Dean walks out of the café his head spinning, his eyes go fuzzy. He leans on the car.
"Witches are a threat." Michael spoke in his head. "The Golden Sword will wipe them all out."
Dean took shaky breaths processing the new memories he was receiving.
"While I build my army the witch hunter can do what he does best."
Dean cringed as he heard his own voice chuckling in his head.
"I will achieve two goals at once. My army and no witches to stop me. I'll be one step closer to letting this world burn ."
"Dean!"
Dean jumps and whips round. Sam raises his hands.
"Hey hey hey."
Dean uncurls his fists. The adrenaline lowers.
"Dean?"
Dean looks away embarrassed by that sudden outburst. It makes him vulnerable and Sam will become over protective.
"I'm fine." Dean says.
Deep down he wasn't.
Ketch goes by Sam's side.
"This is Michael's doing?" Ketch says.
"He had the diamond in his hand. He got it during the time he possessed me."
The Englishman tuts.
"Of course this had to be linked to you two."
"He wants to get rid of the witches." Dean says. "He thinks they will ruin his plans."
"Why would he think that?" Sam asks.
Dean sighs.
"Rowena. Michael knows we have a witch as an ally. Releasing the witch hunter he can take her down and other witches who could be a possible threat. He doesn't want anything getting in his way to getting what he wants."
"His army."
Dean nods and wipes the sweat from his brow. His expression turns guilty.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. This is Michael's doing."
"I can smell death." Dean looks at his hands. "And blood."
Sam frowns. He couldn't smell anything. There was no blood on his brother's hands.
Dean was having a flashback. Bodies of witches on the floor after being interrogated by the archangel. The blood was from torturing them for answers. Death wrinkled Dean's nose as the bodies increased. Failed experiments, humans, witches.
"Maybe its best if I drive." Sam says noticing his brother's paled face.
Dean didn't argue. He slid into shot-gun while Sam took the driver seat.
"I am going to have to report this." Ketch says.
"Not yet." Sam says. "Can it wait."
"This is Michael we are talking about. We need back up. Who knows when he will strike."
"If your guys were that worried why didn't they move their ass weeks ago." Dean says.
"Because you were the vessel Dean. It made things complicated."
"You should have put the world before me."
Sam shakes his head.
"No. Dean you are my brother. I would always put you first."
Dean sighs and looks out of the window.
"This witch hunter is on me."
Sam frowns and looks at Ketch.
"I don't want Dean getting questioned. He has already been through enough already."
Ketch sighs.
"Fine. We do this together."
"Umm we?"
"I am here for the sword you are here to stop the hunter, I recommend a team up."
"With you?" Dean scoffs. "Right okay."
"Gentlemen I am your side. Haven't I already proved it to you in the other world."
"There is always a Ketch."
Dean smirked at his joke. Ketch frowned finding the joke lame.
"No there is no...catch. I just want the sword then I'll be on my way."
"We might want the sword. Keep it in the bunker. Your guys must have crap security."
"We didn't think an archangel would travel to London for the sword. What makes you think the bunker is secure I'm sure Michael broke in and that's when you said the three letter word..."
"Okay fine." Sam interrupts. "We take down the witch hunter and you can have the sword."
"Sam."
Sam ignores his brother and looks at Ketch for the answer.
Ketch nods.
"Good. I got a hotel booked. If you are interested I can add an extra two more."
"We're good." Dean says quickly.
No way he was going to accept anything from Ketch.
The Englishman shrugs.
"Suit yourself. I am not bothered. You want to go into a low rating motel go ahead. Please stay in contact. Communication is vital for this mission." Dean rolls his eyes. Ketch smiles. "Look forward to hearing from you."
The Englishman goes into his car that was parked behind the Impala. He reverses and drives off.
"Great. So we got James Bond on the case." Dean sighed.
"Dean about Michael."
"Don't go there. I already told you what I know." Sam sighs and drops the subject. "Oh and Sam."
"Yeah."
"I wanna drive now."
Parker was on the bed playing a video game on his phone. 'You are dead' flashes across the screen.
"Damm it." Parker cursed.
Maggie appears on his screen.
Perfect timing.
Parker grins and presses the button.
"Hey..."
"Parker. There is something I gotta tell you."
Parker sits up. His face becomes worried.
"You okay?"
"Parker there is hunters in town."
"Hunters?"
"Yes but these are dangerous hunters. Harry told us. Their names are Sam and Dean Winchester."
"Whoa whoa...the Winchesters?"
"You know them?"
"Yeah. My dad spoke about them. They been to Hell and back literally. They killed the top ranked demons. They even been up against the Devil himself." Parker froze when he realized what he said. "Oh um yeah the Devil..."
"We know he's real. Harry told us."
"Phew."
"We even know he has a kid."
"Oh the nephilim."
"Parker." Maggie scowled at him. "You kept this all from me."
"It was Hell's business. To be honest I don't really know all the details. Last thing I heard Lucifer went to another universe not really sure what that was about and Asmodeus became ruler of Hell. I broke contact with dad so I don't really know what's going on downstairs and I don't care."
"Lucifer is dead."
Parker's eyes widen.
"Is he? Who killed him?"
"Thought you didn't care."
"Lucifer dead that's huge."
"Dean killed him with the help from Michael."
"Michael? I thought he was in the cage."
"Jesus Christ Parker."
"Sorry."
"Really makes me wonder how much you know in that head of yours."
"Stuff I do not want to know." Parker admits. "So who let Michael out?"
"It's another Michael from another universe the one where Lucifer went to."
The half demon opens his mouth and closes it. His frown deepens.
"There is two Michaels?"
"In this world yes."
"I bet dad loves that." Parker said sarcastically. "He hates the angels."
"Apparently Michael 2.0 doesn't play nice. He's evil."
"This just keeps getting better."
"Parker this isn't funny. If the Winchesters find out who you are they will come for you. They could come for all of us. That's why we are gonna stop them."
"You are gonna do what?"
"We did a tracking spell. We know where they are."
"Maggie are you out of your mind. The Winchesters are people who should not be messed with."
"Mel won't drop it. She will go with or without us. Me and Macy have to go along with the plan."
"No Maggie don't do this."
"Whatever you do, do not tell Harry. He can't know about this. He told us to stay away from them."
"Harry is right. You guys are gonna get yourself hurt."
"Maggie!" Mel's voice yelled in the back ground.
"I gotta go. Be careful Parker."
"Maggie."
The screen goes black.
"Maggie." Parker repeats.
He curses under his breath and stands up. He gets his jacket and opens the door.
Please hope I get there in time.
Then he walks out.
It was getting late and the Winchesters planned on calling it a night. They needed to be up and ready to track down the witch hunter.
Sam closes the laptop while Dean knocked down the last of his beer. It has become awkward since what happened at the café. Dean didn't want to talk about it and this worried Sam. The younger hunter didn't know when his brother was going to have another flashback.
Dean insisted he was fine but Sam knew that was a lie Dean looked far from fine. Dean looked close to vomiting back at the café. Sam could have sworn Dean was on his third beer in a row.
Dean threw the bottle in the bin. He sighs. He just wanted to drink and forget. Those memories shook him up. He had to go and spend ten minutes washing the 'blood' of his hands when they arrived at the motel.
I'll be one step closer to letting this world burn ." Michael's words repeated in his head.
I was the one who gave him the head start. Dean thought.
A knock on the door causes the brothers to turn. They look at each other frowning. They didn't call for room service. They both got up with their guns by their side.
Dean raises his finger at Sam and opens the door. At the door was a woman around in her teens.
"May I help you?" Dean asks.
"Oh." The teen looks at the brothers. "I got the wrong room. Is this room 21?"
"Uh yeah." Sam answers.
The teen frowns.
"Oh I don't understand. I'm suppose to be meeting my boyfriend I'm sure he said room 21."
"You got the right motel?" Sam asks.
"I'm sure."
"What's his name?" Dean asks.
"Parker."
"Sorry can't help you." Dean says.
"Maybe ask the reception desk." Sam says.
The teen nods.
"I will. Sorry to bother you."
Sam smiles.
"Its alright."
Dean frowned. He couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something off about this.
"HEY!"
The Winchesters turn round. Two other girls face them. The older one nudges her head. Sam suddenly flies and hits the wall.
Dean aims his gun and goes to shoot. The other girl raises her hand. The older Winchester suddenly freezes like a statue.
"Dean!" Sam yells.
The older one repeats her action sending Sam flying to the other side of the room. He crashes into a table. The vase wobbles and drops on to Sam's head. His vision goes fuzzy as he tries to get to his feet. He blinks and raises his gun.
"Wait!"
Sam turns and receives a kick. He stumbles back. His eyes widen as the teen from outside steps in the door slamming shut behind her.
"I'm sorry but we have to do this." She says.
Then something hard hits the back of Sam's head. He falls forward and hits the ground. Spots appear in his vision. He glances up at his frozen brother.
"D...Dean."
Then Sam's world went black.