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Warning:
Swearing in the second part.
Chapter 11:
"Poison." Gabriel said.
"What?" Sam asked taken aback.
"I got poisoned back then, remember? That thing was potent enough to cause horrible damage to my grace. But the real reason it took me a few centuries to come back and that too as a fledgling was because my consciousness was scattered. I found out what it was and I'm not going to tell you, but I've managed to get my hands on it. Destroying the Beast is simple but we need to do so without releasing our Aunt, that's the real challenge. What we are actually planning to do is to lure the Beast into one of my pocket dimensions, that's where you come in, Sam."
"I'm the bait."
"Yep, but Dean and Castiel will be there with you because one, it will be suspicious otherwise and two, Castiel can take you in and out of the place. Ames here is responsible for maintaining the pocket dimension. We need to make sure that the real world won't be affected if things go south. Lu and Cain will remove the Mark from the Beast and confuse the Mark, make it believe it has a host while in truth it doesn't. Raff and Crowley will purify the Beast's grace and then return it to Lucky Lu."
Gabriel tilted his head barely dodging the spoon Lucifer threw at his head. Amenadiel swatted at the back of Lucifer's head while Raphael sat back watching his brother's antics with a fond expression. Castiel looked torn between laughing out loud and burying his head in his hands and then decided to follow Raphael's example. Sam on the other hand stood there unable to believe that these were the same Angels that had attempted to make his family's life miserable with all their meddling.
Gabriel on the other hand continued to speak as though the interruption had never occurred.
"Meanwhile, Death will tear Amara's consciousness out of her prison and I'll start poisoning her. A nick was enough to do me in. Imagine what a few gallons of that stuff would do to her. Best part, she can't resurrect herself like I could and between Death's and my meddling she won't be aware enough to get someone else to do it for her. This way the balance between Darkness and Light will be maintained and the world won't go kaput. No Beast, no Amara, no Apocalypse or the End of the World for the foreseeable future. What do you people think?"
By the end of Gabriel's explanation the entire gang had gathered in the mess hall. Cain was the first to speak up. "How are we supposed to fool the Mark into believing that it has a host?"
"We've both been the Mark's host. If we let our presence mingle a bit it will be confused as to which one it should choose. Create a small space around it and mix our presence completely, the Mark won't feel the separate pulls towards us. Instead, it would feel like it had chosen a host and that it is inside said host. We'll only need to maintain that illusion for a few moments. By then Death and Gabe would be done with whatever they need to do." Lucifer answered.
Cain nodded satisfied.
"How are we going to convince the Beast to show up?"
"How good are you at acting, Dean?" Raphael asked his face lit up by a decidedly unholy smile.
Sam was perched on a barrel in an old abandoned warehouse. His breathing was unsteady and his eyes were rimmed with red as though he had been crying. Suddenly, the Impala raced into the warehouse and Dean jumped out if it not even bothering to cut of the ignition. Castiel followed out much more calmly, but seemed equally harried. They looked around and on spotting Sam; they rushed over to his side. Dean suddenly punched Sam in the face. Sam stumbled back, a hand going to the side of his face, gently prodding at the already forming bruise and winced slightly. Dean moved in for another punch but was quickly restrained by Castiel.
"See! This is why I should have just said yes to him all that time ago. All you and the others see is an abomination when they looked at me! For what?! Because of what that son of a bitch did to me when I was a kid? How exactly is that my fault? If anything, it should be Mom's fault for letting that blasted Yellow eyed bastard into the house. It's Dad's fault for not killing me then and there. If she hadn't let him in, I wouldn't have been fed demon blood. If Dad had just killed when he had realized what I was, then I would never have had to deal with those bloody disappointed looks he used to throw at me. I would never have had to deal with his rage and anger at me for something that was not my fault. I would never have had to deal with people I saw as family suddenly looking at me with hatred and distrust, like I was going to murder them in their sleep. I'm done. I'm so done. The next time the Morningstar asks me, I'm going to say yes."
"You don't really mean that Sam." Castiel said softly, restraining Dean effortlessly. Judging by the shade on Dean's face and the infuriated looks he threw at the angel, Castiel had done a lot more than just physically restrain him. After all, the elder Winchester wasn't someone who could silently stand by and listen to someone insult his parents, even if it was his younger brother.
Castiel opened his mouth to speak to the younger Winchester, but clicked it shut as he felt a sudden drop in temperature around him.
"Are you sure about that Sam?" A voice drawled from the entrance of the warehouse.
The three whirled to face the rotting corpse of Nick at the door. The Beast had come.
A/N:
1. Special thanks to Valanz-Del'gronto-Espada-neg'1.