A/N: Hey ya'll. So it's been a little bit since I updated but here you go. So I got a review from a troll telling me not to update this story but fuck that. I love this story and I refuse to let the inane babble of a troll thwart my goal of finishing this or any other story I'm writing.
Also, if you want to see a picture of what the Michael Sword looks like, you can either check out this story on AO3 or got to www . twiggystreasures archangel - sc002w1 . html (be sure to take out the spaces.
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After several hours of silent research, Abbie looked up from her laptop. She looked straight at Dean.
"What?" he asked.
"What were you and Sam looking for when you first came into town?" she questioned.
"Shards of a sword," Dean answered. "Why?"
"Because I think I know what sword it was," Abbie replied turning the laptop around. Everyone crowded around it. "The Michael Sword. The very sword that smote Lucifer and sent his ass to hell."
"I thought the sword was a vessel," Dean said, his eyes on Sam.
"I'm assuming different Apocalypse, different rules," Sam said as he read the words on the screen, "Daniel 12:1 - And at that time shall Michael stand up, the great prince which standeth for the children of thy people: and there shall be a time of trouble, such as never was since there was a nation [even] to that same time: and at that time thy people shall be delivered, every one that shall be found written in the book.
"חרב של אוחרב של או or The Sword of Light or the sword of the Archangel Michael is the most powerful ever created. It is said to be 46 1/8 inches (3.8 feet) long and made of the most precious metals and jewels. The Sword of Light can not only be used to defeat other angels but demons as well," Sam finished.
"So it's a fancy angel blade?" Dean remarked.
"Basically," Sam said.
"What's an angel blade?" Frank questioned.
"This," Dean said pulling the shiny blade from his bag and placing it on the table. "This is an angel blade." Sam walked away from the table and returned with some paper.
"Alright, this is a picture of the sword that Abbie found. If we take this with us when we go to Lufrice Road, maybe what we're looking for will look like this one," he said handing each of them a print out. Everyone geared up and stuck the picture of the sword in their pockets. They left Katrina behind, which was ok with the Winchesters they didn't necessarily trust her.
"This seem a little to...nail on the head to you?" Dean asked as he followed Abbie's SUV through the streets of Sleepy Hollow.
"No," Sam pushed out on a breath. "It seems extremely too head on the nail. I mean, Dean, what the hell is going on?"
"I want to know what happened. I mean, you and me. We've kept our noses clean for the most part since the first apocalyptic nightmare," Dean said. "I know that neither of us started up this fucked up sequel."
"Then who did and why are we smack in the middle of it?" Sam questioned as Dean pulled the Impala to a stop. The boys got out and made their way to the trunk.
The air on Lufrice Road was dense and it smelled like sulfur. Sam and Dean looked at the three charred factories then at each other.
"I feel something," Abbie said as they all walked down the abandoned street.
"Dean, look," Sam said. Dean's eyes followed to where his brother was pointing. Liwil, Gania and Sire sat on a crossroad. The fourth factory at the crossing was called Alse. It was undamaged. It looked abandoned and falling down but not at all charred.
"It's coming from there," Abbie said pointing to the Alse factory. The Sleepy Hollow gang moved slowly toward the building.
"That one is an anagram too," Sam said thickly. "Alse is Seal."
"Wait," Dean whispered harshly. "This could be a trap."
"What do you want to do?" Frank asked.
"Sam and I will go in first," the older Winchester said. "If it's safe, we'll call you in."
"I do not like that plan," Ichabod said. "We should go in together. Your safety matters as well," he said looking into Dean's green eyes. Dean was speechless. No one had ever said that before.
"Fine, but Dean and me will lead the way," Sam said as they all began to move quickly and quietly toward the entrance. Sam kicked the doors open and proceeded inside. It was eery. Even though the factory had windows it was still almost pitch black inside. The air was still heavy but it also held a very sinister feeling.
"I see you, Sam," a voice said in Sam's head. He turned to look at his brother.
"What?" Dean asked, concerned.
"Did you hear that?" Sam questioned.
"It's been a while," the voice said. Sam's eyes searched the darkness for the owner of the voice. "Oh, calm down Sam. I'm not going to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you."
"No," Sam said aloud.
"Sam," Dean said, placing his hand on his brother's shoulder.
"Stop acting like you care, Dean," a voice said in Dean's head. He looked at Sam but his eyes were still busy searching the room, he didn't say anything to him. He turned and looked at Frank, Jenny, Abbie and Ichabod. The four of them looked on confused. "Who cares about any of this? Where's the bar? Those Mills girls are smoking hot. I'd love a piece of that," the voice said again. Dean shook his head.
"This body is mine," a voice in Jenny's head said. "You can't escape me, Jenny."
"So, Sam, how have you been?"
"Let's go fuck some shit up, Dean!"
"Death."
"SHUT UP!" Sam yelled into the darkness.
"NO!" Dean screamed.
"I can't!" Jenny shouted.
"What the hell is happening?" Frank asked as he, Abbie and Ichabod watch the other three members of their team freak out.
"I don't know but I'm going to find this thing," Abbie said as she took off in the direction her feeling was leading her.
She ran all the way to the back of the building to the office. She turned the knob and was blinded by a bright white light. Abbie allowed her eyes to adjust before she approached the light. In the center of the dust cover desk top sat the hilt of the sword. The Michael sword. It was identical to the photo from that website. She took a deep breath and grabbed it. The white light swelled before it exploded and knocked her to her knees.
Abbie got up and ran back to where her team was waiting.
"Abbie? Did you get it?" Frank asked. Abbie held it up with a smirk.
"Are they alright?" she asked looking from Sam, Dean then Jenny.
"Yeah, they suddenly stopped," he told her.
"Jenny, what the hell was that?" Abbie asked hugging her sister.
"I don't..." Jenny started.
"It was..." Sam began.
"It was something that happened," Dean snapped. "It's over. You got the thing?" Abbie held it up. "Let's get the hell out of here," he said as he made for the exit, never looking back.
