Of course, none of them were watching T.V. or had watched T.V. all day. They missed the part about leaders of the world powers being assassinated by the hands of the CIA. They missed the part about the President of the United States and his family being assassinated in retaliation, which had only happened one hour before. That was it; that was the trigger. The world began to riot, bombs began to fly. The missiles with the chemical agents were released. Cas hadn't anticipated any of this happening until tomorrow morning. Of course, humans were always unpredictable.
When the missile landed, the toxic gas spread out like a shockwave in all directions. Anything alive in its path began to burn. Skin melted and came off in patches or split open. Blood squirted out from the human sprinkler systems. The screams of pain were in a deafening chorus as people tried to run but felt their limbs falling off. Their feet and legs disintegrated underneath them. Soon the same scenario would play out all over the world.
The trio in bed began to hear sirens, followed by screaming. Chalice lived so far away from civilization, but they could hear the screams anyway; the screams of thousands of people dying simultaneously, the screams of millions, the screams of the earth dying. All three of them opened their eyes wide, and all they could hear was the sound of their heartbeat in their ears. The three of them stopped in sheer terror, but only for a second. It wasn't supposed to happen yet.
"Faster, we have to go faster," Chalice panted.
The three of them looked at each other lovingly one last time then they shut their eyes tight. They didn't want to see the people that they love in agonizing pain, so they knew they would not be opening their eyes again. Then the men began to pump her hard. She was still sopping wet. She grouped their muscular arms. Dean leaned over far enough to lick the side of her face and bite her ear. She squeezed Sam's ass and licked his throat.
Two minutes left. Within seconds it felt as though someone had poured gallons of acid over their nude bodies. They screamed out as their flesh burned. They could fill their skin rip open and the blood gush out. Yet the intense agony on the outside was numbed by the overwhelming ecstasy that they still felt inside. They were fully conscious of everything that was happening, but it felt like they were in a dream, like it couldn't be real. All three of them tried to open their eyes at one point, because of the morbid human instinct to witness carnage. But they were unable to open their eyes…did their eyelids melt shut? Or perhaps their eyeballs just melted out altogether.
Sam and Dean wondered if the chemicals were affecting Chalice since she had been immune to the self-inflicted violence against her body before. They both clutched at her body for comfort, but realized that her flesh was coming off in their hands. Soon they realize the skin was coming off of their hands as well. But they could still feel Chalice's consciousness in their heads beckoning them to continue the ritual. Somehow they had enough control over their bodies that they were both still able to pump her fiendishly, all the while concerned that their groins were going to melt off next. Being in the sandwich position did seem to protect their most tender organs, at least for a few seconds longer. Blood drenched the bed and began to drip onto the floor.
Two seconds left. The pain married with the pleasure, compounding, compressing the intensity. One second left, then the explosion. All three of them came at the same time as planned. The men ejaculated. They released everything: semen, pain, memories, life, this mortal coil. They yelled out in the ultimate release, not only of their pain but of their bodies and their lives. Their yells were gurgled with their blood and their throats caving in onto themselves. All the three of them could feel was a peaceful white light covering everything, everything became milky white. The men were still inside Chalice as the last of their flesh melted. Three skeletons lay on the bed connected by their liquefied organic matter. It was all mixed together. The chemical toxins would eventually disintegrate the skeletons as well. Sam and Dean's skeletons remained strong while Chalice's skeleton began to dissolve almost immediately…so much for her being indestructible.
Within hours the entire world fell silent. Every man, woman, child and baby was reduced to nothing more than melted flesh and half formed skeletons. People hiding in bomb shelters were not safe. No animals were safe. Anyone or anything that breathed the contaminated air on earth was killed. It was hypothesized that some plants and cockroaches would be able to survive this attack. It really didn't matter now, because no one was there to document it.
Back in Chalice's room, the blood from the bed stopped dripping. When Chalice's bones dissolved, it left a pale iridescent residue. The residue slowly began to form into droplets. Like watching droplets of water roll down the edge of a surface, but instead these small droplets began to run up hill and onto Sam and Dean's skeletons. Gradually these droplets collected over each of the bones; more and more of the droplets continued to collect until both skeletons were covered. The blood did a reverse flow from the floor to the bed back into their bodies. The flesh was somehow being rebuilt, slowly. Eventually all the organic matter that had melted onto the bed was covering Sam and Dean's reformed bodies, including Chalice's DNA.
Dean's eyes opened before it was time. He gasped for air. He was conscious that he was nude. He was facing Sam, who was still unconscious and also nude. Dean's first thought was , "Yuck!" and his second thought was "Where's Chalice?"
"I'm inside of you Dean, I'm inside of both of you," he heard Chalice's voice say in his head. "You aren't supposed to be awake yet."
Dean tried to get up, but he tumbled to the ground. He curled up in the fetal position, writhing in pain on the floor. "So is this what being Godlike is supposed to feel like?" he asked Chalice inside his head. He was pissed.
"Your body has been rebuilt to its former state, but your bones and muscles are still regaining strength. You need sleep…all will be revealed soon. Please rest now, my love, I will always be with you," Chalice whispered to him as she caressed and stroked his soul. Dean exhaled and felt himself relax instantly. He closed his eyes.