Two hundred and twenty two.

That was the final count of souls that they had gotten. Two hundred and twenty two. As requested they had texted each collection to Meg who in turn let Azazel know.

They also texted her that they were planning on performing the spell tomorrow. Right in the Stull cemetery of Lawrence, Kansas.

In reality they could do it tonight easily, they just didn't want to yet. They wanted to have the illusion of time. The illusion that it's their choice of time and place and everything in between.

After they collected the last of the souls they went out to eat, going to a simple restaurant instead of a diner. It was a treat from the wallet of one of their last victims that they decided to get.

They got an answer back from Meg. The Princes were informed and would be ready for them. Thankfully they didn't protest the place because Dean just wanted to burn that entire town to the ground, one way or another.

Dinner was a silent affair after that, neither of them really spoke as they ate. They went all out and even got wine, something neither of them really enjoyed but the waiter had assured them would compliment their steaks.

"Waiter lied, this wine sucks." Dean said, finally breaking the silence. "Nothing beats a simple cold one."

Sam shrugged, sipping his own wine. Privately he agreed with Dean but he wasn't going to admit that just yet. "Its fine."

"You're just as much of a liar as the waiter Sam." Dean said, throwing a bread roll at him.

Sam raised an eyebrow over the rim of his glass. "Not my fault you're not cultured." he said with a superior sniff.

"You don't stop it with that pompous attitude you'll find my not-cultured foot up your cultured ass." Dean warned him.

Smiling Sam reached out with his legs under the table to trap one of Deans legs with his. His brother smiled at that and wrapped their ankles together, both of them falling to silence to just finish their meal.

Later on they were in the parking lot of their motel and opening the trunk Sam hesitated but then reached into it, taking a small bag out almost reverently. He held it in his hands for a moment and then slowly opened it, pulling out the items carefully.

A hairbrush that still had the strands of hair entangled in it. A bracelet that had protective runes on it. A shirt with a small bloodstain on it. A wedding ring.

"We'll do the first spell tomorrow morning." Sam said softly, staring at the items and then looking up at Dean. "Make sure that that part is ready at least."

Dean nodded, reaching out to gently touch each item one by one. "Know what you're going to use?"

"I think the shirt is the best option, and some of the hair. It's all part of her." Sam said. "Adding our blood to it will just help solidify it."

"Sounds like a plan." Dean agreed. His thumb traced the runes before handing it to Sam to put it back. He eyed the wedding ring. "And what about that?"

"Leave it up to her what she wants to do with it." Sam said. "Just like always."

Slowly they put everything back into the bag, carefully putting it back into the trunk on top of everything so it would be the first thing they see. The brothers looked at one another and took one more deep breath.

"Whatever happens, it ends tomorrow." Sam said softly. Dean reached for his hand, curling their fingers together and tugging him closer.

"It ends tomorrow." he echoed, wrapping his other arm around Sams waist.

They already knew they weren't going to be able to sleep tonight, too many nerves and panic slowly making its way through them. But they still went to their motel room to just lay down and curl around one another, counting down the minutes until the sun rose.

And miles away back in Sioux Fall John was brought out of his thoughts as his phone vibrated. He picked it up, squinting at the unknown number, and opened the text message.

Stull Cemetery. Tomorrow. High Noon.

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