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Chapter 21: You got Another thing Coming
Sam and Bobby moved all the debris out from the front of the hidden door. They stood there for a moment and looked at it. Unsure what they should do next. Bobby motioned for Sam to open it. He looked around and found an empty beer can laying in the floor. He goes over and picks it up. Sam locks eyes with Bobby. He didn't say a word but nod his head yes. Sam took the can and crumbled it. Holding his breath, he throws the can. It was spot on. It hit the door knob and bounced back, rolling on the floor until it hit Sam's shoe. The door or the can didn't spark. They looked at each and grinned. Maybe their luck was changing.
"Hot damn! It's about time." Bobby said clapping his hands together.
"Okay...Here comes the true test." Sam declared.
Sam reaches out slowly to touch the door knob. His long fingers stretch out. Letting only the tips of them touch it. Nothing. Sam turned to Bobby and gave a Chester Cat grin. He turns the knob and opens the door. In front of them was another staircase. It led up to a hallway. Sam and Bobby looked at each other for a moment. Bobby motioned his hand and mouthed "after you." Sam gave him a look that said "Thanks." Slowly he starts his way up.
Placing his hands stretched out in front of him, Sam took each step carefully. One at a time. He reached about the middle of the stairwell and stopped. Leaning a little forward. Sam felt the air in front of him. There wasn't anything. No electric surge or charge. No wall. He continued to move up the stairs. Still feeling the air in front of him and making sure his feet had a good footing. When he finally reaches the top of the landing. He looks down to Bobby.
"All clear Bobby." Sam half whispers to Bobby.
Bobby slowly and carefully takes his time up the stairs. Just like Sam, he had his hands in front of him, feeling the air. His feet solidly planted on each step. Reaching the top of the stairs, Bobby finally smiled.
Placing his hand on Sam's shoulder, "Finally, we get a break."
"Lets hope so." Sam whispered.
They moved from the landing and followed the hallway in front of them. It ended into a short hallway on their left. At the end of the hallway was another door. On the door was a small sign that had red lettering. It said, "Office."
"What the hell?" Bobby question, seeing another other door.
Sam didn't have an answer for Bobby. He shook his head and made his way quietly down the hall. Looking at door, he let out a long aggravated breath. Like Bobby, he was tired of all the doors in this place. Searching around him, seeing if there was anything he could throw at the door. Turning to Bobby, Sam shrugged his shoulders and placed his hands with his palms out in front of him. It was as to say, "What now." Bobby holds a finger up that said, "One minute."
Reaching into his pocket, Bobby brings out a small utility knife and hands it to Sam. Without hesitation, he threw the knife at the door. It hit the door knob with a loud ting. Nothing. It was another door that wasn't protected. Bobby and Sam smiled at each other. Placing his hand on the door knob, he begins to turn it. It was in that moment, aloud swish sound echoed through the building.
Dean felt some what relieved when Castiel popped in out of no where. He was so glad, that for once, Castiel was listening. Dean had been praying to him for a couple of days. But the angel would never answered him. Now it was a now or never situation. When he whispered his prayer a few minutes ago, Dean was unsure if the angel would even show. Considering since Heaven has been what has been most on Castiel's mind since last year. Dean couldn't help but raise his hopes when his winged friend swooshed in. He had never been so happy to see him. Finally he answered his prayer and got his ass there. Castiel was Dean's last hope to save Amara. What Dean didn't know until Castiel arrived was that the angel knew Tenebroin.
"Tenebroin, you know what you are doing is wrong? There is no place for you here on Earth. You must stop this now." Cass said in a passive voice.
Tenebroin laughs at him, "Oh Castiel...Really? It is not only my destiny, but it is also time for these creatures to feel Father's wrath. They brought it on themselves. Besides I deserve this...I served him without question. It was his will for me to come here up topside. To use Amara to get here. (pointing his left index finger up) According to him it has to play itself out. Only Amara can stop me now. (chuckled) So you cannot interfere in this."
"What the hell is it talking about Cass? What do you mean you can't interfere?" Dean growled, as he still struggling to get loose.
Cass looked at Tenebroin with contempt. The angel knew that the spirit was speaking the truth. There wasn't anything he or anyone can do. This was a fight between Tenebroin, Amara and God. He looks over to Dean with a somber look on his face. He couldn't do anything. It was out of his hands.
"I am sorry Dean...Tenebroin is right. I cannot interfere." Castiel's voice filled with regret.
"There's...no way you can't stop Mr. Pudding Pop over here?" Dean asked.
"It is not with in my power to do so." Cass replied.
"What the hell do you mean it is NOT within your power Cass?" Dean demand.
This caused Tenebroin to laugh. The sound of the laughter, sent a rumbling sensation throughout the bar.
"It means he cannot stop me. He is not allow...right Castiel?"
Castiel gave a disgusted look, "No I cannot. According to God...Amara has to do this herself. She is the only one that can defeat Tenebroin. It was her that let it out."
"Cass...Amara had no way of knowing that. She was lead to believe that she was dead. Casper over here knew that and it took advantage of it. She suffered three years of torture, so it can get topside." Dean attempting to explain.
"Dean, heaven is aware of all this. (looking concerned) But only she can do it. She has the means to do it. She has to find it. That I cannot help her with." Cass solemnly said.
Dean sat there fuming. He felt so helpless and out of control. There wasn't nothing that he could to help Amara. Struggling harder against the invisible robes. He couldn't accept any of it. None of this was her fault. She didn't know that she wasn't alive. Tenebroin used her. Dean felt she was punished enough. Some way God had to help her.
Turning his head to Amara, Dean could see there wasn't much left of her. All the color had run out of her face. She had no expression at all. Her body had begun to atrophy. Her hands curling with in her palms. Her body looking like a husk. An outer shell. Nothing more. It looked as though the only thing that was holding Amara up was the suction fingers that Tenebroin had wrapped around her head.
"Ah, I can feel it. It is almost done. Amara only has a couple of sins left. (grinning) I will be free to rule. As it was meant to be!" Tenebroin bragged.
Dean had tears welling in his eyes, "I'm going to kill you! Do you hear me? You big black blob!"
"Tenebroin...You know, you do not belong here! It is not how this was to go. You know you have to follow his word...as the Lord had said to do this. All of it, not pick and choose to get to the end. You cheated to get to this place. Now let her go." Castiel demanded.
"I did what I had to do. It got me to this place, this time. God must have wanted me to fulfill my destiny now. He would of not let me get this far. If he did not so wish it. (looking up) So it is written...A soul that is between earth, hell and heaven can only let the Tenebroin out. (looking at Castiel) For the spirit is chosen to remove earth of all sin. Then it can only be true paradise. (narrowing its neon green eyes) This all came to pass Castiel. My turn is now." Tenebroin stared at Castiel, waiting for an answer.
"Then my old friend...As you wish it to be. It will be as it was written." Castiel said as he tilted his head to Dean, in the direction of Amara and Tenebroin and stepped back.
Tenebroin's flung its head back, as it bellowed with laughter that rumbled in the bar. The laughter only lasted a few seconds when it was cut off in midstream. In its place came a scream from the spirit. It vibrated everything around and underneath the four of them. The invisible robes that had Dean held tightly in the chair, loosen. Dean pushed hard against the force that was holding them. Trying to get his arms out to the side of him. The force he was struggling against suddenly let go. Without thinking twice, Dean stood up. A look of shock came over Dean's face when he turned to Amara. He couldn't believe what was happening right before his eyes.
Brilliant bright flash of colors filled the room. Dean stood there mesmerized at what was going on in front of him. It only took Castiel seconds to realized what was about to happen. He immediately went over to Dean and grabbed him by the shoulders. Pushing him out of the way. He landed on his knees hard. Before Dean could protest what just happen, Castiel moved over top of him. Sheltering Dean from sudden flash of colors filling the room.
Once the brightness of the colors faded, there was horrendous sound. It sounded like thunder that never stopped rumbling. It resonated throughout the bar. Bouncing off the walls and floors. Dean and Castiel laid there unable to do anything but cover their ears. It was the same for Sam and Bobby.
The pain over taking the urge for them to get into the bar. Letting go of the door knob, Sam fell to his knees and covered his ears. Looking over to Bobby, he could see that Bobby was sitting on the floor with his ears covered. The pain it was causing all four of them was tremendous. Rippling throughout their bodies. The sound only lasted a few more minutes. Then came silence.
Castiel and Dean uncovered their ears at the same time. Standing up, they turned around to look over to where Amara and Tenebroin was at. At the exact moment, Sam and Bobby burst through the door. Causing them to suddenly stop in their tracks. All four of them stood there. None of them moving or saying a word. Unsure if they were really seeing what was happening in front of them.
It was Amara, surrounded by a rainbow colors of lights. She was up to the ceiling of the bar. Floating. Her long brown hair flowing in the air around her. The longest strand of hair would flap against the front of her waist. Amara's hands stretched out at her sides, with her palms up. A soft yellow glow coming from in the middle of them. Her eyes wide were opened, but her beautiful golden fleck brown eyes was replaced with green neon eyes.
Tenebroin couldn't believe what was happening. The spirit could feel the bright rainbow colors wrapping around it. Pulling the spirit in the air, floating face to face with Amara. The colors now blended together to form a red robe. Circling around Tenebroin's waist. Pulling tightly to suspend it up in the air against the spirit's will. Tenebroin struggled against it like a caged animal.
The robe would just tighten its grip. Keeping the spirit from Amara, as they floated in the air together. Unable to move, Tenebroin screeched again. Causing all of them to cover their ears and plant their feet firmly on the ground. The sound rumbling through them and every solid object in the bar. Breaking more light bulbs and liquor bottles.
"You cannot do this Amara! I beat you! I am to rule here! Now let me go!" Tenebroin screamed, as his reflection in Amara's neon green eyes, screamed back at him.
Amara smiled, "Oh but see I can do this. It was one thing that you had no control of. The one thing Tenebroin, you didn't count on."
"And what would that be?" Tenebroin demanded.
"His...Forgiveness." Amara simply said.
"This is a trick!...There is no way you received his forgiveness? Father has not cared about any of his favorites in a long time. So...What makes you so special? Huh? (shaking his head) No I don't believe it. Someone or something had to help you." Tenebroin accused her.
The rainbow colors floated Amara closer Tenebroin, "No one helped me. You see Tenebroin. There was three things I didn't know I had all along...Not even until right now. (moving closer) One,He forgave me a long time ago. Two (moving even closer) I had to forgive myself and the most important something I had all along. (now face to face) Are you waiting for it?
"What possibly could that be?" Tenebroin asked in utter confusion.
"Faith." Amara calmly answered.
Tenebroin started to shake, "God or You cannot do this. This world is mine. You...You sinned against him. If I got to go back, so do you!"
The spirit reached out to grab Amara. But missed. Instead, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the top of hood that covered it head. Gripping it tightly. The rainbow colors that surrounded her broke off. The strands that was floating loose went into Amara's body violently. Causing her to gasp. Then flowed out through the glow from the palm of her hand into Tenebroin's head.
The rainbow colors that was left moved violently into her body. First it was the blues and the purples. Then the reds and pinks. Finally the oranges and yellows. As these colors hit her, Amara's skin began to glow. At first it was a dim light. Barely coming up to the surface of her skin. Then when the last of the colors went in, her skin began to brighten. Giving her a soft white glow.
Pulling on Tenebroin's hooded head, she brings him to eye level and began to speak, "You said that you wanted all my sins...The sins you punished me for over 300 hundred years. (the glow began to brighten) Well, you can have them...I want you to take them all. (squeezing it's head) As you take my sins, you can take all my fear! (squeezing harder) And all of my pain!..You can have it all!" Amara yelled.
Suddenly, everything that had been done to Amara on earth as well as in hell, was given back to Tenebroin. A hundred times fold. They twirled around and around each other. As every bit of her fear, pain and even her rage flowed in the spirit. It began to scream in horror. The more it received from her the louder it got. The screaming caused the bar to begin to shake. From the roof, to the walls, to the floor. Everything vibrated.
All of the men looked at each other at disbelief. Unsure if what they were seeing was true. That was until they felt the floor rumble underneath them. All of the wooden planks began to splinter apart. Then the ground. As the ground began to spread apart, the smell of sulfur filled the room. A look of sheer panic came over Castiel's face. He had to get them to move away from Amara and Tenebroin now.
Looking at the guys and grabbing Dean's shirt sleeve Castiel yelled one simple word, "Move!"
The guys instantly turned around and ran toward the office. Sam and Bobby rushed into the office. Dean turned and stopped by the door facing. Castiel grabbed him again, but Dean shrugged him off. Turning around in time to see the floor split down the middle of the bar. Opening itself into a huge hole under Amara and Tenebroin. Cutting them off completely from him. Dean watched as Tenebroin reached for Amara. Taking his claw, the spirit dug them deep into her right arm. It's left one manage to grip deep in her left side. Blood pouring from both wounds. Amara didn't flinch or let go. Instead, she began to push the top of Tenebroin's head down toward the opening in the floor.
Once the spirit was clearly over the opening, Amara let go of the spirit's head. Throwing her head back, she let out a loud scream. Suddenly her body began to glow brighter as it shook. The pain of it had Amara's scream again. This time causing Dean to leave the safety of the office and headed for her. He might have made it a few steps, before Castiel grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back to where he was. He was about to protest, when she screamed again.
Turning around in time, all of them watched as the bright glow engulfed Amara. She focused all the glow that surrounded her in to the palms of her hands. Then into Tenebroin. Amara pushed down, making the spirit begin to descend into the pit. The red rope wrapped around it's waist was helping pull him into fire pit. It attempted to struggle against both. It's claws digging at her jeans. Ripping and tearing them, but it didn't work. Amara continued to push the glow from her palms toward Tenebroin. In return, the spirit went further and further down into the hole. When it was far enough through the opening, the floor began to close around it. The spirit gave another shriek, before the floor swallowed it whole.
Once the hole covered itself, the wooden floor repair itself. When it finished, the connection with the rainbow colors was severed. The bright glow that had surrounded Amara flashed out. Immediately, Amara fell from the air. Landing so hard she bounded and fell into a heap on the floor. Pushing Castiel out of his way, Dean rushed over to her. Kneeling down on the floor next to her, Dean carefully turned Amara on back.
Straightening out her arms first. He takes a good look at her right arm. There was only a few drops of blood. It didn't look to bad. Slowly Dean straighten out Amara's legs. Seeing they were full of blood and it looked to him it was still bleeding. Moving up to Amara's face, Dean gently moved strands of hair out of her face. First thing that struck Dean, was some of Amara's beautiful hair had been marked with a white streak.
Dean had only heard of it happening, but now he knew it was true. Someone who faces true terror could be marked to show their horror. He moved that piece of hair from her face. Dean looks down at Amara, then gently places his hands on the sides of her face. Cradling it. Taking a good look at her, Dean could see Amara was very pale. Leaning his ear over her mouth, he can hear her breathing. It was raspy.
"Amara?" Dean softly called her name.
Amara didn't respond. Dean laid her head gently down onto the ground. Then leaning over her, he gently shook her . He instantly knew something was terribly wrong.
Trying to control the fear in voice, he simply yelled, "Cass!"
The angel was still standing there as Sam and Bobby rushed over to Amara. Sam moved behind her head and kneeled. He places his huge hands behind her ears. Carefully holding the back of her head in his hands and using his fingers to stable her neck. Bobby kneels down on the opposite of side of Dean. Paying a little more attention to her legs then Dean did. Feeling for broken bones. There was none.
Taking his knife out Bobby carefully splits one of Amara's pants legs. When Bobby pulled them apart. It took is breath. Tenebroin manage to do major damage to the leg. Quickly doing the same with the other pants leg. Her leg looks the same as the other one. Huge gashes and slices down both of them. Bobby took his belt off and wrapped it around the thighs of one of her legs. He motions for Sam's belt and does the same with her other leg.
Bobby leans up and placing his first to fingers on her neck. He could feel a pulse. It was thready and little to fast. Gently he tapped on both sides of her face. No reaction. Reaching over, he carefully lifts one eye lid then the other. Shaking his head, there was one more thing he needed to do. He leaned over Amara. Taking his knuckles, Bobby rubbed the center of her chest,hard. There was no response. Not even a flinch.
"Damn it!" Bobby said to no one particular.
"Bobby!?" Dean growls.
"It's not good Dean. She's...she's not responding to anything. We need to get her to a hospital and fast." Bobby calmly replied.
Dean looked at Bobby for a moment. He looked scared. Turning to look at Sam, he could see the same facial expression in Sam's face. Looking over his shoulder, there stood Castiel. Looking very stoic. Turning back to Amara, Dean reached out and ran his finger down the side of her chin.
Standing up he walks over to the angel and pleaded, "Cass, You got to help her."
"I cannot." Castiel replied in a firm voice.
"What do you mean you cannot Cass?" Dean asked.
"I cannot intervene." Castiel absently said.
It was the look in Dean's face when Castiel said it that caught Sam's attention. He made it over to Dean in time to stop him from punching the angel. Not that he hurt him. But Sam didn't want Dean's hand broke. Snatching Dean up, he pushes him against the wall, away from Castiel.
"What the hell do you mean...You can't intervene?" Sam rudely said, while he held Dean against the wall.
"I am not allow." Castiel maintained.
Dean gave Castiel a hurtful look. Pushing Sam out of his way, Dean moved over to Amara and knelt next to her. Picking up her hand, he held it tightly as he said, "For once Cass, do what your heart tells you to do. Not what you are told to do."
Castiel stood there as his eyes took in the scene before him. Amara was beaten. Not only in body but in soul. He knew her physical wounds will heal. That he could fix. As for her mind, that was something Amara will have to fix. Sighing, Castiel knew that Dean was right. It might not be allowed. But it was right thing to do. At least attempt to heal the physical pain, the rest is truly up to her. Amara truly has suffered enough.
Cass casually walks over to Dean. Placing his hand on his shoulder, Dean looked up at him with a hurtful look. Castiel had a look of understanding and sorrow. Kneeling down beside Dean, he places his hand up to Amara's head. He easily stopped the bleeding from her legs. He also fixed some of the physical wounds that he could. Taking a deep breath, Castiel closed his eyes and concentrated. He searched her mind for anything, thoughts or dreams. He slowly opens his eyes and stands up.
Looking down at Dean, "There is nothing more I can do. I have healed her body as much as I can. But Amara's mind has shut down. Only she can to find her way back from the depth of her sorrows. I have done everything I can do. I'm sorry Dean, I wish there was more I could do for her. The rest is up to her."
Dean looked at Castiel confused. If he can heal her physically why can't he heal her all of the way. Then it dawned on him. The fight with Tenebroin. She gave him everything her mind, her soul held in. All the sins. The rage. The hurt. The pain. Looking down at Amara, Dean scoops her into his arms and pulled her close to him. Dean realized in that moment what happen. Amara had went back into a coma. To shelter herself from the pain of it everything. Sam placed his hand on Dean's shoulder. In attempt to get his attention. Dean shrugged him away. Sam did it again, this time he let him keep it there.
"Dean...Let's get her to a hospital. Maybe there something that can be done to help her." Sam said gently.
Dean looked up at Sam and shook his head in agreement. He scooped her up in her arms and stood up. Looking around at the three of them, a tear streamed down his cheek. Not saying a word, they watched as Dean carried Amara out of the bar. There was a deafening silence that echoed throughout the bar. It was apparent to all of them that Amara might not walk away from this. After everything that she had been through, giving everything she had to fight Tenebroin. It didn't seem fair that this was the prize that she was awarded. It wasn't fair to her. It wasn't fair to Dean and it wasn't fair to ether of them.