Chuck

I'd never been so tired in my life, using my energy the way I did to bring Sam and Dean back. Usually I was able to use the energy of the people around me to recharge like solar power, but sleep had come so suddenly that there just wasn't time. I hadn't been asleep long when the nightmares started. I felt each hunter's pain as the demons attacked, every death like the stab of a needle in my own heart.

Then came Emily, the true leader of the demons who had come to distract everybody while her groupie tried to kill Sam and Dean. She killed Bobby and I wanted to scream, but I was still asleep. I had no control. But then she started torturing Adam and I stopped breathing. His screams were more terrifying to me than Mary's. I just wanted to take his pain away and make everything alright. I must have been half awake or something, because I felt the flow of energy through my veins as my powers came into effect. Unfortunately, that kept me asleep even longer and finally ended the nightmare.

I woke up in the panic room with the dim lights, funky smell, and giant fan swinging overhead like a God…or me. I could hear the screams of everybody outside as the battle raged on. I knew in my heart that I would have the strength to fix it later, but my attention was currently on the cot in the center of the room where Adam lay, panting heavily and grinding his teeth from the pain of the missing arm.

"Hey," he said in a gasping voice as he noticed me sit up. "Mind…giving a buddy…a hand?"

He laughed maniacally at his own joke, then groaned loudly as it caused him more pain. I ran to his side and gingerly began to examine the wound. It made me sick to look at and even more so to remember how it had happened, but I knew how to fix it, not that it would be easy. Bringing Sam and Dean back to life had been fast because I knew it would hurt them to heal, being dead and all. But Adam would have to regrow his arm and that wasn't going to be easy. I took his one hand in my own and held it tightly.

"This is going to hurt," I warned him. "And it won't be fast. Putting you to sleep won't do anything, I'm sorry."

"Babe, please just get on with it," he said, offering me a forgiving smile for good measure.

I squeezed his hand tightly and concentrated on his shoulder socket where the tear was. His hand crushed mine and he screamed more loudly than ever as his wound began to fix itself. I watched as the bones grew, all the particles flying into place until they reached the elbow's hinge joint where they had to slow down to fit the pieces the right way. Shortly afterwards, all the muscles grew out, attaching to the bones instantly. New skin covered the whole thing right after, perfectly smooth and pale at first, then became darker as his arm filled with blood. Adam finally stopped screaming and just panted heavily, flexing his new fingers. He sat up and examined his arm, then noticed out hands, still interlocked, and bleeding.

"Oh, Chuck, I'm so sorry!" he gasped, staring down in horror.

"Relax," I said with a small smile as I felt my tiny bones snap into place and heal instantly. "Broken bones are much easier than no bones." He turned my hand over in his own, gaping at how it was covered with blood, but there was no more wound. There was a sudden screech from outside that drew our attention towards the open ceiling fan.

"I should probably go help," Adam murmured. I saw the first trace of fear in his eyes as he contemplated rejoining the battle. I felt his new fingers tap on my hand sending little surged of energy up my arm with each touch.

"I can make it stop," I offered. He looked down at me, confused and scared. "I can make it all go away, the demons and all the damage they've caused. I'll heal everybody and bring them back to life. It'll be like this never happened."

"Won't that hurt you?" he asked worriedly. "I mean, all you did was make Sam and Dean grow up and it knocked you out. Isn't this a little more than you can handle?"

"Maybe…but if I don't, who will?" I shrugged. "Besides, I don't want to be the vengeful God who wreaks his wrath all over the planet."

"Maybe you should never say that to anyone besides me," Adam said, chuckling softly. "It's a little kinky, you've got to admit."

"I really hope I didn't fry you brain, trying to heal you," I said with a frown.

Adam rolled his eyes but looked back up towards the fan as somebody else screamed. "They really need our help."

"I can fix it," I repeated forcefully.

"Work up your strength first?" he pleaded, looking back into my eyes. "For me?"

I smiled softly and nodded. He sighed contentedly and pulled me into his arms. He kissed my forehead gently and I winced with pain as it made my skin feel like it was on fire.

"What's wrong?" Adam asked worriedly as I leaned away from him. I bit my lip as I watched him, feeling my heart beat painfully.

"She kissed you…" I whispered. I'd been hoping that was just part of the nightmare. Adam's jaw clenched and I felt his hand grow shaky.

"Yes," he said, as though he had to admit some terrible secret. "And then…she tried to—"

"It's fine," I lied. "Really, it's just…I can feel her on you."

"If it makes you feel better, she died right after," he shrugged. "But I get it. It feels all wrong."

He shifted uncomfortably on the cot, looking like a rape victim you would see on TV ads trying to get money for some kind of shelter. Those things had always gotten to me…I place my hand on Adam's cheek and pulled his lips down to mine, ignoring the painful sting of demon energy as he kissed me back. I traced everywhere on his body where she had touched, destroying the memory of her. His arms, where she had pinned him to the wall, his stomach where she had left marks in his skin which I easily healed without him noticing, and all the way down to his thighs where she had tried to violate him one step further.

"There's a dead boy in the hallway." Adam and I both looked up, startled and panting. Jo stood in the doorway of the panic room, her head tilted curiously as she watched us. Since bringing her back, she'd had moments like this. Times when it seemed that she should be checked into the hotel California rather than in the middle of the apocalypse. I guessed it had something to do with the traumatic way she died because I couldn't fix her brain.

"What did you say?" I asked, trying not to feel Adam's body pulse in time with his rapid heartbeat beneath me.

"There's a dead boy in the hallway," she repeated forcefully, as though we were supposed to understand right away. I looked down at Adam whose eyes were wide with fear.

"I just remembered something…" he said quietly.

He quickly got off the cot, dragging me with him, and headed out of the panic room. We ran to the stairs leading up to the main house and stopped. There was the dead boy, slumped against the door, his throat slashed.

"Oh, Jesse…" Adam whispered, shutting his eyes tightly.

"Shh," I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. I looked around the basement which was lit up with an eerie red light, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. "I don't think we're alone."

Right on cue, a demon charged towards us, bellowing his war cry until I cut him off by grabbing his throat with my superhuman strength. The thing cackled wickedly and attempted to pry my fingers off him with both his hands.

"Why are you here?" I said, feeling my power flow through my veins again, commanding him.

"Kill…Winchester…" it gagged, eyes popping as it realized what was going on.

"Why did you try to kill me?" I asked, slightly confused as to why their leader wouldn't go straight for Sam and Dean.

"Healer," it said, voice full of disgust. "With you gone, they can never come back."

"Why do you want my brothers dead?" Adam demanded, grabbing its shirt collar.

It just grinned wickedly and opened its mouth so that the pillar of black smoke could fly through with a piercing screech. Muttering to myself, I dropped the dead human body to the ground.

"That was douchey," Adam said, frowning. "It's rude to interrupt a conversation to smoke out of a meatsuit."

"Come on," I said, tugging on his hand. "We can fix Jesse as soon as we stop all the chaos."

Adam nodded, keeping his eyes on me rather than the disturbingly peaceful face which was impossible since we needed to shove him aside to get to the door. The house was silent while everybody was awake for the first time in weeks. Of course the mayhem outside didn't count as the waking hours, but it was still an interesting thing to witness. Though I decided to keep that speculation to myself. We ran out to the porch and looked out at the chaos that was once such a peaceful ground for hunters to glare at each other suspiciously while waiting to die—preferably not tonight. There was so much fire, screaming, and blood flying everywhere that I could hardly tell where the demons began and the hunters ended. Something had to be wrong with my mind…I found it almost as oddly artistic as baby Sam and Dean's deathbed.

"Need an energy boost?" Adam offered, holding out his hand with a nervous look on the scene laid out before him.

I took his hand and turned back to the chaos, taking a deep breath. First, all the fires blew out like birthday candles, filling the air with the smell of smoke. It took a lot more energy, but with a second surge of energy, a different kind of smoke filled the air, desperately trying to escape as they were dragged towards the ground. As soon as all the demons had disappeared, I took a step back and had to blink a few times in order to unblur my vision.

"You okay?" Adam asked worriedly.

"Yeah, good," I said as my stomach turned over.

"Great," he said. "You go take a breather and we'll round up everyone who's gonna need a little miracle."

"Alright," I nodded, walking back towards the house. Adam delayed releasing my hand until I was halfway through the door, and even then I felt his loss like the disappearance of the agonized screaming.

I entered the kitchen, hoping for a cup of coffee, and instead found Becky with her head in the refrigerator. She stood up with her arms full of leftover containers and turned towards me. I saw then that she had her headphones in her ears, hence the oblivious smile on her face. She pulled out one of the earpieces as she noticed me.

"Hey, Chuck," she said, sitting at the table. "You get a tummy rumblin' in the morning too? I thought that was just me now that I'm, you know, preggers…your fault."

"You volunteered," I pointed out. "Is that what you've been doing all this time? Haven't you looked outside?"

"Why?" she asked confusedly. "What's…going on?"

"Seriously, Becky, fail," I muttered, rubbing my eyes tiredly. "We were just attacked by a bunch of demons and now everything outside is screwed up…you really didn't hear anything?"

"I MISSED IT?" she screeched, gaping at me. "Why didn't you tell me? I wanted to fight!"

"Becky, you're pregnant," I said, gesturing towards her belly which was growing unnaturally fast.

"Again, your fault!" she shouted, jabbing a finger at me as she stormed off.

I shrugged and reached across the table for the food she left behind.

Adam had managed to get a full look at the damage in less than two hours. Only a few things had been terribly destroyed by the fires, but not enough to cause much distress. Miraculously, only six people had died during the fight. Though many were injured in painfully awkward places, there were only a few. Luckily, my army was self healing and was estimated to make a full recovery by the afternoon. Jesse and Bobby, however, weren't so lucky. I would need to heal them myself.

We laid them out in the living room, side by side. Out of respect for the temporarily dead, everybody except for Adam cleared the room. Almost right afterwards, Crowley showed up, storming into the room as though he hadn't just smoked back into the corpse that had been rotting on my bedroom floor.

"What are you waiting for?" he barked at me, pacing the room impatiently. "Get your holy mojo on and fix him!"

"Would you relax?" Adam retorted, rolling his eyes. "Bobby and Jesse are gonna be just fine."

"Screw Jesse, let him cross over for all I care!" the demon shouted. "I want Bobby back, NOW!"

I quickly leaped to the corpses and grabbed their hands, mostly out of fear. Adam walked over and stood between me and Crowley protectively. I smiled and closed my eyes, concentrating on him since he seemed to be the only ingredient necessary for my healing powers to work. When I opened my eyes, the two bodies had healed, but they still weren't moving.

"What's happening?" Crowley demanded, showing the first sign of real worry I'd ever seen him give.

"They're gone…" I whispered, too numb as I realized what was going on.

"What do you mean…gone?" Adam asked, forcing out the last word. "You brought Sam and Dean back to life and they were in worse condition than this!"

"They'd only been dead for a few seconds," I said, carefully scooting away from the corpses as though they would wake up and attack me at any moment. "They're souls were still wandering around the room then. Bobby and Jesse…they've already gone away."

"Liar," Crowley said flatly. I noticed that his chest was heaving with irregular breaths and his eyes were beginning to tear up. "Stop messing around and bring Bobby back! Now, Chuck…Bobby…"

"I'm sorry," I whispered, feeling my own tears as I realized that I had just killed two of my best friends. "I can't…so sorry…"

"Chuck, maybe you should just work up your energy," Adam said in the I'm-trying-not-to-panic voice. "There's…still hope…right?"

I covered my mouth with my hand and shook my head as tears fell freely from my eyes. I looked up at Crowley who was staring at me, his eyes demon black, as the truth of the situation dawned on him. I saw his chest collapse as his legs caved from beneath him and he fell to his knees. Adam dragged me to my feet as all the lights started flickering and dragged me out of the room.

"What's happening?" Dean asked when he saw our faces. "Where's Bobby?"

"Dean…go get Jo, would you?" Adam said, showing it on his face that he just wanted Dean and everybody else to be gone for a bit. "I think we left her in the basement."

From the other room, Crowley released an earsplitting screech that made the whole house vibrate and grow unnaturally cold.

"Sure…thing," Dean said distractedly, walking backwards towards the basement door.

"Chuck, are you sure you about all that? I mean…are you sure you did it right?" Adam asked quietly, motioning towards the door where the screams were still emanating loudly.

"You know what you have to do, Chuck," said Sera, slowly walking around Adam, examining him like a piece of meat. "You heard the message, didn't you? When you were trying to bring them back?"

"Yes…I did," I admitted quietly. Adam's lip quivered and his features contracted with anguish. He bowed his head onto my shoulder and held me close.

"Then you know what you have to do," Sera said, giving me a meaningful look. "Sooner, rather than later, as I used to say…before a Croat ripped my head off. But really, there's absolutely no time."

"Adam, there's something I need to go do," I whispered, trying to be gentle with him.

"Go? Like, leave?" he asked, looking up at me fearfully. "I'll go with you."

"No, Adam," I said, hating myself already. "You can't…but it might help Bobby and Jesse, so I've got to."

"Can't it wait?" he asked in pleading tones. "I just…I really need you right now."

I smiled and held his face in my hand. It hurt my heart to think of leaving him behind, even for just a few days, but Sera was right. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against Adam's, drawing out the moment as long as I possibly could. A second later, he had disappeared, having been sent upstairs to get some sleep as he needed.

I quickly rand to the kitchen where I found Becky who had returned to finish the food she'd brought out.

"Becky, get in the Impala," I ordered. "Not a lot of time to explain, but I need you to trust me, understand?"

"Where are we going?" she asked curiously, her mouth full of cheese.

"Boss man wants a face to face," I said impatiently. "Now come on, God's waiting!"