Sorry this update took me a little while. Was having a hard time deciding what to write! Here it is finally!
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Chapter 34
A spray of coffee shot across the room and Bobby made a sound like he was choking. Sam stared at his brother in shock.
"You talked to God?"
"Yup."
"The God?"
"Yup."
"And then you tried to beat the hell out of Him?"
"No! He told me who He was, then I tried beating the crap out of Him, and then we talked."
"Dean, you're unbelievable."
"What? I was pissed!"
Dean sat in Bobby's living room and was recounting his story of meeting God. Sam was shaking his head in shock at Dean's actions. Bobby was also shaking his head in disbelief while Ellen sat nearby to make sure he didn't choke to death.
Everyone had been surprised when Dean had returned to Bobby's so soon. What they hadn't been prepared for was his reason why.
"So," Bobby said as he cleared his throat, "You're saying God gave you a sword to defeat Lucifer with?"
Dean nodded. "That about sums it up."
"And Chuck is going to contact you to tell you where Lucifer is?" Sam said slowly.
"That's what He said."
Bobby shot a glance over at the sword that was propped up against the couch next to Dean.
"And He gave you a sword to fight with?" Bobby said incredulously.
Dean glanced down at it and nodded.
"Yeah."
"A sword?"
"What? What's wrong with the sword?"
"I don't have a problem with the sword itself. It's the idea of you using the damn thing that scares me!"
Dean scowled. "I can use a sword!"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah!"
"We'll see about that."
* * *
Several hours later Dean was staggering up the stairs and dragging the sword behind him. He finally made it into his room and groaned as he dropped the sword on the floor and fell face first into the bed. He heard someone come into the room behind him and chuckle.
"So how was the sword training?" He heard Sam snicker.
"Bobby sucks," Came Dean's muffled reply.
"Guess he forgot to mention that he was the fencing champion in his unit in the army, huh?"
"The bastard did mention it after he kicked my ass for over an hour!"
He heard Sam laugh again as he sat down on the bed next to him.
"Hey, he's just trying to help."
"Yeah yeah. I know. Kicking my ass is a big help!"
"Well… you know Lucifer is going to be tough to beat… he's just trying to prepare you…"
Dean looked up at Sam and could see the worry on his face.
"Hey," Dean said trying to sound upbeat. "We're going to win this."
Sam looked down at his hands and smiled sadly.
"And how do you know that, Dean? I mean… I know you talked to God and everything… but… if we were supposed to win then why did all this have to happen in the first place? Why did so many people have to die when He knew what was going on the whole time?"
Dean sat up at this point and sighed. He shook his head slowly.
"Man, I don't know. I mean… everything that's happened has been pretty crappy… we've had to give up a lot of things… I tried asking Him why and all He had to say was that it was all about 'free will' and the choices we make. That He can't interfere because it would take that away from us."
"But He's helping us now. I mean… why now? After all the people who have died and all the suffering that's gone on… why is He stepping in now? What's changed?"
Dean shook his head and felt his stomach knot at the question.
"I don't know, Sammy. And I'd love to find out… but unfortunately for us we just don't have the time.
* * *
It was a beautiful day. Dean was resting comfortably in his Adirondack chair on the dock and he carefully watched the bobber in the water, waiting for it to alert him to the fish he caught. It was an early fall morning and the leaves on the trees were turning into vibrant reds and oranges and yellows. Mountains could be seen looming in the background. A loon flew across the lake to land on the other side. It was beautiful. Peaceful.
"Its places like these that I always enjoyed creating," God said thoughtfully. "Here I could create such wonders, simple, yet always breathtaking."
"Dad took me and Sam here when I was 8," Dean said quietly. "He knew someone who had a camp and we got to stay here for a whole month. Best time of our lives."
"Your father wanted to keep you boys here. But another lead came up and he felt he had no other choice but to pursue it."
"And why didn't you help him?"
"Who says I didn't?"
Dean looked over at God. He was sitting in the chair next to Dean, His face as calm as always.
"Why didn't you axe that demon?" Dean asked almost accusingly. "A lot of lives could have been saved."
God smiled patiently at Dean. "You eventually killed the demon yourself, Dean."
"Well, yeah. After Dad had to sell his soul and I sold mine for Sam."
"And it all came together in the end, didn't it?"
"No offense, God, but that was a pretty crappy way for it to all 'come together.'"
God said nothing, but chuckled to himself. The two sat silently for a few minutes and stared out at the water.
"Why me?"
"Why not you?"
"Come on. I think I deserve one straight answer!"
"And I will give you one when you ask the right question."
Dean huffed in annoyance. "Fine. Why did you pick me to defeat Lucifer? Why not Sam? Sam's a heel of a lot better person than I am. He's the one who's always been praying and having faith and all that. He's the one you should be having save the world."
"Sam's role is no lesser than your own, Dean. You cannot defeat Lucifer without him. He has a part to play that will aid you to complete your task."
"Alright. But that still doesn't answer my question."
God paused for a moment as He thought carefully.
"You were chosen, Dean, because of all my children that I have put on this Earth, you were the one I knew could carry the burden that the one I chose would be forced to carry."
The calm smile God had once had on His face faded and a look of sadness filled His eyes.
"Many individuals in your place would have fallen by the trials they had to face. Many would have given up long ago. Or they would have let the horrors they had seen turn them into something that could be barely recognized as human."
Dean felt a lump form in his throat and tears beginning to sting his eyes.
"I did let it turn me, though," Dean said quietly. "You know what I did in Hell."
God nodded slowly and Dean saw a single tear slip down His face.
"I saw what you did in Hell, Dean. And I am sorry that you had to face such horrors. If there had been any other way I would never have let that occur. But you had to go through the fires and torments of Hell, Dean. It was when you emerged that your true persona was shown to everyone. That even though you suffered and committed the acts you did, that experience did not define who you are. You did not bring the dark creature you became with you when you were brought back. You were a righteous man that continually sought to atone for your transgressions."
At these words God reached over and gently laid his hand on top of Dean's and smiled.
"I forgave you long ago, Dean Winchester. And I heard every one of your cries for salvation. You need not ever fear that you are not forgiven."
Dean closed his eyes and the tears he had tried to fight back escaped down his face. Despite this he felt as if someone had lifted a huge weight from his shoulders. God smiled warmly and squeezed his hand gently before standing up.
"I will be going now, Dean, and will give you time to get your rest. It will be time for you to wake up soon."
Dean wiped his face with his sleeve and nodded quickly. God started to turn to walk away, but paused after He seemed to think of something.
"By the way… what do you think of the sword I gave you?"
Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"No offense, God, but I don't know how the heck you expect me to defeat Lucifer with that thing."
God chuckled and smiled broadly.
"Then perhaps I should give you something that is more suited to you. When you wake up go and check your bag. You'll find what you need in there."
And then God was gone. And Dean sat alone on the dock.
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Dean opened his eyes. He could see it was still early by how dark his room was. He rolled over and saw the clock on the nightstand read 3:17 am. Flicking on the light Dean got out of bed and went over to his bag in the corner. A quick glance around the room showed that the sword was gone and when he opened the bag he saw a medium sized wooden box that hadn't been there previously. Taking a deep breath he took the box out of the bag and carefully opened the lid. His breath caught in his throat.
There, sitting amongst the velvet lining, was a gun. And not just any gun.
It was the Colt.
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Sorry that took awhile to write! Hard to come up with ideas when you have a headache and are in a foul mood. But I feel much better and am ready to write write write! : )
Man, I can't wait for the stuff that's coming up! It's gonna be exciting! *evil grin followed by a maniacal laugh)
