Harvelle Supernatural

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A/N: There is a notice at the end of the chapter.


Chapter 25: Swan Song

Skylar's POV

The following days were spent on researching. I spent most of my time on the computer using my clairvoyant ability to track down where Lucifer may be. Everything was sporadic that I have ten different weather anomalies all over the United States. Omens, to be precise. As I did this, along with Bobby's help, the boys and Castiel hunted down demons to get information.

Although, that wasn't the only thing on the list.

I had to wear headphones listening to loud rock music to ignore the demons' screams as they were drained of their blood. Castiel said that the human vessel must consume a ton of demon blood in order to contain Lucifer. Otherwise, the vessel will deteriorate or explode.

When I take a break, I think about the night when Sam and I had sex. When I woke up, I found myself being spooned by Sam, feeling his entire body pressed against me. His breath breathing down my neck, that sense of knowing he was still alive. At that mere moment, I felt like there was something special between us. Like an actual relationship. Especially when he woken up and gave me a kiss on the lip. It wasn't passionate or desperate, but a simple kiss. Goodbye to what we could have had. The moment we walked out of that motel room; we were back to being hunters.

Anyway, Bobby was standing next to the van's trunk where I was sitting, looking over the weather reports I found. He sighed at the amount of change in weather patterns. Castiel, Sam, and Dean come out of the abandoned warehouse, caring jugs filled with demon blood I shivered in disgust, let alone the awful taste in my mouth.

Dean came over, standing next to Bobby, "I still can't get used to you at eye level."

"So, was I right?" Bobby asked after giving a face.

"As always, Yoda. Two stunt demons inside, just like you said." Dean sarcastically answered.

"Did you get it?" Bobby asked, referring to the blood.

"Yeah, all the "go juice" Sammy can drink," Dean replied, watching Sam put the blood in the

trunk of the Impala.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Not really," Dean answered, looking at me. "What do you got?"

"These are the omens I could find," I said, handing him printed copies of newspapers. "Some cyclone in Florida, wildfire in LA, temperature drop in Detroit-"

"Wait. What about Detroit?" Dean interrupted.

"Temperatures have dropped roughly twenty degrees, within a five-block radius of downtown Motown," I said.

Dean sighed, tossing the paper in the van. "That's the one. Devil's in Detroit."

"Really?" Bobby asked. "As far as foreboding goes, it's a little light in the loafers. You sure? "

"Yeah, I'm sure." Dean breathed.

Right, back in Carthage, Lucifer said Sam would say "yes" to him in Detroit six months. Has it been six months already since Ellen and Jo's death? Sighing, the guys and I packed our things from the long drive for Detroit, Michigan. Sam, Dean, and Castiel took the Impala while Bobby and I drove the van.

Bobby drove the majority of the way while I sat in the passenger seat doing final preparations. All of the materials are needed against demons when Sam takes the leap. When the leader is down, the followers are going to retaliate. Seek vengeance when all is done, after centuries of finding a way to free their God.

However, I thought about the possibility if all of this fails. What will happen if Lucifer takes control? The Apocalypse, no doubt, with Lucifer and Michael's ultimate showdown! Yet, if Michael wins, there will be a chunk of the human population diminished, which he and the heavenly host will call a terrible sacrifice. But if Lucifer wins, the human race will become an extinct species. Any possible survivors will revolt…and, in the end, shall die. If what Dean said of the possible future is accurate and Lucifer's expectations…I would be a pet.

The idea of being the only human alive that Lucifer to have for his vessel disturbed me. Alone in a world of Croatoan victims, selected demons, angels, and…more importantly… Lucifer.

"You should get some shut-eye," Bobby advised.

"Same with you," I countered.

Bobby sighed, "Are you okay with this?"

"Okay with what?" I replied. "Ya got to be specific."

"Okay, with Sam gone. I know there something going on between the two of you." Bobby said.

I took a deep breath, "No, but its Sam's choice."

"You know, you still got me, kid." He said.

"Of course, dad." I chuckled slightly.

"I mean it," Bobby said.

Bobby is probably right. After all, once said and done, he might be the only one left. Who knows what Dean would do, either continue hunting or retire? Castiel would return to heaven. So that just leaves Bobby as the only family-non-blood-related I have left. Over the years, he has become like a father figure to me. Of course, he will not replace Bill, but Bobby is still a father figure.

So doing as he said, I put the weapons down, lowered the seat, and closed my eyes.

.o0o.

We were in an alleyway of downtown Motown, Detroit, Michigan. All of us were silent as Bobby went to the entryway with a pair of binoculars seeking the building that Lucifer may be in. The area was cold. On my cellphone, the weather report said it was seventy-five degrees. However, it felt like forty right now. Just as the news predicted.

I sat on the hood of the Impala, waiting along with the others. Sirens could be heard. Let's just hope our presence doesn't lead to a misunderstanding. About five minutes later, Bobby comes back reporting what he found.

"Demons," Bobby said out of breath. "At least two dozen of them. You were right - something's up."

"More than something. He's here. I know it." Dean said, walking around the trunk of the Impala.

Sam looks at Bobby, walking over to him. Both sighed, knowing this was goodbye.

"I'll see ya around, kid," Bobby said.

"See ya around. " Sam replied before giving him a hug.

"He gets in... You fight him tooth and nail, you understand? Keep swingin'. Don't give an inch." Bobby ordered.

"Yes, sir," Sam said, pulling back. He then walked over to Castiel, holding out a hand to Castiel.

"Take care of these guys, okay?"

"That's not possible." Castiel sighed lightly.

"Then humor me," Sam said.

"Oh. I was supposed to lie." Castiel said, realizing somewhat what Sam meant. He started talking in a weird humorist's voice. "Uh... Sure. They'll be fine."

"Just –"Sam interrupted. "Just stop... talking."

I chuckled at the awkwardness going on between those two. I then sighed, looking down. This was it. I was going to lose my best friend. It wasn't a minute till Sam stood in front of me. I looked up at him with sad eyes.

"Skylar," Sam started then paused.

"I wished we found another way," I confessed.

"I know," he said, taking my hands. "But it is what it is. Promise to take care of them."

"I'll try, though that's gonna be hard," I said.

Sam chuckled, knowing these guys are hard to handle. Being stubborn and all. There was more I wanted to say, but I couldn't say them. It was too early to say those words. Let alone being too late. Sam seemed to have the same motion. Instead of saying whatever is on his mind, he leaned down and kissed me.

I kissed him back. Our lips moved against each other for a moment. When he pulled back, he kissed me one more time on the forehead then walked around the Impala. I took deep breaths, trying my best not to cry. Except my eyes sting, but no tears shed.

No one said a word as Sam drank the demon blood. No one dared turn to watch him drink the cursed blood. My body cringed, hearing him gagged once in a while. As Sam continued to drink, a couple of tears fell. I tried to wipe them away before any of the guys see them. But as each minute pass, the closer I am to losing someone.

Why is it that everyone I loved dies?

Sam cleared his throat and closes the trunk. All eyes were on him as he took a deep breath. He looked a bit high, eyes dilated with a smidge of blood on his lips. Sam panted, taking in deep breaths.

"Okay," Sam said, walking out of the alleyway. "Let's go."

Bobby, Castiel, and I watched Sam and Dean left the alleyway towards the building where Lucifer would be. I sat on the Impala's hood, watching them go. Unable to say goodbye, for I don't want this to be the finale. Bobby walked over, setting a hand on my shoulder. He didn't say anything else. Just stood there, lending as much support that Bobby can.

Now it was a waiting game. Bobby remained beside me while Castiel paced around. He was unease since everything he has done titled him as a rebel. If this plan doesn't work…I wonder what Castiel would do. He doesn't have his angel mojo, so there isn't much he can do other than being a researcher like me.

Minutes started to feel like hours. Then all of a sudden, a flash of light could be seen from the building. Castiel paused, looking in that general direction.

"Sam has said yes," the angel said.

"Now we hope and wait," Bobby added.

After they said that, I gasped. A gurgling cry erupted from my lips as I felt an excruciating headache. Like my brain was pounding against my skull. The confrontation has begun between Sam and Lucifer. My clairvoyant powers letting me know how Sam is feeling. Castiel immediately stood in front of me while Bobby tried to figure out what to do. All I could do was grasp my head trying to take deep breaths. After a minute, the migraine started to slow down. At first, my body felt warm, signifying Sam was in control. However, the moment I exhale, a mist of cold air escaped.

"I don't like the look of that," Bobby said.

"Dean," I whispered.

Jumping off the Impala, and started searching for Dean. There is a limit of knowledge my ability can provide. So, the only person who knows if Sam jumped in the cage with Lucifer is Dean. Castiel and Bobby followed me as I walked through the streets. Dean stood in front of an electronic store with four televisions reporting sudden news. So, we failed. Lucifer got control of Sam.

"Reports are flooding in - a 7.6 earthquake in Portland, 8.1 in Boston, more in Hong Kong, Berlin, and Tehran. The USGS has no explanation but says to expect a six-figure death toll."

"It's starting," Castiel said, walking away.

"Yeah, you think, genius?" Dean said, following after him.

Castiel stopped, "You don't have to be meant."

"So, what do we do now?" I asked.

"I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol... Just wait for the inevitable blast wave." Castiel suggested.

"Yeah, swell. Thank you, Bukowski. I-I mean, how do we stop it?" Dean demanded with irritated.

"We don't," Castiel said, turning around to face us, humans. "Lucifer will meet Michael on the chosen field, and the battle of Armageddon begins."

"Okay, well, where's this chosen field?" Dean asked.

"I don't know," Castiel answered.

"Well, there's got to be something that we can do," Dean said and then faced me. "Skylar, you think you can locate them?"

"I don't know. Answers are various." I said.

"Then try," Dean barked. "Where is the battle taking place?"

I sighed, closing my eyes and taking a large deep breath. The claircognizance trying to find the answer going on within my head. Flashes started showing, clouded skies, dry grass, bare trees, and tombstones. "A cemetery."

"A cemetery," Dean repeated. "Anything else."

"Sorry, Dean, my ability is limited." I apologized.

"I'm sorry, Dean. This is over." Castiel apologized as well.

"You listen to me, you junkless sissy –"Dean insulted, then turned to Bobby. "We are not giving up! Bobby? Bobby?"

Bobby stood there, almost catatonic with the given situation. His eyes were watery, as he said,

"There was never much hope to begin with. I don't know what to do."

Dean had a hard time believing this. So am I. We cannot give up on Sam. We have to finish the mission before all of us are dead. Dean, not being able to stand it, walked away, heading towards the Impala. I stared at Bobby and Castiel, disappointed in what they just said. Sam is in danger as we speak. We all are, and they both decided to give up.

"Have you guys seriously given up?" I asked.

None of them reply.

"Unbelievable," I said, turning around following Dean.

.o0o.

I walked down the alleyway where the Impala was. Dean got out of his car, walking around, and opening the trunk. I came over, standing next to him, seeing all the different types of weapons.

"What's the plan?" I asked.

"The battle will be in Stull cemetery in my home town. Thanks to Chuck. The plan is I go in there and talk to Sam. Maybe Lucifer will give me a chance." Dean answered.

"Then, hopefully, Sam would take control and open the cage." I finished.

"Something like that," Dean said sadly.

I placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, "I know how you feel."

"Is this what you felt with Jo?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," I breathed.

Dean sighed, going through the trunk. He stopped to pull out Ruby's demon knife and handed it to me. I stared at him, confused, yet take the knife. Guess Dean wanted me to have protection in case Lucifer or his minions grabs me out of nowhere. So far, there are only three methods to get rid of demons, the colt, ruby's knife, and an exorcism.

I helped Dean the best I could. We might be considering going without the others. Both of us care about Sam, that we won't leave him behind. Dean would rather die than let Lucifer ride his brother for all eternity. I just want Sam to be free, though that may never happen. After getting everything sorted, Dean closed the trunk.

"You goin' someplace?" Bobby asked as he and Castiel joined us. "You're goin' to do somethin' stupid. You got that look."

"I'm gonna go talk to Sam," Dean said.

"You just don't give up," Bobby said.

"It's Sam!" Dean snapped.

"If you couldn't reach him here, you're certainly not gonna be able to on the battlefield," Castiel said.

"Well, if we've already lost, I guess I got nothing to lose, right? " Dean asked.

"I just want you to understand - the only thing that you're gonna see out there is Michael killing your brother," Castiel said.

Dean paused, taking in what Castiel warning, "Well, then I ain't gonna let him die alone."

He walked over to the door getting in his Impala. "Skylar, watch them for me."

Before I could protest, Dean started the engine and drove off to his hometown. I heaved a sigh, no use in arguing, then faced Bobby and Castiel.

"We need to do somethin'," I said.

"What can we do?" Castiel asked.

"I don't know, but Dean has done so much for us. It's the least we can do is return the favor." I said.

.o0o.

It was a cloudy day in Lawrence, Kansas. No signs of omens or anything out of the ordinary. It was just a typical cloudy day in the countryside. Bobby drove the majority of the drive while Castiel was making a Molotov in the van's back. Unlike your standard Molotov cocktail with flammable fluids, this one had Holy Oil. The angel said holy oil is one of the few things that can hurt an angel. As this happens, I sat in the driver's seat, nervous. The blade is held tightly in my hand in case something snatches me.

By noon, we reached Stull Cemetery. Bobby parked by the church, as we looked around, seeing no one. When we got out of the car, the atmosphere felt tensed. Like you can cut it with a butter knife. I looked around, trying to find Dean or Sam/Lucifer. I had no clue what Adam/Michael looked like, so this was going to be hard.

"We need to hurry," Bobby said.

"But where could they-"My words were interrupted when hearing Rock of Ages by Def Leppard.

We turn to see two figures standing in the cemetery. They weren't paying attention to us—only the black Impala heading in their direction. I snorted in how Dean apparently wanted to make an entrance. Well, it's one way to stall the ultimate showdown. So nothing else to do, the boys and I made our way to the group to help Dean.

I could see Dean talking with Lucifer until a Michael snapped, marching over to him. Michael's vessel Adam, a young man that was tall and lean with blond hair and blue eyes. Quietly we snuck up on them as Castiel held the Molotov cocktail carefully. Holy Oil is rare. How Bobby has a case is surprising.

"Well, then you're next on my list, buttercup. But right now, I need five minutes with him." Dean said.

This infuriated Michael, "You little maggot. You are no longer a part of this story!"

"Hey, ass-butt!" Castiel called out.

He ignited the rag setting it on fire and throwing it at Michael. The bottle shattered on impact, splashing out the burning holy fire on the archangel. Michael screamed out in pain as his body was consumed by fire. Almost like a ghost when burning his bones. When Michael was gone, all eyes were on Castiel. Did he…did he literally set a Molotov on one of the four archangels? Also, calling him an ass-butt?

""Ass-butt"?" Dean asked, bewildered.

"He'll be back - and upset - but you got your five minutes," Castiel said apprehensively.

"Castiel," Lucifer growled, facing the angel. "Did you just Molotov my brother with holy fire?"

"Uh... no." Castiel stuttered.

"No one dicks with Michael but me," Lucifer growled.

Castiel stepped back, afraid of what the fallen angel would do. Lucifer raised his hand and snapped his fingers. It happened so fast, but Castiel combusted, exploding organs and blood everywhere. Everyone except Lucifer gasped in shock to see what Lucifer just did to our comrade. I stood there dumbfounded, not realizing the blood all over my face and frontal.

"Sammy, can you hear me?" Dean asked, panting heavily.

Lucifer turned to face Dean, "You know... I tried to be nice... for Sammy's sake. But you... are such a pain... in my ass."

He grabbed Dean by the collar of his leather jacket and throws him onto the windshield of the Impala, shattering the window. Bobby instantly held the Colt firing at Lucifer. When the fallen angel turned around, Bobby fired again at his chest. Yet the bullets hardly fazed him. Impossible. The Colt should at least neutralize him for a moment. But they don't, not anymore. With a twist of Lucifer's hand, Bobby's neck snapped.

"Bobby!" I cried, running over, falling to my knees to see his neck twisted.

"I will deal with you later," Lucifer said.

I looked up, staring at Lucifer when he waved his hand. I gasped, feeling like I was being teleported, then fell onto hard concrete. I groaned, sitting up to find myself in some abandoned warehouse with demons. All of them turned to face me. Oh shit. None of them moved, but all made a circular cage around me. There were five of them and one of me. Not good.

One demon in a suit came over, grabbing my arm in a vice grip. I gave a cry of pain before drawing Ruby's knife and stabbing him in the chest. The demon let me go, falling to the ground as his inners vaporized inside the vessel. Yanking the knife out, I was tackled by more demons, all trying to restrain me. I slashed and cut at my very best, injuring the abominations they pulled back, snarling at me.

I panted, gripping the knife tightly to a point my knuckles were white. I will not submit so easily. If Lucifer wants me, he has to come here and get me. And I will not be some pet or concubine for no one. Even if they are special occasions with Sam when he is in control. We will not accept that.

Therefore, I did my very best fighting off demons using the knife while making my escape. Until one demon pinned me down to the ground, calling out for the other to bring the chloroform. Panicked, I tried to fight them off desperately. Yet the demon on top pinned my hands above my head while straddling me. The second demon came back holding a rag, ready to sedate me when he stopped. His eyes burning brightly until collapsing on the ground.

On top of me, the demon let go turning around to face the next intruder to be Castiel. Castiel looked much better than before. The demon growled, charging after Castiel, but he vanished then reappeared behind him. He placed his hand on the demon's head, purifying the creature and killing it. I sat up panting, holding the demon knife close.

Castiel couldn't be alive. I saw him die by Lucifer's hand. His body literally exploded. The angel walked over to me, offering a hand.

"You died," I panted.

"And God brought me back to life," Castiel replied. "All is over and done."

"Sam…?" I asked.

"He managed to get Lucifer in the cage along with Michael," Castiel answered.

Having a hard time believing that. Yet Castiel helped me up, and we transported back to Stull Cemetery. Bobby lay dead on the ground, while Dean sat on his knees in defeat. There was no sight of Michael or Lucifer anywhere. Only those who interrupted the Apocalypse. Castiel walked over to Dean as I went over to Bobby. Everyone is nearly gone. Only Dean, Castiel, and I remain. Sam is in the cage with Lucifer, my family in heaven, Ash probably there too, along with Bobby, or Bobby's soul rotting in hell and anybody else.

My body started to shake, my chest heaving, and my eyes burning with tears. Placing my hand over Bobby's face, I closed his eyes. Tears began to fall. I hesitated, therefore Bobby died, and I did nothing.

"Cass, are you God?" Dean asked.

"That's a nice compliment. But no. Although, I do believe he brought me back." Castiel replied, walking over to Bobby's corpse and me. "New and improved."

The angel knelt down, touching Bobby on the forehead. A crunching noise could be heard as Bobby's gasped, opening his eyes. I gasped, seeing Bobby resurrected as he sat up. Unable to control myself, I hugged Bobby before helping him up.

We had won the war…yet all of it came with a price.

.o0o.

No one has hardly spoken a word since the confrontation. Only Bobby managed to say, "let's head back home." Although home to any of us is not typically a house. However, we all agreed to leave Stull Cemetery and headed back to Sioux Falls. Dean drove the Impala with Castiel, while Bobby and I drove the van back.

I sat in the passenger seat, staring out into oblivion as day turned into the night while the rain pours down. A conflict building up deep inside me. A miniature bomb that wanted to explore all these emotions. I just wanted to bury myself in a hole and cry. Mourn for the loss of my best friend. These past six months I have spent by mourning. Mourning for my mom and sister, my friend Amber, and now for Sam. Yet I held the sobs in along with the tears no matter how much it hurts.

Only when it was my turn to drive did I shed a couple of tears.

If I go, I need you to promise me that you'll live your life? Sam's voice echoed in my head. You go back to college. You get your degree, and you be the best photographer out there. And you – you have girls' night and go meet some guy, go on a real date. You go live some normal, independent life, Sky.

Can I genuinely keep that promise? Can I go back to college without giving the impression I have just lost my best friend? The man I held strong feelings for? Sometimes I wonder if I am in love with Sam, just that the apocalypse situation blocking it. It doesn't matter now. Sam was gone. These feelings I hold will be nothing but a memory. Yet, I so desperately wanted them to be true. To have somebody who shares the same views and experiences with me.

Promise me.

"I'll try," I whispered.

As the tears continued to pour down.

.o0o.

Back at the salvage yard, Bobby, Dean, and I talked about what is to become of us. Castiel was long gone, back in heaven where he will resolve the angel situation. Dean made a promise to Sam. He was going back to Cicero, Indiana, to join Lisa and her son Ben. Try to attempt an American apple pie life. I will be going back to college soon. Summer courses are opening up, so I would be taking them. Bobby, he was going to continue the hunting life. He was in too deep to pull back now.

"Now, don't be afraid to call if some punk is hitting on you," Dean said to me.

I chuckled tiredly, "And you don't be afraid to contact me."

"Will do," Dean said as he gave me a hug.

I hugged Dean back. Who knows when the next time we will see each other in person? Days, weeks, months, or maybe years. All I know is that Dean is like an older brother. Somebody who I'll count on if things go crazy.

"Remember to go easy on the purple nurple," Dean teased.

I scoffed, punching him in the arm. "I prefer Jell-O shots."

Then it was Bobby's turn as the two had a quiet discussion. Once they were finished, they exchanged a hug before Dean said his final goodbyes. We stood there watching the Impala leaving the salvage yard, down the driveway, and onto the open road.

This was an end to all of our chapters.

Only the next page will be normalcy.

.o0o.

Chuck's POV

This is the last Dean and Bobby will see each other for a very long time. And even longer between Skylar and Dean. And, for the record, at this point next week, Bobby will be hunting a rugaru outside of Dayton. As for Skylar, ten months from now, she would've graduated from college and lived in Ohio working for Americana Magazine. But not, Dean. Dean didn't want Cass to save him. Every part of him, every fiber he's got, wants to die or find a way to bring Sam back. But he isn't gonna do either. Because he made a promise.

So, what's it all add up to? It's hard to say. But me, I'd say this was a test... for Sam and Dean. And I think they did all right. Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well... isn't that kinda the whole point?

No doubt - endings are hard. But then again... nothing ever really ends, does it?


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