Supernatural S12:E9 First Blood / Supernatural S12:E10 Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets
THE ROAD SO FAR
Lucifer had taken President of the United States, Jefferson Rooney, as his vessel. Dean and Sam Winchester, with the help of Castiel and Crowley, have tracked down Lucifer.
Head of secret service presidential detail – Rick Sanchez– received a directive from the President (Lucifer) to hunt down and kill Dean and Sam.
Sam and Dean have to get Lucifer out of the President. Kelly, pregnant with Lucifer's child, but willing to work with the Winchester brothers, calls the President to a hotel for what he thinks is an assignation. The Winchester brothers, with the help of Crowley, Castiel and Rowena, manage to get the essence of Lucifer out of the President, however, Dean and Sam get arrested for an attempt on the President's life.
In a secret government facility, Louis and Rick try to make the brothers talk, but Dean and Sam make a deal with Billy, a reaper, to break out. They are found dead in their cells and taken to the morgue but they amaze their captors by escaping.
Sam and Dean are hunted by their captors, but manage to get away. As they are leaving, they tell Rick and Louis, the president was possessed by the Devil and they saved his life. Louis asks, "Who are you?" and they respond, "We are the guys that save the world."
Dean and Sam leave the presidential team injured, but alive. The British Men of Letters kill all of the members of the Presidential team in the government facility to leave no witnesses behind…
The Reaper gathered the souls of the Presidential team together. She was astounded at their easy acceptance of their fate, but the job was dangerous and they had prepared for the eventuality of their death.
"Gentlemen, come with me and I'll get you where you need to be."
"Excuse me, Miss," Louis piped up, "but where's Rick?"
"Rick isn't ready yet, Louis, but his fight will soon be over. I'll have to come back for him. He'll be ready for me then."
Louis nodded sadly at Rick's seemingly lifeless body, and in a blinding flash, they were all gone.
It had been professionally done. But who?
First, they had to find a government facility that wasn't on any map in existence. Second, they had to disable a state-of-the-art security network, including cameras with infra-red detection that surrounded the facility, and all without setting off any myriad of alarms. Yes, it had to have been done by professionals.
Rick looked down at his body, throat slit, sprawled across the floor and wondered how long before someone found him. How long before his parents were told about his death. He didn't worry about how his father would react. He'd been a bastard to him his entire life, but he worried how his mother would take the news.
He tried to kick his body, but his foot, which looked solid enough to him, passed through his legs like nothing even touched it. That was exactly what he was now; nothing.
He wandered around the facility and found the other bodies, but no one like him. Why was he still here if everyone else was gone?
Could the Winchester brothers have had something to do with this? He didn't think so, but he had been wrong about so many things lately. The reports coming from President Rooney were strange to say the least. He hadn't recalled many of the things he had said and done over the last several days, or so he said. He didn't remember asking Rick to track down the Winchester brothers. He said he had no idea who they even were, so why would he ask him to do such a thing.
Rick wandered through the facility, trying to find direction, or answers. Hopefully both. He began to pass through closed doors and solid walls like the ghost he was. He wandered the cell block, to the rooms where they had kept the Winchester brothers. In Sam's cell, you couldn't even tell anyone had been there. But Dean, he'd made an impact on his cell, with scratches on the wall to mark every day of his captivity. If it had been up to Rick, the room would have been covered in scratches before they ever saw daylight again, that is, if they both hadn't died. Rick still didn't know how they did it. He shook his head; Louis had been so certain they would talk. How different it all turned out to be.
He roamed Dean's cell, trying to find the answers which eluded him. We had them separated, but had they devised a way to communicate? How did they manage to die at the same time? What had they taken and how had they taken it? And how did they come back to life without assistance?
He noticed a tiny spot of blood on the floor of Dean's cell. He went over to it and bent down to touch it. He thought his finger would just pass through the floor, but instead, a smear of blood coated the tip of his finger. He was wondering how he could touch the blood, when he was blinded by a white flash, followed by an unpleasant pull on his body.
When he opened his eyes, he discovered his body had been pulled to another place. Truth be told, it looked like another underground bunker, except this one was well lit and had an art deco other time feel and decor. Regardless, it was still a bunker. And who did he see sipping coffee next to a large map table? None other than Dean and Sam Winchester.
They were talking while facing a large corkboard filled with pictures and information on Kelly. A newspaper article with the headline No Leads on Kelly Kline Disappearance had been pinned next to a large photograph. It looked like someone was trying to establish a time line of her disappearance.
"Who are you people?" He declared. They couldn't hear him, but he had to at least try to be heard. He went nose to nose with Dean and shouted, "Hey, you! Do you think you're still saving the world?!"
Dean paused, and with a wrinkled nose stated, "I smell onions. Did you have onions for breakfast?"
"Me? No. I had a kale smoothie."
"Figures. Huh," Dean replied with a shake of his head.
"What?"
"It was nothing. Continue."
Rick considered the last thing he ate before he died was an onion bagel. Could Dean have smelled his breath?
Sam and Dean continued talking about their mother, someone named Cass, and then a person named Billy. The guy named Cass walked in and said he had to leave. He began talking about angels, like he was one, and Dean mentioned something about angel radio?
He'd enough of this. These people were insane, or brain washed, or something. He headed for the stairs. He didn't know where to go, possibly his parent's house, but at the top of the stairs, he felt another uncomfortable tug on his body and found himself once again standing next to Dean.
He thought, "What's going on? I'm dead, but for some reason I'm a spirit tied to…Dean Winchester?"