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Chapter 25

After being confined to the house for the last couple of days, Addison was going stir crazy. So, leaving Allison sleeping upstairs she ran to the store to pick up a few things. Her thoughts were on the boys and Bobby, hoping they were coming up with something. She felt useless but Bobby had taken all the helpful books with him, and his internet connection sucked so she wasn't getting much out of it. She was pushing the cart around the market absently picking up snacks and a package of gummy bears for Allison, who had mentioned her favorite candy the night before. She was trying to decide if she felt like crunchy or smooth peanut butter when her phone vibrated in her pocket.

"Hello?" she asked as she grabbed a jar of crunchy peanut butter and placed it in her cart before continuing down the aisle.

"Addie?" Sam's voice came on the other end of the phone and she faltered a bit.

"Sam, is everything okay?" she asked.

"Not really," he said heavily and she frowned as she continued along the aisle. "Addie, there's something I have to tell you." Sam didn't know how Addison was going to react to what he did, but if it was anything like Bobby, he was going to lose another person in his life that he cared about. He was on his way to the church, but he had to talk to her. He had to tell her.

"Sam, I already know," she said gently at hearing the distress in his voice. She knew what he was going to say, and she had to tell him that she already knew. If she knew Sam at all, she knew he was killing himself inside for what he did.

"What?" he asked as he came to a stop and moved just inside an alley he was passing for a bit of privacy.

"Allie told Bobby and me what was happening when she popped into Bobby's living room," she said, "and Dean told me he wasn't able to stop you."

"Wait, Bobby already knew?" Sam asked and Addison nodded even though he couldn't see her.

"Yeah," she said.

"How did Allie know?"

"Didn't Dean tell you?" she asked with a frown.

"Other than her being at Chuck's before Castiel zapped him to Maryland, he hasn't told me much," Sam said.

"The angels grabbed her and brought her to whatever place they were holding Dean," she said. "They planned to use her against him to get him to help them, to do what they wanted him to do. She was there with him when Castiel turned on the angels, when he told him what you were going to do. I may be pissed off at you for not listening to anyone and for bringing on the apocalypse, Sam, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you anymore. You don't have to explain yourself to me." Sam's head was reeling. If Bobby already knew about what he did, why did he act like he did when he told him?

"What's going on with Allie?" Sam asked suddenly, trying to distract himself from his thoughts. He knew something was up with Allison. There had to have been for Dean to be acting even more protective of her than usual and Addison sighed quietly at the question.

"A lot, Sammy," Addison said as she grabbed a loaf of bread from the shelf after she had wondered into the bakery portion of the market.

"She okay?" he asked before he left the alleyway and started for the church.

"Fine other than throwing up again," she said absently as she thought of all the times she heard Allison retching in the bathroom the last couple of days. Both Farrell girls wished that would end sooner rather than later.

"Is she sick?" Sam asked with a frown as the church drew closer.

"Dean didn't tell you?" she asked again.

"Addie, a lot's happened in the last few days," Sam said and she sighed quietly.

"Right," she said before she took a slow deep breath. "What do you think about being an uncle?" she asked and Sam laughed mirthlessly.

"What?" he asked, making it seem like she just asked him the stupidest question on the planet.

"What do you think about being an uncle?" she asked again, slightly annoyed with his chuckling.

"I think that that isn't a funny joke," Sam said, sobering up and taking in the tone of her voice.

"Yeah, well it ain't a joke big guy," she said and silence was all she heard on the other end. "You still with me, Sammy?" she asked.

"You can't be serious, Addie," Sam said more than asked with the most confused and surprised tone she had ever heard him use.

"As a heart attack," she said heavily before she picked up a couple bags of chips.

"Wow," Sam said.

"I know," Addison said.

"Is she . . . is she going to keep hunting?" he asked.

"No," Addison said. "Apparently, her and Dean had a nice little chat about that. However, I might be joining you two in the good fight."

"What does that mean?" Sam asked as he came to a stop outside the church.

"Allie won't let me go out on my own, and I can't sit around anymore," Addison said. "Allie suggested it to Dean, but nothing's set in stone. Things change."

"Yeah," he said, but she had a feeling he wasn't thinking about her going on the road with them or not.

"Hey, relax Sam," she said and he sighed quietly. "Bobby's got a few of my dad's old books, there's got to be something in there to help you guys find the Michael sword. I got nothing on this end."

"We're working on it," Sam said. "Chuck's message made no sense."

"I know," Addison said again and Sam laughed lightly.

"I'm going to go, Addie, but I'll keep you posted," Sam said. The pair said good-bye and while Sam went into the old church, Addison finished her shopping with her thoughts going between Sam and Allison and her worry was shared equally between them.

"Oh God," Allison said as she fastened her jeans and the usually form fitting denim was far too tight to be comfortable. She had been living in sweats the last few days and the one day she decides to throw on a pair of jeans is the day she realizes that she's actually put on a little weight.

Sighing, she took off the jeans and put her hand on her lower abdomen. She didn't look like she had put on weight, but she did feel a little bloated. She lowered her hand and went to Addison's bag. She pulled out Addison's favorite pajama bottoms, light blue ones with yellow smiley faces, and pulled them on before she took off the red t-shirt she had put on and went back to her bag. She tucked her shirt back in her bag and grabbed a baggy white t-shirt and threw it on over her head. She wasn't going anywhere and she had nothing better to do. She went downstairs and frowned when she didn't see Addison anywhere.

"Addie?" she called just as the door at the side of the house opened. She jumped slightly and turned to see her sister walking in with two filled paper bags in her hands.

"Hey, finally decided to wake up," Addison said with a smile as she walked pass Allison and put the bags on the table in the kitchen. She started to walk back outside to get the last bag from the truck when she stopped short. "Aren't those mine?" she asked as she pointed to the pants Allison was wearing and the other woman sighed as she looked down and then at her sister.

"Yes," Allison said. "I have to do my laundry. I don't have anything to wear." Addison frowned and lowered her hand.

"You've got more clothes than I do," Addison said.

"Yeah, well, my jeans are a little too tight. They're not comfortable," Allison said, blushing slightly and Addison smiled. "Shut up."

"I didn't say anything," Addison said before she walked back outside and Allison rolled her eyes.

"Your eyes said it all!" Allison shouted and Addison's loud laughter was the only response she got. Huffing, Allison went over to the bags to put away the groceries Addison had gotten and she smiled when she saw the big bag of gummy bears.

"See, you should be nice to me," Addison said as she closed the door and brought the final bag into the kitchen. "I get you treats."

"Thanks, Addie," Allison said and Addison smiled. The two set to putting away all of the groceries and as they did so, Addison shared the conversation she had with Sam with her sister. "You told him?" Allison asked and Addison sighed.

"He was asking if something was wrong with you and why Dean was suddenly so overprotective. I couldn't lie, Allie," Addison said and Allison nodded.

"How did he sound?"

"Like a lost puppy," Addison said before the two of them sat down at the table.

"Do you think they'll be able to find Michael's sword?" Allison asked and Addison shrugged.

"Hopefully," Addison said. "So, you hungry?" Allison laughed, but she nodded all the same.

"Yeah, but not for anything heavy. My stomach's still not very happy," she said and Addison smiled before she stood and went to the cupboards they had just filled in search of something to eat.

For hours, the girls fidgeted around Bobby's house. They had already cleaned the place, done their laundry, and when Bobby got back he would undoubtedly complain about how they moved all his things around, but the place was so stuffy. They really only organized his books and straightened up the library so everything would be easier to access. Allison decided to start fixing dinner while Addison was watching television. However, before she even reached the fridge Allison's cell phone rang. She turned and grabbed it from where she sat it on the kitchen table and pressed it to her ear as she started for the fridge once more.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Allie, it's me," Dean said heavily and sounding out of breath and her hand froze as she reached for the fridge handle.

"What's wrong?" she asked and he sighed heavily.

"Bobby was possessed and-," Dean started but Allison cut him off.

"What do you mean Bobby was possessed?" Allison asked loudly as she turned around and started towards the library where Addison was, but her sister met her halfway, a frown on her face.

"I mean a demon was riding his ass," Dean snapped, "what do you think I mean?"

"Forgive me for me being surprised. There's no need to snap my head off," she said loudly and with just as much attitude as Dean. "What the hell is going on?"

"Look, we don't have a lot of time," Dean said. "Bobby was possessed and Meg showed up."

"Wait, demon Meg?" she asked. When Dean had filled Allison in on everything, he had left no stone uncovered. He bore what was left of his soul to her and she had just clung to his hand as he shared it all with her.

"Yeah," he said bitterly. "Long story short, Bobby was about to kill me with the knife when he got the better of the demon and stabbed himself in the gut."

"Is he okay?" she asked, feeling as though the wind was knocked out of her.

"What's going on, Allie?" Addison asked in a whisper, but Allison was focused on Dean's voice at that moment.

"I don't know," Dean said. "Sam and I got him to the hospital, but we had to leave. The demons know where the Michael Sword is and we got to try and get there before they do."

"You found it?" she asked.

"Maybe, I don't know," he said heavily.

"Where?"

"A storage locker of Dad's in upstate New York," Dean said and it was then that she could hear the rumble of the Impala's engine over the phone. She knew the boys were a ways away from upstate New York, they were in Maryland, but the way Dean drove an hour's drive was more like fifteen minutes. They'd be there in no time. "Allie, I need Addie to get to the hospital we left Bobby at. Sam's texting her the information."

"If you think I'm just going to send her off, you don't know me very well," Allison said and she heard him sigh. "We'll go together."

"Allison," Dean said tightly, but she wasn't going to argue with him. She was going whether he liked it or not.

"We'll call you when we get there and let you know how he is," she said before she hung up her phone and looked at Addison who had an agitated look on her face and held her hands out at her sides.

"What's going on?"

"Grab your bag, I'll explain in the truck," she said and she started to go around Addison, but stopped short when she saw the man standing just in the hallway. "Holy shit," she said and Addison quickly turned around, her own eyes widening at seeing the man in the tan trench coat.

"Hello Allison," Castiel said heavily.

"Damn it," Dean hissed before he threw his phone down on the seat between him and Sam. He knew it was pointless to call her again. He wouldn't be surprised if she turned off her phone and had Addison do the same. Sam looked at his brother, whose grip had tightened considerably on the steering wheel.

"I'm guessing she's going with Addie," Sam said and Dean sighed heavily as he glanced at Sam before returning his eyes to the road ahead. "They have the hex bags, Dean, and they can hold their own pretty well," Sam said, "they'll be okay."

"Anything can happen, Sam," Dean said heavily.

"She's fine," Sam assured him. They road along in silence for a while, Dean not even bothering to turn on the radio, before Sam decided to break the silence with a question that would hopefully keep his mind from wondering how Bobby was. "So, when exactly were you going to tell me that Allie's pregnant?"

"What?" Dean asked as he glanced at Sam.

"Addie told me, Dean, so you can't deny it."

"We haven't exactly had a minute, Sam," Dean said.

"You're going to be a dad, Dean, and with everything, that's . . . that's . . .," Sam trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say, and Dean sighed as his grip adjusted on the steering wheel.

"I know," Dean said before silence once again enveloped the two of them. "Look, man, let's just focus on the job. We got to get to that sword. It's the only way this whole thing is going to work." Sam nodded as Dean glanced at him. "Allie's going to call when they get to the hospital, when they find out how Bobby is," Dean said. "Until then we focus."

After arming themselves, the Winchester boys made their way into the storage facility and John's locker. Dean unlocked the door before the duo made their way inside. Several bodies laid dead on the floor, but it looked like nothing in the locker had been touched. Everything was undisturbed, but before they could set to looking, their quest was interrupted.

"I see you told the demons where the sword is," Zachariah said as he and two other angels stepped out from the shadows. Both Sam and Dean turned to look at them and Sam scowled at them, while Dean . . . was just Dean.

"Oh, thank God, the angels are here," he said sarcastically.

"And to think, they could have grabbed any time they wanted," Zachariah said, ignoring Dean as he walked forward and closed the door of the locker before securing it. "It was right in front of them the whole time.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked as both of them looked at Zachariah curiously.

"We may have planted that little piece of prophecy inside Chuck's skull but happened to be true. We did lose the Michael Sword. We truly couldn't find it." He paused and smiled slightly. "Until now. You just hand delivered it to us." Both Sam and Dean looked confused, Dean glancing at Sam briefly before looking back at Zachariah.

"We don't have anything," Dean said with a shake of his head.

"It's you, chucklehead," Zachariah said before he slowly advanced on Dean, who seemed to slowly register Zachariah's words. "You're the Michael Sword," Zachariah said and Dean's face paled slightly but he kept his expression neutral. "What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer?" Zachariah asked. "You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing?" Dean glared at Zachariah but the angel wasn't done. "No," he said as he shook his head. "You're just a human, Dean, and not much of one," he added under his breath.

"What do you mean I'm the sword?" Dean asked quickly.

"You're Michael's weapon," Zachariah said simply. "More like his receptacle really."

"I'm a vessel?" Dean asked; his tone unbelieving.

"You're the vessel," Zachariah said. "Michael's vessel." Dean was having a bit of a hard time digesting everything and Sam was surprised into silence.

"H-how? W-why? Why me?" Dean asked.

"Because you're chosen!" Zachariah said loudly. "It's a great honor, Dean. You should be proud."

"Oh yeah," Dean scoffed. "Life as an angel condom, that's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks."

"Joking," Zachariah whispered as he shook his head and looked at Dean. "Always joking. Well, no more jokes," he said as he raised his hand in a mock gun and Dean stepped back slightly. "Bang," he said as he gestured at Sam's legs and a sickening crack filled the room before Sam shouted in pain and fell to the floor.

"You son of a bitch," Dean said harshly as he turned his anger filled face back to Zachariah.

"Keep mouthing off and I'll break more than his legs." Dean glanced back at Sam who was panting in pain, his attention focused only at that for the moment. Dean looked back at Zachariah as the angel started to move even closer. "I am utterly through screwing around. The war is started and we don't have our general. That's bad. Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. Do you understand?"

"And how many humans die in the crossfire?" Dean asked heatedly. "A million? Five? Ten?"

"Probably more," Zachariah said nonchalantly. "If Lucifer goes unchecked, do you know how many die then? All of them. He'll roast the planet alive. Everything as you know it will be gone. They'll be nothing. You'll be nothing." Sam finally managed to come out of the initial shock of pain, and sat up slowly watching the events unfold between his brother and the angel.

"There's a reason you're telling me this instead of just nabbing me," Dean said lowly. "You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin."

"Unfortunately, yes," Zachariah said.

"There's gotta be another way," Dean said with a smirk as he shook his head.

"There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written and it shall be," Zachariah said.

"Yeah, maybe, but on the other hand . . . eat me," Dean said. "The answer's 'no.'"

"Okay," Zachariah said. "How about this: your friend Bobby, we know he's gravely injured. Say 'yes' and we'll heal him, say 'no' and he'll never walk again." Sam looked up at Dean, but Dean stood his ground and shook his head slightly.

"No," he said softly.

"Then how about we ensure Allison a safe pregnancy," Zachariah said and Dean's entire body stiffened. He knew that she was hidden from them, but the hex bags in their pocket hadn't really done them that much good since they had walked right into a trap. "Things happen . . . it would be a shame really."

"You don't know where she is, so the answer's still no," Dean said and Zachariah smirked.

"Well," he said lightly. "How about we heal you then . . . from stage four stomach cancer?" he asked before Dean felt like his insides were on fire before he found himself on his knees as he coughed up blood. He looked at the blood on his palm before he looked up at Zachariah.

"No," he said, his voice rough.

"Fine. I'll just have to get creative. How do you think Sam will do without his lungs?" Zachariah asked before Sam felt his chest constrict and he was wheezing as the life slowly left him thanks to the lack of oxygen. Dean was still on the ground, in immense pain, as Zachariah walked over to him and took hold of his face. "You're going to say yes, Dean," he said quietly.

"Just kill us," Dean said as Sam collapsed fully to the floor, his body motionless.

"Kill you?" he asked before he let go of Dean's face and Dean's head fell forward as Zachariah stood. "Oh, no, I'm just getting started." Suddenly, a blinding white light filled the room and Zachariah turned around while Dean turned his head away from the light. When the light left, Dean glanced up and saw the now dead angel fall to the floor and Castiel standing there before he started fighting the second angel that had arrived with Zachariah. The second one fared the same as the first. "How are you -" Zachariah started to ask but Castiel finished.

"Alive?" he asked. "It's a good question. How did these two end up on that airplane? Another good question, because the angels didn't do it. I think we both know the answer, don't we?" he asked.

"No," Zachariah said softly. "It's not possible."

"Scares you, doesn't it?" Castiel asked. "It should. Now put these boys back together and go. I won't ask twice." In an instant Zachariah was gone and the boys slowly stood, both checking themselves over as they got to their feet. "You two need to be more careful," Castiel said as he walked over to them.

"Yeah, I'm starting to get that," Dean said slightly breathless. "Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought."

"I'm not talking about the angels," Castiel said. "Lucifer is circling his vessel and when he takes it those hex bags will not be enough to protect you." He moved even closer and placed a hand on each man's chest before they grunted in pain and raised their hands to their ribs.

"What the hell was that?" Dean asked firmly.

"An Enochian sigil," Castiel said before he walked away from them. "It will hid you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer," he finished as he stopped and turned back around to look at them.

"What, did you just brand us with it?" Dean asked.

"No," Castiel said simply. "I carved it into your ribs."

"Oh," Dean said with a frown as he rubbed his chest and Castiel frowned as he watched their movements.

"Allison and Addison took it much better than either of you," Castiel said and Dean and Sam shared a look before they looked back at Castiel.

"You saw the girls?" Dean asked and Castiel nodded. "How? They have hex bags."

"I had hope that Allison would remain where I sent her for a time," Castiel said, "and I was relieved to see that she did." Dean nodded absently and wondered how they were doing; and just how close they were to Maryland.

"Hey, Cas, were you really dead?" Sam asked.

"Yes," Castiel said honestly.

"Then . . . how are you back?" Dean asked, but Castiel just vanished leaving Dean's question hanging in the air.