A/N: Here is the next chapter for you all! Hope you all enjoy!
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Dean looks around them and raises him arms, "Well, Sam, so much for trying to talk to monsters, huh?"
Sam gave Dean a look, not wanting to hear his 'I told you so' tone. "Just, what do we do now?"
Dean rubbed the back of his neck and turned to Sam and Natalie, "You know what I'm doing? Leaving."
A lady soon appears and tries to take another swing at Sam, who was able to block the hit. Natalie jumped back, her eyes widening towards the woman. "Lady, what the hell?" Sam questioned.
"You are brilliant, brilliant..."
Sam rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, "Yeah. A coward. You already said that. But I got news for you. I am not a doctor."
The woman's eyes soften with sympathy and disbelief. "Don't say that. You are the finest cerebrovascular neurosurgeon I have ever met." Natalie blinked at the woman's words and stared at her questioningly. "So that girl died on your table. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. Sometimes people just die."
Natalie looked up at Sam, seeing the annoyed look on his face. His hand rubbed down his cheek and he sighed. "I have no idea what you're saying to me."
"You're afraid. You're afraid to operate again. And you're afraid to love." The woman began to sob and soon turns, leaving the three of them.
Natalie smirked and looked over at Sam, who caught her gaze. "What?"
Natalie bit down on her lip and laughed. She changed her posture who resemble the woman, "You're afraid to operate and to love." Natalie said, over dramatizing her words.
Sam stared at Natalie, clearly not amused and Natalie could tell. She dropped the act and raised her hands in defense, though her smile was still noticeable. "Let's just get out of here." Sam said.
The three of them quickly begin to make their way down the hallway. "Hey. Doctor." A man calls out to Dean who stops and turns to him. "My wife needs that face transplant."
Dean's face went blank for a split second, "Okay. You know what, pal? None of this is real, and your wife doesn't need jack squat. Okay?" Dean turns back around to Sam and Natalie, continuing their walk down the hallway.
"Hey, Doctor." The sound of a gunshot resonated throughout the hallway stopping the three of them in their tracks. Sam and Natalie turn to look at Dean, when he suddenly slumps down onto his knees. Dean grabs a hold of Sam and Natalie's arms, "Real—it's real"
Natalie grabs a hold of Dean's arm and looked at his back only to find blood beginning to seep through the injury. "Oh my god, Dean!"
Sam takes a look at the injury and soon began to feel himself panic. "No, no, no, no—hey! We need a doctor!" Sam called out frantically.
The scene suddenly changes to Dean lying face down on an operating table. He sees nothing but several white tennis shoes and he realizes that he wasn't on any anesthesia. Sam and Natalie stood on either side of Dean, both of them dressed in their operating scrubs.
Natalie looks up at Sam, who was holding an absorbent cloth against Dean's injury and then began to look around her. A doctor hands a scalpel over to Sam, who stares at it questioningly. "What?"
Natalie looks back over at the two doctors who were exchanging confused glances at each other. "Sam. Do something. Come on." Dean said.
Sam leans over and speaks in an undertone, "I don't know how to use any of this crap."
"Well then figure it out." Dean replied.
Sam straightened his back and grins awkwardly at the other doctors before fixing his stare on Natalie. The two of them stare at each other, trying to make sense of what the other was thinking.
"Sam. Come on. I'm waiting."
Sam looks up at the other doctors, knowing that he has to do something instead of just standing here. "Um. I need a penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needle and a fifth of whiskey." Everyone in the room stands in place, giving Sam confused looks. "Stat!" Everyone soon starts to move trying to gather the supplies.
Natalie leans down towards Dean, "How are you doing?" She immediately cringe, thinking herself as stupid for even asking that question.
Dean laughed, "Oh yeah, I'm doing great. Except for the fact that I have a damn bullet wound in my back!" Dean silently exclaimed.
Natalie immediately straightened up and bit the inside of her cheek. "Sorry, stupid question. Just trying to spark up a conversation here."
"Spark up a conversation? Nad, I've been shot..."
Natalie raised her hands in surrender. "All right, I get it. Sorry. Don't need to get all testy." Natalie could hear Dean mumble under his breath and she smirked.
The assistants quickly gathered the supplies and placed them on a small tray near Sam. Natalie and Sam stare at each other for moment, Sam takes a deep breath then picked up the bottle of whiskey and pours some of the liquid on Dean's wound. He picks up the dental floss and quickly cuts himself a piece.
Natalie watches, with surprised eyes, as Sam begins to mend Dean's wound. There was never any doubt that Sam and Dean had to patch themselves up during hunts. But, she had never been able to actually see it happen. In all honesty, she was kind of amused by it.
"We okay? How's it looking?" Dean finally asked.
"Yep. You'll be fine." Sam assured.
The lighting in the room soon began to change and the room began to change it's texture. Natalie looked up and was surprised to find herself in a completely different setting. She was in a room, that looked like a sitting room. The lighting was dimmed and the furniture was worn down. The one peculiar thing was that it was quiet...very quiet.
Natalie quickly looked around her, surrounded by this worn down furniture and silence. "Dean? Sam?" Natalie called out, her eyes continuing to scan the room. "Where am I?" The lights began to flicker only to stop suddenly.
"Don't worry. Nothing is of great danger to you here."
Natalie froze and slowly turned around, seeing the Trickster standing before her with a cheeky grin on his face. Just seeing him was causing her annoyance and impatience to reach above it's limit. The smile on his face told her that he was enjoying every minute of this. "What is this place?"
The Trickster looked around him and nodded in approval. "You like it? I figured that I would give you a little...breather. A time out per say."
Natalie eyed him warily, "Why? Why did you take me out of the game?"
The Trickster looked at her with a confused look, "Oh no honey you are still in the game. I just thought you and I could have a, one-on-one talk."
"And, why would you want to talk with me?" Natalie asked cautiously.
The Trickster shrugged, "Just wanted to ask you a question." He raised his arms and then allowed them to drop to his sides. "Why are you hanging around with those boys? I mean why would a woman like yourself, want to tag along with the Winchesters?"
Natalie shifted her weight from side to side, her arms folding over her chest. "I think that it's none of your business."
The Trickster smiled and pointed at her, "I mean I have to admit those boys can be...interesting at times, so I somewhat understand. I mean tagging along with them, you are caught up in this tail spin going on out there. Why not just leave?"
Natalie scoffed, "Even if I wanted to leave I can never get out of this. Whether I like it or not, I am apart of what is happening. And I would never leave Sam and Dean like that."
The Trickster placed his hand over his heart pretending to be touched. "That is so wonderful. But, I want to know the whole story, so let's go."
"And what makes you think that I would ever tell you anything? You must be pretty clueless then, if you brought me here just to ask me about this." Natalie could see a smug look begin to form on the Trickster's face and she could feel herself becoming annoyed. She was annoyed with the fact that he didn't seem to take her seriously.
The Trickster shrugged, "Hmmm. Just thought that I would try and give it a shot. Try and get to know you better."
"Why? Why all of a sudden take this interest in me? Your reason can't just be that I am tagging along with them." Natalie questioned.
"You, are a very tough cookie to crack. I have to say that I admire that actually." The Trickster finally admitted. "But, I have my own reasons for wanting to know more about you." Natalie continued to eye the Trickster and he sighed. "Tell you what, go ahead and walk out that door. It'll take you back to Sam and Dean. But, think about our little chat. Who knows...I might be back for the full conversation." The Trickster snapped his fingers and disappeared.
Natalie looked around quickly only to find that she was indeed alone. She let out a deep sigh and her posture slumped. Turning around, she found the door that the Trickster had talk about. At first, she was hesitant about opening the door. For all she knows, it could be some sort of weird trap the Trickster had set up for her.
Well, what else am I supposed to do? Natalie grabbed the door knob, took a breath and then stepped through the door. She found herself standing in a different setting with a large metal door before her. Suddenly, the doors slid open and Natalie walked out onto a stage with clapping surrounding her. Her eyes fixed upon a large audience and she saw Sam and Dean on either side, standing on some sort of platform.
"Sam? Dean?" Natalie asked, her brows furrowed in confusion.
Sam and Dean turned, their eyes widening in surprise. The host of the game show slowly walked over to Natalie, eyeing her up and down. Natalie caught onto this, giving the host a hardened glare. The host gave her one last look before turning and walking away.
Natalie continued to eye him and slowly walked in between Sam and Dean. "So, you guys have been here the whole time."
"Yeah, where have you been?" Dean asked quickly.
"The damn Trickster stuck me in this room, called it a time-out. He wanted to talk to me for some reason." Natalie shrugged her shoulders and looked around the set. "So, what do we do now?"
"We play our roles." Sam said.
Natalie leaned in closer, "What do you mean play our roles?"
"Whatever roles we are given. We need to play them. To survive. It's the only way we can get out of this." Sam finished.
The setting around them began to change once again. Natalie finds herself standing on a yoga mat, surrounded by other people, attending a yoga class. She looked around, not finding Sam or Dean anywhere. Of course, why would the Trickster make them do yoga? Natalie stood in place, watching as everyone around her continuing their yoga exercises. Alright, play your role.
Natalie sighed, closed her eyes and slowly bent down to stretch out her back. She could the tension in her back beginning to loosen and she sighed in relief.
"I've got genital herpes."
Natalie's eyes immediately shot open, her head looking up at the yoga instructor. Her brows furrowed she looked at the people around her, seeing that they didn't seem phased by what she had said.
"I've got genital herpes."
Natalie could the voice of an older man, though she couldn't exactly see where he was. It only took her a few seconds to realize that this was supposed to be some sort of commercial...for genital herpes.
"I've got...genital herpes."
Another voice came through with a hesitation towards the end. It didn't take long for Natalie to figure out that it was Sam and she couldn't help the smirk that appeared.
"I try to be responsible."
"Did I try."
"But now—I take twice-daily Herpexia to reduce my chances...of passing it on."
"Ask your doctor about using Herpexia." The yoga instructor finished.
"Patients should always consult with a physician before using Herpexia. Possible side effects include headache, diarrhea, permanent erectile dysfunction, thoughts of suicide, and nausea." Natalie could feel her face begin to heat up from the laughing that she was trying to hold back. Instead, she tried to keep her focus on maintaining her pose.
"I am doing all I can to slightly lessen the spread of—of genital herpes. And that's a good thing." Natalie heard Sam finish, hearing the uncomfortable annoyance in his voice. The laughs she had been holding back slowly came out as strained chokes. I am never going to let Sam live this down.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean lightly exclaimed looking over at the woman in the bikini, standing in the doorway of his bedroom.
Sam walks over to the woman, "Uh, I am really, sorry, but, we've got work to do." He walked her over to the door.
"But we did do work! In depth." The woman said to Dean. Sam opens the door, showing Natalie on the other side. Natalie looks at the woman in the bikini with a surprised look and steps aside, allowing the woman to leave. Natalie walks in through the door, a fake smile was on her lips.
Dean walked closer to Sam and Natalie, "How long to we have to keep doing this?" He said through his smile.
"I don't know." Sam admitted. There was an applause from the audience. "Maybe forever?" Sam added. There was laughing that came from the audience. "We might even die here." Sam finished grimly.
The audience laughed once again causing Dean to turn to them, "How was that funny? Vultures."
The door opens and Castiel walks in with several minor injuries and an applause erupted. The three of them looked over at Castiel, all of them taken aback from his appearance.
"You okay?" Dean asked.
Castiel turned to them, a frantic look in his eyes. "I don't have much time."
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"I got out."
Natalie looked at Castiel, "You got out from where?"
Castiel looked around him quickly and turned back to them."Listen to me. Something is not right. This thing is much more powerful than it should be."
Dean looked confusingly at Castiel, "What thing...you mean the Trickster?"
"If it is a trickster."
Sam looked between Dean and Natalie. "What do you mean?"
Castiel is then flung back against the wall as the Trickster appears through the door. "Hello!" He called out, signaling applause from the audience.
Castiel gets up and turns around to them, his mouth though had been duct taped shut. "Thank you." Castiel glares at the Trickster who offers him a smile. "Hi, Castiel!" The Trickster gestures towards Castiel, who then vanishes.
"You know him?" Sam asked.
"Where did you just send him?" Dean chimed in.
The Trickster turns to them, letting out an annoyed sigh. "Don't worry, he'll live...maybe."
Dean glared at the Trickster, "All right, you know what? I am done with the monkey dance, okay? We get it."
The Trickster looked at Dean curiously, "Yeah? Get what, hotshot?"
"Playing our roles, right? That's your game."
The Trickster let out a small laugh, "That's only half the game."
"What's the other half?" Sam asked.
"Play your roles out there." The Trickster confirmed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked.
"Oh, you know. Sam starring as Lucifer. Dean starring as Michael. Your celebrity death match. Play your roles." The Trickster said, emphasizing the last few words.
"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches?" Sam questioned.
"Hells yeah. Let's light this candle!" The Trickster exclaimed.
Natalie stared at him and scoffed, "You are truly crazy, you know that?"
The Trickster shrugged at Natalie's words, "I think I can handle being crazy."
"But, if we say yes, the world will end." Sam pressed.
"Yeah? And whose fault is that? Who popped Lucifer out of the box? Hm?" Natalie's glare hardened and her arms tense at her side. Dean took a side glance at her seeing the tension that was building and grabbed a hold of her arm, instantly calming her. "Look, it's started. You started it. It can't be stopped. So let's get it over with!"
Sam and Natalie's glares remained fixed on the Trickster. "Heaven or hell, which side are you on?" Dean finally asked.
"I'm not on either side." He confirmed.
"Yeah, right. You're grabbing ankle for Michael or Lucifer. Which one is it?" Dean continued to press on.
"You listen to me, you arrogant dick." The three of them stared in surprise at the sudden change of mood from the Trickster. "I don't work for either of those S.O.B.s. Believe me."
Dean's eyes gazed at the Trickster and then his face lit up in realization. "Oh, you're somebody's bitch, then."
The Trickster continued to glare at Dean, giving him a forced smile, then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slams him into the wall. Natalie goes towards them, when Sam puts his arm in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.
"Don't you ever, ever presume to know what I am. Now listen very closely. Here's what's gonna happen." The Trickster took a quick glance back to Sam and Natalie then looked back at Dean. "You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you."
Sam hesitated for a moment but then decided to press a little more. "And if we don't?"
A huge grin appeared on the Trickster's face, "Then you'll stay here in TV Land. Forever. Three hundred channels and, uh, nothing's on." The Trickster then snapped his fingers. Natalie only had time to sigh in annoyance, knowing they would have to go through yet another scenario.
Dean, Natalie and Sam stand behind a crime-scene tape, watching as everyone begins to take care of evidence surrounding the dead body they were currently looking at.
Dean looked down at his outfit and then gazed around his setting. "Oh, come on."
A police officer ducks under the crime scene tape and stands before them. "So, what do you think?"
Dean pointed at the officer, "What do I think?" He asked irritably. "I think go screw yourself, that's what I think."
Sam was quick to react and turned towards the officer, "Uh, could you give us a sec, please? Thanks." The officer slowly nods before leaving. Sam turned towards Dean, "You gotta calm down."
Dean looked up at Sam with a surprised look. "Calm down? I am wearing sunglasses at night."
Natalie looked down at her outfit and began to briefly examine the clothes. "You know something, I actually kind of like it. I mean these clothes look pretty good on me." Dean looked over at Natalie, giving her a look. Natalie rolled her eyes, "Sorry. Fine they aren't nice clothes."
Dean sighs and yanks off his sunglasses. "You know who wears sunglasses at night? No-talent douchebags." Sam simply nods in agreement, though Natalie was still to busy admiring her outfit. "I hate this game. I hate that we're in a procedural cop show and you wanna know why? Because I hate procedural cop shows. There's like three hundred of them on television and they're all the freaking same. It's ooh, plane crashed here...oh, shut up."
Natalie looked up and smirked, having heard Dean's entire rant. "Geeze, Dean. Didn't think you felt so strongly about this."
Sam looked over at the crime scene and soon notices something and takes off his sunglasses . "Hey."
Dean and Natalie both turn to look where Sam was motioning towards. "Check out sweet tooth over there." Sam added. The three of them see an officer sucking a lollipop.
Dean considered this for a moment, "You think that's him?"
Sam takes and turns to Dean and Natalie, "Just, um, both of you follow my lead."
"You boys can handle this one. I think I might just stay quiet for my part." Natalie offered.
Sam walks under the tape, holding it up for Dean and Natalie to get under and they make their way over to the body. Natalie looks over at Sam and Dean just as they put on their sunglasses, she shook her head in amusement.
The officer approached them once again, "You, uh, okay?" He said, kneeling down next to the body.
"Yeah. What do we got?" Dean asked.
The officer sighed, looking back down at the body. "Well, aside from the ligature marks around his neck, he has what appears to be rolls of quarters jammed down his throat."
Dean takes off his sunglasses, taking out a flashlight and takes a closer look at the body. Sam also takes off his sunglasses. "Well I say, jackpot." Natalie pressed her lips into a thin line, hoping to hold back her laugh. Sam put his sunglasses back on and quickly nudged Natalie in the side with his elbow, having heard her snickering.
The officer snorted in amusement and looks back at the body, "Also, there is a stab wound to the lower abdomen." The officer indicates the wound with his lollipop.
Dean grabs a stick and begins to poke at the hole through the shirt, only to get the tip of the stick covered in blood. He then puts his sunglasses back on, "Well I say, no guts, no glory."
"Get that guy a tums." Sam said.
Dean nodded and leaned towards Sam, "Gutter ball."
The officer begins to laugh, causing Natalie to stare at him amusingly. Dean comes around behind the officer with the stick he had sharpened earlier. The officer turned towards Dean, who then drives the stick through the chest. The officer collapses, struggling to breathe from his injury. No one else noticed what had happened except for one extra who quickly morphed into the Trickster.
He begins to laugh tauntingly at them, "You've got the wrong guy, idiots."
Dean stared at the Trickster, "Did we really?"
Sam comes up behind the Trickster and drives the stick through his back. Their setting returns to the warehouse they had entered earlier and the Trickster falls to the ground, the stick still embedded in his back.
Natalie was laid out on the bed, her attention focused primarily on her phone. Marina had sent her quite a few messages and she felt that it was time to go through them. She was just glad that the whole mess with the Trickster was over with.
Dean finished brushing his teeth and spits into the sink. "I'm worried though. What that SOB did to Cas. You know, where is he?" Dean walked out of the bathroom, seeing Natalie on the bed but no sign of Sam. "Nad?"
Natalie hummed in response, though she was still focused on her phone. "Where's Sam?" Dean asked. She set her phone down and sat up on the bed, looking around the room. "I-I don't know." Dean and Natalie remained quiet, their minds finally coming to their senses. Dean then walked over to the bed, grabbing his jacket before heading for the door. Natalie quickly got up from the bed and followed Dean.
They head for the Impala, Dean trying to call Sam to see where he was at. Dean gets in the drivers seat while Natalie gets in the passenger seat. "Sam. It's me. Where the hell did you go?" Dean leaves the message before shutting his phone.
"Dean?"
Natalie and Dean freeze and begin to look around the car, looking for Sam. It was his voice, they weren't imagining it. Dean gazed over at Natalie, who was just as equally confused. "Sam? Where are you?"
"I don't know."
Natalie's eyes averted to the dashboard, noticing a red light that flashes in the same time as Sam's words. Dean follows her gaze to the exact same spot.
"Oh, crap. I don't think we killed the Trickster."
Natalie leaned back and sunk down in her seat. Her hands flew up to her face and she let out a frustrated grunt. "When will it end?" She mumbled against her hands.
Dean drives the Impala down a rural road that was surrounded by trees on both sides. Natalie gazed out the window, extremely pissed that this whole thing with the Trickster wasn't over. They had still had to deal with this TV Land crap.
"Alright, so stake didn't work. So, what, this is another trick?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. Maybe the stake didn't work because it's not a trickster."
Dean's brows furrowed, though his eyes concentrated on the road. "What do you mean?"
"You heard Cas. He said this thing was too powerful to be a trickster."
"And did you notice the way he looked at Cas? Almost like he knew him."
"And how pissed he got when you brought up Michael and Lucifer."
"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered.
Natalie turned to look at him, "What?" Both her and Sam asked.
Dean began to nod his head slowly, "I think I know what we're dealing with here."
"That's good. The sooner we figure this out, the quicker we can get out of TV Land." Natalie looked down at the dashboard and a smirk began to grow on her lips. "You know it's kind of—no it is amusing. Seeing Sam as a car."
"It's not that funny, Nad."
Natalie snickered at Sam's response, "I find it quite amusing actually, Sam."
"Yeah, alright, laugh it all up, Nad."
The Impala was parked at the entrance to a park. Dean was rummaging through the trunk, while Natalie leaned against the front of the car.
"Uh, Dean?"
"What?"
"That, uh, feels really uncomfortable."
Dean makes a face and then slams the trunk shut. "Ow. You sure this is gonna work?"
Dean walks back over to the front of the Impala. "No, but I have no other ideas." Dean takes a breath and looks up at the sky, "All right, you son of a bitch! Uncle! We'll do it."
"Should I honk?" Natalie peers down at the car, her smirk beginning to return.
"Wow. Sam. Get a load of the rims on you." Dean and Natalie look up to see the Trickster walking towards the car. "Eat. Me."
The Trickster grins and walks back in front of Dean, "Alright, boys. Ready to go quietly?"
"Not just yet." Dean said. The Trickster stared at him timidly. "Nobody's going anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs."
"What's the difference? Satan's gonna ride his ass one way or another." The Trickster replied.
Natalie stepped away from the Impala and stood next to Dean, their glares burning into the Trickster. He rolls his eyes and then snaps his fingers. The passenger car door opens and Sam gets out. "Happy?"
Dean looks over at the Trickster, ready to ask him one more thing. "Tell me one thing. Why didn't the stake kill you?"
"I am the Trickster."
"Or maybe not." Sam holds up a flaming lighter and tosses it down. A ring of fire soon springs up around the Trickster. "Maybe you've always been an angel."
The Trickster looked at Dean incredulously. "What? Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake, kid?"
Dean smirks faintly, "I'll tell you what." Dean motions towards the ring of fire. "You just jump out of that holy fire and we'll call it our mistake."
The Trickster begins to laugh, trying to find his way out of this. But, his smile soon fades, he knows that he has been caught and there was no escaping. The setting returns to the warehouse...from the actual reality.
The Trickster begins to clap, a deep frown on his face. "Well played boys, and lady. Where'd you get the holy oil?"
Dean shrugged and motioned over towards Sam. "Well, you might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass."
The Trickster smirked and hung his head. His arms raised in question, "Where'd I screw up?"
"You didn't. Nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did." Sam answered.
"Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon." Dean added.
The Trickster raised an eyebrow, "Meaning?"
"Well, let's just say, that seriously nobody gets that angry unless they were talking about they're family. So that was your biggest mistake." Natalie chimed in.
"So which one are you? Grumpy, Sneezy, or Douchey?" Sam asked.
The Trickster sighed in defeat, "Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel."
"Wait a minute, you mean the archangel Gabriel." Sam asked.
Gabriel raised his arms, "Guilty."
"Okay, Gabriel. How does an archangel become a trickster?" Dean asked curiously."
"My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. Till you two..." Gabriel pointed at Sam and Dean accusingly. "...screwed it all up."
"What did Daddy say when you ran off and joined the pagans?" Dean questioned.
"Daddy doesn't say anything about anything." Gabriel replied back, a slight edge to his tone had become apparent.
"Then what happened? Why'd you ditch?" Sam questioned.
Dean turned to Sam, pointing towards Gabriel, "Do you blame him? I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douchenozzles."
"Shut your cakehole. You don't know anything about my family." Gabriel bit back. "I love my father, my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it! Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again."
Natalie allowed her gaze to drop, she understood where Gabriel was coming from. Like it or not, there were similarities that she shared with him. Having a brother and a dysfunctional family, though of course she never experienced what he had seen. But, still there was that hint of understanding that she had of the situation.
"Then help us stop it." Sam agonized with Gabriel.
"It can't be stopped."
"You wanna see the world end?" Dean asked.
Gabriel sighed in frustration, "I want it to be over! I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other thanks to you two! Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins, I just want it to be over."
Sam stepped forward slightly, "It doesn't have to be like that. There has to be some way to, pull the plug."
Gabriel laughed at Sam's remark, "You do not know my family. What you guys call apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't a war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You'd think you'd be able to relate."
Sam casted Gabriel a confused look, "What are you talking about?"
Gabriel shook his head sadly, "You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels?" Sam and Dean look at each other but remain silent. "Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you two! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other."
Dean blinked a couple of times, trying to process the information. "What the hell are you saying?"
"Why do you think I've always taken an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always."
There was a long pause that ensued between the four of them. Dean and Sam were trying to process all of this and Natalie froze in place, her eyes roaming the ground. As much as she hated to admit it, all of it made sense. Everything made sense.
"No. That's not gonna happen." Dean finally said.
"I'm sorry. But it is." Gabriel sighs and looks between the brothers. "Guys. I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow...but this is real, and it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's gotta be."
Gabriel's eyes looked over the three of them, neither of them knowing what to say. His eyes settled upon Natalie, who looked beyond stunned by the news. "What about you little missy? What do you think about all of this?"
Natalie looked up at Gabriel, her eyes showing nothing but shock. Her head began to slowly shake, "No. It's not going to happen."
Gabriel's brows quirked, "Oh, but it will happen...it has to happen."
Natalie's gaze hardened. "No, I don't think you understand. It's not going to happen."
Gabriel relented and broke his gaze from her. He looked over at Sam and Dean, "So. Boys. Now what? We just gonna stand here for the rest of eternity?"
"Well, first of all, you're gonna bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him." Dean demanded.
"Oh am I."
"Yeah." Dean said. "Or we're going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep fry ourselves an archangel." Gabriel snaps his fingers and Castiel appears.
"Cas, you okay?" Dean asked.
"I'm fine." Castiel walked towards Gabriel, his gaze hardening. "Hello, Gabriel."
"Hey, bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful, right?" Gabriel taunted. Castiel remains silent, only intent on glaring at him.
"Okay, we're out of here. Let's go." Dean turns and walks away. Natalie and Sam follow closely behind him.
"Uh. Okay. Guys?" All of them continue their walk, not paying any attention to Gabriel. "So, so what? You're just gonna leave me here forever?"
Dean stops at the door and turns back to Gabriel. "No. We're not, 'cause we don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record? This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family." Dean turns around and pulls the fire alarm. "Don't say I never did anything for you."
Sam, Dean and Natalie walk up to the Impala. Thankfully, it was in the same spot where they had left it. They all stand next to their sides and look at each other. "All that stuff he was spouting in there, you think it was the truth?" Dean asked.
Sam shrugged and looked back at the warehouse, "I think he believes it."
A silence soon commenced between the three of them. Sam and Dean tried to think of what they needed to do, while Natalie was still trying to sort out everything.
Natalie looked up at them and cleared her throat, "So, what do we do now?"
Sam looks at Natalie and shakes his head, "I don't know."
Dean taps his fingers on the top of the car, his mind began to drift off. "Well I'll tell you both one thing. Right about now I wish I was back in a TV show."
Sam nodded in agreement, "Yeah, me too."
Natalie took in a deep breath and opened the car door. "Let's just get out of here." She slid into the back seat and closed the door. Dean and Sam give each other a look before getting into the car.
So I decided to just finish it all in one big chapter! So how did you guys like it?! Don't forget to drop me a review! Xx