Vivian was running. She was strong, but she knew she had to be careful.
"Keep running, witch." The warlock taunts.
She easily deflected the warlock's powers, his fireball hitting some crates. He tried again, she easily deflected it again, destroying him.
She sighed in relief. Unfortunately he appeared behind her.
"Cloning spell. You have one chance. Where is she?"
"I don't know who you are talking about." Vivian was scared. She knew of this warlock, he was a ruthless murderer who specializes in stealing other witches' natural gifts.
"Rowena MacLeod."
"Go to hell."
"Eventually." He stabbed her, using his mind to steal her magic.
He didn't find Rowena, but he had sweet new magic.
A young prostitute was running. Her last John, he nearly beat her. She knew how dangerous her work was, but she didn't have a choice. She tripped hard, breaking her heel when she caught in in a sewage grate. She picked it up and kept running. She had to get away.
"Going somewhere?"
She gasps on who she ran to. She should have took her chances at the John.
"I made a mistake. Please. Take me back." She begs.
"Hmm. Tempting. But you ran away, plus lost it on a customer."
She felt scared. She heard of pimps beating their girls, plus some who never came back. She knew. Luckily she was carrying her heel.
A few seconds later was staring at him in horror.
His remaining eye black, he gives her a cold smile.
"At least I can look the part."
The homeless man covered his ears at the screams.
"Hey sis, check this out." Phoebe shows her sister Prue the phone.
"John Norman Signs Deal Worth $50 Million. Lucky bastard." Prue gives Phoebe back her phone eating her cereal.
"No, below it."
"Woman found in alley in Chesterfield, Missouri. Every limb ripped off, including appendages. Sucks for her." So? Prue just wanted to relax.
"That's not the only other thing."
"Another murder? Phoebe, we're warlocks. Who gives a shit. Piper is in New York. Our goody two shoes half breed sister is in that stupid rehab place. Who cares." Prue couldn't remember anything. The last thing she remembers was her going away party. Too bad Phoebe and Piper sent their doll collection home, their families were getting suspicious.
"It's how they died. The woman in that alley. Demon. The one here, warlock."
"So what does that have to do with us? Remember, we have lay low remember? That pest is still hanging around. That is why I put up anti spying magic. Last thing I want is another Jackson wannabe." Prue hated witch hunters. Hunters are one thing, but witch hunters? They are nothing but murderers.
"We go out and get to the bottom of things. Piper is god knows where, and Paige is working. I need to beat something." Phoebe says cracking her knuckles.
Prue raised her eyebrows. Phoebe's usual clothing was replaced with leather pants and a black jacket. Her makeup was even gothic.
"Just as long as I can be sure you can move. Maybe you should change."
They decided to head for the alleyway where the witch was murdered. They walked past the police tape, both willing to put any witness to sleep. Neither cared about the victim, but since there was a warlock involved, they had to know why he killed her. Phoebe walks to some crates, curious to see why there were burn marks. She got a premonition.
"What do you see?" Prue asked.
"These powers, they are just one of many I obtained from you witches. Now I want your powers of reflection. However, I'll spare you, if you tell me where I could find Rowena McLeod." When she refused to tell him, he stabbed her, but not before taking her powers.
Phoebe was shaken when she got out of her trance.
"That warlock, he's killing witches."
"So, what does it has to do with us?" Prue said in a bored tone. "We're evil."
"Normally, I wouldn't give a shit, but he wants Rowena. Plus he siphoning magic from other witches."
"Rowena? Why Rowena?"
"She is one of they most powerful witches in the world. Plus she's been around longer than us. Imagine if that warlock got her magic."
"Yeah, your right. All we need is a unstoppable warlock. Let's call Red."
Rowena was smirking at the dead demon. Too bad about the guy inside, but "Raul" needed to be eliminated. She gestures to the two frightened women.
"If you want to stay, stay. But I won't help you next time."
Rowena usually won't give a shit, but she heard there was a major power transference in Hell. One for the new rulers was more powerful than the last leader. Rowena was a powerful witch, but that wouldn't be enough. She needed backup. That's why she was recruiting new members. Her new coven would be more powerful than any of the world.
Eames was in his den waiting for his next target. Too bad the whitelighters were gone, he would have gladly slaughtered them all, then used their powers to go after their charges. Of course going after the witches now was suicide, since many are being used as angelic vessels. He could kill a whitelighter using their bows but the weapons were useless against angels. He knew he'll be destroyed if he goes near one. He was lucky to get that witch.
He was checking online to see if Rowena was spotted. He wanted her magic. She was stronger than any witch he knew. As for the Charmed Ones, he had plans. But for now, get Rowena. He scored the Internet for anything unusual. Hmm. A prostitute got murdered, usually he wouldn't care, but it was how she was murdered. He'll keep an eye out. But for now, he sensed another witch.
"A warlock killing witches? Aye. Thanks for the heads up. I'm just having lunch with some new friends. Bye." Rowena clicks off the phone. She wasn't worried, she had tons of magic, plus some new members.
"I know you don't want this life anymore. Even if you went back to work, the next guy or girl can be a demon. I mean look at your friend. She was ripped to shreds." Both Elle and Catlin were scared. While Rowena was explaining about the advantages of witchcraft they were interrupted by a snooty waiter.
"Excuse me, there is a dress code for this establishment. Your two friends have to leave."
"We don't belong here anyways." Both Catlin and Elle start to get up.
"Don't you dare. You belong here, just as everyone else." Rowena hated snobbery. Especially racism, sexism and anything that excludes anyone based on class. She remembered her humble roots, especially how she was treated by the Loughlins. Too bad for them, their family was wiped out. She put a small bag into the waiter's hands.
"My friends and I would like to order."
"My apologies. Let me tell you about the specials."
This witch was just a student, disappointing Eames.
"Your powers are useless. Even if I could get your powers, you are not a natural. Your powers will burn out. Too bad." He stabs her.
He was hoping to draw out a Charmed One, but neither came. Odd. They usually save innocents.
"This is so boring." Yawn. "Might as well head to Missouri."
After a relaxing lunch, Rowena returned to her hotel. Both Elle and Catlin returned home, both were excited about Rowena's magic. She had plans for her new coven. Once she walked inside, something felt off. She immediately got her spell ready.
"Hello Rowena." That voice.
Dean was standing in her room. Immediately Rowena knew this wasn't Dean. His dress was too clean.
"Who are you?"
"We never met. But you know the Charmed Ones."
"Another murder? Ugh." Phoebe was staring at the body of Lauren Ane.
"She was killed with a ordinary blade, not a athame. She wasn't a natural born witch, but a student." Prue said looking at the body. "She was most likely in college. Why would a warlock go after a student?"
There was classes of witches. Students, Borrowers, Naturals, Warlocks. Witches and warlocks were mirrored in power, although warlocks were known as general enemies to good witches. Unlike students, they got their magic from stealing other witches natural gifts. Students were the most common, anyone could study witchcraft. Wiccan witches were usually in this category. If they practice their craft enough, they can become very powerful witches. Borrowers got their magic from a demon. Those witches got very powerful, but it had a heavy price. They went to Hell after they died. Not many of the witches who got them knew the price tag. The ones that do, get a ring. That ring granted them unlimited magic, surpassing even naturals, however the witch using it is tied to the demon who created it. It is believed by the owner of the ring to pass it on to other witches, hoping that their souls were safe from their deal. It is unknown if this deal helps, not many is known about the borrower's soul.
Naturals were the rarest. Their bloodline was passed down from generation to generation. Sometimes skipping family members. Those witches were usually a target for evil, since they attracted those that sought more power. Not many of them were in the world, most are not aware they have magic. Those that do practice their gift were watched by whitelighters. They guide those witches on how to defend themselves and to defeat evil. But since the whitelighters no longer existed, those witches became vulnerable. Some voluntary bonded their magic, others said yes to being angelic vessels. Others practiced in secret. Naturals can be swayed either way, good, evil or neutral. There was also others that had no unknown origin, those magic beings were human or human like. Hags, wizards, fairies were in this category. They usually lived in another dimension, their magic waned outside of their world.
"Maybe the warlock hoped to draw us out. Looks like we have a case." Prue detested warlocks, despite being one. She had to kill this asshole, can't draw suspicion.
Rowena was frightened. She heard rumors that Sam and Dean were dead. Their wives either missing or changed. Sam was her protege, he told her he wanted to be witch to protect his wife, who also was a witch. Rowena knew he had no magical blood, but demon blood was given to him as a baby. That blood gave him his psychic abilities. Rowena trained him in the arts, showing him everything she knew. She also knew their children would be very powerful witches. Sam told her him and Piper refused to have kids, due to current events. But Rowena knew human nature. She told Sam if the inevitable happens, and Piper gets pregnant, their children would be born with magic. However, their magic will be unstable. Not because Sam wasn't a witch, because he had the demon blood inside of him, plus Piper being a Charmed One. The demon blood was harmless, but if passed on, the children would be infected. Rowena advised Sam to study magic. White magic would neutralize the blood. Rowena hoped Sam was okay, as for his wife, she heard that she went darkside.
As for who was standing in front of her, she knew he could easily kill her. The souls inside of him, he was almost as powerful as God.
"What do you want?" Rowena's heart was beating fast. "My soul? I am tainted. I would be useless."
Michael chuckled.
"I already have you, plus endless copies. It's your gift. Unlike the others, you can see other worlds. I want to see what's God up to. What's His next move."
"Where do you think Rowena is at?" Elle asked Catlin.
"The hell should I know." Catlin retorts. Already she distrusted Rowena. If that was even her real name.
"That magic was SO cool! Imagine we become witches! We never have to walk the streets again."
"I don't know." That waiter. Plus Raul. Of course Raul was a demon, he deserved it. But the poor bastard at Bistro de Moules died by spontaneous combustion. She was glad Rowena got them out of there, but she and Elle were laying low. They didn't pay for their meal, plus she was afraid the law was after them. When a weird guy popped in the room out of nowhere, both women jumped.
Eames looked disappointed seeing the two prostitutes. He sensed Rowena's magic, unfortunately she wasn't here.
"Damn. I was too late. Oh well." He sees Elle. "Imperium, invenire, sume. Find me the witch."
Catlin look at Eames in fear.
"Don't worry, it's not you I want. Stay here, she will come." Eames pops away.
"Fuck that." She takes off.
Both Prue and Piper look in their shadowed book.
"Why are there so many self indulgent spells? Plus this...Cool! We get to kill Warlocks." Phoebe smiles maliciously.
"We may need the Power of Three. This warlock is strong." Prue muses.
"Against witches. We're warlocks now. If you want to call Piper, it's your funeral. She's with Sam."
Prue memorizes the spell.
"Okay. Let's hunt a warlock."
Rowena was shaking. Michael added his powers to hers. She sensed her copies, they were frightened. Even with Michael adding his grace, God shielded Himself. Rowena wasn't sure to feel thankful or terrified. She was sure to be killed and her soul taken.
Michael sighs in frustration.
"Son of a bitch." He muttered. Rowena had to hide her smile. Dean told her that Alt Dean was dead, but maybe a small part of him was inside.
"Consider yourself lucky." The sounds of feathers made her breath a sigh of relief. Unfortunately her relief was short lived. A pounding on the door made her jump. Rowena was debating on answering it when it broke down. Elle was standing I'm front of it.
"A witch tracking spell. What warlock wrote that? Using a innocent woman." Rowena says to no one in particular. She didn't want to kill Elle, but she may not have a choice. Just before she can cast a reversal spell, Eames popped in.
"Found you witch."
Rowena wanted to laugh.
"Moron."
"Excuse me, witch?"
"Impetus bestiarum!" She points to Elle. Before Eames could react, Rowena rushes out. If there was a warlock, the Charmed Ones were close by. No way was she facing four warlocks.
Both Prue and Phoebe appear in Rowena's room just as Eames killed Elle.
"Dammit. We're too late to save the innocent. Oh well." Phoebe shrugs. "Easy come, easy go."
Eames looks up at the two warlocks.
Both Phoebe and Prue chant.
"Feel the pain
of those you
Contained
May you get punished
And stay banished."
"NOOOOO!" As Eames burns up. He explodes in a ball of fire.
"He got off easy." Phoebe says to his ashes.
"Not if I have anything to do with it."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. Pheebs, a innocent died. I doubt that Eames did it."
"Let's us yank us a witch."
Rowena was in another hotel across town. She knew Catlia was gone, but at the moment didn't care. She had to hide. No way was she facing The Queen of Hell. Just as she was about to perform her cloaking spell, both Prue and Phoebe appear in a flame of fire.
Rowena bows down unwillingly to the two witches.
"Your majesty."
Metatron was tied up in a straitjacket. His grace was gone, Naomi took it from him as punishment. At least he wasn't alone, Anael was right next door.
"What's your crime?"
"Shut up."
Anael was angry. Not at Metatron, but herself. She was a fool.
She met Michael while she was walking home from an alley.
One Year Ago
"Thank you Sister Jo. If it wasn't for you, I would have lost everything. God bless." Walter Howard says, a faithful man who came to St Anthony's in Duluth every Sunday.
"He does. Everyday." Sister Jo tells him.
She walks down the street, counting her money. Not bad eight hundred bucks. She wasn't worried about being robbed, she can fly away or put the robber to sleep. She almost had enough for her renovations for her new hot tub. Should she get solid gold taps? She was thinking when she heard wings.
"I'm busy Anna." So far Anna kept bothering her for her angelic errands. Ever since she got her wings back...
"Hello Jo. Or should I say, Anael."
That voice. When she turned around, she thought she saw Dean Winchester. But his aura. Oh god.
"Michael." She knew this wasn't the Michael she knew, he preferred the vessel he currently had. This Michael, he seemed more stronger. "What do you want with me?" She was just a random angel. Barely above a cherub.
"The Auction. Your Prize."
"I don't know what you are talking about. The Auctioneer is choosy about her guests."
Michael smiles coldly at Anael making her shiver.
"You had a partner. Nice try. I was there."
The thing he saw at the locked vault, It was coveted by almost every magical being. Especially angels. It was the Crown of God.
The Crown did not look like much, It was just a wreath of laurel leaves. However, It was the first thing God created after the archangels. Like the Six Pieces, there was only One in Creation. Anael first heard of It from the muse, Clio.
It was eons after the War. Every angel was back doing their regular duties In Heaven, trying to get back to the swing of things. Anael was working for the angel Joshua at the time, trimming hedges, learning how to communicate to other beings on other astral planes, such as fairies, unicorns, mermaids, Zana, and other magical beings.
Usually she would be happy to do something else, her duties in Heaven got boring after awhile, but since Ezekiel's death, the once cheerful angel was moody and depressed about everything. Joshua must have noticed, he asked her if she wanted to do something else.
"I don't care. Everything's the same." Her light was gone.
Joshua must have noticed, he smiled with sympathy at the young angel.
"The muse Clio, she asked for an assistant for her excursion to Earth. Are you interested?"
"Why not." Jo said with a disinterested sigh.
Joshua, he was one of the first angels created by God, plus one of the very few to meet God face to face. Of course not many knew that, Joshua wanted to keep a low profile, he didn't want the other angels bothering God. After the War, and with God departing to parts unknown, the archangels were left to take over. It was rough, Joshua was one of the very few that wasn't programmed by anyone. Once all the angels were created, Joshua had his duties to run Heaven. He trained many of the lower tiered angels in the lower jobs in Heaven. It was peaceful, but when humans were created, is when things went to shit.
Lucifer rebelled. He was jealous of Man, and asked his Father why did God love them more. Joshua didn't know the full story, but once Lucifer declared War, is when almost every angel was demanded to fight.
Joshua, Anael, the cherubs, plus the muses were one of the few that had to stay behind. Naomi was surprised to be drawn into the Battle but she was needed for the strategist team. Since most of the angels were away, the muses had some free time on their hands. Anael, taking a break from her button clicking job was hanging around the muses.
"What do you think is going on?" Anael wondered out loud.
"Nothing good. I heard God Himself is down there." Euterpe says. He was the one that helped create music for humans. His work was famous around the world now. He helped Beethoven, Freddie Mercury, and Britney Spears.
"God? What do you think He's like?" Melody says dreamily. "I bet He's handsome."
"No one seen God, except the archangels. When I asked, Gabriel said He is stern, but fair." Another muse said.
"I hope everything is okay." Anael said with worry. Her boyfriend Ezekiel was down there fighting. She was praying, but she was scared he would be hurt. She asked if anything could protect him.
"I heard rumors that God left something of His behind. His Crown." Clio said with a whisper.
"The Crown of God? That is nothing but a rumor. If no one saw God, what's the point of a Crown?" Melpomene says with sarcasm. She was the one that helped write tragic love stories and music, one of them known for writing a very famous song about a tragic boat accident.
"Well, if it's true. What are we supposed to do with It?" Talia says in a sarcastic tone. "Wear It around and parade ourselves as God? That will be the day." Talia was usually the one that cracked jokes and made many angels laugh along with Uriel. But since mostly everyone was away, she was a lot quieter these days. Nowadays was well known for helping comedians on Earth, especially for many comedic television shows on now.
"Well, I heard that Crown has more power than anything God touched on Earth." Clio gestured to her audience in a whisper. Everyone listening huddled together. "I seen It. It is sitting in God's Throne Room. If God doesn't come back, do you want to take turns wearing It?"
"Are you crazy? God will be furious!" Euterpe says in a loud whisper.
"Shhhhh!" Clio said. "I don't Michael to hear us." Michael occasionally came up here to get some spare weapons or supplies. Sometimes he'll bring home injured angels to be healed in their infirmary. "Joshua is busy, we can just look at It."
Anael was intrigued. She was curious, but with that Crown, Ezekiel would be safe.
"Well, what are we waiting for. Let's go!" Anael and the other angels snuck away.
Unfortunately before they got there, they were stopped by Raphael.
"Halt. What are you doing? You should be in your positions, just because War is going on, doesn't mean humans don't need guidance. Especially now." Raphael said in a stern voice.
Before anyone could come up with a excuse, Balthazar walked in and saluted Raphael.
"Sir! The light bombs are ready."
"And the weapons?"
"Ready to go at your command. Ezekiel is just getting them now."
Ezekiel? Anael had to see him. Forgetting the Crown, she went to the Weapons Vault to see her boyfriend before he left again.
"Ezekiel!"
"Anael? What are you doing here?" They embrace. The two angels missed each other like crazy, both were young teenagers in angel years.
"I had to see you. Ezekiel. Please I have a bad feeling. Please don't go back. I...I'm afraid." Anael had this dreadful feeling Ezekiel and her would be separated forever.
"You know I have my orders. Anael, there is a War. If we lose, it will cost us more than our lives."
Even as an angel, Anael was teary. The ball of dread, it was heavy. She had this feeling.
"Please Ezekiel. No one will miss us. Let's run away. Just the two of us."
Ezekiel held her. He reluctantly shook his head.
"I can't. Even if I could, I can't. This isn't just an ordinary War. Anael, if we lose. We'll lose everything. Heaven, Earth, Mankind. Nothing will be left. Not even us."
"Promise me. Promise me you'll come Home."
Their moment was interrupted by Balthazar.
"You two still at it? Anael, don't worry so much! The next time you see Ezekiel we'll be coming home as heroes! Be proud!"
Ezekiel pulls away from Anael's light.
"What took you so long? We have to get back."
"Just got stuck with Raphael. He and his lectures." Balthazar blew a raspberry. "We have to get back, our garrison, it won't last long without us."
When Balthazar left, Anael made Ezekiel promise to come home to her. That was the last time she ever saw him. He died during the War, along with Balthazar.
The Crown of God was forgotten. Once the War ended, Heaven was in disarray. It took Michael a long time to get things back in order. Gabriel was gone, he left after the War and hasn't seen since. Many her friends were dead, along with Ezekiel. Anael fell into a deep depression. She started shirking her duties, and started rebelling. Afterwards was demoted to her current position, a job she detested for centuries.
It was when she came to Earth. It was after the angels decided to expose themselves. They were afraid of God, and made a decision to expose their secrets to humans. Anael didn't want to go on CNN like the others, instead sought out a human vessel to live quietly on Earth.
Once she became Joanna, she decided to retire from Heaven. She wanted what humans had, a normal life, but with upgrades. She became a healer, and became rich. But that wasn't enough. Even with her Mercedes, her bags of clothes and expensive purses and jewelry, none of it made her happy. She was hanging out with her friend, Hannah when she talked about her and Castiel's invitation to The Auction.
"You got an invitation? But you're human." Anael blurts out. Hannah just laughed.
"Humans are invited on occasion. Eve and I, we stayed friends over the years."
They talked about the Auction, what was being displayed for bartering, including many rare items from other worlds. Anael was intrigued about the piece of the Lost Tablet, something like that would bring her a huge fortune. But that isn't what she wanted. It was the Crown of God.
It was one of the few pieces of Heaven that disappeared over the years, Anael kicked herself for not taking It all those years ago. That Crown, It was actually more valuable than It looked. That Crown was rumored to be the next big thing to being God. Of course no angel could create, that was over and done with a long time ago. Every angel wanted It, especially the lower tiered angels. It would elevate them to archangel status, but with added bonuses. Traveling to other worlds, finding rare treasures, collecting souls, It was being auctioned off for a reason.
Anael wondered why the archangels didn't want It. But when Hannah was talking about what was being auctioned, Anael begged her to put in a bid. She had her treasure, the Lost Continent of Lemuria. She would have traded her other Treasure, the Occultum, but it was destroyed in WW2. With that Crown, Anael would be able to hide from God, start over somewhere else.
It was a tough race, luckily her treasure was enough. Eve accepted her bid. Anael was sad to lose her second home, the citizens there worshiped her, but that Crown was more valuable. She squealed when Hannah delivered It to her, Hannah was honest, even as a human, she could have took that Crown and became powerful. Anael holding It, wondered what to do with It. That is when she ran into Michael.
"What about It? There were many treasures there. That is just a hat." Anael tried to bluff Michael, he wasn't from her world, no way he knew what that Crown really was.
He just gave her a cold stare.
"You know Creation is ending. I know why you bid on That, why you distract yourself with useless things. I'll make you an offer. Work with me, give me that Crown and I'll keep you safe from my Father. That is a promise I'll keep."
Anael was sacred. She could run, but she knew Michael will kill her before she opened her wings.
"I heard you have a bomb. Plus are stronger than any of the angels out there. This Crown would be useless."
"But it can buy me some time. What about it. Like you have a choice."
No she didn't. She went with Michael.
She admitted, it was exciting to go to other worlds. Of course there were only two they went to, the Hard World, which Anael and Michael both detested, even with the Crown, both were almost human. They found it funny that their vessels were married to one another, something Anael was jealous about. Not about that guy Jensen, but what that woman Danneel had. A home, family, love and friends. Michael must have read her mind, he said it was pathetic. Especially when he reminded her this world was ending. But unlike the others, this world is suffering slowly and painfully as he pointed out. Looking around he was right. Hatred, poverty, selfishness. And that was just scratching the surface. Both were determined to get out of there. Both felt depressed and angry being there. Michael said the other worlds were suffering, but the Hard World was the worst. They only stayed there for a week. Michael was looking for the Lost Piece. Unfortunately they couldn't find It. Even with Anael using the credit cards she "borrowed" from some rich guy she picked up, she looked on every museum there was for anything unusual, Ebay, Etsy, and even the Dark Web. Nothing. When Michael said it was time to leave, Anael was more than happy to, she hated it there.
The second world, the First World was different. Michael said he knew what happened here, he saw it thanks to his Seers. Most of the angels were extinct. Michael knew his counterpart was free from his jail, but warned Anael to stay away from the Winchesters and her counterpart. He said he didn't want to alert God or Death about his plans. They went to every Men of Letters base, looking for that Special Rock. It was gone as well. They even went to every scientific museum there was looking for It. They had to be careful, as there was only three angels with wings, (not including those humans turned angels), not to be spotted by anyone.
It was gone as well. Both Anael and Michael left, he said Death was watching them, and he didn't want Her to know what he was up to. He told her to act like a fangirl angel who was just a tourist. Frustrated, he told her there was change of plans. Anael was worried about the time they wasted being in other worlds, but Michael assured her time moved differently.
He promised her he'll make her achieve her dreams if she stuck around doing as he asked. He had his bomb, he said he had enough power to destroy God and his Sister. He wasn't worried about Death, he told Anael that when he takes over, he'll make Creation better. He did many questionable things, but when he killed Lucifer and Michael is when Anael realized what he was doing. He then took her grace.
Now sitting in jail, (Raphael ordered her arrest) she was wondering what her next move was. She was human. That meant she will suffer. Get sick, grow old, feel pain, feel emotions. (Already she sobbed several times.) Joanna was gone, Michael took her soul, and other than Metatron, Anael had no one to talk to. She had no idea what her next step was. She wanted to kick herself for being an idiot.
She was just sitting there, tuning out Metatron when Naomi came by.
"Anael. It's time."
Great. It was her trail. Anael was wondering if she will be executed. She helped Michael murder two archangels. She at least hoped it was quick and painless.
Sam was riding with Dean in the car. He wondered where Lilith and Adam were. He slowly woke up.
"Ugh." He looked over at Dean. "Dean? Where is everyone?"
Dean just looked over at him.
"Sam. Things just got complicated."
"Are we going home? I have to explain to my wife what is happening."
"Sam, you are not going home."
"What do you mean?"
"I won't beat around the bush. You're dying."
Sam just looks at him.
"I just came back."
"To finish the Trail. Sam, this is it."
Sam looked down on himself. He saw blood. Lots of blood.
Piper was watching her husband sleeping. She never been so angry at Dean in her life.
In Heaven, Michael was sitting on God's Throne. He ordered his angels to get ready. He said a silent goodbye to his world, he knew it was gone. Billie showed him. At least Grace was safe.