Repair Shop

Singer Salvage

Alison managed to break into Bobby's repair shop and find a closet to hide in. She knew that she was being hunted by the best hunters on earth and that she did not have much time. Alison contemplated what she should do. Running for it was not an option since she did not have access to a car or any money to buy transportation out of here. There was no one she could call as Michael had turned everyone against her. She did not have her husband's hunting or survival skills.

I'm so screwed, thought Alison.

"It didn't have to turn out this way," said a voice behind her.

Alison closed her eyes. It was Michael. "Why Michael?" she whispered. "Why did you do this?" She turned to face him and within the confines of the closet, they were practically body-to-body. Alison looked up into his face and again, saw how ravaged Michael's face was by the weight of the centuries. Michael smiled at her.

"You've been the only person in my life who can see me who can see me for who I really am," said Michael. He cocked his head to one side and stared at her. "I always found that disturbing."

"Is that why you are punishing me?" asked Alison. "Because I can see through you?"

"No," said Michael, "because everything I have done will lead to one thing: Sam saying yes to Lucifer."

Alison felt genuinely confused. "How?" she asked.

"During times of war," began Michael, "there always has to be a catalyst, something that gives the advantage to one side or the other." He cupped her face. "When I went to war against Lucifer," said Michael, "my ace in the hole was Gabriel."

"Gabriel?" asked Alison. "I thought he left heaven and rejected the angel way of life."

"Oh he did," said Michael smugly, "and I gave him his freedom." "In return," said Michael, "he had to do something for me."

"He had to convince all the other angels that Lucifer was evil," said Alison, "once he did that, you convince all the angels that Gabriel had betrayed them." Alison looked horrified. "That's the real reason he left." Alison began to back out of the closet and into the light. "Now, you've done the same to me." Alison shook her head and wrapped her arms around her body as tears formed in her eyes. "You trapped me here just to kill me."

Michael laughed. "Oh, my dear one," said Michael, "I'm not going to kill you." He gestured toward the pounding that he had started on the door Alison had locked. "He will."

Alison turned toward the sound and turned back to face Michael, but he had changed. Now he was Dean with a gun aimed at Alison. She began to back away.

"Michael, please don't do this," Alison begged. "Please."

"You don't understand," said Michael/Dean, "you have to die and he has to kill you." Michael/Dean turned the gun on himself. "Or he will never say yes to Lucifer." Michael/Dean cocked the trigger. "If Sam doesn't say yes to Lucifer, then this war cannot end."

"You forget one thing," said Alison, "Dean needs to say yes to you and he will never do it." Alison dropped her arms and moved toward Michael, somehow finding courage in her impending death. "You've seen the future and know what happens."

Michael's hold on Dean's visage wavered and disappeared as the truth of Alison's words sunk in. Still, he continued to hold the gun on himself as Alison moved closer. For a moment, Michael went into a trance, then he smiled and looked down at Alison. Gently, with one arm, he pulled Alison close to his body and put his hand on her forehead. In that instant, Alison was sent forward in time. She was not sure where she was, but it looked like a big city. There was some sort of battle going on in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. Inside, Dean, Sam, Bobby, and Castiel appeared to be pinned down in a room with demons, led by a woman with dark hair who was called Meg, were fighting a ferocious battle and the guys appeared to be on the losing side.

Alison noticed that all the guys appeared different. Dean appeared colder and withdrawn from the warm guy that Michael had always shown her. Sam looked cagey and slightly unhinged. It pained Alison to see the Sam Jessica had always told her about was long gone. Castiel now had a beard and appeared to be mortal. Bobby had use of his legs. Dean and Sam began arguing and Sam suddenly shouted yes. A bright light filled the room and Sam was gone. Dean began frantically shouting as Bobby and Castiel sat in shock. The pounding on the door by the demons had stopped as they left to follow their leader. Bobby broke down into tears while Castiel put his hand on the man's shoulder. Castiel looked over at Dean and appeared to ask him to say yes to Michael. Dean shook his head, and the image faded. Alison looked back up at Michael. She was slightly dizzy from the time travel, and it took her a minute to focus. Michael was staring at her and his gaze was unrecognizable. Alison focused and stared back.

"Do you know why Dean will never say yes to you?" asked Alison.

"Because he's a stubborn cuss," said Michael, "He thinks he knows how to handle this situation when it is so much bigger than him." Michael grinned proudly. "That makes him an excellent field commander."

"No," said Alison quietly, "he will never say yes because it means killing the brother he loves." Alison cocked her head to one side and looked at Michael. "Do you remember what that is like: to love someone?"

For a moment, tears formed at the corners of Michael's eyes and Alison thought that he might actually cry. Instead, he leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"I use to love," he whispered, "I use to love my father, my brothers and sisters, and all humans." He used his free arm to put his hand around her throat. "You know what happened?" His hand tightened. "They all failed me." Alison felt her air supply being cut off. "Now all I have is my duty, and that duty is to destroy Lucifer."

Before Alison could stop him, Michael changed back to Dean and pulled the trigger. He dropped to his knees as blood spilled from his body. In shock, Alison's first reaction was to open the door and run out, bumping into Sam as she did so.

"Dean," screamed Sam as he bent down to gather his dead brother into his arms.

Alison's entire body was shaking. Because of the proximity to Michael/Dean as he pulled the trigger, she was covered in blood and as she looked down, she was horrified to see that she was holding the gun. Alison looked up at Sam and their eyes meant. Alison took a step back as she saw the rage grow in Sam's eyes. His eyes turned black and his skin seemed almost red as his heart rate increased. Alison dropped the gun and held up her hands defensively.

"Please Sam," she pleaded, "I did not shoot him." She gestured toward Dean's body. "That is not Dean; it's Michael." Tears began to stream down her face as Sam came closer. "It's a trap," she pleaded as she fell to her knees. "Please believe me."

Sam extended his arm and circled his hand into a fist. Immediately, Alison felt his hand circling her throat and her air supply was cut off. She looked up at Sam with pleading eyes, but there was no mercy in the black eyes that had taken over his soul. The last thing Alison Olsen thought before she died was that she was glad to see Castiel one last time.