Repair Shop
Singer Salvage
Sam stood over Alison's dead body filled with relief. He may not have gotten there in time to save Dean, but at least, this time, he destroyed the thing that killed his brother. Sam kicked the body to ensure that she was really dead. Alison's head turned toward Sam and her eyes stared up at him. They were devoid of any life.
Yes, thought Sam with relief, she is dead.
"Sam!" shouted Dean from the entrance of the garage. Sam turned to see Dean, Bobby, Jasmine and Castiel staring at him. They all moved back at the sight of Sam.
"Jesus, Sam," said Bobby with a slight twinge of nervousness in his normally gruff voice, "what happened to you?"
Sam turned and walked over to a row of lockers. Grabbing the door of one, he flung it open and looked at himself in the mirror. He nearly screamed at the sight. His eyes were pitch black, like a demon's. His skin was red from his increased heart rate and he even looked bigger than his normal 6'4 frame. Sam put his hands to his face and tried to calm himself down. After a few minutes, he was back to being old Sam. He turned to Dean who was staring at him with horror.
"I didn't know," said Sam quietly, and the group appeared to relax. Jasmine looked over, saw Alison's dead body and screamed. Everyone else looked and ran. Castiel reached her body first and pulled her into his arms.
"Alison," he whispered into her ear as her eyes gazed up at him. Castiel felt tears slip from his eyes as he stared up at Sam. Sam looked heart-broken and stricken at the act of violence he had committed against an innocent victim. While the angel that remained in Castiel wanted to find a way to forgive Sam, he knew that he couldn't. Castiel had pledged his life in protection of Sam to Lucifer; now the angel could care less if Lucifer took Sam over right now.
Sam looked into Castiel's eyes and saw that the fragile friendship he had begun to build with the angel was now gone. He looked around at the rest of the group. Jasmine was staring at him with fear and anger. Bobby was looking at him as though he had never seen Sam before. The worse condemnation came from Dean whose face was cold and withdrawn. Sam would have preferred screaming and yelling, anything but the look of resignation. In that moment, Sam knew that Dean had truly given up trying to save or protect him, and in that moment, Sam wished he was dead. Dean came over and pulled Sam to his feet and moved him away from the group.
"Sammy," said Dean, rubbing his temples before looking up at his brother, "why?" Dean swept his arm toward Alison's dead body. "What would make you kill someone?" Dean looked up at Sam as a horrified thought seemed to cross his mind. "Have you done this before?"
Sam closed his eyes and bit his lip. He opened them and looked at Dean. "Yes," he said quietly, "I killed an innocent woman, who was possessed by a demon, and drank her blood to defeat Lilith." Sam swallowed hard and nodded toward Alison. "I saw her in a vision." He looked over at Dean with a pained expression. "She killed you."
Dean stepped back. "You killed her because you had a vision?!"
"No!" exclaimed Sam, "I went after her when she escaped to make sure that she wouldn't hurt you." Sam ran his fingers through his hair. "She hid in here," Sam pointed, "in that closet." He began to pace. "I pounded on the door to get her out, but she wouldn't come out." He stopped and looked at Dean. "Then suddenly she ran out." The story came out in deep breaths. "She was covered in blood and had a gun." Sam pointed to the closet. "You were lying in there dead."
Dean looked at Sam and then walked over to the closet door and opened it. There was no body in it and no trace of blood. Dean then walked over to Alison who was still lying in Castiel's arms. She had no blood on her, and the gun was gone. Dean walked back over to Sam. "There's nothing there, Sam."
"Dean," said Sam suppressing tears, "I swear to you that is what I saw."
"Guys," said Bobby who had quietly walked up to them, "what are we going to do?"
"Throw him in jail!" screamed Jasmine who got up from holding Alison's hand and ran at Sam. She began pounding on his chest until she was too exhausted to continue. Sobbing, she threw her arms around Dean, who moved her away from Sam. Sam looked up at Bobby and found sympathy rather than condemnation. Sam shook his head. "Don't feel sorry for me, Bobby, I made a choice and clearly, it was the wrong one."
"Kid," said Bobby, "I'm angry as hell at you right now, but I think we are ignoring the elephant in the room—Michael." Bobby looked over at Alison who was now lying in the floor with Castiel saying a prayer over her. "Except for Dean, every one of us received a visit from Michael, who tried to convince us that Alison was nuts." Bobby looked over at Dean who was still comforting Jasmine. "The question is why."
"He thought she had chosen Lucifer's side," said Sam.
"And you believed that?" asked Bobby, "Come on, Sam, you read her books." He shook his head. "No one believed in the inherent evil of Lucifer more than Alison Olsen."
"So why would Michael lead us to believe otherwise?" asked Sam.
Bobby shook his head. "That's what we need to find out."
Before either one of them could speak, there was a swirl of lights and color and when Sam and Bobby could focus, they found themselves in a beautiful room with gold furniture, marble tables and chandeliers. On the walls were various paintings. A few second later, Castiel, Jasmine and Dean showed up. Dean took one look around and swore loudly much to Castiel's consternation.
"Dean," asked Bobby, "what is it?"
"We're in heaven," said Dean, "this is really going to suck."