf! They took down heaven and hell in what seems to be a matter of hours! I would love to get these guys, too, but I think they are so low on our list of priorities, they aren't even on the back burner."
"Hey, the bad comparisons are my job," Dean says with a smirk.
They both chuckle and then Dean says, "Look Sammy. I know that the past little while has felt like a rushed story, full of things that we probably will never know about, but I do know one thing: We are going to pull through."
"Just like we always do," Sam finishes.
Close with the Winchesters driving off into the distance.