Chapter 8: Revelation

It had an hour since had left and Dean had a plan. All he needed now was for a nurse to walk in. He watched TV to help the time go a little faster, but all it did was bring up questions in his mind. Would his plan work? If he did manage to get a nurse to take him outside, would he be able to over power him/ her without calling attention to himself? Thirty minutes passed before anybody even walked by his door, but instead of passing it the person walked in. Actually more like ran in frantically.

"Dean!"

Dean's eyes widened as he stared at the person standing before him. "Sam?"

The trickster's POV

While he was waiting for the right time to use Sam's mother against him, the trickster went on a gun hunt. He could just make the colt come to him, but what's the fun in that? He wanted something to take his mind off of the mistakes he made anyway.

"All of your mistakes are starting to piss off Lilith, and me too as a matter of fact," stated Alastair.

"What are you doing here?" Asked the trickster, who was also starting to get pissed off.

"A chuckle escaped the demon's lips as he said, "You know why I'm here. I would've left you alone, but you've made too many mistakes. I'm just here to make sure that you don't make anymore."

"Give me another chance and if I slip up again then follow me around where ever your black heart desires. Besides, I think I know what will make Sam break."

"Fine, but if you mess up again then… well you know the rest."

"I promise I won't disappoint you," the trickster said with a smile after Alastair left. Don't worry Sam. You'll see your dead mother very soon… very.

Bobby's POV

Bobby was sitting at home, trying to figure out what to do. It had been almost two days since Dean had showed up at his door, and now that he remembered him, he was feeling guilty that he had forgotten him. He sighed and picked up his cell phone. While he dialed Dean's number and waited for it to be answered, he tried to figure out what to say.

After it rang three times it was answered with a, "Hello?"

Bobby didn't recognize the voice so he asked, "Who is this?"

"This is Angela. Who is this?"

"My name is Neal, may I speak with Dean, please?"

Bobby heard Angela laugh on the other end. "You know this is the second time in two days someone has called me about this Dean. Well I'm sorry Neal, but you you've got the wrong number."

Bobby heard a click on the other end and closed his phone. After tossing it on the table in front of the couch he realized he was standing. He sat back down and tried to make sense of what just happened. Still confused, he picked up his phone again and dialed Sam's number.

"Hello?"

"Please tell me this is Sam."

"Yeah."

"Oh good. Sam, this is Bobby. Please tell me you know where Dean is."

"Yeah he's right in front of me."

Bobby let out a sigh of relief. "That's a relief."

Sam was about to ask why that was a relief when he realized he should tell Bobby what happened to Dean. "Um, Bobby. There's something I think you should know."

"What?" Bobby asked, a little concerned.

"I couldn't really see Dean earlier because of the trickster."

"OK," Bobby said, now more confused than concerned.

"OK, well I kind of stabbed him thinking he was the trickster," Sam said rather fast.

Bobby's eyes widened, "You what? Is he ok?"

"He's fine. He's sitting in a hospital bed, but he's fine."

"What hospital?"

"Mercy General in Sacramento. Why?"

"Just hang tight. I'm coming."

Sam's POV

After a couple seconds of not being able to breath and hearing the strangest things, Sam and Castiel both appeared in front of an ancient church. Sam looked around, trying to figure out what just happened. "What just happened, and why was I hearing all these strange voices and…" Sam felt dizzy because during his trip hear, he not only couldn't breath, it felt as though his lungs were being crushed.

"We left the parking lot, that's what happened. The reason you heard all of those voices and the reason that you felt as though you lungs were being crushed is because we passed through another dimension."

"What dimension?"

"We, the angels, call it the dimension of lost souls. It's a place where souls go when they can't make it in to heaven and they weren't evil enough to make it in to hell. We had to pass though it to get here because that is the cost of our selfishness. To see all of the souls of people who will never do anything again."

Sam was confused, "What selfishness?"

"God gave even the angels legs, Sam. The selfishness is not using them to get from one place to another." Castiel led Sam inside without another word. As they walked in they were jumped by two men. Acting faster then Sam, Castiel placed his hand on the forehead of one of them, and the man immediately widened his eyes in obvious pain. A flickering bright light emanated from his body and a moment later he lay on the ground motionless.

Sam, still wrestling the other man, or demon as he figured out, was losing terribly. Thankfully, after Castiel dropped the first demon, he helped Sam kill the second. After placing his hand on the second as he did the first, he asked, "Are you ok?

"I'm fine," Sam said, tired. "What are we doing here?"

"You'll find out soon," the angel answered. He continued down the hall with Sam close behind him. They walked though door, after door, after door until finally they stopped at a vault. Castiel extended his hand and the vault wheel started moving. Sam heard a series of clicks behind the door. After it swung open on its old hinges, a dim light flicked on.

"Come inside," Castiel said after he stepped inside.

When Sam went in it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light. When his eyes became accustom to the dim light, he saw the colt lying in the middle of a devil's trap.