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Chapter 30
Addison, Dean, and Sam sat on a picnic table at a rest stop just outside of the small town they had just left after stopping War from completely wiping it out. Addison sat next to Sam while Dean sat across from them, holding War's ring up and looking at it with a pensive look on his face. "So, pitch it off the top of Mount Doom?" Dean asked and Sam scoffed a quietly laugh while Addison raised an eyebrow.
"You know 'Lord of the Rings?'" she asked and Dean lowered his hand as he looked at her.
"I'm not all looks you know," he said with a grin and she rolled her eyes before she looked down at her hands and picked at the chipping red polish on her nails. She'd have to redo them soon.
"Guys," Sam said with a soft sigh, and she looked at him while Dean cut him off.
"Sam, let's not," Dean said, but Sam shook his head.
"No, listen, this is important," Sam said, and Addison decided that she didn't like the serious look on his face. "I know you don't trust me," Sam said as he looked at Dean and she bit her lip as she glanced at Dean to see him look away for a second before he looked back at Sam. "But I realized something while we were in that town," Sam said with a pause, "I don't trust me either."
"Sam-," Addison started but he looked at her and shook his head.
"No, Addie," Sam said quietly but firmly as his hazel eyes held her blue. "The minute I saw that blood in the convince store, the only thought in my head . . .," he trailed off and shook his head slightly as he looked away from her and at his hands before he glanced at Dean and then looked off in the distance. "I tell myself it's for the right reasons," he said as he looked at Dean, "that my intentions are good and it feels true, you know. But I think underneath I just miss the feeling.
"I know how messed up that sounds, which means I know just how messed up I am. The thing is the problem's not the demon blood. Not really, I mean, I know what I did. I can't blame the blood or Ruby or anything. The problem is me," he said as he looked between Dean and Addison. "How far I'll go. There's something in me that scares the hell out of me. The last couple of days I caught another glimpse."
"So, what are you saying, Sam?" Dean asked.
"I'm in no shape to be hunting," Sam said and Dean looked away from his brother while Addison felt her heart sink a bit. "I need to step back because I'm dangerous. Maybe it's best we all just go our separate ways." Dean sighed and closed his eyes, the expression on his face clearly saying he couldn't believe what he was about to say.
"Well, I think you're right," he said as he looked down and then at Sam.
"What?" Addison asked, but Dean just glanced at her before he returned his eyes to his brother.
"I was expecting a fight," Sam said as he looked at his brother with a mixture of hurt and surprise on his face.
"The truth is, I spend more time worrying about you than about doing the job right," Dean said. "I mean, I just, I can't afford that; you know? Not now. Not with everything."
"I'm sorry, Dean," Sam said heavily.
"I know you are, Sam," Dean said and Sam started to stand.
"Wait," Addison said quickly and she grabbed onto his right forearm tightly and Sam stopped and looked at her. "You two can't be serious," she said as she looked between them. "You . . . Sam . . .," she said as she looked at him and Sam sighed quietly as he looked at her. "What are you going to do?" she asked.
"Hide out for a while, lay low," he said with a light shrug as he pulled his arm from her grip and took her hand. "At least until I get my head straight." He squeezed her hand and let it go before he swung his leg over the bench and stood.
"Hey," Dean said and Sam looked at him. "You, uh, want to take the Impala?" he asked and Sam shook his head.
"No, it's okay," he said and Dean nodded. "Take care of yourself, Dean."
"You too, Sammy," Dean said before he looked away. Sam nodded and started to walk away, but Addison was quick to her feet.
"Sam," she said and he turned around in time for her to wrap her arms around his waist to hug him. Slowly, Sam put his arms around her and held her tight as she buried her face in his chest. She pulled back slightly and raised her right hand to the side of his face and he swallowed hard as he looked down at her and her tear lined eyes. Addison didn't cry, he knew that much, and to see the tears in her eyes surprised him; however, he didn't say anything about them as she stood there with him. "Don't disappear. Keep in touch," she whispered.
"I will," he said and she nodded. "Make sure he stays out of trouble."
"I'll do my best, but I have a feeling I'm going to end up back with Allie sooner rather than later," she said as she lowered her hand.
"Then stay safe, Addie," he said. "I don't want anything to happen to you," he said as he raised his hand to the cut on her cheek and her split lip that were the results of Rufus and Jo trying to get the 'demon' out of her.
"I'll be fine," she assured him and he nodded before he leaned down and kissed her forehead. With that he turned around and left her feeling cold as he walked to the Impala and grabbed his bags before he went to a truck. She remained standing there and watched as the truck and boat disappeared down the road.
"Addie," Dean said as he stood and walked towards her. She turned slightly and looked at him as he came to a stop next to her. "I'm going to take you to Bobby's."
"I figured," she said before she rubbed her eyes and Dean sighed. "Ready?" she asked him as she lowered her hands from her face and looked at him expectantly. He nodded and the two of them walked to the car.
Addison sat in the front seat of the Impala next to Dean, just watching the darkening scenery pass by as Dean drove through Sioux Falls to Bobby's. She couldn't believe that Sam and Dean had just parted the way they did, but it didn't really surprise her. They'd been at odds with each other since Dean found out about what Sam had been doing with Ruby. She had been tempted to go with Sam, just to keep an eye on him, but she had stayed with Dean. When she got to Bobby's, she would get Allison and the two of them would head to Iowa where they would stay like they had originally planned.
The sun was going down and since they left motel that morning it had been silent in the car with the exception of the radio playing quietly. It wasn't that they didn't have anything to talk about, it was just that neither felt really talkative. Dean turned into Bobby's salvage yard and as he parked the Impala next to the girls' truck Addison looked at him.
"You going to come in and see Allie?" she asked him and Dean killed the ignition as he turned to look at her.
"You think I wouldn't?" he asked and Addison shook her head.
"No, I was just curious," she said and the duo climbed from the car before they headed towards the house, Addison with her bag over her shoulder. They knocked and waited all of half a second before the door swung open. Addison had only a second to register it was her sister that opened the door before she was blinded by a mass of brown hair and practically had the wind knocked out of her by the force of her sister's hug.
"Thank God you're okay," she whispered and Addison hugged her sister in return. "I was so worried." Their hug lasted only a second longer before Allison had moved on to Dean, hugging him tightly.
She pulled back slightly and kissed him soundly after pulling his lips down to hers. Dean stiffened for a second, but his hands settled on Allison's upper waist as he kissed her back. Addison smiled at the pair before she went into the house, shaking her head as she did so. Allison wrapped her arms around Dean's neck and he pulled her even closer as they kissed. They didn't know how long they stood there, wrapped up in each other, but after a moment, Allison slowly pulled her lips from Dean's but remained in Dean's arms.
"Hello to you too," he said with a grin and she smiled softly at him before she moved her right hand to his face.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Been better, but it's for the best," he said. Dean had called her while Addison slept the night before, telling her what went down with Sam and that they had parted ways. She'd been surprised, but supportive; just like he knew she would be. "How are you?" he asked, turning her question back on her as his right hand settled on her lower stomach.
"Good. I'm no longer throwing up every five minutes," she said with a light smile as she let go of him and put both her hands over his on her stomach. He smiled back before his thumb ran over her stomach. "Come on," she said as she took his hand from her stomach and pulled him inside. "I made dinner and kept a plate for you and Addie when you guys got here."
"Great, I'm starving," he said and she smiled again as she let go of his hand and closed the door behind them. Dean shrugged off his jacket and walked into Bobby's library. Addison was sitting on the sofa, her legs crossed and talking with Bobby who was settled in his wheelchair. She looked up when they walked into the room and smirked at him.
"Finally," she said. "You two were out there for like fifteen minutes."
"Be nice or I won't warm up your plate," Allison said as she pointed at her smiling sister and walked into the kitchen. Addison scoffed before she stood and went after Allison. Dean sighed as he watched them for a second before looking at Bobby and putting down his jacket as he sat down in the spot Addison had just vacated. Bobby cleared his throat and Dean looked at him before he sighed heavily and leaned back on the sofa.
"I'm fine, Bobby," Dean said. "It's not like I haven't been on my own before."
"We're in a whole new game now, boy," Bobby said and Dean nodded.
"I know, Bobby, but Sam doesn't trust himself and I can't trust him right now either," Dean said. "It's best that he just steps away from everything for a while. It's best for the both of us." Bobby nodded and then dropped the subject as Allison came out carrying a plate laden with the lasagna and garlic bread she had made that night for dinner. "Thanks," Dean said as he took it from her and she smiled at him as she sat down next to him. For a moment, things were almost normal but their lives were far from normal.
Since Dean was going to be leaving in the morning, Addison had relinquished her half of the bed in the spare room to Dean so he and Allison could spend a little more time together. Allison was curled into Dean's side, her head on his chest and her right arm was draped across his body with her hand resting on his left shoulder as she laid there awake. Dean's right arm was around her shoulders, and he held her close to him as he too laid awake in the bed. Allison kissed his t-shirt covered chest before she lifted her head, rested her chin on his chest, and looked at his face. His hand rubbed her arm and he looked back at her.
"Are you sure you want to leave so soon?" Allison asked him quietly.
"I don't want to, but I'm going to," Dean said. "I can't sit on my ass, Allie, you know that."
"I wish you weren't going alone," she said and Dean sighed softly as he lifted his hand from her arm and pulled her hair back from her face. "You know Addison would be more than happy to work with you, Dean, and if I wasn't . . . if I wasn't pregnant, you know I'd be with you."
"I know you would," he said, his green eyes locked in the darkness with her blue, "and I know Addie would work with me, but she's not. If I can't be with you, I want her to be. Knowing that she's with you will give me some peace of mind while I'm working."
"Yeah, but what peace of mind am I going to have if you're out working jobs on your own? You'll have no back up, no-," she didn't get to finish because Dean rose up slightly and kissed her lips to silent her protests. Allison wanted to pull away, but her body betrayed her brain as she gripped his t-shirt tightly and kissed him back.
The kiss had started as just a means for him to silence her, but it had been far too long since he had been with her; and God did he miss her. Dean overpowered her and flipped her body so she was lying back on the bed, his body covering hers, as he kissed her heatedly. Allison whimpered quietly at the loss of his lips against hers, but she moaned softly as his lips found her neck and she felt his calloused hands slide under her t-shirt. Her left hand laced into his short hair as his stubble scraped against the skin of her neck as he kissed her along her neck and collarbone.
Slowly, his lips returned to hers and she sighed against his lips as her hands moved to his back and she started pulling at his shirt. Dean pulled his lips from hers, but only to pull his shirt off. Allison ran her hands along his bare chest and up to his shoulders as he tossed his shirt aside and lowered himself back down to her and kissed her hard. His skin was hot under her hands and felt like heaven to her touch. It wasn't long before Dean had freed her from her shirt and soon his boxers and her pajama bottoms and underwear joined their shirts on the floor.
Dean kissed his way down her body and she watched him with a flushed face and heavy breathing as his hands gripped her hips tightly. However, he paused in his kissing when he reached her belly button. His right hand slid across her hip and settled on her lower abdomen and on the slight pouch she knew that she now had. His large hand covered it easily and he lifted his head to look up at her, a small grin on his lips. She smiled back at him and raised her hand to the side of his face. He moved back up her body and kissed her, much more softly than he had before, while her hand remained on the side of his face. She was more than ready for him and she could feel that he was ready since he was poking against her body.
"Are you sure, Allie?" he asked, his deep voice quiet and rough, after he pulled his lips from hers and looked down at her.
"Dean, if you seriously stop now, I'm going to kill you," she said heavily and he smiled. "It's not going to hurt the baby if that's what you're worried about. Trust me, I've read up on it."
He chuckled before he leaned in and kissed her again while she opened her legs and he settled themselves between them. He broke the kiss and watched her face as he slowly joined their bodies. She closed her eyes and sighed softly before she opened her eyes and pulled his lips back down to hers. He easily returned her kiss as he moved his hips against hers. She had forgotten the way she felt when she was with Dean, but as their bodies moved together she remembered; wondering how she even forgot in the first place.
"Be careful, okay?" Allison said softly as she smoothed out Dean's blue jacket after he closed the trunk of the Impala and turned to face her. She and Addison would be leaving in a few hours for Iowa, but Dean was heading out.
"I'll be fine, Allie," he told her, his hands going to her waist to pull her close. She sighed before she threw her arms around his neck as she hugged him tight.
"If you need help, call. You know Addie will be there," she said. "Just wish I could be." Her voice shook a bit at the end and he closed his eyes and hugged her back.
"Hey, don't worry okay. It's not good for you and it's not good for the baby," he said as he opened his eyes and loosened his hold on her. She squeezed him with her arms before she slowly pulled away from him and kissed his cheek.
"I love you," she whispered her blue eyes locked with his green and he caught her lips in a chaste kiss.
"Love you too," he said back and she stepped away from him. She watched as he climbed into his car and pulled away, kicking up a bit of gravel as he went. Allison sighed before she went back into the house. She had no idea that when she would see Dean next, but she hoped it was sooner rather than later.
Three Weeks Later
Dean sighed as he pulled over the Impala and parked it in front of a motel. He was exhausted. Since his little adventure with Castiel the week before, what little sleep he did manage to get hadn't been restful, and every time he talked to Allison he knew she wasn't buying his lie that he was fine. He climbed from the car, pulling his bag from the seat as he did so and headed towards the motel. Throwing his bag over his shoulder he was approached by a guy in a suit.
"Excuse me, friend, but have you taken time out to think about God's plan for you?" the man asked him as he held up the flyers in his hand that read 'God is Love.' Dean paused outside the door of the motel and turned slightly too look at the man.
"Too frickn' much, pal," Dean said before he went inside, not thinking twice of the man or his question. Dean got a room, smiling at the clerk, before he made his way upstairs to his room. Once inside, he tossed his bag next to the bed and shrugged off his jacket before laying it on the foot of the bed. However, he didn't get much further than that when Castiel called, going on about needing to find a gun. It took him all of a second to realize just what Castiel was talking about. "You're talking about the Colt, right?" he asked as he walked over to the window and looked out briefly before he closed the curtains. "As in the Colt?"
"We are," Castiel said while Dean walked to the second window and did the same, closing the curtains.
"That doesn't make any sense," Dean said. "Why would the demons keep a gun around that, uh, kills demons?"
"What?" Castiel shouted and Dean heard a loud rumbling in the background. Obviously a large truck or something had just passed by wherever Castiel was hanging out. "What – Dean – I didn't . . . I didn't get that," Castiel said, making Dean laugh.
"You know, it's kind of funny talking to a messenger of God on a cell phone," Dean said as he leaned against the counter of the 'kitchen' area in the small room. "It's like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped."
"This isn't funny, Dean, the voice says that I'm almost out of minutes," Castiel said seriously.
"Okay, all right," Dean said with a grin. "I'm telling you, Cas, the mooks of melted down the gun by now. Bella gave it to Lilith a long time ago. There's no way they've kept it around."
"Well, I hear differently," Castiel said, "and if you are still set on the insane task of killing the devil, this is how we do it." Dean sighed as he walked over to the bed and sat down, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Okay, when do we start?" Dean asked.
"Where are you now?" Castiel asked and Dean lowered his hand.
"Kansas City," Dean said before he leaned back and grabbed the room key he had put on the side table. "Century Motel, room 113."
"I'll be there immediately," Castiel said.
"Whoa, whoa, come on man, I just drove like 16 hours straight, okay?" Dean asked. "I'm human, and there's stuff I gotta do."
"What stuff?" Castiel asked.
"Eat, for example," Dean said, "and in this case sleep. I just need like four hours once in a while okay?"
"Yes," Castiel said.
"Okay, so you can . . . pop in tomorrow morning," Dean said.
"Yes," Castiel said and Dean nodded his head before he hung up his phone. He ran his hand down his face and sighed heavily as he debated on calling Allison or not before he crashed. It was late, but she always answered her phone.
He decided to just let her rest before he laid back on the bed. He didn't even bother to change or take off his shoes he was so tired. So, he laid down fully dressed, his arm curling around his pillow. He was just drifting off when he heard his cell phone vibrate on the nightstand. He didn't even open his eyes as he reached over, fumbled for the phone, grabbed it, and flipped it open as he pressed it to his ear.
"Damn it, Cas, I need to sleep," he said his eyes still closed. There was a pause on the other end of the line before an unexpected voice filled Dean's ear.
"Dean, it's me," Sam said and Dean opened his eyes in surprise.
"Sam?" he questioned even though he already knew who it was. He glanced at the clock and sighed. "It's quarter pass four."
"This is important," Sam said and Dean sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed before he turned on the light.
"I'm listening," he said as he rubbed his face, but nothing could have prepared him for what Sam told him next. Lucifer had came to Sam in his dreams only to tell him that Sam was Lucifer's vessel, his true vessel. In all honesty, Dean really shouldn't have been surprised since they seemed to be getting curve ball after curveball thrown at them, and Dean didn't really know how to react. He stood from the bed and walked over to the fridge before he pulled a beer from the six pack he had bought. "So, you're his vessel, huh?" he asked as he closed the fridge. "Lucifer's wearing you to the prom?"
"That's what he said," Sam said.
"Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, huh Sammy?" Dean asked as he walked over to the window and looked out.
"So, that's it? That's your response?" Sam asked, sounding agitated and confused. Dean frowned as he turned away from the window.
"What are you looking for?"
"I don't know, uh, a little panic maybe?" Sam asked more than said.
"Well, I guess I'm a little numb at the Earth shattering revelations at this point," he said before he took a drink of his beer.
"What are we going to do about it?"
"What do you want to do about it?"
"I want back in for starters," Sam said and Dean silently sighed as he started walking around the room again.
"Sam," Dean started, but Sam interrupted.
"I mean it," Sam said. "I'm tired of being a puppet to these sons of bitches. I'm going to hunt him down, Dean."
"Oh, so we're back to revenge then are we? Yeah, cause that worked out so well the last time," he said as he leaned against the fridge.
"Not revenge," Sam said with a pause, "redemption."
"So, you're just going to walk back in and we'll be the dynamic duo again?" Dean asked.
"Dean, I can do this," Sam said. "I'm going to prove it to you." Dean closed his eyes and shook his head. As much as he wanted Sam with him, he knew it just wasn't a good idea and he carefully thought out his next words.
"Look, Sam, it doesn't matter," he said slowly as he pushed away from the fridge and sat down in the chair near the window. "Whatever we do . . . it turns out that you and me, we're the fire and the oil of the Armageddon. You know, on that basis alone we should just pick a hemisphere. Stay away from each other for good."
"Dean, it does not have to be like that, we can fight," Sam said.
"Yeah you're right we can, but not together," Dean said. "We're not stronger when we're together, Sam, I think we're weaker. Because whatever we have between us; love, family, whatever it is; they are always going to use it against us. You know that, Sam. We're better off apart," Dean said. "We got a better chance of dodging everything and everyone if we're just going our own ways."
"Don't do this, Dean," Sam said.
"Good bye Sam," Dean said before he hung up his phone and pressed his hand to his mouth. That would forever be in the top ten of the hardest things he had ever had to do.
When Dean woke up the next morning he found himself lying on springs and the room around him destroyed. He frowned as he climbed from the bed before he quickly made his way to the window. The curtains were tattered and the glass of the window was gone, and when he looked outside; he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The town had been practically leveled. Cars were overturned, debris was everywhere, and there wasn't a soul in sight. It looked like war zone and he felt his stomach sink. He turned from the window and was surprised to see his jacket still draped on the foot of the bed. He picked it up and left the room, opting for the stairs seeing as there just an empty cavity where the elevator had been.
Outside, the scene was even more surreal and he knew that something was definitely not right. He started walking around looking for someone, anyone, to tell him where he was or just what the hell was going on, but the town seemed deserted. He turned down another street and only came upon more crashed cars and debris. He sighed as he came to a stop next to a particularly mangled car and looked around when he heard class breaking echoing from the alley just behind him. He quickly went into the alley and rounded the corner only to stop when he saw a little girl sitting on the ground with a dirty stuffed bear to the side as she looked down at a broken mirror.
"Little girl?" Dean asked, but she didn't respond. Slowly, he started to move closer to her and leaned slightly as he walked, trying to get a better look at her face. "Little girl?" he asked again. "Are you hurt?" She still didn't answer him and he squatted down a few feet away from her. "You know that not talking thing is kinda creepy, right?" he asked when a glob of blood fell from the girl's mouth. He didn't notice it until it was too late and she grabbed a piece of the broken mirror and slashed at him, nicking him in the stomach. He managed to dodge her second swing and punched her hard, knocking her out and sending her into discarded mattresses.
Dean looked at her with a frown and groaned slightly as his side burned from the glass cutting him. However, as he looked down at his side he noticed something out of the corner of his eye and looked up. At the brick wall at the end of the alley was the word 'Croatoan' and he knew exactly what that meant.
"Oh crap," he said heavily as a small group of people suddenly gathered at the end of the alley, looking at him like he was a prime piece of meat. He took a step back and then another before he turned and exited the alley the way he came as fast as he could. The group started chasing him and he kept running. There was no way in hell he was going to stop. He turned down a street only to find the road blocked off by a fence. He stopped suddenly and turned around as the group closed in only to duck as gunshots suddenly rang out. Dean turned slightly to see an armored humvee on the other side of the fence with a man in an army uniform on top firing from the automatic machine gun resting on top. Dean hit the ground and covered his head to avoid the flying bullets. Music started blaring and more machine gun fire joined in. Dean knew he had to get out of there and he scrambled away. He found a hiding spot to wait out night fall when he would make his move and get the hell out of there.
Allison sighed as she closed her cell phone and sat it down next to her plate as she sat at kitchen island having a late lunch with Addison and Emily while Chris was checking over the girls' truck since it had started making a rattling noise the other day. She had been trying to get in touch with Dean all morning, but her calls went unanswered. She was worried, but not too worried. He could have just been sleeping. He had had a couple of rough days, and her nagging probably didn't help him any.
"Still not answering?" Addison asked after swallowing the bite of her sandwich and Allison shook her head.
"No, but I'm sure he's fine," Allison said before she took a drink of her juice. She had no more brought the class to her lips when she felt a fluttering in her lower abdomen. Gasping quietly, she put her left hand on her stomach as she sat her glass back down.
"What's wrong?" Emily asked and Allison smiled slightly.
"Nothing, I think I just felt him move," she said as she looked at the older woman and Emily smiled. She knew that Allison was reaching the point in her pregnancy that she would start to feel the baby move, and Emily couldn't hide her excitement as her smile widened.
"Him?" Addison asked with a raised eyebrow upon hearing her sister's words. Allison blushed as she looked at her sister with a small grin before she shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't sure what made her say 'him' but she did, and she found herself believing that she was going to have a boy. "What's it feel like?"
"Fluttering," she said. "Like butterflies in your stomach only real." Her happiness lasted for another minute before she remembered Dean and she picked up her phone. She wanted to get a hold of him, now more than she had before.
Dean finally managed to get outside the fence after digging under it and sighed heavily upon righting himself. He took a few steps forward only to stop when the sign on the fence caught his eye. "No entry," he read quietly. "August 1, 2014? How in the . . .," he trailed off before he looked around. Spotting a car not far away, he quickly walked over to it, hotwired it and hit the road. If there was one person he needed to find and fast, it was Bobby. He'd been driving for a few minutes when he tried his cell phone, but failed to get a signal. He tried the radio and when it was nothing but static he turned it off and frowned.
"That's never a good sign," he said to himself, but he wasn't alone for long.
"Croatoan pandemic," came Zachariah's voice, practically making Dean jump out of his skin as the angel startled him by his sudden appearance, "reaches Australia." Dean hit the steering wheel and glared out the windshield as he drove.
"I thought I smelt your stink on this back to the future crap," Dean said, but Zachariah ignored him as he read from the paper in his hands some more.
"President Palin defends bombing of Houston," he read as he opened the pages and Dean frowned as he looked at him. "It's certainly a buyer's market in real estate. Let's see what's happening in sports . . . oh wait, that's right no more sports. Congress revoked the right to group assembly. What's left of congress that is."
"How did you find me?" Dean asked.
"I'm afraid we had to tap some unorthodox resources of late," Zachariah said. "Human informants. We've been making visits to the fringier Christian groups. They've been given your image and told to look out for you."
"The bible freak outside the motel," Dean said after rolling his eyes. "He, what, dropped the dime on me?"
"Onward Christian soldiers."
"Okay, yeah, good, great; you have had your jollies now send me back you son of a bitch," Dean demanded.
"Oh you'll get back," Zachariah said, "all in good time. We want you to marinate here a bit."
"Marinate?"
"Three days, Dean," he said. "Three days to see where your course of action will take you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that your choices have consequences," he said as he held up the paper. "This is what will happen to the world if you continue to say 'no' to Michael. The world will slowly fall apart until there is nothing left but a burning shell of a planet." He lowered the paper as Dean sighed and returned his eyes to the road. "Take a look around and see just what your future holds. You're probably not going to like it." With that Zachariah disappeared, leaving Dean once again on his own.
A/N: "The End" was one of my favorite episodes in Season 5. Jensen was absolutely amazing in it, Misha had me laughing, and Jared stole the show at the end with his Lucifer scene. This note isn't important just thought I'd throw my opinion out there. *smiles* Thanks for reading, and again, please let me know what you think!