CHAPTER SIXTY: Shit Storm

Sam wasn't sure what he had been expecting. Maybe it was intense pain, or an overwhelming feeling that he was suffocating as Lucifer took over his body, but it certainly wasn't this.

He felt nothing.

He remembers seeing the grief-stricken look Jo had managed to shoot him even in her weakened state and her only having the strength to mouth the word 'no'.

It was funny really, how fast Satan had showed up. He had barely finished saying 'yes' before Lucifer was strolling in with a shit-eating grin on his face as he clapped his hands together with readiness.

There was a brief thought in his head telling Sam that he had made the wrong decision as the devil took one last step closer to him. But, as he flicked his gaze for a final look at Jo, all doubt washed from his mind.

There was a blinding white light and a high-pitched screech that made Sam want to cover his ears. But there was no need because as soon as it had started, it was over.

As the former demon looked around, he could tell that where he was, wasn't real. For one, he was standing in the middle of a field next to the Impala. Second, he knew Lucifer had just possessed him. So what was this?

He looked around, taking in the large clearing he seemed to be in that was surrounded with trees. The night sky shined brightly, stars dotting the cloudless evening.

He quickly spun around when he heard the familiar creak of the Impala's car door opening and shutting, his breath catching in his throat as the last person he thought he would see climbed out.

"Ready Sammy?" Dean said with a warm smile as he gestured with the huge box of fireworks Sam just noticed he was carrying. His brother looked much younger, like he was maybe sixteen. His jaw was less sharp and his gaze not as hardened as he began to set up the multiple sets of fireworks.

It was then that Sam realized this was one of his memories.

As his brother quickly took out a lighter and started setting off fireworks, the former demon was too busy trying to figure out what Lucifer's angle here was to focus on Dean. It was obvious he had him in a dream state, but why? So he didn't have to watch the horrific things the devil was going to use his body for?

Sam thought that sounded too merciful for the devil.

Whatever the reasoning behind it was, the youngest Winchester found it unnerving. The thought of him having no idea what Satan could be doing while riding around in his skin made him feel uneasy. He wouldn't ever know if Lucifer kept his end of the bargain and saved Jo.

…

The room started trembling.

Dean vaguely recalls hearing his mom screaming his name as John tried to wrestle himself from the angels restraining him, being sure to yell every obscenity in the book as he did so.

He remembers looking at Raphael's and Zachariah's smug looks and wondering if he had made a mistake. The way they were smiling made him feel like he missed something, almost as if they knew something he didn't.

But, Dean didn't have time to dwell on that as a high pitched ringing caused him to cry out, the demon squeezing his eyes shut as a pain-staking bright light encompassed the room.

All of a sudden he was tied to a chair with a gag in his mouth in what appeared to be a four by four foot glass box. The top extended to as far as he could see and the floors and ceilings of the room he seemed to be in were a blinding white.

He was breathing hard as he tried to figure out what was going on. He was pretty sure Michael had just possessed him, hadn't he? Dean was just starting to panic as the idea that he had no clue what was going on set in.

And then he heard the laughter.

…

Jo remembers watching Sam walk out of the room. Or was it Lucifer possessing Sam? She wasn't entirely sure, everything was starting to blend together at this point. Although the one thing she was sure about was the fact that Sam was gone and nobody had stayed behind to save her.

They had left her there to rot.

Oddly enough, she was okay with that. Not that she was necessarily ready to die and willing to, but she accepted her fate because it wasn't going to do a damn bit of good to sit there and cry about it.

Her abdomen had gone numb about five minutes ago which she assumed was not a good sign. She gingerly adjusted her sitting position so she was up a little higher on the wall in hopes of giving her arms a little relief. The blond glanced down at her stomach and saw that whenever she exhaled, more blood seeped out of the nasty wound that was sure to be the death of her.

Jo closed her eyes and willed death to come sooner rather than later. Anything was better than sitting there, the distant screams of tortured souls ringing through her bones. As she sat there, she couldn't help herself from thinking about her mom and how her death was going to crush her. But there was nothing she could do about it. All she could do was hope that Ellen would find a way to keep going.

The sound of the door creaking open didn't even register in Jo's mind nor did the arms that lifted her up off the cold, cement ground.

…

Michael flexed his true vessel's hands, getting comfortable in the new skin before bringing his triumphant gaze to Raphael and Zachariah. "It sure is a mess in here." The Archangel spoke, referring to all the thoughts, memories, and feelings floating around in Dean's head.

Raphael smirked before clasping his hands together. "He is a demon. What more would you expect?"

"It's interesting though." Michael began, taking a step towards Mary and John. "Your son is the most… how do I put this? Most human demon I've ever seen." He stated, seeming perplexed as he continued. "In all my millennia of existing, I've never encountered a demon with a soul like Dean Winchester's."

John had to wince at that. It was strange to listen to Michael speak about Dean when he was using his son's voice. "How can you even call yourselves angels?" The oldest Winchester spat, hate-filled eyes boring into the bastard possessing his son. "You're supposed to merciful! Good! But instead you're nothing but a bunch of winged dicks."

Instead of lashing out, Michael just chuckled before smiling with amusement. "Do you not remember what exactly your son is?" He paused as if he was waiting for John to reply. When he didn't, he rolled Dean's green eyes and continued. "He's a demon, John Winchester. Last time I checked, angels and demons don't get along. The species of abominations your sons are a part of are nothing but filth and sin. This is how Dean Winchester will repent for all his wrong-doings on this planet."

"I wouldn't be so sure, Michael." The Archangel turned his gaze to the only woman in the room who was staring at him with pitch black eyes. "Don't underestimate my son. If I were you, I wouldn't get too comfy in there." She warned, anger coming off of her in waves.

A sly grin tugged at Michael's lips before he turned towards Raphael. "Let's see if she has the same opinion in Heaven's prison."

The two angel's restraining Mary started to drag her from the room before John began fighting. "Leave her alone! Take me instead!" He pleaded, his eyes growing desperate.

"I can easily defend the idea of keeping a demon locked in Heaven's prison. It would be difficult to try to explain my reasoning behind keeping a mere human locked away." Michael said reasonably, glancing briefly between the couple. "Now, I'm giving you a chance. I will allow you, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, and even Castiel to all leave here unharmed. But, if and only if, you stop fighting and promise not to get in my way."

"And if I refuse?" The oldest Winchester countered confidently, cowering slightly when Michael was suddenly nose to nose with him.

"Then I will rip you a part piece by piece and make Dean watch every second of it." His voice was low and dangerous as he spoke each word pointedly, causing shivers to run down John's spine.

He couldn't help but think back when he had first met Dean, how his voice had been just like that. It caused a pit to form in his stomach at the thought of never getting a chance to tell his son how sorry he was for everything; for abandoning him, his brother and Mary, for not tracking them down sooner, for not saving him from going to Hell, and now this.

After swallowing loudly and with a feeble nod, John backed away.

With a triumphant smirk, Michael snapped his fingers.

…..

"Lord Lucifer, what are we going to do about the girl?" Matt asked as they walked out of the room they had been keeping Sam Winchester in.

Satan chuckled before eyeing the young demon before him with pity as they continued down the stone hallway. "Absolutely nothing. You think I would waste any of my precious time to save Jo Harvelle?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "I've got Sam locked away in a dream so he will have no idea if I stick to my word or not."

Matt just nodded, feeling as if that could come back and bite Lucifer in the ass. But, he wasn't stupid enough to voice his worry. So, instead, "Michael will be in for quite the surprise. If he thinks he has any chance of defeating you when you have your true vessel and he doesn't-"

Lucifer cut him off with a glare. "Dean Winchester said yes. I felt it. Just as I am sure Michael felt it when Sam said yes to me. The pieces our falling into place and the Apocalypse will be happening." He stated with excitement written all over his face.

"Aren't you concerned at all that you won't win?" Matt questioned before he thought better of himself.

Instead of punishing the young demon for his incompetence, which is what Lucifer really wanted to do, he just took a deep breath and smirked slyly. "My brother is powerful, I'll give him that. But I doubt he is smart enough to put Dean in a dream like I've done with Sam. He's going to let that demon watch everything and when he does, I bet Dean Winchester will be able to overpower my brother. Hell, I'm counting on it." He confessed, coming to a stop at the end of the corridor. "Now, do me a favor, and get ready for my signal."

…

John, Bobby, Ellen, and Castiel all appeared in the Bunker's library.

"What in the sam hell-" The baseball capped hunter began to curse, having just been running down Heaven's hallways a moment before.

"That son of a bitch…" John muttered as he looked around right before Allison and Tim ran in after hearing the commotion.

"Are you guys okay?" Tim asked as the pair approached the group. The bunker had been completely empty for the past week and the couple had started to get worried.

"I don't understand. We were just in Heaven a moment ago." Castiel stated, his eyebrows crunching up in thought. "What happened?"

"Michael happened. He possessed Dean and locked Mary up in Heaven's prison before zapping all of us back here." The oldest Winchester said with aggravation as he ran a rough hand down his ragged face.

"Dean said yes?" Cas asked fearfully, his face falling when John just nodded. "This is my fault. I shouldn't have asked for Dean's help with Raphael." He chastised himself, regret being reflected on his features.

How could Castiel be so stupid? He knew it was dangerous to bring Dean with him but he did it anyway because he needed help. And now? His friend was paying for his mistake.

"We can't sit here and play the blame game. We need a plan." Bobby reminded, trying to remain level-headed.

Before the brain storming could even begin, Ellen's phone started to ring.

The group all shared worried-filled glances as the brunette carefully dug her phone out of her pocket before looking at the caller ID with puzzlement. "It's a Kansas area code but I don't recognize the number." With only a moment of slight hesitation, she answered and placed it carefully by her ear. Everyone was dead silent as they listened to the one sided conversation. "Yes, that's me… Oh my god, what happened?... Yes… I'm on my way."

John barely had the beginning of his question out before Ellen was hanging up the phone. "It's Jo." She breathed, still in disbelief. "That was the Lawrence Hospital… she was admitted a couple hours ago and they just ID'd her and found her emergency contacts." She paused as she bit her lip, trying to compose herself before continuing. "They said they took her into surgery and she hasn't woken up yet."

Bobby could tell that the older Harvelle was on the brink of tears so he gingerly stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Ellen, listen to me. Jo will be alright. Castiel can heal her, right?" He turned towards the angel who nodded vigorously. "Go pack a bag, get Jo some clean clothes, and we'll head out."

She nodded softly, smiling appreciatively at the baseball capped hunter before heading to her daughter's room.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Allison asked gently, feeling helpless in the situation as she tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear.

John nodded to himself, as if he had just decided something. "You, Tim and I will stay here and see if we can dig up anything powerful enough to take down archangels." He began before drawing his attention to Cas. "You are going to take Bobby and Ellen to Jo and you are going to save her." He said sternly, the thought of losing somebody else today just unbearable.

"Of course. I'd be happy to do it." The angel answered, smiling ever so slightly.

A few minutes later, Ellen had returned with a bag and they were gone.

"Where should we start?" Allison asked as soon as the group had left, eager to help in any way she could.

John was about to start delegating when there was a knock at the door.

Everybody's blood ran cold, the last time there had been someone at the door, it had ended up being Lucifer.

The older Winchester gestured for Tim and Allison to go into the library, a good distance from the door, before he made his way up the staircase with the gun he pulled him his waistband at the ready.

It was moments like these that made John highly consider installing a peep hole into the door.

With a deep breath, he opened the door and immediately relaxed as he took in the familiar person that was standing at their doorstep.

"'Bout time you chuckleheads opened up."

The newcomer quickly pushed himself inside the bunker, unwrapping a sucker as he descended the stairs.

"John, who is this?" Tim asked cautiously as the stranger approached them, the lollipop now in his mouth.

The oldest Winchester exhaled loudly. "Tim, Allison, this is Loki. He's gonna help us fix everything."

…

Dean was looking around the room frantically, trying to find the source of the laughter as it continued to reverberate off the walls, when suddenly it wasn't the room he was seeing, but himself in a mirror.

At first he was confused, he saw himself grinning smugly, but it was almost as if he was in the mirror looking at his body standing there in a gas station bathroom. He was wearing the same plaid button up Dean had been wearing before Michael jumped his skin.

"Dean, I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth for a few moments. Please try and refrain from saying anything too ignorant while I grant you permission to speak." Michael said pointedly with a hint of arrogance underlying his tone.

Dean finally got what this was. Michael was allowing him to see through his own eyes. If that wasn't the most infuriating thing ever, the middle Winchester didn't know what was.

Michael simply blinked and the imaginary gag that had been prohibiting the demon from talking was gone. "What the hell is this?" Dean spat, tugging at the ropes binding his wrists and ankles.

The archangel rolled his, Dean's, eyes and crossed his arms. "This, Dean Winchester, is me allowing you to see everything." He stated slowly, pausing briefly. "You and I are going to be spending a lot of time together and instead of locking you away in a blissful dream, I've decided I'm going to let you watch."

The demon's eyes widened incredulously, knowing full well what Michael planned on doing while he was wearing Dean.

"Yes, that means I'm going to let you watch me kill your brother and whoever else gets in the way. Who knows, maybe I'll kill daddy dearest while I'm at it because I have a feeling he's going to interfere." Michael let his words sink in, making sure Dean had time to fully process everything before he continued. "You'll be awake for all of it Dean, and I hope you're ready."

The impact of Michael's words hit him like a ton of bricks. If what the archangel had said was true, that meant Sam had said yes.

Dean mentally cursed himself for being so stupid. The main reason he said yes was to prevent Sam from having to do it and he had failed. If only he had just given in and said it sooner, none of this would've happened.

The middle Winchester wasn't even granted the time to speak because just as quickly as the figurative gag was removed, it was placed back on. This left Dean with the option of uselessly trying to yell but instead his words came out as muffed complaints that he was sure Michael couldn't understand.

All Dean could do was watch helplessly as the bastard took him and his body outside the bathroom. The demon didn't have a doubt in his mind that Michael was on his way to kill his little brother.

…

Ellen didn't even look back to see if Bobby and Castiel were following her. She had one thing on her mind at the moment and that was all she cared about.

She hurried up to the front desk and practically yelled who she was and that she wanted to see her daughter. Although the nurse seemed flustered and a little terrified, she managed to find Jo's room number and direct the distraught mother to her.

Ellen might as well have ran down the hallway and up the stairs, not having the patience to wait on the elevator to ascend three floors. By the time she got to room 404, she was out of breath.

The older Harvelle had her hand on the door knob and abruptly stopped. She needed to give her brain a moment to catch up. Jo is okay, alive and okay. She repeated that mantra in her head three more times before finally opening the door, only slightly hearing the sound of footsteps coming from down the hall.

Ellen was stopped in her tracks as she saw her daughter lying completely still on the bed wearing one of those hideous hospital gowns. As the mother got closer, she noticed the only movement was the slight rise and fall of her daughter's chest.

Jo didn't look good. Her skin had paled to almost as white as the sheets she was lying on top of, she had harsh bruises around her wrists where she must've been restrained along with a dark purple bruise on her cheekbone. There was a tube sticking out of her throat to help her breath and she had an IV in her arm along with other machines that were connected to the thin blonde.

Ellen felt her knees start to go weak so she quickly brought up a chair closer to Jo's side where she could sit and hold her hand that was cold to the touch.

She faintly heard the door open and turned her head slightly to see it was just Castiel and Bobby. The small click told her that one of them had locked the door so they wouldn't be interrupted.

"Take the tube out." The angel ordered gently, knowing that when he healed Jo, she would start to choke on the thing helping her breath.

Ellen couldn't make herself do it so Bobby stepped forward and removed it carefully.

Castiel glanced between the pair, making sure the two were ready, before approaching the bed and laying a hand on Jo's forehead.

Ellen watched as nothing appeared to happen, worry just beginning to flood her senses before she saw Jo's eyes fly open.

The young blonde sat straight up in bed, gulping in air as she looked around frantically. "What the- how did I get here?" She asked, her eyes flicking to each person in the room.

Ellen stood up and embraced her daughter who still seemed to be in a state of shock. "It's okay, Jo. Everything's okay." She soothed, planting a kiss on the top of Jo's head.

After the young hunter had caught her breath and seemed to have figured out the situation, she shook her head. "I was dying. I was in Hell and I was dying. How did I end up here?" She asked, completely dumbfounded and a little frightened by the unknown.

"What happened?" Bobby asked carefully, seeming suspicious about the fact Jo didn't know how she got to be in the hospital.

The blonde squeezed her eyes shut as she began rubbing her temples, feeling a headache starting. "Sam, Dean and I had been working a case and then Castiel came and asked for Dean's help." She glanced briefly at the angel who quickly averted guilt-ridden eyes to the floor. "And um, Sam I were in our motel room and got jumped by demons. The next thing I know, we're in Hell." She paused, grabbing the cup of water from Ellen who had gotten it for her while she had been talking. After a few sips, she continued. "I didn't know what they were doing at first, but the way Sam watched that demon come towards him, it seemed like he knew…" She trailed off, memories flooding back.

"What did they do, Jo?" Castiel stated, not liking the way she talked about whatever had happened.

The blonde looked up and met the angel's eyes and let out a shuddering breath. "They cured him."

The room was dead silent to where you could hear a pin drop. Jo was pretty sure she heard Cas mutter profanity under his breath but wasn't sure.

"Then what?" Bobby urged, sensing Jo's hesitation.

"It took so long the demon, Matt, had to wait an hour between each injection but after the third one, Matt decided to stab me in the stomach." She felt Ellen's grip on her hand tighten instantly and the blonde promptly placed her other hand on top of her mother's. "After that, things continued the same with more injections until it was all over. Sam was human." She exhaled loudly, still not completely believing it. "The last thing I remember is him saying yes and then walking out of the room."

"That still doesn't explain how you got here." Ellen reminded, her brows scrunching in thought. "Do you think it was Matt?"

Jo scoffed bitterly and then shook her head. "I'm positive. Even though they had promised Sam they would save me if he said yes, I know it wasn't Matt or Lucifer who did it."

"Right now I think our main concern is to get out of here before a nurse comes in." Castiel stated before stepping forward and placing one palm on Bobby's shoulder, the other on Jo's knee.

The group had only been gone a moment before a nurse started banging on the still locked door.

…

TBC

Guys, I'm awful and I know. It has been months since I've updated but things have just been crazy. But, here is yet another chapter that I hope you enjoy enough that you want to leave me a review. Also, I'm thinking there is only going to be two more updates for this story. The next chapter will technically be the final one, wrapping up the Apocalypse and then the update after that will be an epilogue. That is, unless I get a stroke of genius that will cause me to want to keep this going but I think it might be time guys. I'll let you know at the end of the next chapter what I'm going to do but I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me through this and the random spaces of time between updates and leaving reviews and reading. It means a lot. Have a great weekend.