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Suicide

Present

"Your destiny is to protect the one... who is supposed to kill Lucifer... me..." Dean stood, looking down at the girl.

"Yeah... guess so... well... at least until Lucifer's dead." Cat nodded. "I couldn't figure out who was the one till Lucifer was free... That's why I'm here now."

"And why is it you?" Sam asked, turning around a little, so he could face Cat.

"Uhm... it was pretty similar to you... Yellow-eyed Demon was looking for special kids... well special parents... then he came to your crib when you were six moths old... and bled into their mouth..." Cat let out a breath. "With me it was similar, when I was about six month."

"A demon bled into your mouth, too?" Bobby asked, scratching his head beneath his cap.

"No... no demon." Cat smiled up at the hunters, her eyes brighter.

Dean was the first who figured it out. "Castiel... you..." He spun around, glaring at the angel.

"It was necessary... the whole apocalypse is planned so long... it's just as old as the world itself. She was chosen to be the one..." Castiel explained.

"She was chosen to loose her family... her life... her memories?" Dean shouted. "I knew that demons didn't mind to destroy somebody's life... but you should consider all consequences."

"Dean... she is supposed to stop the apocalypse... you two are chosen as a team." Castiel's voice was calm.

"You bled into her mouth, Castiel... She is marked..." Dean was desperate. "You gave her powers, she didn't want."

"It was for the grater good, Dean... you have to accept that... " Castiel looked at Cat, searching for help.

"Accept it..." Dean shook his head. "I don't want her to care for me with her... angelic powers... she is supposed to live her life... well... at least to remember it." Dean couldn't even imagine how it was to know about the people he loved... about his mom... his dad... Sammy... but not to remember anything he did with them.

"It's okay Dean" Cat reassured, her jaw tightening. "It's my fate..."

"Okay... I sure don't let you in harms way... I'm gonna end everything now!" Dean shouted, heading upstairs.

"Wait..." Sam said, looking after his brother, when Cat stood up. "I'm gonna talk to him." He followed his big brother upstairs to the closet they stayed in.

"Hey Dean..." Sam sat down on his Dean's mattress, the one which was the closer one to the door. "What's the plan?" He asked, watching Dean gather all weapons he could find together.

"I'm gonna kill Lucifer right now... hm... well I'm gonna try." Dean informed Sam, fetching a duffle bag.

"And how are we gonna find him?" Sam had the feeling that he wasn't really part of that plan.

And he was right. "You stay here..." Dean looked at Sam for the first time. "You..."

"What..." Sam got to his feet and within a second Dean was pinned against the closed door, looking up into his little brother's eyes, the same rage in both faces. "no... you won't leave me here." Sam fisted his hands into Dean's shirt tightly.

"Don't be irrational. Sam... I don't think I'm gonna survive that... I'm not taking you with me." Dean tried to break free, but Sam just held on tighter.

"Dean... damn it..." Sam let his head fall, his forehead nearly touching Dean's shoulder. "You were the one who told me that we die together of fight together." His voice broke. "Was that a lie?"

"Sammy..." Dean gave up struggling, depositing a hand on the back on Sam's neck, squeezing a little. "That was something else."

"Yeah... because it was you who thought that I would die." Sam didn't lift his head, faking a chuckle. "Some things will never end..."

Dean smiled, looking down to the mop of hair. "I don't know whether we're gonna survive that, Sammy..."

The younger brother looked up. His eyes were wide open... Dean didn't leave him here.

"We're gonna do anything to survive." Cat's voice came from the door. "Hey don't look at me like that... You won't get ride of me." Cat smiled.

Dean huffed but didn't say anything against it.

"Okay... kids..." Dean smiled after a while. "Sit down... we'll figure out something."

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"Do you really think that you can just stab Lucifer?" Cat asked, her hand supporting her head.

"What so you think will do it..." Dean asked.

"Dean... uhm... Sam... could you make some coffee?" Cat asked, giving Sam a pointed look.

"Everything you tell him you can tell me, too." Sam crossed his arms in front of his chest. "He's gonna tell me anyway."

"Sam... fetch some coffee." Dean ordered, seeing Cat's sad eyes. "Please" He added, giving his brother an encouraging glance. "I'll tell you later, but I'm thirsty anyway... and tired."

"Okay..." Sam nodded, slightly hurting.

"So... what's up?" Dean asked, glaring hard at the girl. He didn't want to hide anything from Sam.

"Uhm... Castiel tries not to think about it... but... well..." Cat sputtered.

"Spit it..." Dean urged, trying to meet her eyes, but Cat looked away stubbornly.

"Uhm..." Cat cleared her throat. "I'm sorry... but.... but... okay... the prediction says that the killer of Lucifer... wouldn't survive the fight. Castiel don't want you to know that, he doesn't want to believe it... but... but... I don't think it's wrong..."

"So... I'm gonna... die?" Dean asked, lifting his eyebrows. "By killing Lucifer... so how should I kill him?"

"No... you won't die by killing Lucifer, you'll die because of it... well... because of ending the apocalypse." Cat corrected. "The world's gonna be... good... so everybody who is considered as a bad persons after the bible... is gonna die, too..."

"SO you're telling me that everybody who committed a crime... even the smallest is gonna die?" Dean pierced Cat with his eyes.

"I'm afraid so..." Cat sighed. "But... we can't be sure."

"Okay... it doesn't matter anyway... we can't let Lucifer walk free... and when I'm gonna die anyway... I know how I'm gonna do it..." Dean stood up, heading to the door.

"No... Dean" Cat jumped up, too, gripping Dean's arms. "That's suicide." She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, when she read his thoughts.

"Well... I don't care... This will kill Lucifer." Dean yanked his arm out of Cat's hand, leaving her alone.

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