Devil's Bargain Part 1

Lebanon, Kansas

Sam, Dean, Angela, Castiel, and Grace sat at the table in the library.

"Let me get this straight," Dean started. "You were kidnapped, weeks ago, locked up. Cas, I just talked to you on the phone."

"No. No." Castiel sighed. "Asmodeus had my phone. You've been talking to him."

"What did he want with you?" Angela questioned.

"Well, he must have wanted Lucifer. I just, I just happened to be in proximity."

"Lucifer?" Sam's face fell visibly and Angela grabbed his hand. "No. No."

"No, no, we slammed his ass back to Apocalypse World, how did—

"Kevin Tran." Castiel interrupted.

"Kevin Tran." Dean echoed.

"Apocalypse World version, yes. We managed to open a rift using Lucifer's grace."

Sam's brows furrowed. "They have an angel tablet?"

"Yes. And the archangel, Michael, again the Apocalypse World version, wants to use the spell to invade and conquer our world. That's why I met with Lucifer." Castiel explained.

"So… You met… Cas, I specifically told you not to do anything stupid." Dean lectured.

"Well, he was weak and given the context of our imminent annihilation it didn't seem stupid." Castiel rationalized. "Lucifer wanted to help find Michael."

"Oh yeah, Lucifer wanted to help, sure." Angela scoffed.

"If he were lying I'd have known it. He was, he was scared. But Asmodeus showed up before we could finish our conversation and when we finally managed to escape Lucifer did try to kill me."

"Oh, so much for helping," Dean muttered.

"He say anything about our mom and Robert?" Sam asked.

"They're alive," Castiel informed. "That's all I know. I'm sorry."

~/~\~

Dean walked into the main room carrying the demon tablet.

"It's a long shot at best," Castiel commented, holding Grace in his arms.

"Yeah, well, most of what we do are long shots, you get used to it." Dean shrugged. "Cas, I'm sorry. All that time you were with Asmodeus, I should have known it wasn't you."

"No, he's a shapeshifter. Besides, I was the one who got myself captured."

"Yeah, but if we knew, you know we would have—

"Yeah, I know you would have tried another long shot." Castiel interrupted. "I'm fine, Dean."

"You sure about that?" Dean quirked a brow.

"Right now, all that matters is getting Jack, your mother, and Angela's father out of that place. Okay?" Castiel replied. "Look, I promised Kelly that I would protect her son. I intend to keep that promise."

The door to the bunker opened and Sam, Angela, and Donatello walked in.

"Hey, there he is. Donny, how you doing?" Dean asked.

"Uh, the usual. Bewildered." Donatello sighed.

"Right, cool. So here's the plan. We nab Lucifer."

"If he is as weak as Cas says, then the angel cuffs should work on him," Angela added.

"Yeah, maybe." Castiel nodded.

"Well, maybe is all we got," Dean replied. "So, we grab Satan, we use his grace to open a door between the two universes, okay? Then we get Mom and Robert, and we get Jack, and then we get out. Slam the door before Michael follows us and destroys our universe. Now it's gonna be harder than it sounds."

"And so the spell to open this rift is in the angel tablet," Donatello replied.

"Yeah, they are—um—on Earth 2," Sam answered. "Except—

"Except we don't have the angel tablet anymore." Castiel finished.

"No, we don't. But we do have the demon tablet." Sam uncovered it and Donatello picked it up.

"We thought it might mention the spell as well, because it, too, is the word of God."

"And since you speak God, we figured it was right up your alley. So, give it a swing." Dean told Donatello.

"These glyphs are nearly impenetrable." Donatello frowned.

"Great. Um… is there anything we can get you, or uh—

"Chicken wings," Donatello answered quickly.

"Excuse me?" Dean's brows shot up.

"Chicken wings," he repeated. "Heavy lifting like this requires real brain fuel. My analysis of the half-lives of the 33 arsenic isotopes, about, oh, 25 buckets."

Suddenly, Castiel heard a loud ringing and groaned in pain.

"Cas, you alright?" Angela asked in concern.

"It's angel radio," he answered. "A vessel was found last night, mutilated."

"Wait… who's killing angels?" Donatello asked.

~/~\~

Sam and Angela were in their room packing their duffel bags when Angels felt a pain in her abdomen. She winced slightly, and Sam noticed.

"Angie, are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Just felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. I'm fine, though."

Sam's brows furrowed in concern. "Do you think it's a contraction?"

"No," Angela shook her head. "It can't be. I still have a month left. It's gotta be Braxton Hicks or something."

"Maybe you and Gracie should stay here," Sam suggested. "You could be going into early labor."

"Sam," Angela rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. Like I said, it's probably Braxton Hicks."

~/~\~

Monroe City, Missouri

Sam and Angela approached a homeless man, Time, flashing their FBI badges.

"Excuse me, sir?" Angela asked. "Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?"

"Yeah, no, I'm kind of working here," Tim replied.

"I'll tell you what, we'll be quick. I promise." Sam assured. "Just tell me, have you ever seen this man?" he showed Tim a picture of Lucifer.

"Actually, we had a lovely chat." Time nodded. "He was curious about this faith healer I'm saving up to see. She's gonna fix this leg right up. Sister Jo."

"Did he, uh, believe in her?" Angela questioned.

"Not at first, but after I described her skills, he was very supportive."