Dean opens a beer and gulps it back. He puts the half empty bottle down next to three empty bottles. Sam frowns at his brother. When Dean is drinking heavily it is not a good sign. Sam knows his brother is drowning in guilt and rage. He is drinking hoping to forget, push the emotions away. However it didn't work for Dean the drink didn't have an effect on him. The foggy mind Dean hopes to achieve is instead filled with pain and sorrow.
Dean slumps on his chair looking more miserable than ever. He still hasn't said a word to the kid. Even small talk was a challenge to him.
Jack bounces on his seat with beer in his hand eagerly wanting to start his mission. The others however are not ready to come up with a plan to achieve such an impossible goal.
"I don't know Jack." Sam sighed. "I mean we don't even know where to start. Billie hasn't exactly told you how to stop...God."
"Sam has a point Jack." Castiel agreed.
"She said I will know."
"Do you?" Sam asks.
The nephilim shakes his head.
"No but..."
"So we're screwed." Dean muttered.
All eyes go on to the defeated Winchester. Dean huffs and plays with his bottle watching the liquid swirl inside.
"No we're not." Jack smiled. "I will kill him."
"How?" Dean raises his eyebrow. "How are you going to kill him Jack? Chuck is gone. He is probably elsewhere creating another world ready to make another version of us lives a misery."
"I will challenge him to fight me."
Dean scoffs.
"Snap of the fingers and you will be dead."
"I wasn't expecting it. This time I'll be ready."
"I don't think Chuck would bother coming down to earth just to fight you. He made it very clear this is the end." The hunter shrugs. "It is the end. Might as well make the most out of the time we got left."
Dean stands up and walks to his bedroom. Jack watches the hunter who he so desperately wants to impress leave the room.
The nephilim's face fell. He knew the Winchesters would be like this. He did kill their mom. Jack clung on to Billie's words hoping what she said that the brothers still love and care about him is true. Jack didn't get brought back to be a failure. He is supposed to be the Savior. He will prove to everyone that Billie did not make not a mistake.
Death had faith in Jack. He didn't want to disappoint her and let her down.
If he only he knew what to do?
So far Jack is stuck and he really needed help but with Dean who has given up, Sam becoming tense whenever Jack went near him and an overprotective Castiel who just wanted to keep Jack safe and away from a battle, Jack felt he had no one to turn to.
"I think its best if you get some rest." Castiel says to the younger hunter. "Its been a long day."
Sam looks at the nephilim not feeling comfortable to let his guard down.
"I will keep watch." Castiel ensured him.
Sam nods and stands up.
"You rest as well Cas...and Jack."
Sam looks into Jack's eyes. All Sam could see is two hollow sockets. Sam shudders at the memory and quickly leaves the room.
Jack frowns and looks at the floor.
"You got to give them time." Castiel says.
"I know." Jack sighed. "Billie said Dean cares about me. You all do. We all have a strong bond that God can't break. "
"She's right. The angel nodded. "Dean does love you. That's why he didn't shoot you. Despite what you did Dean couldn't bear the thought of living without you. He already lost his mom he didn't want to lose another loved one. Losing your soul that's on us we knew consequences yet we went ahead and did it. We should have noticed it sooner that your soul was gone." Castiel sighs. "I did have a bad feeling that something was wrong. If I told Sam and Dean from the beginning, maybe Mary would have lived."
"It's not your fault. You didn't want to worry them. Just like when you didn't want me to tell them about your deal."
Castiel closes his eyes at that. Being reminded of the deal made him feel sick. Jack's eyes widen realizing what he said.
"Your deal. How can I forget." The nephilim's face turns guilty. "When I was soulless, I couldn't feel. I wasn't worried about your deal and because I wasn't worried I must have forgotten. Castiel I am sorry."
"Don't be. My deal is not the problem right now."
"It is. When I defeat God and save the world, you will be happy. If you are happy..."
Jack tries to hold back tears that started to form. The thought of losing the angel who he has grown to love again terrified Jack. He couldn't live without Castiel. The nephilim couldn't live with the guilt for the rest of his life.
"You don't deserve to die." Jack says. "I do. I done bad things."
"We'll all done bad things Jack. I done things far worse than you. I am not proud of it. Between you and me I am the one who deserves to go."
"No." Jack choked back a sob. "You are needed."
"So are you."
"Sam and Dean need you more. They love you."
"They love you too." Castiel grabs on to Jack's hands. "Jack when my time comes do not save me."
"Castiel I have my powers back I can..."
"No." The angel shakes his head. "I don't want you putting your life at risk. You are needed here. Billie said you have a purpose."
"I can't do this without you."
"You can." Castiel smiled. "You have grown into a wonderful young man Jack. Your mother would be proud." Jack wanted to argue but the angel stops him. "Sam is right you should get some rest."
"I don't need to sleep."
Castiel looks at him to say that wasn't an option. Jack puts his beer down and goes to his bedroom.
Castiel sighs heavily and runs his hand down his face. The deal worried him. He didn't want to go to the Empty. It was horrible down there. Castiel would go if it meant Jack gets to live.
Castiel's deal is not the main concern right now. The angel pushes the deal to the back of his mind and focuses on their current problem.
To stop God.
Dean drops his bottle letting it roll on the ground. The effects from alcohol now starting to get to him. Making him drowsy.
He closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.
There was suddenly the sound of thunder followed by a flash of lighting.
Dean sits up straight startled by the noise. He looks up. Above him is dark grey clouds. He looks down and notices he is sitting on grass. Now confused the hunter stands up and looks round at his new surroundings.
He feels a hand go on his shoulder.
Dean turns round. His eyes widen as he looks at the long black gown, long wavy brown hair, the face, the eyes that were so enchanting his legs would turn jelly whenever he made eye contact.
"A...Amara." He stuttered. His expression shocked.
Amara's face softens as she sees his face. She smiles.
"Hello Dean."
"W...What?" Dean looks round at the grey atmosphere. "What are you doing here?"
Amara puts her hand on to his cheek. She rubs with her thumb. Dean looks back at her. He puts his hand on hers but doesn't force her off him.
Dean notices the concern in her eyes.
"I need to talk to you." She answers.
Her eyes meet his. Her stare sent a shiver down his spine. She lowers her hand to his chest where his heart is.
"I want to save you from my brother."
Amara is in the story now. She won't want Chuck to hurt her favorite human. I do plan on Amara visiting Michael's dreams as well :) that should be the next chapter. Those who are wondering about the Wayward Girls, Anael, John and Mary. I will get back to them. :)
Next chapter coming soon.