Lyra Agate was knelt with her brother, Jasper. Behind them was Jamie. Lynn wasn't with them...
Jasper looked over to see a black car pull up. "That them?" he asked.
"Yeah. Hey," Lyra went over to the Impala. "Dean, Bobby."
"Hey," Dean greeted, exiting the car. "You brought your geek squad?"
"Yeah, this is Jasper," Lyra introduced. "And Jamie. We got another covering the back of the building, Abby." she explained.
"Where's Lynn?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. Not answered any of our calls. She wasn't at her grandma's house, either." Lyra told him.
"Shit," Dean muttered. "I hope Cas didn't get to her."
"Oh hell no," Jasper snarled. "If he did, I'll kill that motherf—"
"Calm down, we don't know anything yet." Lyra told him.
Bobby was using binoculars. "I count a dozen mooks, probably more."
"Demons?" Dean guessed.
"Angels," Jasper corrected. He gazed over towards the building.
"How the hell are we gonna take out that many angels?" Dean asked.
"Besides us?" Jasper asked.
"We'll ninja our way in," Jamie finally said.
"Awesome," Dean said sarcastically.
"Shut up," Bobby said. "You hear that?"
Everyone turned around. "What is that?" Lyra asked. It was a repetitive booming, like thundering footsteps.
"T-Rex, maybe?" Dean guessed. Jasper scoffed at that.
"...holy mother of—" Bobby gaped. Looking in his direction, large mounds of demon smoke were coming their way.
"What the f-?" Jamie asked, his golden eyes wide.
"Get in the car!" Dean yelled. He and Bobby sprung in, "Lyra, guys, get out of here!" Dean yelled, but the Nephilim were in too much shock to hear them.
The smoke came in fast, slamming the Impala. As it flipped, the hood of the car smacked Lyra, and she hit the ground hard, knocked out cold.
"LYRA!" Jasper yelled, bracing himself as the smoke tried to push him back.
When the demon smoke was gone, Jamie coughed, as Jasper went down to his sister. "Ly!" he hissed. "She's out. I didn't even...what happened?"
"The car hit her," Jamie told him, coughing again. "Guys?" he went over to the flipped Impala.
"Bobby-?" Dean choked. "Bobby-!" he cried. "We gotta go."
"Come on, man," Jamie grabbed Dean's arm, pulling him out. "You're good." he said, lounging for Bobby.
Dean watched the kid pull Bobby out. Who the hell was the boy anyway-? Jamie. He remembered what Rufus and Lynn said to each other.
"Hey devil kid. That boy in Madison alright?"
"Jamie-? Yeah."
"Who?"
"No one."
Was this who they mentioned-? Dean didn't take the time to ask once Bobby was out. "What now?" Jasper demanded.
"Stay here with Lyra," Jamie ordered. "I'm going in with them."
"Okay. Be careful." Jasper watched them off. Once they were inside, he teleported to the back of the building. "Abby?" he called, and then stopped.
The gold-eyed angel was laid on the ground, eyes closed.
Black wings imprinted in the ground.
"Damnit..." Jasper muttered.
Inside, slowly opening the last door, Jamie could hear a man speaking a chant, in a foreign language. He, Bobby and Dean hit the stairs, glancing at each other.
Jamie saw Raphael, and forced himself to stop before giving them away.
Dean pulled out the Archangel's Blade, and ninja threw it at Raphael.
Jamie blinked wide when he-she caught it with his-her hand.
The Archangel and Demon both looked up to see the trio. Bored, Crowley whipped his hand, sending Jamie and Bobby flying down the stairs, then making Dean hit the wall, fall off the edge, land on the table, then to the floor.
"Bit busy, gentlemen," Crowley told them. "Be with you in a minute."
Jasper was sat, next to his out cold sister, when he heard footsteps from behind. Turning around, his dark brown eyes surveyed a man three inches at the most, taller than him, next to the flipped Impala, gun in hand.
Sam Winchester. "I'll be damned." Jasper realized.
Sam saw him, and aimed his gun. "Who are you?"
"Relax, we're Lynn's cousins." Jasper told him. "Your brother and Singer are inside. Might wanna hurry."
"Okay," Sam said. "Thanks." he made his way down to the building.
Jasper looked down, seeing Lyra's eyes move, but not yet open.
Inside, Crowley finished the chant, and nothing happened. "...maybe I said it wrong." he thought.
"You said it perfectly."
Jamie strained his head over to see a dude in a trenchcoat, empty jar in hand. A girl stood behind him. Lynn-? No.
It was her. Jamie noted that she looked...different. Her expression was gone. No emotions.
"All you needed was this," the coated guy said, motioning at the jar, setting it down.
Jamie and the others got up by then, "You okay kid?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Jamie nodded. The coated guy looked at them for a moment, and then looked back.
"I see," Crowley said. "And we've been dealing with..." he tasted the blood from the wall. "Dog blood. Naturally."
Jamie saw how terrified Raphael looked. Who was this guy-? One of the Archangels-? No, wait...Gabriel was dead. Michael and Lucifer were in a Cage. Dicks.
"Enough of these games, Castiel," Raphael said. "Give us the blood."
"You, look. Game's over," Crowley told him-her, "Jars empty."
Jamie peered back at the jar. Empty...what the hell did that mean-?
I looked over at Dean and Bobby. They'd been hurt. I didn't care why. Jamie was in front of them, freaked look on his face.
He should be scared.
"So, Castiel, Lynn. How'd your ritual go?" Crowley asked. "Better than ours, I'll bet."
Cas glanced at me, nodding. Why not show them what we could do?
We closed our eyes, making the power of the souls emanate from our bodies for a moment, making the whole room flash.
Much more powerful than an angel flash. Raphael and Jamie had to block their eyes.
After it faded, Cas had another look on his face. "You can't imagine what it's like," he said quietly. "They're all inside me."
"Millions and millions of souls," I added. Seeing my Aunty-Uncle look afraid amused me.
"Sounds sexy," Crowley said. "Exit stage Crowley..." he disappeared.
I would hunt him down later. He was going to severely pay for all that he'd done.
"What's the matter, Raphael?" Cas asked. "Somebody clip your wings?"
"Castiel, please!" he-she begged. "You let the demon go, but not your brother?"
"We have plans for him," I spoke, holding up my hand. "On the other hand...this is for killing Gabriel."
Snapping my fingers, I watched the Archangel explode.
That was two down, for Jade's prophecy.
After a moment, Cas smiled a little. "So you see, we saved you." he said to the others.
"...sure did, Cas. Thanks guys." Dean told us.
"You doubted me, fought against me, but I was right all along." Cas said next.
"Okay, you were," Dean agreed. "We're sorry," he said. "Now let's defuse you guys, okay?" he suggested.
Cas tilted his head, "What do you mean?"
"You guys are full of nuke," Dean told us. "It's not safe. Let's get those souls back where they belong."
"Oh I don't think so," I denied.
"They belong with us," Cas stated.
"No, it's scrambling with your brains!" Dean argued.
"I'm not finished. Raphael had many followers, who I must punish." Cas announced.
Then we stood there and listened to Dean. All I could hear was bullshit. Mumble jumble about being family, dying for each other, water under the bridge, and how he did not want to lose us.
Yeah, bullshit. All of it.
"You're saying that because I won." Cas realized. "You're afraid. You're not my family, Dean. I don't have any family." he told him.
My eyes narrowed over when I saw Sam appear, angel blade in hand, stabbing Cas in the back. Only it did nothing. He pulled it out, and set it down.
"Glad you could make it, Sam." I said to him.
"The angel blade won't work on me, because I'm not an angel anymore." Cas told him, then he faced Dean and the others. "I'm your new God. A better one." he declared.
Dean and Sam looked as terrified as Jamie and Bobby. "So, you will bow down, and profess your love onto me, your Lord," Cas explained. "Or I will destroy you."
Their fearful expressions were still amusing me. They should be afraid.
Jade had been right all along. I did die. Lynn Logan had died. I became something new. Something powerful.
Something better...
