When the Levee Breaks
Just when they didn't think things could get worse, they did. A battle between the angels occurred and Cas left his vessel, Jimmy. They traveled back to his home so he could see his family, but they parted again and Cas returned to his vessel. The bad part is, a few demons were killed in the process and everyone finally got a glimpse of Sam's reaction around the blood. He fed from them, blood covered his mouth. They casually lured him to Bobby's and locked him up in the panic room. It was time for an intervention.
Dean opened the small, rectangular door that allowed him to talk to Sam.
"Okay. Let me out. This is not funny," Sam begged.
"Damn straight," Dean said in a stern voice.
"Dean. Come on. This is crazy."
"No. Not until you dry out."
"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you. Just open the door."
"You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. It's not your fault that you lied to us over and over again. I get it now. You couldn't help it," Dean's sarcasm was obvious.
"I'm not some junkie," Sam raised his voice.
"Really? I guess I've just imagined how strung out you've been lately."
"You're actually trying to twist this into some kind of ridiculous drug intervention?"
"If it smells like a duck." Adonia and Genna stood by Dean during the argument. They gave him a confused look for his poor phrase.
"Guys, I'm not drinking the demon blood for kicks. I'm getting strong enough to kill Lilith."
"Strong," Adonia questioned.
"Yeah."
"This is about as far away from strong as you can get. Try weak. Try desperate. Pathetic," Adonia had enough.
"Killing Lilith is what matters. Or are you so busy being self-righteous you forgot about her?" Adonia stepped closer to the door.
"Oh, Lilith's gonna die. Bobby and the rest of us will kill her. But not with you."
"You're not serious."
"Congrats, Sam. You just bought yourself a benchwarmer seat to the apocalypse."
"Addie, look- No. Wait," Sam called out, but Adonia stepped back. Dean got another look at his suffering brother before he closed the door and they walked away with sorrow.
"Come back here," Sam pounded on the door, "Dean! Let me out of here! Addie! Genna! Let me out!"
The hunters stood and sat in Bobby's living room, pondering, listening to Sam screaming from below. He was hallucinating that he was being tortured by Alastair. Bobby handed Dean a drink and poured himself one. Adonia and Genna passed on the offer. Dean sighed.
"How long is this gonna go on," Dean asked as the screaming continued.
"Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh wait. No one ever wrote one. No telling how long it'll take. Hell, or if Sam will even live through it." Bobby's phone rang.
"Hello. ...Suck dirt and die, Rufus. You call me again, I'll kill you.," he hung up.
"What's up with Rufus," Genna asked.
"He knows." His phone rang again.
"I'm busy, you son of a bitch. This better be important." Bobby looked up at the trio with a shocked expression.
Bobby soon got off the fun and printed out some papers.
"What's the news," Dean asked.
"The news. The news ain't good," he handed Dean the papers. Genna and Adonia read beside him.
"This is what Rufus called about? 'Key West sees ten species go extinct'," Adonia asked.
"Yep. Plus Alaska. Fifteen-man fishing crew all stricken blind, cause unknown. New York, teacher goes postal, locks the door, kills exactly sixty-six kids. All this in a single day. I looked them up. There's no doubt about it. They're all seals. Breaking. Fast."
"How many are left," Dean asked.
"How knows? Can't be many. Where the hell are your angel pals?"
"You tell me," Dean tossed the papers on the desk and walked away.
"I'm just wondering," Adonia said looking off in thought.
"What," he turned back around.
"The apocalypse being nigh and all...is now really the best time to be having this little domestic drama of ours?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't like this any more than you do, but Sam can kill demons. He's got a shot at stopping Armageddon."
"So what? Sacrifice Sam's life, his soul, for the greater good? Is that what you're saying? Times are bad, so let's use Sam as a nuclear warhead?" Dean stood in front of her.
"Look, I know you hate me for suggesting it. I hate me for suggesting it. I love him more than you know. All I'm saying is maybe he's here right now instead of on the battlefield because we love him too much." Dean looked at her, in thought. Trying to avoid admitting she was right.
Genna stood outside with no sounds but the crickets and her feet pacing the gravel. It was dark, but Bobby's outdoor lighting helped a little. She slapped her hands against her legs in defeat. She heard a subtle noise and turned.
"Well, it's about time. I've been screaming myself hoarse our here for about two and a half hours now."
"What do you want," Castiel asked. He stood against red scaffolding in his beige trench coat and black suit, hands in his coat pockets.
"You can start with what the hell happened in Illinois." Cas came to her in a dream the night before the battle. He asked her to meet him in the warehouse.
"What do you mean," he asked as he stepped closer to her.
"Cut the crap. You were going to tell me something."
"Well, nothing on import." His tone and mood seemed different, less human.
"You got your ass kicked in heaven and it's not of import?"
"Genna. I can't. I'm sorry," he looked scared and walked away, "get to the reason why you really called me. It's about Sam, right?"
"Can he do it? Kill Lilith, stop apocalypse," she talked to his back.
"Possibly, yes. But as you know, he'd have to take certain steps." He now faced her.
"What? Give him more demon blood?"
"Consuming the amount of blood it would take to kill Lilith would change him forever. Most likely, he would become the next creature that you would feel compelled to kill. There's no reason this would have to come to pass, Genna. We believe it's Dean, not Sam. The only question for us is whether he's willing to accept it. Stand up and accept his role. He is the one who will stop it." Cas stood before her and the little light that filled the barn showed his blue eyes. She tried to ignore it.
"If he does this... Sam doesn't have to?"
"If it gives him comfort to see it that way."
"God, you're a dick these days," Genna commented. She turned her back on him and sighed.
"Fine. I'll do it. I'll convince him."
"You know what you need to say to him-" Genna walked over to him.
"Yes, yes. 'You give yourself over wholly to the service of God and his angels', etc, etc. I remember the speech. Then what?"
"Now you wait and we will call him when it's time." Genna knew he was going to disappear.
"Cas, wait." He looked at her, waiting.
"We'll have to talk about this soon. After what I did...now that I remember-"
"We have nothing to discuss," he said quickly. She exhaled and turned a slight shade of red.
"Once a coward, always a coward. You clearly care about the Winchester's. That's called emotion. But as always, something changed you and you're trying not to make it personal. I took that leap, Cas, and I don't regret a damn thing. The only thing I regret is that you still haven't changed after all these years." Cas looked disappointed. After standing in silence, Genna scoffed.
"Thanks," she said and walked away.
The following morning, Genna spoke to Dean and after some convincing, he made the promise. Adonia stood by the hallway and listened to Sam, still screaming. It was breaking her. All they did was stand around.
"Now, Correct me if I'm wrong, but you willingly signed up to be the angels' bitch," Bobby asked, breaking the silence. Dean gave him a look.
"I'm sorry. You prefer 'sucker'? After everything you said about them, now you trust them?" Actually, he trusted Genna, but Bobby didn't know who actually spoke to him. He assumed Cas asked directly.
"Come on, give me a little credit, Bobby. I've never trusted them less. I mean, they come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan."
"Then why in the hell-"
"Because what other option do I have? It's either trust the angels or let Sammy trust a demon?"
"I see your point," Bobby said calmly. Adonia got off the wall to listen.
"Do you hear that," she asked them. Everyone raised an ear.
"That's a little too much nothing," Bobby pointed out. They all walked downstairs to the panic room. Adonia pulled open the small door and on the floor, Sam was squirming in pain.
"What if he's fakin'," Dean asked beside her.
"You really think he would?"
"I think he'd do anything." But suddenly, Sam's body flew across the room. Adonia turned back to Genna.
"Please tell me you did that."
"Not unless I had a reason to. It wasn't me." They rushed to get inside the room. Bobby and Dean grabbed Sam off the wall and held him down since they were the strongest. Dean took off his belt and held it between Sam's teeth to hold his head down. He was practically seizing.
"We're gonna have to tie him down for his own safety," Adonia told them. Dean stared down at his brother.
"Dean? You with me," she asked. He didn't respond, just stared.
"Dean! Before he has another fit," she yelled to him. He snapped out of it.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get it over with." They handcuffed him to the prison cell-like bed and he passed out.
As Sam awoke, Adonia waited. They stood by the bed as he stirred.
"We had to. The demon blood was flinging you all over the room," Adonia said in a comforting tone.
"Tell me something, Sam. Why did you do this to yourself," Adonia asked with sad eyes.. She stood in his view in front of him. He exhaled sharply and lowered his brow slightly.
"You know why," he said while sitting up.
"Right. 'Kill Lilith', the big excuse. But why? What, revenge? Right," her voice was still calm, just hurt. Sam looked in every direction but hers, eyes still filled with tears from the pain he had been through.
"Of course," he finally said looking at her.
"Revenge for what? For sending Dean to hell? Did you happen to notice he's back? Alive and kicking. So what's the point?"
"Point," he tried moving his arms, but the handcuffs stopped him. He forgot.
"How about 'stop the damn apocalypse'?" Sam was talking to an empty room.
"That's Dean's job, not yours! The angels said so, remember? God picked him, Sam. So you got any other fantastic excuses? Hmm?" The hallucination was getting darker and darker.
Meanwhile upstairs, everyone stood in the living room pondering.
"I'm gonna ask one more time. Are we absolutely sure we're doing the right thing," Bobby asked.
"Bobby, you saw what was happening to him down there. The demon blood is killing him,"Dean said from the couch.
"No, it isn't. We are."
"What," Dean asked, surprised.
"I'm sorry. I can't bite my tongue any longer. We're killing him. Keeping him locked up down there. This cold turkey thing isn't working. If-if he doesn't get what he needs, soon, Sam's not gonna last much longer."
"No. We're not giving him demon blood. We can't do it," Adonia chimed in.
"And if he dies?"
"Then at least he dies human," Dean exclaimed with tears in his eyes.
"I know why you really drink that blood, Sam," Adonia circled the bed.
"Just leave me alone," Sam said with weakness. He laid back down.
"Makes you feel strong. Invincible. A big bad wolf in a world of little pigs."
"No, you're wrong, Addie."
"It's more than that, isn't it? It's because your whole life, you felt different. Am I right?"
"Stop," Sam begged. He tried to keep his eyes on the ceiling; struggling here and there.
"Oh, I'm getting close, huh? Not different because you were some...lonely kid or because of your weird family?" She stood beside him, looking down upon him.
"Stop it," he demanded. She stopped. She leaned down and rested her hand next to her head.
"Because you're a monster."
"Shut up! Just," he grunted in pain, "shut the hell up!" He looked her in the eyes. There were subtle red rings around his eyes.
"You were always a monster. And you only feel right when you're sucking down more poison and more evil from that bitch." Sam looked at her, his expression clearly showing that she was hitting him hard.
"I would die for him in a second, but I won't let him do this to himself. I can't. I guess I found my line. I won't let Sam turn into a monster," Adonia said with tears in her eyes before the other hunters.
"Monster, Sam. You're a monster." She leaned in closer to his face.
"Addie, no," Sam begged her to stop.
"And I tried so hard to pretend that there was something between us. That you weren't one of the filthy things that we hunt. But we're not even the same species. You're nothing to me."
"Don't say that to me. Don't you say that to me," he looked away and started crying. When he looked back, the room was empty. He looked around in a panic, breathing heavily, but when he realized that she was gone, he felt relieved. He couldn't stand to hear anymore.
He slept until nightfall. When he woke up, he felt a presence. The handcuffs from his wrists and ankles began popping open one by one. The iron door creaked open with no one behind it. He slowly sat up.
"Hello?" He stood and slowly went to the door. He opened it with caution.
"Someone here," he asked, but no one answered. With great relief, he ran upstairs without noticing that Castiel was below them. As he held up two fingers, a bolt on the door moved with them and locked the door in place.
Sam grabbed his jacket in the living room quietly. Everyone fell asleep everyone from the desk, the floor, and the couch.
Castiel stood by the harbor, not in his happiest of moods. He sighed and stood up from leaning on the railing. Genna stood behind him. He stepped towards her. The fluorescent light shined on her ginger colored hair, black medium-length trench coat, and grey dress.
"What did you do," she asked.
"You shouldn't have come, Genna."
"Why would you let out, Sam?"
"Those were my orders."
"Orders? Cas...you saw him. He's drinking demon blood. He's so much worse than we thought. He's hallucinating. Dean was trying to help him."
"You really shouldn't have come," he looked away. A tall man and a woman appeared beside her and took her arm. She looked at the angel whose eyes were filled with regret. She mumbled words under her breath and quickly put her hands on their chests. A white light appeared, she closed her eyes, and they disappeared.
"I'm stronger than you think, Cas. I may have gotten rid of my grace, but I still have some tricks," she turned her heels and walked away. He watched her leave, both surprised and relieved. He looked up to the heavens, sighed, and went back to his place.
Dean, Bobby, Adonia, and Genna walked downstairs. When they opened the door, Sam wasn't inside.
"How the hell did he get out," Dean asked.
"Maybe he had help," Genna pointed to the ground, "room full of busted devil's traps."
"Demons? Ruby..." Adonia noted.
"That'd be my guess. How did she even touch the door?" Dean asked.
"You think she's got the mojo," Bobby asked.
"I didn't think so," Dean knelt down and touched the detached chalk marking on the ground, "I don't know, man."
"What difference does it make? How he got gone ain't as important as where he got gone to," Bobby said.
"Well, I'll tell you one thing. At this point, I hope he's with Ruby," Adonia surprisingly said.
"Why," Dean questioned.
"'Cause killing her is the next big item on my list to do."
"But I'm on call for angel duty."
"You are on call. In the car, on your way to help me murder the bitch." She left the room.
"One thing," Bobby said stopping her.
"What," she asked sharply and turned around.
"Sam don't want to be found. Which means he's gonna be damn near impossible to find."
"Yeah, we'll see," and she walked away.
The next morning, Dean worked on his car to pass the time. Adonia decided to clean out his car since cleaning was one of the things she did when she was upset. Genna decided to help her. Bobby walked up.
"Police found my car. Abandoned in an alley in Jamestown, North Dakota." Adonia stopped what she was doing to listen.
"He's switching up. Any other cars stolen in Jamestown," Dean asked.
"Two. 1999 Honda Civic, blue. Nice and anonymous, like Sam likes."
"What was the other one," Adonia asked.
"White oh-five Escalade with custom rims. It's a neon sign."
"You're right. He'd never take that. Which is exactly what he did," Dean said.
"You think," Adonia asked.
"I know that kid. All right, We'll head in that direction. Bobby, you stay here, ride the police databases. We gotta find him quick."
Bobby pointed them in the direction of Coldspring. Dean, Adonia, and Genna hid in the elaborate hotel to wait for Sam to leave his room. It wasn't a long wait. They sneakily walked in and Ruby was soon in sight, packing. Adonia came up behind her with the knife and took a swing. Ruby quickly turned around and her arm was scrapped with the blade. They held onto each others arms, grunting to fight. Adonia pinned her against a column and tried to push the blade further, but Ruby was strong. As soon as Adonia could take a clear shot, she drove back the blade, but her arm was caught by Sam's.
"No! Let her go," Sam exclaimed. He twisted Adonia around, took the blade from her, and she fell off the side of the bed. She stood, furious.
"Just take it easy," Sam said calmly.
"Well, it must've been some party you two had going, considering how hard you tried to keep us from crashing it. Well, nice try, but here we are," she said, out of breath.
"Addie, I'm glad you're here. Look, let's just talk about this," he said sincerely. Ruby rolled her eyes behind him.
"Soon as she's dead, we can talk all you want." There was silence and Ruby kept a straight face, clearly angry.
"Ruby, get out of here," Sam said over his shoulder.
"No, she's not going anywhere," Adonia stepped towards him, but Ruby made her escape and they watched her.
"She's poison, Sam."
"It's not what you think, Addie."
"Look at what she did to you! I mean, she up and vanishes weeks at a time, leaves you cracking out for another hit-"
"She was looking for Lilith."
"That is French for 'manipulating your ass ten ways from Sunday'," Dean said behind her.
"You're wrong." Adonia looked him in the eyes with subtle tears in them and stepped closer to him.
"Sam, you're lying to yourself. I just...want you to be okay. You would do the same for me. You know you would."
"Just listen," Sam held up Ruby's knife and threw it on the bed, "just listen for a second. We got a lead on a demon close to Lilith. Come with us, all three of you. We'll do this together."
"That sounds great. As long as it's just us. Demon bitch is a deal breaker. You kiss her goodbye, we can go right now." Sam subtly rolled his head, another form of an eye roll.
"I can't," he looked back at her, but she turned around nodding, "Addie, I need her- to help me kill Lilith. I know you can't wrap your head around it, but maybe one day you'll understand. I'm the only one who can do this." Adonia lowered her brow and turned around.
"No, you're not the only one who's gonna do this," Dean intervened.
"Right, that's right. I forgot. The angels think it's you."
"You don't think I can," Dean asked.
"No. You can't. You're not strong enough."
"And who the hell are you?"
"I'm being practical here. I'm doing what needs to be done."
"Yeah? You're not gonna do a single damn thing," Dean warned.
"Stop bossing me around, Dean. Look. My whole life, you take the wheel, you call the shots, and I trust you because you are my brother. Now I'm asking you...for once, trust me." Dean thought for a moment.
"No. You don't know what you're doing, Sam."
"Yes, I do," he whined.
"Then that's worse!"
"Why? Look, I'm telling you-"
"Because it's not something that you're doing, it's what you are! It means-"
"What," Sam asked. Tears built up in his eyes, "no. Say it."
"It means you're a monster." Sam's tear fell and he looked away. Out of the blue, he turned around a punched Dean, causing him to slide to the ground.
"Sam," Adonia exclaimed. Genna went to Dean's side to help him up. When he did, they looked at each other, snarled, and Dean punched him back. The fighting continued. First Dean was conquering, then Sam. Sam was clearly stronger. Adonia and Genna stood aside, gasping and fighting back their instincts to butt in. But a fight between two brothers, bigger than them, needed to be left alone. That is, until Sam threw Dean through a thin, wooden separation between the hall and bedroom; it was only decoration, not a wall. Sam walked over and began to strangle him. Adonia ran over and to push Sam out of the way, but Sam knocked her off. Genna chimed in and used her telepathetic powers with the flick of a hand to get Sam off of him.
"That's enough," she yelled. Sam breathed heavily and looked down at his brother. Dean caught his breath. Sam stood.
"You don't know me. You never did and you never will." Sam walked away.
"You walk out that door...don't you ever come back," Adonia said with tears streaming down her face. Sam stopped. He turned and looked at her angrily. He opened the door and left.