Hi, guys! :) How's been your week so far? Hopefully, you're all doing great!
Btw, I just remembered I never asked... what did you think of the series finale of our beloved Supernatural? I think it was really good, I cried for over an hour after I watched it :D But what got me a bit disappointed was I managed to figure the major plot developments in the middle, the middle!, of the season. Was it obvious only to me Jack was going to become a God? And that it will end with Sam and Dean being together no matter what? Like closing the way it all begun? Tell me what you thought of it! :))
Anyways, happy reading! :)
The familiar rumble of the Impala's engine is the only thing disturbing the silence of the night as Dean's foot slams on the pedal, going way over the speed limit. The car shoots past trees and bushes, the road ahead merging into the darkness.
Dean's grip on the wheel is so tight his knuckles are white. His jaw is clenched and his eyes flash with dangerous determination as his whole mind is set to getting to Sam. I know him well enough to realize how worried he is, his inner turmoil evident in his crude behavior. I can't even imagine how he feels, pissed and afraid all at the same time. Every nerve in his body is on high alert as his fear for his brother makes him tensed as a bowstring.
There's nothing I can say to make it better, easier for him. I can only be there for him, to support him and help him get through this. To encourage him, give him hope and strength if he needs me to. I gently put my hand on his shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. I sense his muscles tense and sigh.
I rub my forehead, going through everything we know so far. Sam's decision is not on a whim. Kevin said someone called him, claiming to have me and Dean. Sam tried to reach us but we never answered our phones. And when I checked, Dean and I don't have even one missed call. Someone's been blocking Sam away from us. The demand for our lives is for him to finish the trials. So in the usual Winchester fashion, he just took everything into his own hands, leaving Kevin and Ben behind, worried sick. But the kids managed to get to us and Kevin is tracking the car Sam took. It leads to an abandoned church in the middle of nowhere.
"The last trial," Kevin explained, "It's to cure a demon. And I found a ritual devised by Father Max Thompson, here in the archives of the Men of Letters. It was all in my notebooks. Sam knows how to do it."
I shake my head. I'm so worried and on edge, yet my whole body is in pain and I feel exhausted and sleepy. But the fact Sam couldn't reach Dean and me... It's all too familiar. I've seen it before. With Michael and Lucifer, when the angels were trying to turn the brothers against each other. Fucking feathered asses. Cas is still in Heaven, so Meg is the only one we can count on. Everybody else is too far to get on time to help. Yet, I'm worried about Cas. Who knows what's brewing up there, he might be in trouble and we wouldn't even know it...
I clench my jaw, pushing aside those thoughts. Right now, Sam is the most important. When we get him, I'll worry about everything else. Kevin said the ritual is long and can take even up to a couple of days, so I really hope we'll get there on time. My chest clenches, and I barely manage to suppress the rising cough. I feel the blood in my mouth. I shift in my seat when Dean's voice draws me back to the road.
"You should rest," his voice is full of steel. "I need you there."
I just nod, I know he needs sleep as much as I do but he'd never let this slow us down. And I need to be in my best shape, I can let Dean or Sam down. Not now. Even when I can feel my strength fading by the hour. I lay my head on Dean's lap, my hand on his thigh, and do my best to relax and rest.
When I wake up, it's still dark. It's quiet and I abruptly sit, rubbing the sleep of my eyes. Dean's staring right ahead, the Impala's engine's dead. I follow his gaze. There's a church ahead, it's a dark silhouette in the night's horizon but I can see it. As I can see the figures separating us from the church. So they've been waiting for us and we've lost the advantage of surprise. I check my phone, there are just a couple hours to dawn.
"Dean?" I question him quietly.
He's pale, his eyes glued to the church, his expression firm with determination. The glint in his green irises is murderous. As I start to wonder if he even heard me, the back door squeaks and I whirl around, gun in my hand.
"C'mon, now," Meg smiles, "I thought we were over that by now."
I roll my eyes and put the gun down.
"So?" Dean's voice is full of steel I haven't heard since Purgatory
"Three, maybe four angels, five... no, four demons." I see her bloody hands and smile, realizing what she did, "That's only outside. Only one entrance, guarded. The windows are nailed. Can't tell what's inside."
"They didn't see you?"
"Please," Meg scoffs, "I'm a demon, not a moron. Plus, they are too occupied to watch you, waiting for your move."
"Demons, you're sure?" I squeeze my eyes, "Crowley wouldn't..."
"They're rouge." Meg states, "I knew them back in the day. There's no way they're on Crowley's orders."
"Fine." I nod and pull a couple of hex bags, "Little bombs and the mist thing we used on the Stynes." I explain and hand them to Meg and Dean.
His fingers brush against my hand as he takes them. Dean casts me a firm glance. I know what he wants. We're going all in, and failure is not an option. We must get to Sam. I nod in understanding and go back to the trunk, pulling weapons and handing them to the demon and the hunter.
Dean and I silently head to the church, Meg follows us.
"So, what's the plan?" the demon asks.
"Get Sam." Dean states.
"Oh, that simple." Meg shrugs, tossing an angel blade from hand to hand, "Great, I was worried it's gonna be some complicated Bourne-style shit."
I suppress the need to roll my eyes and concentrate on the task at hand. As a hunter, I know how to ignore the pain and push my body to its limits without putting my life in danger. But not today. I know I'm weak, I'm not nearly close to my top shape. But I'll fight tooth and claw to help Sam. Even if it's the last thing I do.
As the church's shape grows bigger with every step we make, the guards jump at us. We're close enough to see the door so I do my best to clear a path for Dean. The demon before me collapses as I manage to stab him with my angel blade in the face. Another comes swinging at me as Meg fights the remaining two. She twists and stabs, quick as a viper. I block the hit aiming for my head but don't manage to turn around enough to avoid the one in my ribs. The fucking demon is strong and has more skill than I assumed.
I retreat in the hope to trick him, yet all I can do is trying to block his hits. I'm barely breathing already, sweat running down my neck, my whole body in pain. His foot connects with my stomach, bending me in two as I fall on the ground. I barely manage to roll over before he's on me, his hands clenching around my neck. What he doesn't expect is for me to claw his eyes. My thumbs sink into his eyeballs and he releases me with a scream. I launch myself at him, using my body weight to tackle him down. Before he realizes what's happening my blade sinks into his heart, an orange glow goes through his body as he collapses.
I move on my feet, running towards Dean, who is surrounded by the angels. Meg's steps follow me swiftly as a shadow. We attack simultaneously. Two are down before they even realize what is happening. The other two, they give us a real fight. The kind of fight I haven't been in since Purgatory. As I tackle down my opponent, ignoring the pain shooting through my body, I yell at Dean who is now free of opponents to fight.
"Go! Go, now!"
He hesitates at the door for the briefest of seconds. Then, he casts me one last glance, nods, and swiftly moves inside. We both know the only person who can really get to Sam is his brother. Dean. Their bond is beyond strong, forged in the turmoil of loss, death, torture... It's always been like that. Both of them against the whole world.
Meg and I must buy them as much time as we can. But the two angels are not easy opponents. I can hear Meg's wild laugh as she circles around the angel like a vulture, ready to attack the moment she sees a weakness in his defense.
The angel I'm trying to hold down jabs me in the ribs, wrenching himself free. I barely manage to get on my feet, and he's already swinging at me. The angel blade flies out of my hand, I feel blood dripping from the corner of my mouth. My breaths are heavy and difficult, my vision almost entirely blurred. The ringing in my head doesn't help much either. But I know it's me or him. I pull out my gun. It's no use against an angel by I might be lucky and slow him down enough to get my blade. But I don't have the chance to shoot, he kicks me and throws me on the ground. I cough blood, pain flourishing through my chest and abdomen as I fight for air on my fours. Another kick, my body flies across the dirt. A silver gleam catches my attention. I'm not too far from it, so I launch myself to it the moment the angel sees it, too. He throws himself to it, and we end up grappling with each other, fighting for dominance. I twist and manage to get on top of him, pinning his chest with my whole body weight. It's now or never. Ignoring the trembling in my hands, the nausea, the dizziness, and the weakness, I push with all the strength I have left. The angel's eyes widen as the blade sinks into his chest, silver light pouring around.
I look up to see Meg finishing off the angel she's fighting with one swift and precise stab. I spit blood as I move away from the body and the charred black wings on the ground. But I can't stand up, no matter how much I will my body to obey me. I hardly manage to crawl away from the angel's corpse. There's nothing left in me, despite my efforts to stand on my two feet and go into that church. My body simply doesn't move at my command anymore. I'm disorientated, bright patterns dancing before my eyes as I try to push away the dizziness and the weakness. There's no energy left in me, nothing to keep me going. Exhaustion like nothing I have ever felt washes upon me, drawing me closer and closer to oblivion. There's a strange numbness that brings cold and peace. I just collapse on the ground, facing the sky.
Some distant part of my mind realizes what is happening. I'm dying. It's finally happening. But it's okay. I helped my boys one last time. I know Dean got to Sam on time. It's the Winchesters we're talking about. Of course, they'll save the day. Because that's what they do. Because they are the heroes this world needs. My chest barely heaves, yet I don't feel the pain. Not anymore. My eyes flutter trying to stay open but there's that pull that makes me wish to embrace the darkness. To let go.
"Braden!" Meg hovers over me, "Braeden, no! No, no, no..."
I weakly smile at her as she pulls me in her embrace, lifting my head so I can breathe easily. I can't talk, my mouth is dry and my lips refuse to move so I just smile at her. All I can see is the fading night sky, the silver shining of the stars yields before the golden force of the first rays of the sun. I know Meg's talking to me, but all I can concentrate on is the sunrise, the beautiful warm tints of pink, orange, and purple mixing in unbelievable shades and forms marking the beginning of a new day. A day I will never see.
There are cries, shouting, voices I vaguely recognize. Dean, Sam... Why would I hear Kevin and Ben is beyond me. It's my blurred mind playing tricks on me. It's too late already. I let go. The last thing etched into my memory before the deathly darkness engulfs me, is the wonderful golden disk of the sun and a pair of painfully beautiful emerald eyes, full of pain and fear.
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