On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville - a blue two-door Caprice.

There was a big ceremony, speeches. The lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car - no, the most important object - in pretty much the whole universe.

She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends, he'd drive around giving Bibles to the poor "gettin' folks right for Judgment Day." That's what he said. Sam and Dean don't know any of this, but if they did, I bet they'd smile.

After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors, a used-car lot in Lawrence, where a young marine bought her on impulse. That is, after a little advice from a friend. I guess that's where this story begins.

And here's where it ends.

Sitting on the hood of the Impala, drinking a beer is Sam. Waiting for that ultimate decision to be made. "Hey." He greets as Dean joins him. "Dean what's going on?"

His brother takes a beer from the cooler by the Impala, taking a mouthful before replying. "I'm in."

"In with...?" The brother stalls, waiting for his missed words to be filled in.

"The whole 'up with Satan' thing. I'm on board."

Sam, looks at his brother, not believing that he could actually want to go through with this. Or, letting him go through with this. "You're gonna let me say yes?"

"No. That's the thing. It's not on me to let you do anything. You're a grown... We'll overgrown... Man. If this is what you want, I'll back your play." Those were the words Sam was waiting for. The words he wasn't expecting to hear. But did.

"That's the last thing I'd thought you'd ever say."

"Might be. I'm not gonna lie to you, though. It goes against every fibre I got. I mean, truth is... You know, watching out for you... it's kinda been my job, you know? But more than that, it's... it's kinda who I am. You're not a kid anymore, Sam, and I can't keep treating you like one. Maybe I got to grow up a little, too. I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But... But I do know that if anybody can do it... it's you." Dean's face wasn't it's usual image, no. It was filled with worry, and faith. He wasn't thinking of Annabell.

They all knew she may not even be able to do what she was meant to, so they were going to have to make sure it wasn't needed. That this, when it happened, was done right.

"Thank you."

Dean nodded, "If this is what you want... Is this what you really want?"

"I let him out. I got to put him back in."

"Okay. That's it then."

They both knew that there was more on Deans mind. That he would have much to say about the decisions that they made up to this point. But whatever he would have said, Sam knew it. The same way Dean knew Sam had to do this.

Later that day, bodies were hung over a devil's trap. Sam was wiping a blade clean of blood. Meanwhile Castiel screws the lid on some jugs and Dean stands nearby, watching the process. These weren't just people, they were demons. And the blood?

That was to help Sam contain Lucifer.

The jugs were carried to the Impala, placed in the trunk by the former angel and Sam. And Dean walks to Bobby.

"I still can't get use to you at eye level." The younger hunter states.

"So, was I right?" Bobby asked the younger.

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

"Did you get it?" Bobby was referring to the blood. Blood that enabled Sam to basically smite demons. As well as other stuff.

"Yeah, all the 'go juice' Sammy can drink." Dean, as always, looks a little off put by his brothers former addiction.

"You okay?"

"Not really. What you got?" Dean locks his eyes with the news paper in Bobbys possession.

Bobby begins to skim over a few sections again as he spoke, "Not really. These look like omens to you?" The older hunter hand Dean the paper, "Cyclone in Florida, temperature drop in Detroit, wildfires in L.A."

Something clicked in Dean's head. Something from not long ago when a certain angel sent him into the future to learn a lesson. Although it wasn't the one he wanted to teach, it sent them onto a different path. "Wait. What about Detroit?"

"Temp's dropped about 20 degrees, but that's only in a five block radius of downtown Motown." Bobby states, unclear as to what relevance it has to the fallen Arch-angel.

"That's the one. Devil's in Detroit." Dean states. Giving no tone to hint he could ever be wrong about this.

And sure enough, Bobby being Bobby speaks up. He doesn't want this to go sideways. "Really? As far as foreboding goes, its a little light in the loafers. You sure?"

"I'm sure."

What the brothers, Bobby and Castiel failed to notice, was the absence of Annabell. She hadn't been there at all during the day, nor had she been in the Salvage yard. The fact was, she left before Sam had woken. Before they all had.

She didn't leave a note, or anything. She had just vanished. And so had her car.

But with what they have looming overhead, they just let her go. They didn't try to call her, or leave a message. It was the end of the line for her. And she wouldn't see them again, or so they thought.

An impala drives down the road, night was blanketing the region and an angel was asleep. A hunter was driving that Impala, and beside him was the true vessel of Lucifer. So it's safe to say that in this car was none other than Sam and Dean Winchester, with their not so Angelic friend Castiel.

"Aw ain't he a little angel?" Dean teased from drivers seat.

This earned a glare from his younger brother. But this glare was waned with worry. "Angels don't sleep." He even looked back onto the sleeping form.

"Sam, I got a bad feeling about this." Dean was voicing the very thing that was eating him. Even if it was indirect.

"Well, you'd be nuts to have a good feeling about this." Sam reasoned, his attention now on his brother and the road ahead.

"You know what I mean. Detroit. He always said he'd jump your bones in Detroit."

"Here we are."

"Maybe this is him rolling out the red carpet, you know? Maybe he knows something we don't."

"Dean, I'm sure he knows a buttload we don't. We just gotta hope he doesn't know about the rings. Hey, um... On the subject, there's something I gotta talk to you about."

"What?" He glanced to his brother, knowing what was about to happen. But hoping against all odds to put the thought to the back of his mind, and to never worry about it till the time came.

"This thing goes our way and I...Triple Lindy into that box... y-you know I'm not coming back." Sam was watching his face, looking for the tell tale signs that would have given him away.

But he didn't have to wait for them, he didn't have to look. Because his brother knew. "Yeah, I'm aware."

"So you got to promise me something."

"Okay, yeah, anything."

"You got to promise not to try to bring me back."

If anything, that was a slap in the face. He was meant to protect his brother, to save him from anything like this. And this promise would go against another one he had made his father. One he intended on keeping, and has done so, until the very end. "What? No, I didn't sign up for that."

"Dean..." The younger Winchester was cut off before he could even begin to voice whatever reason, whatever debate he had conjured.

"Your hell is gonna make my tour look like Graceland. You want me to just sit by and do nothing?"

"Once the cage is shut, you can't go poking at it, Dean. It's to risky."

"No, no, no, no, no. As if I'm just gonna let you rot in there."

"Yeah, you are. As if I'm just gonna let you rot in there."

"Yeah, you are. You don't have a choice."

"You can't ask me to do this."

"I'm sorry, Dean. You have to."

"So then, what am I suppose to do?" He may not admit it. But he would never give up. He'd never lost that hope that his brother may be saved. Saved from the pit as he once had been.

"You go find Lisa. You pray to god she's dumb enough to take you in, and you - you have barbecues and go to football games. You go live some normal, apple-pie life, Dean. Promise me."

Dean may have not given any defined response, but he did, in his own way, promise his brother. And he knew, that if this did go south, no he hoped, that he wouldn't have to be in this life without his brother. Because without his brother... Well, it just wouldn't be the same.

It was a few hours since they made that promise. And they still hadn't heard from Annabell.

But they had found where Lucifer was holed up, and it wouldn't be long before Sam finally said yes. Before everything truly began.

And as Bobby walked back to where the boys and former angel were at the car, he was thinking of how it could go down. That their hopes were with Sam. "Demons, at least two dozen of them. You were right... Something's up."

But from Deans 'lesson' he knew what it was, or who. "More than something. He's here. I know it."

Bobby watches as Dean moves around to the trunk of the impala. But it's not long before he turns to Sam, "I'll se ya around, kid."

"See ya around." Sam doesn't say it, but Bobby was like a father to those two. But from the look on their faces, and the brief embrace they share. It doesn't need to be said.

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

"Yes, Sir." After that, Sam turns to the former Angel of the Lord, Castiel. And he hold out his hand. "Take care of these guys, okay?"

"That's not possible." Castiel replies with his usual goofy confused look.

"Then humour me."

"Oh. I was supposed to lie. Uh... Sure, they'll be fine."

"Just... Just stop... Talking." Sam found himself comforted by Castiels ineptness when it came to conversing. That even at this late hour, he hadn't changed as they had.

He moved to the Impalas trunk, as his brother had moments ago. But what he had to do was not all that was on his mind. It was also Anna. Where was she? And how was she were right on top of the list. But there was also some guilt there. But for what? He couldn't fathom.

So after drinking a few gallons of demons blood he and his brother marched right on up there to kick Lucifer back into his cage.

The Impala, of course, has all the things other cars have... and a few things they don't. But none of that stuff's important. This is the stuff that's important. The army man that Sam crammed in the ashtray - it's still stuck there. The Legos that Dean shoved into the vents - to this day, heat comes on and they can hear 'em rattle. These are the things that make the car theirs - really theirs. Even when Dean rebuilt her from the ground up, he made sure all these little things stayed, 'cause it's the blemishes that make her beautiful. The Devil doesn't know or care what kind of car the boys drive.

The vessel Lucifer currently inhabits, is about Deans height with blue eyes. And currently, he's standing by the window breathing onto it after welcoming the brothers. Drawing a pitchfork in the frost that caked the window.

But what you're truly wondering about is probably what happened to Annabell. And where she has been. Where she is.

To give you the short answer, she is safe. But the one you probably want may never be answered.

A few hours from the Singers Salvage Yard, in a dingy motel room, Annabell sits watching the T.V. Not interested in what's going on, just watching the news. Waiting for any sign the final battle had begun. But it hadn't, not yet.

But she knew it would be immanent. He was going to say yes today. And whatever happened, she knew that she would never see Sam again, or if she did, it wouldn't be the man she knew.

So she just sat, waiting for any sign that they had won. That Lucifer was indeed back in his cage. That Gabriel had been right and the rings worked.

Annabell had been thinking about this during her time away from them all. Worrying about all the family she had left. The little family that had taken her in, that had kept her hidden away from all the disasters of the Apocalypse. Disasters that would only grow worse with time.

She had this sinking feeling. A deep pit that just kept dropping down and down.

By now, she had realised they failed in their attempt. But Dean wouldn't give in easily, anyone who knew the Winchester would know that.

But what the archangels didn't know, was that he would go to any lengths to save his brother.

So even as Annabell sat there watching. Waiting for this feeling to just leave her, it didn't. It just sat there like a wreathing mess, etching away at her mind, wanting to move. To do something.

Somehow she knew that it wasn't a goodbye, when she left. That she would see the brothers one last time. Even if it was in the afterlife. But she knew better than to think that, but she still did.

Dean being Dean called on the only one he knew could tell him where Sam would be. He wouldn't give up on him.

In between jobs, Sam and Dean would sometimes get a day - sometimes a week, if they were lucky. They'd pass the time lining their pockets. Sam used to insist on honest work, but now he hustles pool, like his brother. They could go anywhere and do anything. They drove 1,000 miles for an Ozzy show, two days for a Jayhawks game. And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars... for hours... without saying a word. It never occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls... But they were never, in fact, homeless.

"Mistress Magda?" Chuck asks as he picks up the phone.

"Uh, no, Chuck." The gruff voiced Dean says, like he witnessed something truly disgusting.

"Oh, uh, Dean. Uh, wow. I, uh, I didn't know you'd call." Which for chuck was something in itself, he was after all meant to be the prophet.

"Who's Mistress Magda?"

"Nothing. She's a, uh... Just a, uh... A close friend." Chuck rushed like he's been caught red-handed, covering an add as he spoke.

"Yeah, I'll bet... Real close. Whatever happened to Becky?" Says Dean knowingly.

"Didn't work out. I had to much respect for her."

"Boy, you really got a whole virgin/hooker thing going on, don't you?"

"Okay, this can't be why you called." Chuck cuts to the chase, knowing fully well Deans dancing around the topic at hand.

"Sam said yes."

"I know. I saw it. I'm just working on the pages now." Chucks eyes glance over the screen, pondering many things.

"Did you see where the title fight goes down?" A new hope lifts Dean up, even if it is momentary.

"The angels are keeping it top secret... Very hush-hush."

"Aw crap."

"But I saw it anyway. Perks of being a prophet. It's tomorrow, high noon... Place called Stull Cemetery."

"Stull Ceme... Wait. I know that. That's - that's an old boneyard outside of Lawrence. Why Lawrence?" Surprise laces Deans voice.

"I don't know. It has to end where it all started I guess."

"All right, Chuck. You know of any way to short-circuit this thing?" But Dean already knows the way to do so, the one who would be able to. But he doesn't want to put her any deeper into things.

"Besides the rings? No, I'm sorry." Chuck sighs, if he knew anything about how Anna was meant to stop it, or if he had seen it. He would have let Dean know. But he hadn't, so, there was nothing to say or do.

"Well, do you have any idea what's going to happen next?"

"I wish that I did. But I-I Just... I honestly don't know yet."

"Alright, thanks Chuck."

Stull Cemetery, Lawrence was about as normal as it get when it comes to cemetery's. Well, apart from the fact that it was where Michael and Lucifer were destined to have their dust-off.

So as the Impala rolls down the dirt road into the dead center, with 'Rock of Ages' by Def Leppard, blasting through the speakers, and stops just shy of the two.

Dean leaves the Impalas safety, if it provided any, and greeted Lucifer, who was now in Sams body, and Michael, who was now inhabiting the Winchesters half-brother, Adam. "Howdy, boys." He looks between the two. Un-phased in the slightest. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?"

The two just look at him, wondering at what they would call stupidity. But to Dean, it was something else. It was his last chance at saving Sam. So, he looked at his would-be brother, and spoke. "Hey, we need to talk."

"Dean. Even for you, this is a whole new mountain of stupid." Not-Sam said, addressing the offending man.

And Dean would know if it was his brother, even if they looked the same. Just from the little things. Things that truly made Sam, Sam. "I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Sam."

"You're no longer the vessel, Dean. You got no right to be here." Not-Adam interrupted, wanting things to go ahead as planned. So he could fight, and kill, his brother. Something Dean would never have wanted.

Dean now faced Michael, seeing only Adam. And wishing he could have known him. "Adam, if you're in there somewhere, I am so sorry."

"Adam isn't home right now."

"Well, then you're next on my list, buttercup. But right now, I need five minutes with him." Dean gestured to the other brother.

But the angel being who he is, well, he was just offended. Being brushed aside like he was something Dean would hunt. "You little maggot. You are no longer a part of this story."

"Hey, ass-butt!" Castiel and Bobby had managed to sneak-up on the trio while Dean had kept the angels busy. After all, who'd be crazy enough to get in the middle of those two? But Cass doesn't stop with the not-so-glorious insult. He throws a Molotov at Michael. But it isn't an ordinary Molotov, it's filled with holy oil.

So as it hit and engulfed the arch-angel, well, you could say it hurt like a bitch. He screamed before vanishing. Leaving them with Lucifer.

Dean looks at Castiel, ridiculing the remark. " 'Ass-butt'?"

"He'll be back... And upset... But you got your five minutes." Castiel explains, shrugging at Dean.

Not-Sam seethes, he didn't want anyone to hurt his brother. No one but himself that is. "Castiel, did you just Molotov my brother with holy fire?"

"Uh... No." Came the nervous reply of Castiel. Who wouldn't be nervous with that look?

"No one dicks with Michael but me." Lucifer states, snapping his fingers and watching as Castiel explodes in a rain of blood.

"Sammy can you hear me?" Dean now directs the wrath of the archangel somewhere else. Even if it was to late to save Cass, he had to try save everyone else now. Even if it meant not seeing his brother again. He had to get through to him.

"You know... I tried to be nice... For Sammy's sake. But you... Are such a pain... In my ass." Not-Sam hisses, he grabs Dean, throwing him into the Impalas windshield, shattering it. If it were any other circumstance, Dean would have been furious. His car was damaged. But some things are more important.

Bobby took the chance to shoot Lucifer, but it done nothing. He knew it would. But he had to try. He had to save Dean, to give him some more time. To give Sam more time. But all it got the hunter was Not-Sam's attention, and as the latter twisted his fingers all Dean was left with was his Impala and Sammy.

"N-o-o-o-o!" Sam could hear the dread, the sorrow that was laced in there. And he was doing everything he could, but it still wasn't enough.

"Yes." Not-Sam stated. A strange glee was in his face. He proceeded to drag Dean off of the Impala, only to punch him right back onto there. Watching him spit blood.

"Sammy, are you in there?"

"Oh, he's in here, alright." Another punch. "And he's gonna fell the snap of your bones." And another, this one causing Dean to fall to the ground. "Every single one." Now he gets him to his feet. And he continues to punch him, but by now, they're around the side of the Impala.

Deans face is swollen and bleeding, but he never fights back. He just looks into his brothers eyes, grasping onto his jacket. "Sam, it's okay. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here. I'm not gonna leave you." Even after the beating he's taken, he manages to speak clearly. And he's punched another two times. "I'm not gonna leave you."

Even as Not-Sam drew back for another punch, but the sunlight catches him in the eye. He looks at the reflection, and he's sees the green army-man stuck in the ash-tray. The very same one that Sam stuck in there as a kid.

And as if he were in a daze, struggling against all odds to do something, his fist un-clenches. And Dean knows, he knows that Sam's really back. That through everything, he remembered. Even the little-things helped.

Dean falls to the ground, against the Impala. But that look that was haunting Sam features, that let him know everything was gonna be fine, it's gone. And he laughs. "I thought he had me for a second there."

"Sam..." His pleads were cut short by another punch from Not-Sam.

Michael had appeared. And they would fight. He failed. But not that he would know. He had done all he could, and now he couldn't see or do anything. He himself didn't yet know if he was just knocked out or dead.

But he did hear one discernible thing in the darkness. "DEAN!"

"DEAN!" I screamed, He couldn't be. I watched as Sam, no Lucifer punched him. As he was, knocked out. And there was... Oh god, Bobby.

And by now the arch-angels were facing me. Looking more alarmed than they should. How was this meant to go anyhow? They nuke half the planet, or I somehow stop it. But right now all I knew was I was meant to be here. But I couldn't move, nor could I think.

And, the one I'm assuming as Michael looks like a deer caught in headlights. But that's when Lucifer took his chance, and before I knew it, the elder had light pouring from his sockets and was on the ground. Scorched wing marks on the ground about him.

It was over. Well, just beginning. The world didn't burn how they intended it to. But, in an entirely different way, it would end.

Sam, Not-Sam, took one last look at me before vanishing. And I raced over to Dean, there had to be a pulse. "No-no-no-no..." I muttered, I couldn't find one. He was... He was gone.

So was Bobby, guessing by the angle of his head. And... Cass, he wasn't anywhere. And there was stuff everywh... Oh gods! I was the only one...

They were gone. All gone...

Did I say this is where it ends? Well, obviously it didn't. I am Chuck Shurley, and the Winchester Gospels sure did get messy.