Harvelle Supernatural

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

A/N: The rating of this story has changed to M. If you are not into sexual stuff, then I shall put a notice in where you need to skip over. I want you guys to enjoy the story without a problem.

Warning: Chapter Rated M for Sexual content.


Chapter 24: Two Minutes to Midnight.

Skylar's POV

When the Winchesters got back from their collaboration with Crowley on finding the whereabouts of Pestilence, things just got worse. Not only Sam's college mate was possessed by a demon all this time since sophomore year. But what the main killer in Jessica's death, not the yellow eye demon, Azazel. I hope Sam felt appeased after killing the bastard?

Apparently, Sam told Dean his plan on the drive. How Sam would say "Yes" to Lucifer and jump into the cage once they get Death's ring.

Now Bobby and I got stuck of this argument in the living room. Dean was having a field day. You know, those overly protected brother moments.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean asked Sam.

"Dean—"Sam started.

"No, don't, "Dean" me. I mean, you - you have had some stupid ideas in the past, but this –"Dean interrupted before looking at Bobby and I. "D-did you know about this?"

"What?" Bobby replied.

"About Sam's genius plan to cram the devil down his throat." Dean elaborated, to which Bobby and I nodded. "Well, thanks for the heads up!"

"Hey, this ain't about me," Bobby replied.

"And he is your brother." I defended.

"You can't do this," Dean said, pointing his finger at Sam.

Sam shrugged as he stood in the kitchen, leaning on the counter. "That's the consensus."

"Alright. Awesome. Then, end of discussion." Dean declared.

My ability kicked in as I announced, "Phone."

A second later, somebody's cellphone was ringing. Dean put his hand in his pocket, taking out his phone, and sighed. He gave me a look, which I returned with, "What?" I can't control my ability when it comes to the cellular signal.

Dean sighed, glaring at Sam. "This isn't over."

Afterward, he answered his phone. "Hello? Cass?"

"Is he okay?" Sam asked, walking over to his brother.

I gave a distasteful sigh. I do not like Castiel. It has been verbally noted since the day Ellen and Jo died. If that stupid angel stayed with the group as planned in Carthage, then my family would still be alive. Hell, Jo would at least be in a hospital being treated by doctors than sacrificing herself!

"We all thought you were dead. Where the hell are you, man?" Dean asked into his phone. "Are you okay?" Whatever Castiel said made Dean give the WTF face. "You want to elaborate? . . . S-so, a hospital?" Dean paused, listening to Castiel. "Uh, well, I got to tell you, man – you're just in time. We figured out a way to pop Satan's box. . . It's a long story, but, look - - we're going after Pestilence now. So if you want to zap over here..." Dean looked confused. "What do you mean?" Whatever the angel said surprised Dean. "You're out of angel mojo?"

"Human." Dean finished, then sighed. "Wow. Sorry. So… alright, well, look, no worries. Uh, Bobby and Skylar are here. He'll wire you the cash, or Skylar will pick you up. "

"I will?" Bobby glared. As if Bobby has enough to pay for another health insurance.

"What?" I replied after hearing my name.

"Cass...I-it's okay," Dean said into the phone. "Thank you. I appreciate that."

Afterward, Dean hangs up, looking at everyone in the room. "Sky, ya think you can pick him up."

"Like I have a choice," I said bitterly.

Ignoring my harsh behavior, Dean gave me the instruction on where Castiel might be. Bobby gave me some cash for the gas tank and his insurance card to put the damn angel on. Taking a deep breath, I packed a backpack with two days' worth of provision, my laptop, and my prescription. Might as well take the Concerta for more concentration on this case. Thus, with everyone one packed and ready, we went out to the yard, as I got in Ellen's jeep.

"Cass will be in Delacroix Island in Louisiana," Sam said.

"Got it," I grumbled, typing it into the GPS.

"Skylar," Sam started.

"What, Sam?" I snapped.

Sam took a deep breath, "I know you hate Castiel."

"I'm not fond of him." I corrected.

"I know, but he is our friend. Just…just don't kill him." Sam inquired.

I scoffed, "I'll try not to."

Sam chuckled, shaking his head while Dean and Bobby came over. Dean added more onto the list, "Once you get Cass, bring him back here."

"Okay," I sighed.

"Be careful," Bobby added.

"Yes, dad," I said to Bobby with a smile.

Bobby snorted, rolling his eyes. As if he had enough of these two idjits as his surrogate sons. Now add me to this messed up family. He has a daughter. Putting the keys in the ignition, I drove the Wagoneer off the salvage yard heading down south. Music loud on the country station while thinking freely on the open highway.

.o0o.

I pulled over at a rest-stop. Double-checking my backpack, I headed inside to grab some breakfast and brush my teeth. I'd driven all night to get to Delacroix. So I deserve a human moment to wash my face, brush my teeth and hair, change, and grab a bite. Once that is out of the way, I ate a sausage McMuffin while driving to the local hospital.

When I got to the hospital, I put on a pair of fake glasses and a sunhat. I then collected my backpack and enter the facility. I walked over to the receptionist, where a nurse was on call. The nurse was in her fifties with greying hair. She put a file down and looked at me kindly. "Can I help you, sweetie?"

"Yes, I'm here to find my cousin. Black curly hair, blue eyes, Caucasian. Lack of a sense of humor. By any chance?" I asked.

"Oh, you mean our John Doe?" the nurse guessed.

"Is there by any chance I can see if it's him?" I asked.

"I don't know, dear," The nurse said.

"Please, his family is worried." I insisted.

The older nurse contemplated before nodding. She walked around the desk, escorting me to the in-patient wing. There I took a peek into the room to find Castiel asleep in bed. I acted my part, giving a sigh of relief. "Thank heavens. That's Cass."

"Oh, good. I'll have the Doctor come in shortly to discuss the situation." The older nurse said.

"Is it okay, you know, visiting him right now?" I asked.

"Of course, Sweetie." The nurse said before leaving.

Once she was gone, I walked in, closing the blinds and locking the door for some privacy. Then I headed over to Castiel shaking the angel to wake up. The angel groaned, grumbling some highly educated words to let him sleep in. Rolling my eyes, I slapped Castiel in the face.

"Damn it, Castiel, we don't have time," I growled.

Immediately Castiel's eyes widen to see me. Walking around the room, I found his clothes in a sealed pack. Tossing the package at him where he sat there confused. "Get dress. The Doctor will be here any minute."

After getting him dress, though Castiel wore a baseball cap and sports jacket, we walked out of the hospital with ease. We got into the Wagoneer, driving off fast before the medical staff realized I kidnapped their patient. Guess it's a good thing I dyed my hair, wore fake glasses and a sunhat today.

Neither of us said a word to each other. We were both tired. Let alone the catalyst behavior we have with each other. I being a pagan god's gifted and him being the angel who ditched us. The only sound between us is the radio.

"This is awkward." Castiel finally said.

I don't reply.

"Do you know where Sam and Dean might be?" he then asked.

"Davenport, Iowa," I answered. "Out to gank Pestilence."

"We must go there," Castiel insisted.

"Sorry, but Dean ordered me to bring you to Bobby," I said.

"Skylar, Pestilence is a force not to be reckoned with. He can make a city sick by a twist of his ring." The angel explained.

"We know that," I muttered.

"Yes, but do you know that the ring will infect every human. Sam and Dean will drop dead from the plague within ten feet." Castiel reminded.

I paused, looking at him, "Drop dead…like that?"

Castiel nodded, "I may be of assistance for being an angel."

I thought about it. Should I defy Dean's orders and take Castiel to Davenport or continue as planned. Looking at the dashboard to see the time, then calculated the distance from Arkansas to Iowa. Groaning, I pulled over, grabbing the GPS to set in a new destination. Once done, I followed the GPS's directions.

"Thank you," Castiel said.

"Whatever," I grumbled.

As time goes by, we remained silent. Having a couple of pits stop to fuel up or have a human moment. Even bought the angel a burger from McDonald's, which he ate, though he stated he couldn't taste the food. All he could taste were molecules. I told him to stop complaining and feed his vessel. The last thing we need is Castiel dropping dead from starvation.

We just crossed Iowa. The radio playing Dirt Road Anthem by Jason Aldean. Seriously, the Angel can't be quiet as he asked questions about the music. If you were in my shoes, you would have the urge to kill Castiel, especially when a Tayler Swift and Carrie Underwood song starts playing.

"I don't get how a dirt road could be relaxing," Castiel said. "And is he really singing? This Aldean is merely talking fast."

"Creative license," I answered.

"Also, that Tayler Swift…why doesn't she tell the guy her feelings instead of telling us? I'm sure if he heard, then things might go well between the two." He asked.

"Because she likes to use real guys as inspiration for her breakup songs," I explained.

"So…she doesn't love him?" he asked.

"I don't know." I shrugged.

"Is she a gold digger?" he then asked.

Not anticipating that, I burst out laughing. Never thought I hear an angel call Tayler Swift a gold-digger? Also, how does he know what a gold digger is? The angel stared at me as if I have gone crazy. After laughing, I sighed, shaking my head.

"No, she just like romance and breakups," I guessed.

.o0o.

It was late into the night when we finally reached our destination. I parked the jeep outside of Serenity Valley Convalescent Home. I used my clairvoyant powers to locate the Impala, but we can still see the nursing home while being covered. The lights were still on at the facility, and so far, you can see people walking around. Although, anybody could be a demon in there.

"What now?" I asked.

"We go in," Castiel answered.

"You truly don't know how to plan things," I muttered.

"Isn't that how Sam and Dean do it?" Castiel replied.

I was about to answer when all of a sudden, I started coughing ferociously. The coughing continued after a minute. I rubbed my neck and then grabbed a water bottle thinking I breathed in something and tried to wash it down. However, that didn't work. Then I realized my Claircognizance was informing me that the boys were in trouble.

"Go!" I coughed.

"Will you be safe?" Castiel asked.

"Go!" I coughed.

Castiel got out of the jeep, running towards the nursing home. The coughing got worse, and my vision became hazy. Desperately trying every method to breathe, I give up, letting the coughing continued. The only way to stop this is either Sam and Dean become dead, or Castiel stops Pestilence. Soon I passed out from asphyxiation.

.o0o.

When I wake up, there was a loud, honking noise. Instantly I sat up, grabbing my knife, thinking I was under attack. As I looked around my whereabouts, I discovered I was in the wagoneer's passenger seat while somebody else drives. Rubbing my eyes, I looked at the driver to see Sam driving. Then I looked straight ahead to see the Impala.

"Pestilence?" I panted.

"Gone," Sam answered.

"Did…did you get the ring?" I asked.

"Yeah, Dean has it." He assured.

I sighed, leaning back in the chair, closing my eyes. "What time is it?"

"Quarter past four O'clock," he answered.

"How did I get in the passenger seat?" I asked.

"After we got Pestilence ring, Castiel told us you were being infected too, so we came back finding you past-out. You were okay, though exhausted…so I…um…let you sleep." Sam said.

"Thanks," I said. "Two days without sleeping. Oh, and don't leave me alone with Castiel. I can't enjoy a good song without him asking damn questions."

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. He leaned forward, turning on the radio as Do I by Luke Bryan played. Wow, this is getting uncomfortable. Why is it, Country music is about realistic plots from alcohol to romance to farm life. Now hearing this song made me look forward.

"You can change the station," I suggested.

Sam nodded, changing the station to the Rock n' Roll station from songs from the seventies to now. Relaxing in the passenger seat. My left-hand center of the car like a lazy horse. Suddenly, I felt Sam grabbed my hand. Looking up at Sam, who was concentrated on the road, though he squeezed tighter. To know that Sam still cares about me made me smile. The last time he ever showed emotions for me was back in Carthage. Let alone a little hand touching and protection at the God convention.

I squeezed back in return.

.o0o.

We were back at Bobby's tired and figuring out what to do next. The boys got War, Famine, and Pestilence's rings. Now Death is next on the grocery list. Only we don't know where the damn Horseman would be.

In the main room, Bobby examines the Pestilence ring. Sam and Dean took the chairs from the opposite side of the desk while Castiel leaned against the bookshelf. I was in the kitchen, making breakfast for everyone. Though tired I am, everyone is hungry. As I cook, I listen to their conversation.

"Well, it's nice to actually score a home run for once, ain't it?" Bobby said, toying with the ring. "What?"

"Last thing Pestilence said. "It's too late."" Sam announced.

"He get specific?" Bobby asked.

"No," Sam answered.

"We're just a little freaked out that he might have left a bomb somewhere. So please tell us you have actually good news." Dean said.

"Chicago's about to be wiped off the map. Storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million people are gonna die." Bobby announced.

"I don't understand your definition of good news," Castiel said.

"Well...Death, the Horseman - he's gonna be there. And if we can stop him before he kick-starts this storm, get his ring back –"Bobby started.

"Yeah, you make it sound so easy." Dean interrupted.

"Hell, I'm just trying to put a spin on it." Bobby finished.

"Well...Bobby, h-how'd you put all this together, anyway?" Sam asked.

Yeah, how did Bobby put all of this together? We both have been researching this peculiar case for weeks, and now he knows where Death will be. Hell, we have been focused on Pestilence that we couldn't spend our valuable time until now. I stopped cooking and stood at the entryway to hear this.

"I had, you know...Help." Bobby answered, embarrassed.

"Who, Rufus?" I asked.

" Don't be so modest. I barely helped at all." A man in a black suit said out of nowhere, standing next to me. I jumped back, grabbing my iron knife flinging at the demon, but he disappeared. I looked around till seeing the demon by the second desk pouring himself a brandy. "Hello, boys. Pleasure, et cetera..." He sniffed his drink before setting it down. "Go ahead. Tell them. There's no shame in it."

All eyes were on Bobby. As Sam asked the vital question, "Bobby? Tell us what?"

Bobby sat there like a kid who just got caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. "World's gonna end. Seems stupid to get all precious over one little...Soul."

"You didn't?" I hissed.

"You sold your soul?" Dean barked.

"Oh, more like pawned it. I fully intend to give it back." The demon corrected. I assume this thing was Crowley.

"When was this made?" I yelled.

Crowley smiled, "Just a few days ago."

"Impossible. I've been here all this time." I said. Then I looked at Bobby. "Bobby, when was this

deal made?"

Bobby sighed, "When you went out to get groceries."

I paused, remembering the next morning after Sam called, I went to get groceries. If not, restock on salt and certain herbs for hunting. To hear Bobby sold his soul while I was away struck a nerve. That he would go so low to make a fucking deal with a crossroads demon. And not just any crossroads demon, but Crowley, King of the Crossroads. The demon that gave us the colt, Lucifer's whereabouts, and possibly knew that the damn gun won't work on the devil. Hell, he's one of the reasons why my family is dead.

"Give it back!" I ordered, walking over to the demon with an iron knife ready for the kill.

However, Dean got up, blocking me from that abomination.

"I will," Crowley assured.

"Now!" I barked.

"Did you kiss him?" Sam asked.

"Sam!" Dean snapped.

"Just wondering," Sam replied.

All eyes were on Bobby. To make a deal with a crossroads demon, the contract is sealed with a kiss. Bobby is, no doubt, a straight redneck. He wouldn't kiss a guy or a fucking demon. But a soul-selling deal? I couldn't imagine such a thing.

Bobby appeared to fluster, moving his eyes around the room. His cheeks becoming red as he yelled, "No!"

Crowley cleared his throat, pulling out a cellphone with a picture on the screen. It was the crossroads king and Bobby kissing. I have no issues with the LGBTQ community… except that picture…that is disturbing.

"Why'd you take a picture?" Bobby growled.

Crowley stared at his phone then at Bobby, "Why do you have to use tongue?"

An awkward silence engulfed the room. Dean let me go walking over to Crowley. "Alright. You know what? I'm sick of this. Give him his soul back now."

"I'm sorry. I can't." Crowley said, putting his phone away.

"Can't or won't?" Dean exclaimed.

"I won't, all right?" the demon snapped. "It's insurance."

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

"You kill demons. Gigantor over there has a temper issue about it. And Buffy is holding a bloody damn knife." Crowley said. "But you won't kill me... As long as I have that soul in the deposit box."

"You son of a bitch," Bobby said.

"I'll return it. After all, this is over, and I can walk safely away. Do we all understand each other?" The demon promised before yelling.

Furious, I put the knife on the table, leaving the room. Marching my way up to the guest room and slammed the door. I collapsed on the bed; face buried into the pillow to suppress a frustrated scream. This can't be happening? This fucking can't.

.o0o.

"Skylar," a hand shook my shoulder.

I groaned, waking up to see Castiel. "What do ya want?"

"Bobby needs you," Castiel said.

Glaring at the angel, I checked the alarm clock to see it was three o'clock in the afternoon. Getting up, I headed downstairs to see Bobby by the desk with Crowley holding a newspaper. Ignoring the demon in the room, I stared at Bobby.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Need you to confirm something," Bobby answered.

"If you so kindly confirm this," Crowley said, handing me the newspaper. "I heard you have the ability to know everything."

I read the newspaper on the front-page headliner: Niveus pharmaceuticals are rushing the delivery of its new swine-flu vaccine to "stem the tide of the unprecedented outbreak." Shipment will leave on Wednesday…wait, wasn't Brady the VP of distribution for Niveus pharmaceuticals? Shit, Pestilence spread the swine-flu for Lucifer's demons to deliver the vaccine, therefore the Croatoan virus.

"It's correct, they would be distributing the Croatoan virus," I confirmed.

"Fascinating, all that from reading a paper." The demon complimented, grabbing the newspaper.

I gave him a look, "Its intrinsic knowledge."

"Yet weak to catch on any of this. Could have found Death yourself if you were strong enough."

Crowley taunted before disappearing.

I clenched my fist, wanting to punch the bastard. Being clairvoyant doesn't make you psychic. My ability to the extreme level is a program on factual things and connections. It's hard to explain, just random information or specific knowledge popping now and then. Especially being focus on the present. In other words, I can't predict the future. I can only sense what will happen, locating, self-preservation, confirming information, and connection towards those who are hurt. Basically, gut feeling instincts if not asked the question to know the answer.

"We better get packing," Castiel said.

I took in a deep breath, gathering everything we will need from getting Bobby's guns and equipment from the basement down to every ounce of holy water. Twenty minutes later, the Winchesters joined in on the packing. Bobby did the double-checking while all of us who can move better packed the van.

From what I am hearing, we are dividing the gang into two groups. Bobby, Sam, Castiel, and I are going to Nevada to stop the vaccine distribution. Meanwhile, Dean will go to Chicago with Crowley to retrieve Death's ring.

After getting everything settled. I walked outside with my backpack and the books we'll need. Even if we stop the Croatoan virus and collect Death's ring, we still need to figure out how to get Lucifer in the cage without putting Sam in it. Like a spell to manipulate the vessel Lucifer is in to go or some sort of exorcism that'll send the archangel to Hell. I don't know. Anything would do without Sam participating in this. Tossing the bags in Bobby's van, the guys gathered around.

Dean closed the trunk facing everyone. He looked at Sam, having a brother moment. "Alright, well… Good luck stopping the whole zombie apocalypse."

"Yeah." Sam scoffed. "Good luck, killing Death."

"Yeah." Dean breathed.

Sam then chuckled, "Remember when we used to just...hunt wendigos? How simple things were?"

"Not really," Dean answered.

Sam nodded before pulling Ruby's knife out of his pocket. "Well, um . . . you might need this."

"Keep it. Dean's covered." Crowley said, appearing out of nowhere with a rusty sickle in his hand. He handed it over to Dean. "Death's own. Kills, golly, demons and angels and reapers and, rumor has it, the very thing itself."

"How did you get that?" Castiel asked.

"Hello - king of the crossroads," Crowley said sarcastically. "So, shall we? Bobby, you just gonna sit there?"

"No, I'm gonna Riverdance," Bobby growled.

"I suppose if you want to impress the ladies." The Demon remarked then sighed. "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. Really wasted that crossroads deal. Fact - you get more if you phrase it properly. So, I took the liberty of adding a teeny little sub-A clause on your behalf. What can I say? I'm an altruist. Just gonna sit there?"

We all stared at Bobby, wondering if he was going to stand up. Bobby hesitantly set a foot down on the concrete, his hands on the handles before pushing himself up. I stood nearby just in case he was going to fall. Seeing if this was just a cruel joke from the demon. However, after a few seconds, Bobby stood on his very own two feet for the first time in almost a year. We humans and angel, were amazed as if Lazarus has risen once more.

"Son of a bitch." Bobby heavily murmured amazed.

"Yes, I know. Completely worth your soul. I'm a hell of a guy." Crowley said.

"Thanks," Bobby said.

"This is getting maudlin. Can we go?" The demon asked, walking over to the Impala.

Bobby chuckled, still flabbergasted that he is standing once more. I smiled slightly to know that he no longer needed the wheelchair. However, then I thought about his soul. How it was pawned to find Death and to have his legs back. However, once Bobby gets his soul back, does he lose his ability to stand as well? There is no physical documentation of the contract. Just a kiss and snap of the crossroads demon fingers until ten years are up.

Anyway, it was time to go. I gave Dean a hug telling him to be careful before getting in the back of the van with Castiel. Bobby drove while Sam took the passenger seat. The ride from South Dakota to Nevada is about 1,250 miles. I leaned against the wall, reading a book with a book light. Sam was going over the hypothetical plan of putting Lucifer in the cage if he said yes and jump in. I tried desperately to ignore them. Luckily Dean, Bobby, and I have the majority vote of saying, "Fuck no!" in this establishment. Although, what I'm hearing, Castiel is wavering on the concept with Sam.

""Yes" to Lucifer. Then jump in the hole. It's an interesting plan." Castiel summed it all.

Bobby scoffed, "That's a word for it,"

" Go ahead and tell me it's the worst plan you ever heard." Sam said.

"Of course. I am happy to say that if that's what you want to hear. But it's not what I think." Castiel said.

"Seriously?" I asked astounded. Never have I thought an angel, a rebel angel, would agree to such a horrible idea.

Castiel ignored me as he talked to Sam. "You and Dean have a habit of exceeding my expectations. He resisted Michael. Maybe you could resist Lucifer, but there are things that you would need to know."

"Like?" Sam asked.

"Michael has found another vessel," Castiel answered.

"What?" Sam gasped.

"It's your brother Adam. You must have considered it." The angel explained.

"We were trying not to." Sam sighed.

"Sam... If you say yes to Lucifer and then fail...This fight will happen. And the collateral... It'll be immense." Castiel explained then added. "There's also the demon blood."

"What about demon blood?" I asked.

"To take in Lucifer, it would be more than Sam has ever drunk," Castiel explained.

"But...Why?" Sam asked, a bit disturbed.

"It strengthens the vessel. Keeps it from exploding." Castiel answered as a matter of fact.

"But the guy he's in now –"Sam stuttered.

"He's drinking gallons," Castiel said.

"That explains why Ruby was feeding you her blood," I muttered. Always wonder why Ruby spent quality time with Sam other than to make his psychic abilities stronger. Why she desperately wanted Sam to kill Lilith. If not Sam in general! Because she knew Sam was Lucifer's vessel.

"And how is that not the worst plan you ever heard?" Bobby asked.

No one answered that. Hardly anyone spoke throughout the entire journey to Nevada. Sighing, I read a few more chapters of the book before wrapping a blanket around me, getting some shut-eye. Or at least until it's my turn to drive.

.o0o.

We were at the Niveus Pharmaceuticals distribution center in the morning. We watched trucks being loaded with the so-called vaccine. Bobby looked through his binoculars, having a better look at what is going on inside the facility by the open gate. This wasn't good. Any hour from now, thousands upon thousands of Croatoan virus will be shipped off for the swine flu, and by tomorrow the zombie apocalypse will begin. I put my hair in a braid and put on a baseball cap while listening to Bobby.

"Yup, they're loading up hotshots of Croatoan in the trucks," Bobby informed, lowering his binoculars. "Okay. First truck doesn't leave for an hour. We get in, we plant the C-4 every 25 feet, and then we pull the fire alarm."

"Uh, that truck is leaving." Castiel pointed out.

Fuck, one truck is actually leaving the loading dock.

"Balls!" Bobby cursed. "Okay, new plan."

Bobby came up with a quick plan, giving Castiel a shotgun to go up and stop the truck from leaving. As Castiel did so, Bobby and I grabbed the C-4, following after Castiel with Sam carrying the weapons. Sam handed me the Colt in case there were demons. I shoved the Colt in my pocket. Slipping through the partially opened gate to see the truck driver unconscious with the security pad destroyed. No time to see if the driver was okay, we ran towards the storage building. Unfortunately, the doors closed. Bobby called out the front door.

The front door was locked. We could hear the panic and chaos going on inside. People screaming banging on the door. Sam yelled, get back, pulling out his gun and aimed it at the lock. With just one shot, he broke the lock then kicked the door down. People started running out as we tell them to go. Once the people who were close to the door were out, we ran inside, guns ready.

The facility was quiet. Quiet enough that you could hear rustling noise follow by a person being attack. Putting the explosives down, I held my gun close, following Sam and Bobby. When we reached an aisle, we saw six workers dismembering one of their coworkers alive. I gasped to see such cannibalism. They were covered in blood, and their eyes were bloodshot while their irises were yellow. Almost like a crossroads demon. They stopped what they were doing, gazing and growling at us like animals.

Drawing our weapons, we waited. If this was a regular case, we wouldn't be shooting people. But then again this wasn't a typical case. These workers were infected by the Croatoan virus. They are no longer human. They cannot be saved. When they started running towards us, we did not hesitate as we continuously fired till they were all dead.

"Help me! Please! Help!" A woman cried out.

"There are still people here," Sam whispered.

"Sam, no!" Bobby protested.

"Wait here," Sam said, handing Bobby Ruby's knife.

"Damn," Bobby said, taking the knife.

As Sam went off to help, Bobby and I stood there with the explosives. My Spidey-senses were tingling that I switched guns. Holding the colt, I looked around, keeping high alert. I walked around, checking the area till seeing a demon in a security guard suit approached Bobby.

"Behind you!" I called out.

Bobby turned around, thrusting the knife into the demon's chest. Hearing a cry, I spun to see another demon exposing his black eyes, charging at me. I raised the Colt shooting at the demon. The demon stumbled, looking at the bullet wound in his chest. He laughed, then stopped. Red spark disrupts from the wound before killing the demon whole, dropping dead on the ground.

I panted, looking at Bobby. The security guard demon is dead as well. We nodded, still keeping our guard as Sam brought a man and a woman out. Bobby yelled at them to go while we stood guard. Sam cocked his gun-running back into the maze of the facility. A couple of demons came at us, but we shot and stabbed them down for good.

One by one, Sam brought people out of the building. Every now and then, we can hear gunfire.

Once we were sure the area was evacuated, Sam came over to us.

"All clear." He announced.

Bobby nodded till spotting something. "Sam!"

Out of nowhere, a Croatoan man charged and tackled Sam to the ground. The infected person pinned Sam to the ground strangling him. Bobby draws his gun, ready to fire, except it clicked, indicating out of bullets. I pull my gun, about to shoot, when Castiel came over, aiming the barrel of his shotgun at the infected person's head, blowing his brains out.

"Cass…" I stood there, dumbfounded. Never thought the angel had it in him to fire a gun.

Castiel stepped back, examining his gun, "Actually, these things can be useful."

I ran over to Sam, helping him up. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Sam panted.

Once he was up, Bobby had his moment. "Can we commit our act of domestic terrorism already?

Let's go."

I scoffed before nodded running back to the entrance to collect the explosives. We split the explosives attaching them to support beams, the cargo, and other places to explode. I took a couple of explosives, running up to the main office so all data could be destroyed. As I apply the C-4 to the wall, I stopped looking at the Location of Distribution file. Pausing, I picked up the file taking a peek. There were names of cities and towns that were severely infected by this disease.

My eyes widen to see the total of infected civilians who had the swine flu. If the estimation is correct, 59 million people have contracted Pestilence's outbreak. I covered my mouth to see the actual numbers. Let alone the location where these vaccines were going: Pennsylvania, California, Wisconsin, Nevada, and Illinois.

Grabbing the folder, I shoved it in my backpack then finished the job. As I was about to leave the office, a demon blocked my path. Before I could do anything, he grabbed me by the arm and tossed me over the rail, holding me there. I cried out in pain, feeling my left arm dislocated out of my shoulder.

"Skylar!" Sam exclaimed, running towards the office.

"I wouldn't move if I were you!" The demon warned as he lifted me up, then almost dropping

me, but didn't let go. I cried out in pain. "Or the bitch is gonna learn how to fly."

Bobby and Sam stood there watching this. Knowing that there was no other choice, they dropped their weapons.

"Good, now be a good hunter and take out the detonator." The demon ordered.

"Don't!" I cried out.

I rather die than let the fake vaccine be distributed. Bobby gazed at me then at Sam and back at me, taking the detonator out of his jacket. I was going to yell at him to run and detonate the bombs. Destroy this place to the ground. Burn the hell out of the Croatoan. However, Bobby did as instruct, making the demon laugh victoriously.

"You hunters think you'll always win." The demon taunted. "Not anymore."

"Says you!" Castiel's voice said, firing a gun.

I gasped, falling thirty feet. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact. However, I did not fall into concrete; instead collided into the flesh before hitting the ground. A shot of pain erupted in my left shoulder, causing me to cry out. When I open my eyes, I see Castiel holding the Colt aimed at the dead body on the stairs. Then I stared at Sam, who had caught me groaning in pain.

"Come on," Bobby ordered.

Sam nodded, adjusting himself before picking me up bridal style. I cried out in pain, grasping my left shoulder. Having no time, the guys ran out towards the van. Sam carried me inside, placing me in the back while Castiel took the passenger seat. Bobby got in the driver's seat, holding the detonator.

"Ready for some fireworks?" Bobby asked.

Everyone answered yes, which Bobby pressed the button, detonating the C-4 and other bombs in the Niveus Pharmaceuticals facility. Although I couldn't see the destruction, I could easily hear if not feel the explosion. Not wasting time to see our attack, Bobby drove off before the local authorities showed up.

I groaned, banging against the van wall in pain. Sam crawled over, examining my arm. When he touched my shoulder, I cried out in pain. Yep, I dislocated my shoulder, alright.

"We need to stop somewhere to treat her," Sam said.

"Once we reach Utah, we'll stop at a motel," Bobby replied. "Think you can handle it?"

"Just get us out of here," I muttered.

Sam went through the first aid kit, pulling out some painkillers and a bottle of water. He helped me up as I took them. After swallowing, he adjusted out position so that he sat against the wall while I sat in front of him, back pressed along his chest. It wasn't long before the drugs took into effect, numbing the pain. A couple of minutes later, I fall unconscious.

.o0o.

When I wake up, Sam was picking me up out of the van. Groaning from the pressure on my dislocated shoulder, I grabbed his shirt. Lost in pain and drugs, Sam carried me to a motel room with the help of Bobby holding the door, allowing us in. So exhausted to realize what is going on in who was in the room. Sam settled me on the bed then helped me sit up.

"Want me to pop your shoulder?" he asked.

"Yeah!" I snapped.

Sam looked around till going through my backpack, pulling out a belt. He bends it placing it against my mouth. Realizing he wanted me to bite it. I do so, closing my eyes, anticipating more pain. Sam stood behind me, resting a hand on the left shoulder blade while the other on my arm.

"On three," Sam said calmly. "One…"

Sam quickly popped my shoulder back in. I cried, cursing a colorful word that was suppressed by the belt. The pain was terrible, but after a couple of minutes, the area became sore. Stepping back, I glared at Sam.

"What happened to two and three?" I asked, rubbing my shoulder. "Ow."

"You're welcome," Sam said.

"Thanks," I sighed, then looked around the room. It was like any motel, two queen beds, stained carpet, a TV, dresser, closet, table with two chairs, and a bathroom in the corner. "Where're the others?"

"They're in the other room," Sam answered, walking over to the door. "Stay here."

I sat down on the bed as Sam left the room. Using my good arm, I reached over to the nightstand grabbing the remote to turn on the television. Setting the TV on the news channel if there was any news about the Niveus Pharmaceuticals compound explosion? As predicted, the news reporter was announcing an act on domestic terrorism against the vaccine? Although, witnesses stated that the terrorist saved them from specific individuals who were attacked by their coworkers, describing the incident of violent dismemberment, physical condition, and homicidal aggression after the shipment director injected the vaccine into them. Police are investigating Niveus Pharmaceuticals to figure out what caused such an act.

My Spidey-senses had me staring at the door where Sam enters carrying a burger joint bag. Realizing it was late. Bobby must have taken the longer route to get here. Sam sat down, placing the food on the table. I got up and sat down as he handed me a burger.

"What, no fries?" I teased.

"Sorry, the guys ate them while you slept." Sam chuckled.

"You snooze, you lose," I murmured. "Thanks."

Sam nodded as he ate his burger. We ate in silence, though we listen to today's news. How Chicago is dealing with a category-three storm. Minor damages from gardens, several cable lines and street lamps knocked over, and debris.

"Guess Dean took care of that," Sam said.

"Maybe," I agreed.

After eating, I got up, heading over to the bed to collect my clothes. A hot shower is in order. After being a domestic terrorist, I want to do nothing other than shower and bathe in a terrible chipped bathtub. So, with plaid pajama bottoms and a tank top, I headed off to the bathroom. Inside, I set my clothes on the sink, then started the shower. As I was about to shed my clothes, I winced. My left shoulder was still sore, making it hard to move it properly.

"Sam," I called out.

"Yeah?" Sam replied.

"Can you help me?" I asked.

Sam came over, entering the bathroom. "What do you need?"

"Need help taking my flannel off," I mumbled.

"Okay," he said. Coming up behind me, he gingerly pulled the fabric off my shoulder. I closed my eyes, feeling his hands going down the sides of my arm. Once the flannel was off, his hands graze over the exposed skin of my back. A shiver went down my spine.

"Thanks," I breathed.

"Yeah, you're welcome," Sam murmured, leaving the bathroom closing the door.

Locking the door and undressing, I got in the shower, washing away today's event. Sadly, what was supposed to be calm and relaxing became a major mental discussion. Once Dean gets Death's ring, then there is no other option. Sam would say "Yes" to Lucifer and become his vessel in order to trick him so both could be trapped in the cage. Let alone if Dean is still alive. Death is somebody you can't cheat, and from all my research…he's somebody you can't kill. Hell, even if Death was locked up since Noah's Ark, he still had control over who lives and who dies. One-touch from him and its judgment day.

Sighing, I finished my shower and put on my pajamas before finishing my nightly routine. With my hair in a towel, I came out, finding Sam turning off his computer. He looked up, seeing me as he gave a small smile.

"Um…the shower's yours," I mumbled.

"Thanks," Sam said as he got up grabbing his toiletries, and headed inside.

I took some Tylenol to ease the soreness. Sighing, I sat on the bed, turning the lights off, then tossed the towel on the ground. Although sleep eluded me, even when I'm sore and exhausted, I just couldn't fall asleep. So, I laid there in the dark, listening to the shower running. God, what am I doing with my life? I'm alone in a motel room with the guy I genuinely like, and everything feels awkward. Needing to sleep, I face the wall closing my eyes, hoping for sleep.

The door opened. Sam must be done with his shower. I turned around, so he had more privacy in the second bed. However, he doesn't occupy it. Instead, he sat down on my bed. I pretended I was asleep.

"You awake?" he asked.

I sighed, rolling over to lie on my back. "Yeah."

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"Other than my left shoulder sore?" I countered.

"Yeah," Sam sighed.

I took in a deep breath, "I'm just overwhelmed."

Sam nodded, "I know what you're feeling."

"Do you?" I asked, slowly sitting up. "Do you really know how I am feeling? You might understand half of it, but not all. My family is dead. The angel I despised saved my life. The demon who possibly was involved in Ellen and Jo's death is helping us. Bobby sold his soul. Lucifer has some interest in me. And you are considering in saying yes. What do you think?"

"A lot of anger," Sam suggested. "Hurt."

"And scared," I added with a sigh. "I guess I'm afraid of being alone. Nearly everyone I loved and cared for dies."

A tear slides down my cheek. I wiped the tear away, "Sorry, this is probably not helping."

"Sky," Sam said, only to stop, heaving a heavy breath. "Move over."

I debated if this was such a good idea. But I do so, making room so Sam could lie down. At first, we don't say anything. We laid there, staring at each other in the eyes. We should probably get some sleep, or Sam takes the second bed. Nonetheless we don't move in darkness, the only source of light coming from the bathroom through the cracked door. Even this close, I could smell the cheap shampoo and soap off his skin.

"We should probably get some sleep," I whispered.

"Yeah," Sam replied quietly.

However, he doesn't move. My hand reached his face cradling his cheek. I don't know what is going on with me, knowing there are boundaries. If I dare take the next step, let alone the lack of privacy with a prophet watching us right now. Because if I dare do this… I will surely feel utter agony.

You know what, screw it. I thought. I have a birth control implant in my arm and not going to waste what little chance I have with Sam.

(A/N: if you are not into smut, skip through this.)

I kissed him. Sam kissed me back. One of his hands caressed my cheek while the other slides down my side, gripping my waist, before down my plaid legs. I shuddered, moving closer to him and wrapped my leg around him. The kissing getting much intense as Sam licked my bottom lip, asking for permission. I opened my mouth slightly, allowing him in, feeling his tongue enter into a deeper kiss.

His tongue against mine and his hands sliding under my tank top, rubbing his palm on my lower back, bringing us closer. Only our clothes separated us. I gasped, feeling his erection pressed against my crotch. Sam then broke the kiss, going down my jaw, and started kissing along my neck. I grabbed his shoulders, gathering the fabric of his night-shirt into my fists. A gasp escapes once more as Sam began nibbling on my flesh.

"Sam," I moaned.

Sam pulled back, looking at me. Although it was dark, I could tell by the tension that this was our chance to pull back. Just cuddle or sleep in a separate bed. But I don't want to stop. Sitting up, I shed my tank top, exposing my chest to him. Sam did the same, afterward laid me back on the bed carefully. He grabbed the band of my pajama bottoms, pulling them down along with my underwear.

I took in a deep breath lying naked before him. Sam stared at my body in the darkness. The stare started making me feel insecure, knowing how skinny, if not boney, I am compared to the other women he had before. Before I could cross my arms, Sam leaned forward, kissing me deeply.

His hands went from my face to my arms, roaming down to the sides of my breasts and ribcage and coming down at the base of my hip bone. I kissed back, wrapping my arms around him, ignoring the pain in my shoulder. Our chest collided while we grind between each other as my hands travel around his back. Feeling his muscles rippled under my fingers till tracing over the scar on his back.

My hands then traveled towards his pants, pulling them down. Sam shrugged them off, getting into position. For a second, I thought he would enter. Instead, he slides a finger inside of me. I gasped, arching my back from the sudden intrusion. His fingers thrusting while his thumb rub along my clit. I panted, lost in the feeling of his fingers. My body getting aroused by each minute while my hips buck some when his fingers graze my g-spot over and over again.

"Sam!" I cried out, close to climaxing.

Suddenly Sam stopped pulling his fingers out. I groaned, glaring daggers at him. Sam chuckled before giving an apologetic kiss. I was about to kiss back when feeling him enter me. We stayed still adjusting to each other. I panted, accommodating to his size. Closing my eyes, I nodded, letting Sam have a go-ahead. Sam leaned forward, kissing me desperately as he started his thrusting. He started off slow, finding the right place. As the pressure began to build up inside me again, I reached out and placed my hands on his waist while grounding my hips to meet his.

Taking this as the okay, he moved faster, if not harder. I gasped, wrapping my arms around him, holding on tight. Sam buried his head in my neck on occasion, kissing, nipping, and sucking it.

We were lost in each other. I don't know how long we went at it. Or the number of times we came, but it felt so good.

(End of sex scene)

When we were done, I curled up next to Sam. His arm wrapped around me while his hand traced my spine. My head rested on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. How steady it was. It was a little over after one, but sleep seemed to escape us.

"Skylar," Sam started.

"Yeah," I breathed.

"Promise me something." He said.

I sighed, knowing sooner or later, this conversation will come. I adjusted myself to look at him

straight in the eyes holding the sheets to cover my chest. Sam placed a hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb on the cheekbone.

"If I go, I need you to promise me that you'll live your life," He murmured.

"Sam," I was about to speak, but his thumb rested on my lip.

"You go back to college. You get your degree, and you be the best photographer out there." He listed. "And you – you have a girls' night and go meet some guy, go on a real date. You go live some normal, independent life, Sky."

"I don't know if I can," I whispered.

"Promise me." Sam pleaded.

I couldn't verbally promise him. To hear him make me promise him felt like this was goodbye. Goodbye to my best friend. A fellow hunter and comrade. And most importantly, saying goodbye to somebody I love. How can anyone promise to move on when there is another option?

How can you promise that after what we just did?

Tears started to fall. It wasn't long the whimpers came suppressing the sobs. I must appear weak before him. Probably adding more guilt to his self-consciousness. Yet Sam merely sighed as he wrapped his arms around me. This might be the only night we will share. And he just ruined it.

"I'll…try," I whispered after I calmed down.

Sam sighed in relief as he kissed my head. "Thank you."

We went to sleep in each other's arms. Or at least I did.

.o0o.

Sam's POV

Sam watched Skylar fall asleep in his arms. She looked much younger in her sleep. Almost looking like the girl, he met at the Roadhouse those years ago. Three years later, here they are now. In the beginning, Sam thought of Skylar as his friend. Somebody he could talk to and count on after Jessica's death. Throughout the years, he noticed how infatuated he was, protective, and such around Skylar. Yet the thought of Jessica, then Ruby held him back to realize there was more between them.

After discovering the truth about Brady, what he did to Jessica sent him over the edge. The moment he stabbed the demon, he felt something inside him stir. Not pride, vengeance, or justice…but relief. The weight of guilt lifted off his shoulders, knowing Jessica's killer is now officially dead. Sam would always love Jessica, her being his first love. Yet staring at Skylar in his arm, he realized he had feelings for her too. Probably started back in Springfield, Ohio, at the university when solving a case of the trickster? Well…Gabriel.

He wondered what would have happened if there was another way to put Lucifer in the cage. Would they have started a relationship, something Ellen and Bill had? Her staying home running some business while he and Dean go off hunting, coming back every other week? Or would they have retired from the supernatural going back to normal human lives. Sam used to dream of having a family of his own with Jessica. Now he sees Skylar instead of Jessica.

However, that was not going to happen. In order to end the apocalypse, he had to say yes to Lucifer and, in some way-somehow jump into the cage. Leaving behind his brother Dean, Bobby, and Skylar. But what choice did he have? They were going to be dead if they continue fighting, and he felt guilty if any of them die because of his mistake. He let Lucifer out, so he must put the devil back in.

Skylar sighed, turning in her sleep. Rolling off of him, lying on her side. This action broke Sam's train of thought, staring at her back. He traced his fingers over it, feeling how soft and smooth it was if not dusted with freckles. Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his arm around her waist.

If you love someone very much, you let them go.

Sam hoped he was doing the right thing.


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