Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural (good thing too considering how mean I am to these boys)
Bleeding Storm
Jess gave a vicious screech, slamming her hand into Sam's sternum as she did so, knocking Sam back.
"Jess, what?" Sam asked weakly, just before Jo took his legs out from under him, sending him to the ground with a thud.
"Dean. What am I going to do with you?" John asked, advancing on his son, and Dean looked at Sam worriedly, as Sam kicked up at Jo, knocking her away from him.
"Dad, this isn't you, you don't want revenge against us, we didn't kill you..." he said, and John scoffed.
"No you didn't. But it was your worthless hide I died to save, and you couldn't even do the job I gave you. I told you to kill Sam. You couldn't. You always were a disappointment Dean. Sam was always the better one. You drove him away because he was fed up of you." John said, and Dean shook his head defiantly.
Rufus sighed as he approached Bobby.
"You know, we don't want to do this Bobby, but we have no choice. They raised us to stop you." He said grimly, and Bobby narrowed his eyes.
"Yeah, but they did something to John and Jess, what the hell did they do to them?" he asked worriedly as Rufus advanced on him.
"It's something to do with how long they've been gone. And that girl, well, she seemed to blame Sam even before she came on down here." He said grimly, before swinging his fist at Bobby.
"Jess, what are you doing?" Sam demanded as she slapped him in the face, hard.
"Getting revenge against you! I was young, I wanted a life, a job, a family, but you came along and ruined it all!" she hissed, crashing her foot into Sam's gut, as Ellen tackled him, knocking him off balance.
"Sam, we don't want to do this." She said, slamming him into the wall, making him gasp with surprise.
"Then why do it?" Sam asked weakly, and Jo showed him a mark on her arm.
"We're being compelled to. The mark of the witnesses, Raphael is controlling us." She explained as she threw a knife at him, which he had to dive out of the way to avoid.
"But Jess..." Sam said, and she leapt down at him, punching him in the face.
"I loved you, and look where it got me! Slit open like a pig, burning on the ceiling, and you didn't even have the decency to stay, to try and help! I died because of you and your damn destiny Sam! How could you do that to me?" she shrieked, and sliced his neck with a knife, making him gasp in pain before he flipped her off the top of him.
"Jess, I swear, I didn't mean for that to happen, I didn't know what would happen, I should have told you who I was..." Sam said, and she smacked her fist into his chin, knocking him backwards and she spat down at him as she got back to her feet.
"Damn right you should have, it was because of you that I died! If you'd just told me who you were, I could have escaped, left you like the freak you are!" she roared, kicking him in the stomach.
"Now Rufus, don't do anything rash now." Bobby said, and Rufus smiled a little.
"Believe me Bobby, I don't want to. I'm meant to be on a date with a very nice reaper tonight and instead I've been brought here to try and kill you. Sucks to be both of us tonight." He said grimly, flinging a knife right at Bobby's head.
"Dad, this isn't really you..." Dean said, as John again smashed him in the gut, laughing as he did so.
"Do you have any idea how difficult it was to refrain from smashing your brother's brains all over the sidewalk? After all, this is all his fault. Can you imagine how much better off the world would be if he had never been born Dean? You'd have had a mom, friends, a childhood." John said idly, and Dean looked frantically to his little brother, to see the sad look on his face, and his blood immediately boiled.
"A world without him is hell." Dean said and kicked up at his father.
Jo pounced on Bobby, smashing him into the wall, and allowing Rufus to swing in and smack him in the gut. While Bobby wheezed, trying to get his breath back, Ellen stomped down on Sam, her face apologetic.
"I'm sorry Sam, we don't want to be doing this honey." She said, as Jess came angrily towards them.
"What did they do to Jess?" Sam asked sadly, and Ellen looked at him apologetically.
"I'm not entirely sure they did do anything to her Sam." She said, as Jess dove at him with a knife, and he grabbed it, wrenching her hand away from him and forcing her away.
"How do we get rid of you?" Sam asked Ellen, who seemed to have the best control, at least she did until she punched him in the gut, making him stagger.
"The brands, break the brand that we got when they raised us and you'll send us back to where we belong." She said, ducking as Sam swung at her with the knife he had taken from Jess.
"Rufus, I know I killed you but I didn't want to!" Bobby protested as Rufus swung at him once more, wicked knife glinting.
"This isn't about that Bobby! I'm over that, it was that damn Khan worm of Eve's. No, this is about the angels, pure and simple." He said, once more going for Bobby's gut with the knife.
John laughed as Dean tried to punch him, but he simply moved out of the way.
"You've gotten lax Dean. Too much time feeling sorry for yourself, too much time spent indulging your devilspawn brother. You're pathetic, you always were. Sam whined, but you were just pathetic, death was too good for you. Growing up wanting to be just like daddy. I was never worth that boy, and you know it! You idolised me, followed my every order, and it was sickening! You didn't have a mind of your own, you were a robot, a mindless drone! At least Sam was amusing when he developed a mouth, a pair of balls and a brain! He left because you were just my little soldier, the perfect little weapon." John said, and Dean shook his head.
"You aren't my father. Yeah, my father was an ass at times. So was I, I always followed his orders blindly and being like him nearly lost me Sam. He did his best, he tried to protect us, problem was he was so damn obsessed with getting revenge and the hunt for the demon that he stopped being our dad and started being an army major, and that was always going to split us apart. Dad, I don't know if you're in there, but we do get it, and we are thankful for everything you did for us. But recently, I've seen what Sam meant and sometimes I really just wanted to smack you." Dean grunted, smacking him hard in the face.
"Jess please!" Sam pleaded as she once more tried to stab him in the head.
"It was all your fault!" she shrieked, and he grabbed the knife and flung it from her hand, and he looked up at her, tears in his eyes.
"Jess, I never wanted you to get hurt." He protested, and she sneered down at him.
"Funny how that keeps happening around you though isn't it? People you don't want to get hurt usually wind up dead, especially if you sleep with them!" she cried angrily, her hands fastening around his throat.
"Dean?" John asked, his voice dazed, and Dean looked at him suspiciously.
"Dad?" he asked, not trusting that he was back to normal.
John nodded, and looked at his son in amazement.
"What's going on?" he asked, and Dean frowned.
"You were brought back as witnesses, and then I think Raphael messed you up even further." He said darkly, and John looked at the mark on his arm.
"Dean, you can fix me. If we get rid of this brand, I can come back, and we can deal with them all together, side by side like we should have done all along." John said, and Dean looked at him, a flicker of excitement inside him.
They could get their father back?
Bobby was set upon by Jo, Ellen and Rufus, and he was rapidly being backed into a corner.
"We're sorry Bobby, we don't want to do this." Ellen said sadly, and he frowned desperately, he had only just got his body back he didn't want to become a ghost again.
"Alright then, so how do we stop you?" he asked, and Jo looked at her arm.
"If you damage the brand, that ought to do it. But you're running out of time, we've nearly got you, and Jess really wants Sam dead." She said, and Bobby looked over in alarm to where Sam was struggling with his ex fiancé.
"You sealed my fate the day I met you, I wish I'd never met you, I hate you!" Jess cried, her strong, enhanced hands crushing his throat, and Sam was struggling to remain conscious.
"Jess, this isn't you, I can't believe this is you...Jess...please, stop..." Sam begged.
"Yes son! We can do things right, get rid of everyone who's after you, be a family. Come on, take down this brand and I'll be alive again." John urged, but then, Dean, his senses attuned after years of listening to Sam's distress, turned to see Sam losing his struggle with Jess.
"Sammy!" he cried, moving towards his brother, but John held him by the arm.
"Son, forget him! This way, you don't fail! This way he dies, like he should have done, and it'll just be us again, don't you remember when it was the just the two of us, after he went and abandoned us? He didn't care about us." John reminded him and Dean glowered at his father.
"He did, he just couldn't stand living with you anymore! You weren't a father you were a drill sergeant, you pushed him away from us, from me! He wanted to be normal, not be used as a pawn in your game of revenge!" Dean spat angrily, trying to free himself from his father's grip.
"I always tried to protect you boys." John said, and Dean narrowed his eyes.
"Yeah, but don't you think it might have been better to tell us what the demon had planned rather than keeping it all to yourself?" he demanded furiously, and John glowered at him.
"Don't you second guess me. I did everything I had to do, to make sure the demon didn't win. Show me some respect." He ordered, and Dean shook his head.
"No. I'm done hero worshipping you, it nearly lost me Sam. It took me years to realise just how lousy a father you were. You had your moments, but I finally got what Sam hated about you. Now let me go, Sam is your son too!" Dean yelled, forcing his father off.
"If you take another step in that direction, you will no longer be my son!" John warned, and Dean shrugged.
"Given the choice, be your son or his brother, I'll be his brother any day." He said, and he dashed to Sam's side, smacking Jess off of his little brother.
"Dean!" Sam gasped in horror, kicking his brother out of the way as their father tried to kill him.
"You abandon me for him? The demon kid who got your mother killed?" John demanded, and Sam's face was instantly one of great hurt, and Dean could see the look, his heart breaking for his little brother.
It wasn't really their father, but it still looked and sounded like him, and he had just heard their own father say it was his fault that their mother had died. And in that moment, Dean knew he would do anything to protect Sam, including wipe his father off the face of the earth if that was what it took.
Jess had recovered and she dashed for Sam, but Ellen, in control for the moment, hurtled herself in front of Jess, slowing her advance.
"Sam didn't kill you!" she shouted, and Jess scoffed.
"Please, all he ever does is cause pain, he's toxic, how many people has he gotten killed?" she demanded and Sam was struggling to keep it together, and Dean knew it.
"Sam, break the brand!" he said, and John launched at him, allowing Dean to once more punch him in the face.
"Jess, I'm so sorry..." Sam said tearfully, pulling a knife from his belt and lunging at her, making Ellen jump out of the way, and he sliced right through the brand.
She looked at it in shock, and then the anger went from her eyes as she beheld him. And then, a trace of anger returned.
"Sam?" she asked, her voice slightly angry as she vanished in a puff of flame.
Bobby forced Rufus away from him, and then regretfully swung the butt of his rifle at Jo, before Rufus tackled his leg out from under him. Bobby cursed and pulled out a flick knife, slicing through the brand on Rufus' arm.
Rufus gasped in surprise then sat back on his haunches, giving a bark of laughter as he did so.
"Good shot Bobby, thanks! Now I can go meet Mabel!" he said excitedly, and passed a salute to his old partner before he too vanished in flame.
John crashed his fist into Dean, knocking him backwards, and he then brought his fist up into Dean's jaw, bowling him onto his back. Grinning hatefully, he then fell on his son, hands wrapping around Dean's throat, and Dean began to squirm, trying to force his father off.
"You are a failure, a pathetic little daddy's boy always whining about how unfair your life is, what about mine huh?"
The two were then thrown into a shadow.
"Your life was nothing compared to ours...daddy." Sam hissed and smashed his father in the face, knocking him off of his big brother, and bent down to slice the brand, covering Dean protectively as he did so.
John looked at his two sons, his eyes confused, and then he smiled proudly.
"I'm proud of you boys. Well done. And I'm sorry." He said, before he too vanished, leaving only Ellen and Jo.
"You boys ok?" Ellen asked worriedly, and Dean nodded massaging his neck, covering Sam in case the two of them made a run for them.
"We didn't want to do this Dean." Jo said sadly, and he nodded.
"I know." He said, and she darted her arm at him, trying to hit him, but he dodged and seized it, and then, taking the knife from Sam, cut the brand.
She looked at them both fondly.
"Sorry for trying to kill you both. What's that, two you owe me now Dean?" she asked, and he smiled.
"Something like that." He said as she vanished.
"Come on, get this over with." Ellen commanded as Bobby approached, and then looked at the boys.
"Keep looking out for each other or I'll kick your ass." She warned, and Sam smiled a little.
"Yes ma'am." He said, and she smiled as Bobby sliced the brand.
"Oh and you better not be coming to join me any time soon, or else!" she warned before she too vanished, leaving the three beaten hunters standing in the hallway outside the conference room.
Sam gave a little sniff and Dean, ignoring Bobby, and the threat posed by the people inside the conference room, pulled him into a hug.
"It wasn't really them Sam." He whispered.
"It was. Well, Jess was. Dad was messed up, but he went back to normal when I broke the brand...Jess was still angry. She hates me, it's my fault she..." he said sadly, and Dean shook his head, stroking Sam's hair.
"No Sammy, it wasn't." He said firmly, bur then Bobby interjected.
"Look, I don't want to break up your brotherly mushy moment, but we've got a room full of powerful pains in the ass, so shall we?" he asked, and Dean nodded, releasing Sam, who gave a small grin as he pulled out the detonator of the small bombs they had put above the seats in the conference room, and Dean then kicked the door open.
Raphael, Lilith, Emily, Gordon and Valente all stopped their arguing and turned to survey the newcomers irritably.
"Well, you took a little less time than I thought you would." Lilith said by way of greeting, and Dean glowered at Raphael.
"You know, we know angels are bastards, and that they fight dirty, but raising the witnesses as the people you did, that was low, even for you." He snarled, and Sam looked at the angel contemptuously.
"What's the matter Raphael? Can't kill us yourself?" he asked, his eyes still bright but dangerous looking, and Raphael leaned back in his chair.
"I could kill you right now where you stand boy. But, why rush? After all, we're all friends here." He said, looking at the others in the room, and Dean looked at him disdainfully.
"So, now you're working with all these clowns. Great." Dean said derisively, and Emily shot him a cool smile.
"You know, I never really liked you much either. And surely you must have known what your darling baby brother did to my father, and you kept it hidden. You're as bad as he is." She said, glaring at Sam.
"Ever heard of possession?" Sam grunted back, and she shrugged.
"Doesn't change the fact that you were born evil." She sneered, and Dean took a step forward, making the others tense.
"No he wasn't. In fact, despite everything, he still fights to protect this miserable rock from all your friends here, no matter what it costs him." He snarled angrily, and Valente grinned smugly.
"Oh touched a nerve have we?" he asked, eyeing the closed expression on Sam's face with relish.
"Sam, Sam, Sam...isn't it obvious? All of us keep telling you, you are inherently evil. Why not surrender and save us the trouble of killing you right here and now?" Gordon asked as they all got to their feet, and Sam smiled a little, showing them the detonator in his hand as Dean took a step back to flank his brother.
"Sam, really? You intend to blow us all up with that?" Lilith asked, and Sam glared at her, his hand on Dean's wrist as he seemed like he wanted to throw himself at her.
"Try me." He said, glowering at her, and Valente hissed.
"You must realise that even if you blow apart this entire building, the only ones you might kill are the humans and the vampires, and something makes me think you hate us more than you hate them. After all, we took Bobby here from you." Valente gloated, and Bobby glowered, raising the knife in his hand, but Dean glowered at him. If he wasn't allowed to attack Lilith, he couldn't attack Valente.
"I don't know. After all, demons took mommy and daddy and Ellen and Jo from them." Lilith purred.
"And angels are responsible for the worst betrayal they've faced. Which one of us do you hate more I wonder?" Raphael asked, giving Lilith a smile.
"I suspect...humans." Lilith hissed smugly, her eyes wide with anticipation, and her expression was making Dean uneasy.
"Sammy, blast them." He ordered, and Sam made to press the button on the detonator as they backed out of the door.
And then, Bobby moved, and Dean opened his mouth, to stop him before he got himself killed. But he wasn't attacking the enemies in the room, as he turned the knife to face the way they had came, and Dean realised with horror what was going on.
And as he did so, Bobby, knife pointing towards the door, spun, and plunged the knife right into Sam's stomach. Sam gave a startled gasp, Dean looked at Bobby in betrayal, Bobby took a horrified step back, and Sam then moaned and fell limply back into Dean's arms.
XX
The fight throughout the building was getting hard and dirty. Aimo, Marge and Garth were being overwhelmed by the number of demons, and despite Aimo blasting apart several demons, still more came out from the woodwork.
"Aimo, can't you do some sort of superweapon thing, you know, atom bomb them or something?" Garth asked as he shot at a demon.
"There's too many of them for that...oh no." Aimo whispered, seeing who had just appeared in the doorway of the building, smiling sinisterly.
It was Virgil and he was drawing his sword as he approached, looking with grim delight at his captive prey.
"Aimo, get out of here!" Garth yelled, as Virgil shot forwards.
Aimo barely had time to bring his sword up to defend against the attack before Virgil was on him. He slammed the sword into Aimo's twisting it around and leaving Aimo unprotected. Virgil slammed his fist into Aimo's chest and the young angel was thrown across the car park, slamming into a car, shattering the windscreen as he landed. He groaned, trying to move off the car, but Virgil appeared above him, smiling as he did so.
"And now, traitor, you die." He said, and brought the sword flashing down.
XX
Featherstone roared, her large teeth trying to slice Jody open. Grunting, she was forced back against the wall, her knife coming up to slice at the Leviathan.
"Jody! Catch!" Cox yelled, throwing a water pistol at her, which she caught.
"You do know she's a big mouth, not a vampire!" she yelled.
"Just spray her! Hey!" Cox yelped as Tammi flicked him over the room.
Jody fired the pistol, and Featherstone yelped as borax sprayed over her face.
Reynolds smirked as he forced Apronia away from him, and she hissed in vexation as he put his bleeding hand on the sigil he had just drawn. She gave an infuriated shriek as she was banished, leaving him free to send a shot at Tammi, who turned and sent clutched at his hand. As he choked from her powers, Cox was freed, and threw himself at her, knife going for her gut, while Featherstone, still howling in pain, was knocked back from Jody.
"You stupid fools, do you really think you can stop us? We're much more powerful than you are. You're not even hunters." Tammi said dismissively as the three of them surrounded her.
"We might not be hunters, but we're learning fast." Reynolds said, and fired his gun at her, and she stopped the bullet in midair.
"Really? Not quickly enough." She said, and motioned with her finger, and suddenly he yelped as his wrist was slit open, blood dripping from it.
"What the hell?" Cox demanded, and Jody fired her gun at the witch demon, forcing her to back off.
Featherstone, who had recovered, roared and advanced on them as Reynolds, losing too much blood, dropped to the floor.
"When are you going to learn? You're all outmatched." She hissed and advanced on the three.
XX
While Marion kept Vance pinned down, and Meg duelled with Grant, that left Tamara in a brawl with Mary, who had just thrown her into the wall and was advancing on her in victory.
"Foolish human. You can't stop us, we're far more powerful than you." She gloated, and Tamara glared up at her.
"Far more arrogant than us too. Do you think this plan of Raphael's is going to work? It won't you know, he's cutting too many corners." She said smugly, and Mary looked down at her, unconcerned.
"Raphael knows what he's doing. And anyway, it doesn't matter. We're leaving. The sooner you pathetic humans are exterminated like the ants you are the better." She sneered.
Meg kicked Grant over the room, slamming him against the wall, and kicked Vance away from Marion, allowing him to distract Mary by firing bullets at her angrily. The angel turned, ready to obliterate him when Tamara leapt up at her, climbing onto her back, pulling the angel backwards.
"You arrogant little human! How dare you touch me!" Mary spat, jerking to try and force Tamara off, but she was then distracted by an attack from Meg, while Marion ran to the wall, quickly slicing his hand with the knife in his pocket, and drawing a sigil.
Mary flung Tamara off her, and Grant sprang, teeth going for the hunter as Mary advanced on her, smiling bitterly.
"You filthy little humans are all going to-"
"Hey, featherbrain!" Marion yelled, and Mary turned in time to be banished by the sigil with a scream.
Tamara then kicked up at the vampire, while Meg was pummelling Vance. Marion turned to take care of the human, leaving Meg free to help Tamara with the vampire.
XX
Dean couldn't believe it. Bobby, their father figure, the person he loved most other than Sam, had just stabbed his little brother, driving the knife into his little brother, into someone the old man had considered a son. Dean had a weak Sam in his arms, looking at Bobby in shock as Sam looked desperately up at Bobby, clutching the knife in his gut, blood staining his hands.
"Bobby..." Dean breathed, ignoring the laughs of Raphael and his cronies.
"Told you humans were who you hated most Dean. Bobby, a deal's a deal. You're off the hook." Lilith said, clicking her fingers and something suddenly pulsed over Bobby, and Dean glared at her.
"You, you made him do it. You resurrected him." Dean accused and she nodded, smiling.
"Very clever Dean yes. And the little brands that were inside your friends outside? There was one like it, placed inside Bobby, to make sure he would try and kill one of you when the time was right." She gloated, and Dean looked at a horrified Bobby.
"I swear Dean, I had no idea, we have to get him out of here, come on..." he said, and Raphael laughed.
"It was an excellent plan. And now Dean, you die." Raphael said, raising his hand, and Dean looked at the angel in horror.
"Not my brother...you son of a bitch." Sam wheezed, and pressed the detonator.
The bombs exploded downwards, fire erupting from above the various members. Emily shrieked and threw herself to the floor, but the others weren't so fortunate. Gordon roared in pain as fire incinerated the top of his head, making him scream as his scalp burned as he dropped to the floor to try and extinguish the flames. Raphael swore in pain as fury as his special bomb, filled with holy oil, spilled down onto him, incinerated his skin, making him howl in pain. Lilith was immolated by fire as the bombs exploded, and flaming borax spilled onto Valente, making him roar as it poured down onto the top of him.
Dean pulled Sam back from the explosion, holding his weak brother close to him.
"Sammy, come on, you can't die on me again, stay with me ok?" he begged, and Sam gave a weak nod, his head lying on Dean's shoulder as he began to go pale.
"Dean, I..." Bobby said, closing the door to block out their burning victims.
"You, be quiet and stay the hell away from me until I figure out what to do about this. We need to get out of here." He said, and Bobby nodded, running for the stair door, as the door to the conference room opened and Emily stepped out, raising her gun to fire at Dean. Bobby fired at her, forcing her back inside, and supporting his little brother, Dean ran for the stair door, barging past Bobby and helping Sam down the stairs, not liking the amount of blood his brother was losing as he did so.
"Stay with me Sammy." Dean whispered and Sam, still moving his legs but leaning on his brother heavily, nodded.
Dean whistled as they passed the eighteenth floor, and with a cry, Jody, Cox and Reynolds, all looking rather the worse for wear all erupted from the floor.
"What happened?" Cox demanded as he saw Sam's weakening and bleeding form.
"Don't ask. Reynolds, keep Bobby covered, I want to make sure he doesn't hurt any more of us." Dean said savagely, and Bobby shook his head sadly.
"Dean, I swear I had no control." He protested but Dean ignored him, heading down the stairs, still supporting Sam.
They picked up the others on the twelfth floor and got to the entrance hall, just when Apronia and Mary flashed back into existence right behind them, and with a gesture the entire group was blown off their feet, Sam landing hard on his already bleeding stomach.
As the others battled the angels, Dean pulled Sam back, leaning his pale brother against the wall, his hand on his brother's pale, cold face.
"Sammy..." Dean whispered, and his brother opened his eyes slowly.
"Dean...this wasn't Bobby's fault, he couldn't control it. Don't hate him..." he pleaded, his eyes heavy, and Dean leaned his head against his brother's forehead.
"Hey, you listen to me. Don't you dare die on me, I can't lose you again, so you just stay awake ok? Don't give up on me yet Sammy, we'll get you to the coach and Cox can fit you right up." He said desperately, and Sam nodded a little, just as Mary appeared beside them.
"How sentimental." She sneered, raising her hand to finish the two boys. Dean shot her a terrified glance, and proceeded to hug Sam, stretching round to his back. Mary gathered her power, and Dean then released his hold on Sam, plunging the archangel blade into her stomach.
She gave a pained scream as he forced the blade right through her body, her eyes flashed brilliant white and her body collapsed to the floor, wings imprinting on the walls as she did so.
"Bitch." Dean grumbled, and he hoisted Sam up.
"I'm sorry Dean." Sam whispered as he stumbled.
"Don't be sorry Sammy, it isn't your fault. Come on, we need to get out of here." He said, rushing out to join the others, where Bobby had used a sigil to banish Apronia.
Barging through the doors, Dean went pale as he saw a beaten up Aimo get thrown into the concrete ground, Virgil coming down to end him with a sword blow. Marge was being throttled by Duane, and Villar was locked in battle with Garth.
Bobby fired his gun, blasting Villar away from Garth, and a shot from Reynolds sent Duane stumbling off of Marge.
"Aimo!" Jody cried out in surprise, just as the coach rounded the corner, crashing into Virgil and sending him slamming into wall at great speed. Aimo moaned weakly and Meg helped him up, supported by Bobby, while Cox helped Dean get Sam moving quicker, as the demons were coming back for round two.
There was then a flash of lightning as Raphael appeared, Lilith and Valente in tow, all of them sporting wicked looking burns.
"Nice try Winchester. Now, you all die." Raphael growled in fury, and Dean went pale as the three attacked.
The others didn't have to wait for his command to make a run for it. Missouri had already gunned the engine, and Meg had almost reached the coach with a weak and bleeding Aimo. Bobby followed them in, as did Reynolds, but by then Lilith had attacked, blasting the others forward as Raphael drew his sword.
"Dean..." Sam whispered weakly as he carried his brother to the coach door.
"Stay with me Sammy, please." Dean begged, and then there was a roar behind him.
Dean turned in panic as Valente roared, and without thinking, Dean shoved Sam away from the Leviathan, knocking Sam to the ground. Sam, breathing heavily, gut still bleeding, his grip on consciousness fading, looked up and screamed as he saw the past repeat itself, and he was just as helpless now as he had been on that occasion.
Valente, roaring, his teeth revealed, bit down into Dean, ripping up his brother's chest, savaging him viciously, his teeth slicing through flesh, muscle, bone and organs, as Dean gave a pained, terrified scream. Sam cried out for his brother as blood flecked the ground around him, Dean giving a shuddering cry as he was ripped up, and with a last, exhausted, triumphant sigh, Valente let go of Dean and Dean fell to the ground, giving shaking gasps, his entire chest shredded viciously as he was clearly dying.
"No, Dean..." Sam begged, tears in his eyes as he pulled himself to his brother, ignoring the pain, the blood trail he was leaving on the ground, all he knew was he had to get to his brother, had to save Dean, but his heart went cold, as he saw his brother's blood speckled face gazing off into the distance.
"Sam..." Dean wheezed and then, he went still, his breath stopped, his eyes glassy.
"NO! DEAN!" Sam yelled and Valente prepared himself for dessert when a shotgun round blasted a hole in his head, knocking him off his feet, spraying black blood everywhere.
Sam couldn't believe it. His brother had been savaged to death again, and once more he had been unable to stop it. Dean had died saving him, protecting him, he couldn't be dead, he couldn't be gone, not again. Sam was whimpering, tears flooding down his face as he looked at his brother's death set expression, his mouth slightly open, his eyes gazing off into nothing.
"DEAN!" Sam yelled hysterically.
"Sam, we've got to get out of here!" Reynolds said, helping him up.
"No! Not without Dean!" Sam cried, ignoring the excruciating pain in his stomach as he looked upon his fallen brother urgently, wishing for any sign that his brother would come back to him.
Cox was there and he hoisted Dean up, and there were multiple bullets in the air as Emily and her gang arrived, firing at the coach. Tamara, Marge and Garth all fired back at them, covering Cox and Reynolds as they carried the Winchesters into the coach.
"Not so fast." Lilith said, hearing the sound of sirens blazing towards them.
"That can't be good." Missouri said, stepping down on the accelerator as the door slammed shut.
The coach and caravan accelerated out of the carpark, only to find several police cars coming straight for them.
"What the hell?" Garth demanded, joining her in the driver's section.
"This is the Ohio State Police! We are aware that Sam and Dean Winchester are currently in your possession. Pull over and present them for arrest!" a voice blared over a loudspeaker from the lead car.
"Uh oh." Missouri muttered as she revved up the engine, sending the coach hurtling through the city streets.
"We have seven police cars back there. And that isn't all! Emily's van is behind us, so is the vampires, the Leviathan's car, Lilith's limo, and Raphael's in the air too!" Meg yelled as the angel took to the air with an accompaniment of thunder and lightning, and once more the rain began to lash down onto the motorway as the coach blazed through the city streets.
Sam was weak, but Cox was attending to his stab wound, studying it intently.
"We caught you just in time, you were more likely to die from blood loss than anything else. How did this happen?" Cox asked Sam, but Sam, grimacing in pain, tears running down his face, was facing his brother, holding his dead brother's hand desperately, as though he could bring him back through sheer force of will.
"It was me." Bobby said quietly, and Cox turned to look at him in shock.
"You?" he demanded, and Bobby nodded.
"Lilith resurrected me and basically programmed me to attack the boys when it was in her best interest. And I stabbed him. I stabbed Sam and now Dean's dead too." He said, tears glistening in his eyes as he looked at the two brothers.
Tamara was frowning in concern as she checked up on Aimo, he had received a fair beating, and Virgil had also stabbed him in the side, and considering how much the angel was still bleeding, she was afraid that there was more serious damage than what she could see.
"Aimo, stay with us sweetie, we need you." Tamara said, looking to Cox desperately as he patched Sam up.
"Dean..." Sam moaned to his dead brother, but received no response, and as a result he sort of wriggled closer to him, frustrating Cox.
"Sam, I've got to get you fixed up, stop moving." He said, and Tamara was shaking her head.
"Doc, he isn't doing very well." She said worriedly, and he cursed. He needed more hands, he couldn't fix up both Sam and Aimo at once.
"Neither is Sam." Cox said worriedly, and Marion looked at them worriedly.
"Will Sam survive?" he asked, and Cox frowned.
"I don't know, I'd rather Aimo fixed him to be on the safe side, to find out if Bobby did any more damage I would need access to a hospital, but as we have the entire state police force after us now, I don't recommend it. Alright, you clean Sam's wound up while I check over Aimo." He ordered, moving to the angel as Missouri twirled them around the corner.
Rain was lashing at the roads, lightning flash across the sky as Raphael attempted to target the coach, which other cars on the road were wisely giving a wide berth to. The police and the other creatures were following right behind them, and he knew now it was only a matter of time until the remaining Winchester and all his little friends were dead.
"Aimo, can you hear me?" Cox asked but the young angel gave no response, and Sam was groaning in pain, his hand still held tightly to his dead brother's.
"Can we even trust Bobby?" Reynolds asked, his gun focused on Bobby in case he tried anything, but the old man was simply staring white faced at the two brothers, hating himself, blaming himself for bringing this state of affairs about.
"Never mind that, we need to fix Aimo and Sam. Doc, there's a hell of a lot more blood all of a sudden!" Marion cried as Missouri took them over a large bump in the road.
"We have bigger problems too, there's even more police cars, they aren't even caring about the other ones after us, they just want us all dead." Meg said worriedly, peering out of the back window.
"Dean..." Sam whispered before lapsing into unconsciousness.
"Sam, wake up!" Cox yelled, but received no response, just like he wasn't receiving any from Aimo either.
"What do we do? We've lost Dean, we can't lose this pair too." Jody said tearfully as Marion tried to stem the blood erupting from his stomach wound.
Cox frowned. Aimo was losing a lot of blood, and as an angel, he didn't really have a clue how to treat him anyway. Sam was haemorrhaging, blood pouring from the wound and unless he was stopped soon he was going to bled to death. How the hell was he supposed to make a decision?
The coach zoomed up the highway, but it was clear that the police were going to catch them. Missouri cursed as another flash of lightning hit the road, making her twirl the coach to avoid it. Bikes were now joining the chase, and she could hear a helicopter, very unwisely trying to follow them in this weather.
"Lilith must have tipped them off. Anyone got any ideas?" Garth yelled as they blazed along the highway, police, creatures and everything else getting ever closer to them.
"Save Aimo?" Tamara asked, holding the kid's hand tightly.
"Wait a minute, I have an idea. We can summon Crowley, why not summon an angel?" Marion asked, as Aimo gave a weak moan, and Cox cursed before darting to Sam's side.
"Are you crazy?" Marge demanded, but Meg frowned thoughtfully.
"Not if we take precautions. Right, paint a sigil on the floor, one large enough for an angel to stand in, then surround it with holy oil. We can summon an angel, force them to heal Aimo, then he can heal Sam." She said as a police car tried to overtake them, but a shunt from the coach knocked it away from them.
The storm was getting worse as they blazed through Ohio, their pursuers getting ever closer, Raphael's powers getting closer to destroying them all.
"Come on Sam, keep breathing." Cox said, stitching his wound as fast as he could.
He seemed to have stopped the massive blood loss for now, but Sam was still incredibly weak and was calling out for his brother.
"Sam, come on, stay with us." Jody said, and Bobby shook his head as he beheld someone who he considered a son, lying near death on the bed beside his dead brother because of what he had been made to do.
Missouri swore as she took them down a ramp onto another part of the highway, their pursuit still right on their tail. This was getting old. Raphael was now blasting trees down onto the road, and the wind was also beginning to pick up, buffeting the coach from side to side.
Cox frowned. Sam was stabilised, but he didn't know how long it was going to last. And meanwhile, Aimo was slipping closer to death. And with Dean gone, he didn't think Sam would be particularly willing to fight off death if it came to that either.
Marion had drawn the sigil on the floor, and Marge had surrounded it with holy oil. Showing Reynolds the incantation, he began to chant in horribly accented Enochian as the coach swayed in the wind, the cabin filled with curses from Missouri as their pursuers got ever closer, and as Raphael got more accurate with his lightning strikes.
"Dean..." Sam whispered, looking at his dead brother beside him on the bed, wanting him to come back to him, but he then passed out with the pain.
"Doc, Sam isn't with us." Tamara said, and h checked his patient, cursing at the situation.
There was then a bright flash, and Apronia was summoned into the middle of the circle, which Meg promptly lit, and Apronia narrowed her eyes.
"How dare you summon me?" she asked furiously as the fire rose around her.
"One wrong move and we slice and dice you." Marion growled, angel sword in hand.
Apronia hissed, realising she was trapped. She couldn't get out of the trap, and she didn't fancy her chances against the sword with what had happened to Mary.
"You are going to die for this you pathetic little fools." She vowed angrily, and Jody glowered.
"Spare us the threats. Now, we have an entire police force, demons, vampires, hunters, Leviathans and angels all after us, and we're pissed off with it. So, you are going to help us." She ordered, and Apronia looked at her in fury.
"You dare command an angel of the lord?" she roared, and Marion poked the sword in her direction, making her simmer down.
"Yeah, we do." He growled, and she gave them a superior smile.
"It is irrelevant. Raphael is about to destroy all of you tiny human fools. And look, precious Dean is dead. And if you summoned me here to resurrect him, you can think again." She purred, and Meg shook her head.
"No, we want you to heal the kid." She said, indicating a weakening Aimo, and she looked at her in fury.
"What? No! I will never heal that traitor, he got what he deserves." She spat furiously.
"Dean..." Sam whispered, coming to, and squeezing Dean's hand, and Missouri then swore as a lightning strike just missed them.
"Lilith tipped off the police. Either way, you aren't going to escape this time." Apronia gloated, and Marion rolled his eyes.
"Look, you don't have a choice. Either you fix him, or we kill you. And without you, what makes you think this Apocalypse of your boss' is going to go off?" he demanded, and she looked at him as though he were disgusting.
"It still will. You have no control over me." She taunted, though she did have to admit she was still trapped.
"Well, we may as well kill you then." Cox said angrily, and Marion lunged for her heart, and she screamed as he did so, and with a wince, realised he had stopped just short, but was still nicking her skin with the point of the blade.
"Fix Aimo. Now." Marion ordered, and with a curse she realised she had no choice but to relent.
"I will peel the flesh from your bones for this." She growled, and did so.
Aimo gasped as he awoke, then looked up in panic at Apronia.
"Thanks. Bye now." Marion said, lunging with the sword, just as lightning hit the coach, shattering the sunroof.
They all screamed as they were knocked off their feet by the impact, and Apronia smiled as the rain lashed onto the flames of the holy oil, and deciding not to push her luck, she was gone, leaving them getting back to their feet.
"What happened?" Aimo asked weakly as Cox checked him over, nodding in approval.
"We're in deep trouble. And Dean's dead." He responded, and Aimo looked sadly at Dean's body, and then flicked his hand at Sam, his wound healed a second later, and he wasted no time in bringing himself closer to Dean's side.
"Dean, no..." Sam said, kneeling beside his dead brother, tears pouring from his eyes as he held Dean to him, gently closing his brother's eyes and holding his bloody, mauled form close to him, shuddering in sobs as he did so.
It was just like the hellhounds, he had been brutally savaged, and Sam had been unable to do anything, and he was now facing existence without his big brother.
"Dean!" Sam wailed, as the coach shuddered.
"The caravan is slowing us down!" Missouri cried as they continued on their dangerous journey, their pursuit getting ever closer.
Tamara heard Missouri and nodded to herself.
"Alright, Aimo, can you get me over to the caravan?" she asked, and he grabbed her before vanishing.
"Sam..." Bobby said, but Sam said nothing, holding his brother to him.
Marion looked on at the Winchesters, shaking his head. He had seen how devastated Dean had been first hand when Sam had died, and now he was seeing it the opposite way round.
Bullets were pinging against the coach as they accelerated onwards, the police getting ever closer to them, and Missouri realised that she was rapidly running out of room. They were approaching a narrow road, and if they didn't lose the caravan they weren't going to escape, and even then it would be close.
In the caravan Tamara had gathered everything belonging to anyone, her own personal items and as many weapons as she could assemble, and with a concentrated effort, Aimo sent them to the coach.
"You ok?" Tamara asked, and he nodded.
"Yeah, I'm just weak and tired after the fight. I can get you back though." He promised, and she took a last look around the place that had been her home since the death of her husband.
"Thank you." She whispered, and he flashed them back, clicking his fingers as he did so.
In the coach, coming out from under the pile of things Tamara had evacuated, Meg looked out of the back window to see the caravan splinter off and roll backwards, taking out two of the twelve police cars that were following them, and making another swerve into the verge to avoid it.
"Three cop cars down, but the rest are still right on our tail. Anyone got any ideas?" she asked, and Jody looked up at the broken sunroof.
"We could always start shooting, but that means we'll be in danger too." She said, as Aimo and Tamara appeared, and Aimo tiredly collapsed into the seat.
The coach was now very cramped, but they didn't have much time to panic.
"Where's Raphael?" Sam asked, taking a deep breath and laying down his dead brother, getting to his feet while rubbing the tears from his eyes.
"In the air, and the rest of them are on the ground. Sam I..." Bobby said, but Sam cut him off with a shake of his head.
"Bobby, later. We need to force them off, the storm will make driving worse." He said, his voice flat and emotionless as he did so.
"Sam..." Jody said, touching his shoulder before the entire coach lurched as a police car slammed into the back of it.
"Damn it! We don't have enough room or grip for them to be doing that!" Missouri yelled, wishing to hell someone would deal with at least one of the cars.
Crowley than appeared in the centre of the coach, making everyone jump in surprise. He looked like hell. He had deep, bleeding cuts all over his body, his suit was charred and smoking, burns covered his hands, his eyes were both black and he was missing a few teeth too.
"You've looked better." Bobby said by way of greeting.
"Thank you for your concern. By the way, were you aware that someone excavated a binding link from you recently?" he asked, and Bobby nodded.
"Yes, I know I was bound. Lilith did it, she brought me back to kill the boys. I nearly killed Sam." He admitted, and Crowley snorted.
"Usually I would laugh but it hurts too much to do it right now. Lilith's goons have been chasing me everywhere, and I'm getting fed up with it. You lot are in trouble, and Lilith is still alive. That isn't acceptable. But I suppose if I'm going to get any help out of you, I might as well do this." Crowley said irritably and clicked his fingers.
Dean abruptly sat up, his chest once more clear and whole again, the blood gone, and he was looking at Sam in shock.
"Dean!" Sam cried out in delight and threw himself at his brother, and his brother eagerly returned the hug.
"You're welcome. By the way, you have another angel coming down here and things are about to get very dicey, so, exit stage Crowley. Ciao." He said, and was gone once again.
"Wait, did he just come here primarily to resurrect Dean?" Tamara asked, and Reynolds shrugged.
"Seems that way doesn't it? Suppose he reckons the boys are the best chance for him getting his throne back. Bet that hurts." He said with a satisfied smirk.
"Sammy." Dean said, holding his brother tightly, just as the entire coach rocked again.
"Damn it, someone do something!" Missouri yelled, and Dean looked at the others.
"What did I miss?" he asked, and Jody pursed her lips.
"Lilith had a back up plan. She told the police where we were, and now we have all of Ohio police force following us, combined with our usual delightful dinner guests." She said as the coach was slammed from the back.
"Ow! What was that?" Marge demanded as a long thin box rolled out from under the bed.
"I forgot all about that. Dean, I've got a present for you." Sam said, and Dean looked at him curiously as he lifted the box onto the bed.
"I got it for your Christmas years ago, but we were tortured by pagan gods and then you died, and then we weren't talking to each other, and then I was soulless and then I forgot but here you are, happy very belated Christmas!" Sam said, and Dean looked at him curiously as he opened the box, and a look of gleeful, ecstatic delight appeared on his face as he saw what Sam had gotten him.
"Aww Sammy I love you!" he said happily, and Marion and Jody looked at each other in shock.
"Is that?" Marion asked weakly, and she nodded.
"Yes. Sam has gotten Dean...a bazooka." She said weakly, and Bobby went white.
"Sam? You got your brother a bazooka? I thought you and your father agreed on one thing...Dean must never be set loose with a bazooka!" he said in alarm, and Sam shrugged as he saw the massive smile on his brother's face.
"Yeah but look how happy he is! If I knew giving him a bazooka would have made him happy Dean I'd have given it to him years ago." He said, and Dean smiled as he counted the shots.
"Five shots. Alright, come on Sammy!" Dean ordered happily, and Meg looked at him in fear.
"You're actually going to use it?" she demanded, and he nodded.
"Well obviously." He said as he made his way to the broken sunroof.
"I don't care what you do as long as you get rid of some of the ones following us!" Missouri yelled as Raphael blasted a few rocks loose with a lightning strike which she barely avoided.
"He might blow us all up though!" Marge protested, but Aimo shook his head.
"No, I can help balance him, guide his shots. We won't hit anyone bar the ones who aren't doing their jobs." He said, and Tamara looked at him worriedly.
"Are you sure honey? You can barely stand." She said, and he nodded.
"I can do this." He said, and once more the noise was split by an announcement from the police.
"This is the Ohio police! We know Dean Winchester is in there, so slow to a stop and turn him over! You are transporting a dangerous criminal wanted for mass murder, murder, grand theft auto, fraud, indecent exposure, tax evasion and abuse!" the voice came, and Dean growled.
"No to the mass murder unless you count vampires, if it's Sam's murder you want me for it wasn't me, I'll admit to grand theft auto and fraud, and even tax evasion, but I've never abused Sam and indecent exposure, well that wasn't really my fault." He said, and Sam looked at him curiously.
"When were you done for indecent exposure?" he asked and Dean blushed as he climbed onto the table so he could go outside.
"Never you mind. Come on then." He ordered, clambering out of the roof, and Aimo flashed outside where he could keep a balance on Dean. Sam climbed through, and then Jody passed the bazooka up to them.
Outside, the noise was deafening. The sirens continued to blare, and they could hear the pang of bullets impacting against the back of the bus. Thunder rolled across the sky, and that all combined with the noise the rain was making as it lashed down onto the bus. The rain was making it difficult to see by, the lightning was flashing across the sky, and the multiple siren lights were blazing in their faces.
"God, I die for a little while and look what happens, everything's gone to pot." Dean complained, hoisting the bazooka out of its box.
"Dean! Apronia!" Sam yelled and he blanched as the angel landed with a thud on the roof of the coach, knocking Dean off his feet as she did so.
"That blasted demon really is a party pooper. I should have known you would interfere Aimo." She hissed, and Virgil then appeared behind them all, smirking dangerously as he did so.
"And now, the chase is at an end." He said, and Aimo looked desperately at Dean, who nodded.
Sam then lunged for Apronia, pulling out the archangel sword as he did so. Aimo threw a hand out to balance Dean, and with his other hand readied his own sword and made a move for Virgil.
Dean frowned as he watched Sam swing the sword at Apronia. At least his brother was alright, but he knew Sam was going to be upset that he had died again. Even more upset considering it was the same way he had died that took him away from him in the first place. But, it wouldn't matter if they didn't get out of this. So, grinning like a kid with a new toy, Dean loaded the first rocket into his bazooka and hefted it to his shoulder.
Sam slashed upward with the sword, and Apronia barely blocked the attack, hissing as she took a step back on the rain slicked roof of the coach.
"You actually think you can achieve something. We are going to bring about this Apocalypse Sam and there's nothing you can do to stop it." She taunted, and he smiled grimly.
"You said that last time too, and look what happened." He snarked, and she narrowed her eyes.
"Yes...you boys have caused all sorts of trouble. I think it's time to correct that!" she roared and lunged at him.
Aimo blocked Virgil's swing, then span out from under the attack, twirling up behind the older angel and kicked him away from him.
"You would think, being Raphael's best assassin, that you would have killed me by now. But here I am, a baby angel, and there the boys are, two mortals, and you can't kill any of us. You suck." Aimo taunted cheerfully, and Virgil gave a snarl and swung at Aimo, and he once more twirled out of the way, blocking the attack as he did so and going back to back with Sam.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, blocking Apronia's swing.
"Pissing him off. Do you think it's working?" he asked hopefully, and was answered as Virgil once more fell upon him.
As Sam and Aimo battled their opponents on top of the coach as Missouri pelted it along the dark motorway, the pursuing cop cars, backed up by Raphael's storm, and also joined by the other factions wanting to get the boys, all getting closer.
Dean smiled, hoping Sam and Aimo were alright behind him as they duelled their opponents in the pouring rain. He flinched as another rumble of thunder happened, wincing as rocks came pelting down the Cliffside into the road, one landing right on the bonnet of a pursuing police car, bringing it to a stop. Dean looked out in the rain, seeing the mountainside fly past and seeing the view being on top of the coach provided. Another flash of lightning went off, and he smirked, seeing what he was looking for, and, with a thrill of excitement, fired the bazooka.
The rocket lanced off the top of the coach, leaving a steaming wake behind it, making him cough slightly with the fumes. The police cars in the front swerved to avoid the attack, but the Leviathans weren't so lucky. Illuminated by a flash of lightning, Dean smirked as the rocket crashed into their bonnet, resulting in an explosion and he could hear the three Leviathans scream as their burning car hurtled out of control, smashed through a barrier and plunged from view.
"Whoo! That was amazing! Sammy I love you!" Dean yelled in glee, and aimed his bazooka again.
Sam blocked another swing, cursing as the coach rocked from the impact of another police car. Fortunately, Aimo, still avoiding Virgil's attacks, still had a tight hold on the two brothers. A tight hold the angels didn't have. Grinning, Sam pushed forwards, bringing his sword down in an overhead strike. Apronia blocked it, arcing her back slightly to do so, and he raised his leg, kicking her in the gut. Stumbling backwards, she was struggling to retain her hold on the top of the bus when Sam lunged at her, catching her with his shoulder, and she gave a screech as she was knocked hurtling off the bus, slamming through the barrier and toppling down the hill out of sight.
"Ha, score, take that bitch." Sam said with satisfaction.
Sam rushed to help Aimo, but it looked as though the young angel didn't need any help. He caught Virgil's next attack, and then jabbed his right arm upwards, and Virgil gave a cry of pain as a wicked little dagger embedded itself inside his gut. Virgil looked at him in shocked surprise and Sam grinned proudly as Aimo cocked his head, grinning.
"You know, you may dismiss them as insignificant and stupid but they've taught me a lot. Sam taught me that little trick. So, bye bye!" he said cheerfully, and gestured, throwing Virgil flying off of the top of the coach.
"Good work kid." Sam said proudly, ruffling the boys hair and they joined Dean who was squinting for another target, and Dean smiled when he saw how close Sam was standing to him. Worry wart.
"Deep fried vampires coming up!" he said, and fired again, once more scattering the police cars.
The vampires hissed in anger as the rocket hit, catching the underside of the van and flipping it up into the air, spiralling before smashing down, fire erupting from it, forcing the vampires to climb out.
"Put down the bazooka or we will be forced to fire on you!" the police shouted, and Dean rolled his eyes.
Reynolds stuck his head up through the hatch.
"Alright, this is getting old, we're going to have to find some way to get rid of this red mark on your head! Otherwise we'll never be able to stop Raphael and company from wrecking the joint!" he said, and Sam turned to him.
"Any ideas?" he asked, and Reynolds smiled a little.
"Not using a bazooka springs to mind, but don't worry I'll think of something." He assured them before disappearing.
"Drop the bazooka! Now!" the police yelled, and Aimo rolled his eyes and, concentrating, he waved his hand, and abruptly all the police cars vanished.
"Aimo! What did you do to them?" Sam asked, relishing the sudden silence that had emerged, as now all there was was the noise of the thunder, the coach and the cars of the hunters and Lilith.
"Sent them back to base. By the time they get out of there, we'll be gone." He said cheerfully, but then sagged and Sam stooped to catch him, lowering him onto the wet top of the bus.
"Whoo, how many cars are following us? I see eleven." He muttered and Sam rolled his eyes.
"You've tired yourself out." Sam said, wincing as another strike of lightning nearly fried the lot of them.
"But this makes it so much easier! Order of deep fried demon bitch to go!" Dean yelled happily and sent a rocket at Lilith's car.
The rocket burst right into the car and exploded, and Dean heard a satisfying scream as the car exploded.
"Dean, take out Emily, now!" Sam yelped as Emily stuck her head out the van, a semi automatic in hand and she opened fire, but Dean had already sent a rocket towards them, blocking the shots as it travelled, and Emily screamed as it hit the road beside the truck and exploded, sending it careening out of control and slamming it into the wall.
"Good shot." Sam said, admiring his handiwork.
"I missed though. Have we got any more rockets?" he asked hopefully, and Sam smiled.
"Yes, I got two boxes when I took it from the army surplus all those years ago, they're at dad's lock up." He said, and then they heard a furious scream, which made Aimo go pale.
"Raphael!" he wailed, and they saw Raphael rise to the front of the full moon, glaring down at them and he swept down, lightning strikes surrounding him as he descended, his hands outstretched.
Down in the cabin, Missouri saw the rapidly accelerating angel in her mirror and swore.
"Buggeration!" she yelped.
Meg looked out of the back window and gulped.
"Crap."
And Dean simply smiled and raised his bazooka, firing the last missile.
Raphael saw the rocket coming straight for him and cursed, knowing there was no way he could get out of the way in time.
"Damn you Winchester." He said angrily, and screamed as the rocket entered his head, and with an almighty explosion, Raphael blew apart, scattering bits of his vessel all over the road.
The inhabitants of the coach winced as there was a massive bright flash of light, accompanied by a furious scream of frustration and the light dissipated, leaving them free and clear, the rain clearing, the roads clear, and not an enemy in sight.
Aimo looked up at Dean in admiration.
"That was amazing! You just blew up his vessel! He's going to be pissed with you!" he said in awe, and hugged Dean's legs, making Dean grin.
"See that, I'm a hero again." He said smugly, grinning at Sam.
"What do you mean again?" Sam asked, and Dean smiled, realising what his brother was implying though not actually saying.
They struggled back inside and a tired Aimo fixed the sunroof, and Marion immediately started to draw Enochian symbols on it.
"So what now?" Garth called back, and there was then a crunching noise.
"Um, what was that?" Bobby asked, not liking the look on Dean's face as he stood protectively in front of Sam.
Missouri frowned as the noise got louder, and then an awful feeling struck her, and she looked up, to see what she indeed feared to see.
Raphael's explosion had been violent, but not in the way they had expected. Instead, his energy exploding outwards had damaged the cliff face they were driving under, and now damaged rocks were all teetering precariously, the dying wind still buffeting them mercilessly.
"Oh...dear." she said weakly and with an almighty roar the rocks plummeted downwards.
The entire cabin was filled with terrified screaming as the rocks fell, slamming down to the road in front of them, behind them, to their sides, and then another hail of rocks cascaded down, Dean forced Sam down protectively, and Sam grabbed Aimo to shelter him as the rocks fell to the earth, the coach caught right under them, and with an almighty crash, the falling rocks smashed into another surface, and all went quiet.
Well the boys have had yet another crappy day havent they?
Sam stabbed again, by Bobby no less, ooh Lilith really is a twisted bitch. But, who can tell if Bobby's murderous compulsions are gone? Either way, there's going to be some major issues for the boys and Bobby...provided they're alive that is.
After all, Dean has already died once this chapter, Valente has now killed a Winchester, but will that be enough to appease a rather pissed off Roman?
And now, our heroes have been caught in a landslide, so will they survive this one?
One good thing that's happened though, at least Raphael's vessel has now gone boom, so next time he will be shopping for a new vessel.
And now, we are moving closer to the finale! Roman is pissed with the continued existence of the Winchesters, but of greater concern is the continued existence of Raphael's oncoming Apocalypse. Crowley is on the run and not doing too well, but that may begin to change next time around.
Now, for John Winchester, I did vent a little bit, but I also made him one of the ones meddled with, who Raphael would expect would hurt the boys most, Dean in particular. I'm sorry but I just cant stand his character, I have tried though but he just infuriates me. Dean does too but I dont hate him, but i do have an incredibly low opinion of john. And Jess, I know she was only in it the once, but I never liked her much either, probably because she inadvertently kept Sam and Dean apart, even if it was before the first episode. what can I say, I think Sam belongs on the road with Dean and vice versa. Hence why I never liked Lisa much either.
Oh I meant to say last time, Lilith has now borrowed two sayings from a Disney villain, so full brownie points if you can guess what one it is!
So, what will happen next time? Alliances are broken and made next time, Roman and Crowley both return, we also have an upcoming appearance from Death but I cant remember if its the next one or the one after, two other old enemies return as a last ditch plan is made and I fear next time we will lose another hero (not Sam or Dean this time you'll be pleased to hear)
So, until then, which will hopefully be tomorrow (sorry it wasnt updated last night I couldnt get it to work so I restarted the chapter, and I finished early to watch Batman Begins seeing as I'm going to see Dark Knight Rises tomorrow), please read and above all review!