WARNING: SEASON 9 FINALE SPOILERS! ALSO: I MADE A HUGE CHANGE THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN IN THE FINALE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND ENJOY.


"I'll keep you alive if you show me the way. Forever and ever, the scars will remain." - Breaking Benjamin

I reached Dean first. I grabbed his right forearm and used angel mojo to throw him back. He bounced back up and he looked like he wanted to try and kill me next. He ran at me but Sam jumped in between us.

"Drop the blade!" He ordered.

"Move!" Dean yelled. Castiel grabbed him from behind, so Sam grabbed his wrist.

"Let it go!" He barked. Dean struggled a lot, but eventually he dropped the weapon. I watched in despair as they dragged him off to the dungeon, to lock him up no doubt.

Would he really have killed me-? Is the Mark of Cain making him that crazy? I shook the thought away as I followed them. Dean was calling us stupid for locking him up, since he's the only one who can kill Metatron. We ignore him, and shut the double doors on him.

We walk back to see Gadreel gone. Clifton too. A trail of blood is leading out of the Bunker. "CLIFTON?!" I shrieked.

"Calm down," Sam urged. "He probably went with Gadreel wherever he went."

"THEN FIND HIM!" I screamed. "CLIFTON!"

I rushed outside, when I heard an echoing voice in my head.

Hello...this is Metatron.

"What the..." I looked at Cas. He was hearing it too.

I wanted to take a moment to welcome you all back, Metatron continued. The echo was gone. I want you to know how moved I am that you've accepted me as your new God. My heart, as they say, is full.

"Full of shit," I scorned. Sam gave me a puzzling look.

I'm going on a short trip, he announced. Heaven's door will be temporarily closed until I return. Rest assured it will all be explained, and it will be...glorious.

Gadreel's car was easily spotted. Blood on the seat and steering wheel. We followed the blood until we found Gadreel laying against a tree. Clifton is with him, tears streaming out of his amber eyes and down his little face.

"Please," Gadreel groaned. "I'll leave you alone-"

"We're not here to hurt you," Castiel promised him.

"Get the hell out of the way," I shoved Cas to the side. "I got this," I reach my hand out towards Gadreel. "Son, get out of his face."

Clifton obeyed. "No," Gadreel denied. "Healing me will weaken you."

"I didn't fall," I pointed out. "Now shut up and lay still." I ordered, pressing my palm against his chest, healing his stab (or slice really) wound completely.

"Yay!" Clifton cheered. "Uncle Dreel okay!"

"You're welcome," I told the frightened angel.

"Thank you," Gadreel said. "Did you hear him?"

"Metatron? Oh yeah, definitely." I confirmed.

"Where is he going? What does he want?" Cas questioned.

"Humanity," Gadreel rasped his answer.


Upon returning to the Bunker, The First Blade was gone, and the place reeked of sulfur. "Crowley," I realized. "Dean must have..."

"Uh-oh," Clifton spoke.

An hour later, I'd had enough. "That Mark is turning him into a psychopath!" I exclaimed.

"Mark?" Gadreel repeated.

"The Mark of Cain," Cas clarified.

Gadreel's face changed. "So that was The First Blade he cut me with," he realized. "That could be useful. Metatron is more powerful than ever, but if Dean has The First Blade and the Mark of Cain, that can give us our best chance."

"Are you kidding?" Sam scoffed. "First we lock him up and now you say he's our best chance?"

"Stupid!" I scolded Sam. "Gadreel didn't know about the Mark or the blade!"

"Oh right, excuse me! Sorry I'm not as eager to just send my brother out on a suicide run!" Sam hissed defensively.

"He won't be in this alone," Gadreel argued. "We can help."

"How-?"

"I believe Metatron has tapped into the angel tablet," Gadreel admitted. "He can harness it to give him powers equal to-"

"To God," Sam finished.

"Well we're fucked," I threw my arms up.

"Not if we can break the connection between Metatron and the tablet," Cas suggested. "That would make him just an ordinary angel."

"That means I can get my hands on him without a struggle," I plotted.

"Kill Tron!" Clifton howled.

"So where's the tablet?" I wondered.

"In Metatron's office," Gadreel answered.

"In Heaven?" Sam concluded.

"I can get us to the door," Gadreel offered.

"And then what? They just let you in?" Sam spat.

"We have to try," I told him. "Don't get negative now when we're so close to the end."


"The door to Heaven...is at a playground?"

We stare at the two angels at the park. One, just a girl, is swinging. Another girl, older, sits on a bench reading. "Guarded by two of Metatron's most trusted." Gadreel added.

I recognized the older lady. Then again, I remember a lot of the angels from when I had the Purgatory souls. "So what are we going to do?" I asked.

"You're going to stay here until we return," Cas decided. "If they see you, it'll all be over."

I scowled as Gadreel asked how they would approach the playground. Cas pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "Wookiee." he gleamed.

An awkward silence befell us.

"Brother, I have no idea what that means," Gadreel admitted.

Castiel looks at Gadreel with a smile. "It's a reference to a popular film that-"

"Cas! Gadreel is like the old you! Not up to date on anything!" I interrupted.

"Right," Cas said nervously. He handed the cuffs to Gadreel so he could put them on him, and then they got out of the car, walking into the playground.

"Play?" Clifton said eagerly.

"Not today, son," I answered. "We're gonna find our own way to Heaven." I decided, and zapped us to Kalamazoo, Michigan.

"GG's house!" Cliffy recognized, looking up at the home. "See GG?"

"No," I said. "Remember who lives here now?" I reminded, pounding on the door. Quickly, Megan's nine hundred year old twin grandmother gently opened the door.

"See Maya!" Cliffy greeted.

Lady Maya smiled. "Hello!" she stepped back to let us in. I stormed past her. "Is everything alright?" she asked me.

"Time's wasting," I muttered, almost stumbling as I ran to the kitchen, yanking open the pantry. I grabbed all the ingredients I needed and mixed them all together. I snapped my fingers to make a fire spark in the bowl.

Seconds later, the angel Balthazar appears. "Miss Winchester," he greeted. "This is about Metatron, I assume?"

"I guess everyone must have heard him," I groaned. "But sort of. I need you to do something for me."

"What is it?"

"Who is that?" Miraak grumbled from outside of the kitchen.

"Rock," Clifton addressed him. "Muh see Zar."

"His name is Zar?" Miraak narrowed his dark eyes.

"I'm sure she's doing something very important," Lady Maya spoke, brushing back her long blonde hair. "Do not interrupt her."

"Dean said you guys went to Heaven to get Ciar out of the prison," I reminded. "That was a few years ago. I need you to take me to Heaven."

"I'm afraid I can't," Balthazar admitted. "Not while the gates are closed. However..."

I folded my arms over my chest. "Yes?"

"I did steal every weapon from Heaven," Balthazar chuckled. "And one of them might be able to help you out."

"Get it!" I hissed. "The fate of the angels and humanity rests on this!"

"When you put it like that..." Balthazar remarked. He chuckled again. "Be right back."

"Boy," Miraak said to little Cliffy. "What's going on?"

"Kill Tron," he answered.

"Miraak," Lady Maya scolded. "He is just a baby. Do not talk to him like that."

When Balthazar returned, he held a single gray feather. "Is there somewhere specific you're trying to go in Heaven? Or to a specific someone?" he asked.

"Well, Cas," I answered. "Or Gadreel."

"Gadreel-?" Balthazar nearly choked. "You're joking, right?!"

"Don't judge him!" I snapped. "Now what do I do?"

"Do you have anything of Castiel's or Gadreel's?"

"On me?" I checked myself out. "Oh, um...I have Gadreel's blood on my hand."

"Good enough. Is your son going with you?"

"Yes."

"Grab him."

"SON!" I called. Clifton dashes into the kitchen. I take his hand with my clean one. "Okay, we're ready."

Balthazar handed me the feather. "Touch it with the blood. It will take you right to him."

"Oh, shit," I gulped. "It's that easy?"

"Why do you think I stole it?"

I shook my head. "Thanks," I said, and gently took the feather and held it in my bloodied palm. Moments later, Clifton and I reappeared in front of a bunch of angels. "Uh...hi..." I laughed nervously.

"Hi," Clifton mocked. "See Cas? See Uncle Dreel?"

I facepalmed.


Hannah escorts us into the prison, and it's...not what I expected. Castiel and Gadreel are locked up in different cells. Hannah opens Cas' cell and orders me in, then she makes Cliffy go into Gadreel's cell next door.

"Are you kidding me?" I hissed. "He's three years old! You're going to separate a child from his mother?!"

"Which is why you shouldn't have brought him with you!" Cas scolded. "How did you get up here, anyway?"

"Don't worry about that!" I growled. "And there is no Lynn without Clifton, okay? There just isn't. Just like there's no Dean without Sam. It just doesn't fuckin' happen."

Clifton presses his face against the cell bars. "Muh," he said. "I can't see you."

"I know, baby, but I'm here," I replied. "Just stay calm."

"I want out."

"I know you do, but Hannah won't let us."

"See Hannah," he said to the angel. "I want out."

"No," she told him.

"I want out! See Muh! See Cas!"

"I'm sorry, but not until Metatron comes back," Hannah said, then looked over at us, to Cas. "Now before we were interrupted, you were trying to tell me that Metatron set you up, arranged those angel bombers to make himself look like the victim?"

"Gadreel was his second in command..." Cas reminded. Clifton turned around to look at Gadreel. He was sat down on the stone seat, staring at nothingness.

"Uncle Dreel," Clifton spoke. Gadreel didn't answer. "Uncle Dreel," he repeated. "We get out."

Gadreel finally looked down at the black haired toddler and narrowed one eye at him. "What?"

Clifton put his palm over Gadreel's knee. Whatever he showed him, it made him look to his right, where a pile of stone rubble sat.

Some of the pieces looked sharp...

Gadreel looked back at Clifton and nodded lightly. As Cliffy went back to the front of the cell, Gadreel faced the other way and took a sharp piece of stone, and painfully started carving symbols on his chest.

"Please let us out," I moaned. Hannah just tilts her head at me. "I'm going to kill you," I decided. "As soon as Metatron's gone, I'm taking care of a few assholes. You know, like Hannah."

"Not Benji," Clifton told me.

"No, not Benjamin. He's okay." I replied.

"Not Cas."

"Of course."

"Not Uncle Dreel."

"I know son, I know."

Gadreel said, "I sat in this jail for thousands of years, wanting nothing more than redemption and reclaiming my good name." He sounded like he was in a little bit of pain.

"You've been redeemed, brother," Cas told him.

"The only thing that matters in the end is the mission," Gadreel continued. "Protecting the humans."

Why does he sound so shaky?

"Lynn, Castiel, move to the other side of your cell," Gadreel ordered.

"What are you doing?" Cas demanded.

"Clifton?" I said fearfully.

"When they say my name, perhaps I won't just be the one who let the serpent in," Gadreel hoped.

Oh my-

He set himself up to be one of those suicide bombers!

NO! CLIFTON!

"Don't!" Hannah yelped, racing over to the other cell and starting to open it.

"Perhaps I will be known as one of the many who gave Heaven a second chance." Gadreel finished.

"Gadreel-!" Cas warned.

"CLIFTON!" I screamed.

Hannah rushed into the cell to stop Gadreel from offing himself, but Clifton grabbed her leg tightly, and Hannah stopped in her tracks. She was no longer in the jail. She was strapped to a table against her will, and she saw Lynn Winchester walking up to her with an angel blade.

"Go Uncle Dreel," Clifton alerted. "Get out."

Gadreel slipped out of the cell, and walked over to ours to open it. "What the hell?!" I snapped.

"It was his idea," Gadreel remarked as he got our cell door open. I raced out and dipped into the other cell, where I saw Clifton holding onto Hannah's leg. I wonder what he was showing her. Regardless, I knocked her out cold.

"Son..." I said quietly. "You..."

"Big trouble?" He said in horror, widening his amber eyes.

"No, you...are the bravest boy I've ever met," I said, lifting him up. "You did a good job."

"Come on," Cas urged us. Quickly, I grab Gadreel's arm. He looks at me confusingly. I press my other hand against his chest (for some reason I like touching him) and heal him of his suicide carvings. Now we followed Castiel back to Metatron's office. A chick angel named Ingrid was in there so I blasted her against the wall. "Where is the angel tablet?" Cas asked her. She refused to answer, so he told Gadreel to remove her.

Now we search the entire room for that stupid ass tablet that's at fault for all this crap. I dump out every book on every bookshelf. Clifton crawls along the floor, and I'm not sure if he was doing that to help look, or just for kicks.

Cas walks over to the desk and lifts up the typewriter. Bingo. He pulls it out of its hiding spot and throws it to the floor, making it shatter into pieces.

"Well played..." We heard Metatron say desperately as he appeared. "The angel tablet, the most powerful thing ever was destroyed for what? Oh right, to save Dean Winchester." He scowled. "Well guess what? He's dead."

"FUCK YOU!" I screamed. I attacked him, putting my fingers around his neck and choke him until I throw him to the floor. "You lying piece of shit! HE'S NOT DEAD!"

Nephros came out of nowhere, shoving me off Metatron. "Nephros-!" I yelled. "Don't fuck with me or I swear to-!"

"Dean is dead," Nephros confirmed. "I saw it."

"No," Clifton said weakly. "Uncle Dean not dead." He denied.

Nephros went over and knelt down behind Cliffy. "I'm sorry." He whispered, and put an angel blade against his throat.

"NO!" I screamed. "NONONONO PLEASE! DON'T HURT HIM!"

"Then step away from Father," Nephros ordered.

I obeyed, going back all the way across the room. Metatron stood up and had Cas double cuffed to the chair he sat in after shattering the tablet. "You won't get away with this!" He said angrily. "Our brothers and sisters will find out you've been playing them!"

Metatron laughed. "And then? They will do nothing because they're too scared. And when I lead them home, they're not gonna care how we got there!"

I whimpered, keeping my frightened eyes peeled on Nephros and my son.

"You never could get it together," Metatron said softly, pulling out an angel blade and aiming it at Cas. "You never learned how to tell a good story."

"You did," Cas remarked. He turned his head over to a radio device, the one Metatron must have used to talk to all of us. It had been on this whole time. Metatron's face fell as a flock of angels bursts in. They apprehend him, and Nephros. Clifton runs over to me with a face full of tears. I grab him and hold him tightly.

"See Uncle Dean," he cried. I looked at Cas, and he said Metatron and Nephros would be locked up for the time being. I said nothing as I took my son and I out of here.


I have never seen my son cry as much as he did when he saw Dean's body laying on a bed in the Bunker. Sam summoned Crowley, but Crowley blasted him back into unconsciousness.

"He won't be ready for this yet," he told me. I ignored him, looking at Dean with reddened eyes. He just laid there with a bloodied face. His eyes shut. Lifeless.

Dead.

"Lynn, there's something I need to tell you," Crowley admitted. "About the Mark of Cain."

I looked up at him. "What...?"

"Apparently Cain didn't want to be a killer like the Mark wanted him to be, so he stabbed himself with The First Blade. They say...the Mark didn't want to let go." Crowley explained.

"Didn't want to let go..." I repeated.

He pulls out The First Blade and puts it in Dean's hand and puts his hand over his chest. "Listen to me, Dean," he spoke to my dead brother. "You're not feeling death right now. You're feeling a new kind of life. Open your eyes, Dean."

I grew nervous. Very nervous. Has Crowley gone mad?

"See what I see," he continued. "Feel what I feel."

It suddenly dawned on me exactly what he meant. My eyes went wide as I looked back at Dean. I watched and watched and watched, and nothing could explain how I felt when I saw...

...when I saw Dean open his eyes, and they were black.


The sequel is up! In my stories labeled "The Night Will Always Win" hope all my readers will check it out! Thanks everyone for all the reviews and MUCH love to those who have been reading since story one! You are greatly appreciated!

x Arlena