A/N: So if I have went over this enough times there is only two or three more chapters left in this story. I hope you all are excited for the ending!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

"No, seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?" Dean called out, after taking a moment to take in what Sam had told him. His whole plan to say yes to Lucifer and get him in the cage, though, Dean's was exactly how Sam and Natalie thought it would be.

Sam let out a sigh. "Dean..."

"No...no, don't 'Dean' me." Dean bit back. "I mean you..you have had some stupid ideas in the past, but this..." Dean stopped and scoffed. He turned to look at Bobby. "Did you know about this?"

Bobby answered Dean with a small nod. "Well, thanks for the heads up!" Dean huffed.

Bobby gave Dean a shrug. "Hey, this aint about me."

Dean shook his head, his eyes finally settling on Natalie, who was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest. "Nad." Natalie, hesitated, as she looked up at Dean. "Did you know as well?"

Natalie looked over at Sam, before allowing her gaze to fall. "Yeah, I did."

Dean raised his arms and then dropped them by his side. "You have got to be kidding me. Why didn't any of you say anything?"

"Dean, stop. It's not their fault." Sam said, finally stepping in and taking over the conversation.

"Yeah,well, it doesn't matter." Dean looked at his brother, raising a finger towards him. "You can't do this."

Sam shrugged, not putting up an argument. "That's consensus then."

Dean was a little taken back at Sam's quick relent. "Alright, awesome. Then, end of discussion." Dean's phone soon began to ring and he pulled it out. "This isn't over." Dean added, before answering the call. "Hello?"

"Dean."

"Cas?" Sam and Natalie look at Dean, expectantly. "We all thought you were dead. Where the hell are you?"

"A hospital."

"Are you okay?"

"No."

Dean paused, waiting for Castiel to go further into his explanation, but sighed when he didn't. "You want to elaborate?"

"I just woke up here. The doctors were fairly surprised. They thought I was brain dead."

"Okay, so you're in some hospital?" Dean asked.

"Apparently, after Van Nuys, I suddenly appeared, bloody and unconscious, on a shrimping boat off Delacroix. I'm told it upset the sailors."

"Uh, well, I got to tell you man...You're just in time. We figured out a way to pop Satan's box."

"How?"

"It's a long story, but, look, we're going after Pestilence now. So if you want to zap over here..."

"I can't 'zap' anywhere."

"What do you mean?"

"You could say my batteries are—are drained."

"What do you mean? You're out of angel mojo?" Dean asked.

"I'm saying that I am thirsty and my head aches. I have a bug bite that itches no matter how much I scratch it, and I'm saying that I'm just incredibly..."

"Human." Dean finished. Natalie casted him a confused look. "Wow. Sorry."

"Well, my point is, I can't go anywhere without money for an airplane ride. And food. And more pain medication, ideally."

"Yeah, alright. Well, look, no worries. Uh, Bobby's here. He'll wire you the cash." Dean assured him.

Bobby looked at Dean, incredulously. "I will?" Natalie looked over at him, smiling faintly at his words.

"You said no to Michael, Dean. I owe you an apology."

"Cas..it's okay."

"You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man that I believed you to be."

Dean went quiet, a forced smile plastered on his lips. "Thank you. I appreciate that."

"You're welcome."

Dean let out a small laugh. "Alright. Well, Bobby is going to get you what you need. Get here as soon as you can, Cas. We'll see you soon."

Natalie watched as Dean nodded, figuring that Castiel was telling him something, when he finally pulled the phone away from his ear, ending the call. "Is he okay?" She asked.

Dean nodded, putting the phone back in his pocket. "I think so. He should be here soon." Dean looked at both of them. "You two ready to head out. Go and find this son of a bitch."

Natalie stepped away from the wall. "You don't have to ask me twice."

Dean put the Impala in park outside a building where they know Pestilence was holding out. His eyes scanned the building, as workers were bringing in new patients. "Huh. So this is Dr. Evil's lair?"

"It's kind of more depressing than evil." Sam commented.

"It's like four color brochure for dying young." Dean added. "Of course, to Pestilence, it's probably Dollywood in there."

"Great. A whole building full of people. We don't know who's human, who's demon, and who's Pestilence. So what do we do?" Sam finally asked.

Natalie gazed out her window, watching as the workers finally went back into the building. She pursed her lips as her eyes gazed up, spotting a security camera. Natalie leaned up against the front seats, gently hitting Dean's shoulder to get his attention, and pointed at the camera.

Dean looked over where Natalie was pointing, spotting the camera as well. "Think, Nad just found a way for us to find out." He finished, turning to look at them. "Let's go."

The three of them slipped past the main desk and quickly made their way down the main hallway. They continued on for only a few more minutes, before stopping outside of a door that read 'Security', and Dean pointed up to the then, motioned for them to wait.

Sam and Natalie leaned up against the wall as Dean opened the door and walked halfway in. "Hi. Uh, I'm looking for my Nana. Uh, her name is Eunice Kennedy."

"Go around front and see the nurse."

Dean hesitated for a moment before walking fully into the room, signaling for Sam and Natalie to inch closer towards the door. "You mind just helping me out, sir? Uh, she's about, uh, that small." Dean motioned with his hand. "...and grey hair, wears diapers."

Natalie reached the open door and slowly peered in the room, just in time to see Dean throw a punch at the guard's face, knocking him out. She waved for Sam to follow as she walked into the room.

Sam followed, closing the door behind him. "Eunice Kennedy?"

Dena looked up at Sam and shrugged. "That's the beauty about improv, Sammy. You never know what's gonna come out of your mouth."

Natalie looked over at the various security monitors, seeing footage coming in from various parts of the building. "I think this is going to take a while." Natalie pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the monitors. "Might as well get settled in."

Keeping a watch on the monitors for any sign of Pestilence proved to drag on longer than they had thought. Not that they thought they were going to find him easily, but, it was getting ridiculous. Dean had dozed off several times, only to be woken back up by Sam or Natalie, though, Natalie could feel herself nodding off every once in a while.

Natalie was leaning her cheek against her hand with her elbow resting on the table. Her eyes closed momentarily, before, she woke herself back up. Leaning back in her chair, Natalie shifted, raising her legs up and resting her feet in Sam's lap. Sam looked down at her feet in his lap, before looking up at her, only to receive a smile as a response. Sam huffed out a small laugh, his hand resting on her leg.

After a few more minutes, Sam let out a tired sigh. "Dean. What exactly are we looking for?"

Dean leaned his head up from the table and looked at the monitors. "Well, he's Pestilence, so he probably looks sick."

Natalie gave Dean a look and snickered. "Nearly everyone we have seen so far looks sick..." Natalie's words tapered off as she noticed a distortion on a man's face on one of the monitors. She leaned up, removing her legs from Sam's lap, and pointed at the screen. "Look at that."

Sam and Dean leaned up in their chairs and moved forward, their eyes scanning the screen. "Now that looks like our guy." Dean said, getting up from his chair prompting Natalie and Sam to do the same.

Making their way out of the room, Sam, Natalie and Dean walked down the hallway, towards where they had seen the man on the monitor. Rounding one corner, the three of them were suddenly hit with a sickening feeling. Natalie thought it felt like she was about to throw up.

Natalie raised her hand to her mouth, coughing into her palm, as they continued on down the corridor. As they rounded the second corner, Natalie could feel her legs begin to go numb, causing her to walk over to the wall and brace herself. She looked up, seeing Sam and Dean doing the exact same thing. Natalie walked alongside the wall, looking over at Sam as he coughed into his hand.

"Must be getting close." He commented, showing the blood that had stained his palm.

"You think?" Dean asked, the three of them slowly making their way down the hall.

Natalie felt herself overwhelmed by a coughing fit, that seemed to come out of nowhere. She covered her mouth with her hand, her coughs turning into horrible gags. Admist her gagging, Natalie regurgitated and pulled her hand away, seeing blood covering her palm.

Her legs soon gave way and she began to slide down against the wall down to the ground. Sam stumbled over and took a hold of her arm, trying to keep her up. "Nad..."

Natalie pressed her hand against the wall and used it as leverage, to push herself fully up. She looked over seeing Dean was about to collapse and she motioned over to him. "Help...dean..." She said, feeling like she was out of breath, her breathing turned into struggle heaving.

Sam hesitated, feeling his own body growing weaker, but he walked away from Natalie and made his way over to Dean, grabbing him by his arms. "Dean..." He hoisted him up, only to stumble over to the opposite wall, and tripped over Dean.

Natalie watched as Sam made his way over to the door and used this time to try and get over to Dean. She pushed herself away from the wall and only managed to make a few steps, before, falling to the ground near Dean's feet.

Natalie felt herself slowly coming back around to her senses when she felt someone grab the back collar of her jacket and dragging her across the floor. The motion itself, caused her to groan in pain, and she opened her eyes, seeing that she was being dragged into a room. The hold on her jacket then loosened and she fell back against the ground.

"Good. Now I have the three of you in my company."

Natalie rolled onto her stomach, groaning as she began to cough at the blood that was occupying her throat. She looked over, seeing Sam lying next to her and she could only surmise that Dean was on the other side of him. Natalie groaned, as she coughed again, allowing blood to spill out of her mouth.

"You three don't look well. It might be the Scarlet fever. Or, uh, the meningitis. Oh! Or the syphilis. That's no fun." Pestilence knelt down near Sam, grabbing the back of his head forcing him to look up. "However you feel right now? It's gonna get so very, very much worse." He dropped his hold on Sam. "Questions? You know, disease gets a bad rap, don't you think? For being filthy. Chaotic. Uh, but, really, that just describes people who get sick."

Natalie wrapped her arm around her stomach, feeling an intense, painful knot forming. She faced Sam and rested her cheek against the cold floor, gagging at the new round of blood that was slowly filling her throat.

"Disease itself...very pure...single minded. Bacteria have one purpose—divide and conquer." Pestilence looked down at Dean trying to grab the knife and steps on his hand, kicking the knife away from his reach. "That's why in the end...it always wins. So, you've got to wonder why God pours all his love into something so messy...and weak. It's ridiculous. All I can do is show him he's wrong, one epidemic at a time."

Natalie leaned up slightly, seeing the knife was only a few inches away from her. She braced herself and slowly began to drag her body towards the weapon. She reached her arm forward, her hand ready to grab knife when she felt a hand grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head up.

Pestilence stared down into her eyes and smirked. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. It wouldn't get you in the right place." He finished with a laugh.

Natalie's eyes narrowed, her breathing now turning into short rapid pants. "Screw...you." Natalie gathered the blood that was in her blood and spit it on Pestilence, seeing drops of her blood decorating his face.

His expression turned hard as he wiped at the blood and dropped his hold on Natalie, causing her to fall back on the ground. He stood up and smiled at Natalie's act. "Always like it when they bite back." He added before kicking Natalie in the stomach.

Natalie closed her eyes and felt her body recoil from the impact, feeling a hot pain rush through her torso, she began to pant even harder, almost as if her lungs weren't working at all. She felt a hand grab onto her arm, opening her eyes she saw the look on Sam's face and Natalie knew that he was thinking why she would do that and she answered with a simple shake of her head.

"Now." Pestilence began once again. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is your pain?"

The door to the room opens and much to all of their surprise, Castiel walks in. Pestilence looked at Castiel, his eyes showing disbelief. "How'd you get here?"

"I took the bus." Castiel looked down at the stuggling hunters. "Don't worry, I..." Castiel fell to the floor, hacking up blood that began to stream out of his mouth.

Pestilence looked at the sight in awe and walked over to him, kneeling down. "Well, look at. An occupied vessel, but powerless. Oh that's fascinating. There's not a speck of angel in you, is there?"

Natalie watched the scene between pestilence and Castiel, knowing now she had enough coverage to get the knife. She quickly pushed her way over to the weapon and slid down to Castiel, who picked it up and cut off Pestilence's ring finger.

"Maybe just a speck." Castiel added. A nurse who had brought Sam, Dean and Natalie into the room, charged after Castiel, allowing him to embed the knife into her stomach.

Sam, Dean and Natalie quickly got up to their feet, recovering from their brush with Pestilence's wrath. Dean walked over to Castiel, who handed him the severed finger, causing Dean to make a disgusted face.

"It doesn't matter." The four of them look over at Pestilence, who is nursing his injury. "It's too late, now." He finished grimly, before disappearing.

Bobby examined the ring at his desk, before setting it down and looked up at the three hunters and the angel that were lounged in the living room. "Well, it's nice to actually score a home run for once, ain't it?" He asked, but stopped when he saw he looks on their faces. "What?"

"Last thing Pestlience said." Sam began. "He said 'it's too late'."

"He get specific?"

"No."

"We're just a little freaked out that he might have left a bomb somewhere. So please tell us you have actually good news." Dean said.

Bobby sighed and pursed his lips. "Chicago is about to be wiped off the map." Natalie sighed heavily and leaned her forehead against Sam's shoulder. "Storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million people are gonna die."

"I don't understand your definition of good news." Castiel added.

"Well...Death, the horseman—he's gonna be there. And if we can stop him before he kick starts this storm, get his ring back..."

"Oh yeah..." Dean interrupted. "You make it sound so easy, Bobby."

"Hell, I'm just trying to put a spin on it." Bobby defended.

Natalie turned her head so she was facing Bobby, her cheek now resting against Sam's shoulder. "Bobby...how exactly did you figure all of this out?"

Bobby hesitated at answering Natalie's question and it didn't go unnoticed by them. "I had, you know...help."

"Don't be so modest." Natalie closed her eyes and turned around, spotting Crowley standing near the kitchen entryway. "I barely helped at all. Hello, boys...and girl. Pleasure, et cetera. Go ahead. Tell them, Bobby. There's no shame in it."

Sam, Dean and Natalie look back over at Bobby. "Tell us what?" Sam asked.

"World's gonna end. Seems stupid to get all precious over one little...soul."

Natalie stared at him. "Bobby!"

"You sold your soul?" Dean questioned.

"Oh, more like pawned it. I fully intend to give it back."Crowley assured them.

Natalie turned to look at him. "Good. Then give it back to him."

"I will."

"Now!" Dean demanded.

"Did you kiss him?" Sam chimed in.

"Sam!"

"Just wondering."

Dean and Natalie considered Sam's words, before the three of them looked back at Bobby expectantly, seeing his expression changing. Bobby stared at the three hunters and finally shook his head. "No!"

Natalie raised a brow at Bobby's tone when she heard Crowley clear his throat. They looked back, seeing Crowley holding up his phone that has a picture of him and Bobby kissing. Natalie stared at the photo, her head tilting to the side as she examined it.

"Why did you take a picture?" Bobby asked.

Crowley took a quick glance at the photo. "Why did you have to use tongue?"

Sam and Dean looked back at Bobby, their brows furrowed in confusion, but, Natalie was pursing her lips, trying to suppress the smile that was beginning to form.

"Alright, you know what?" Dean began. "I'm sick of this. Give him his soul back now."

"I'm sorry. I can't."

"Can't or won't?"

"I won't, alright? It's insurance."

"What are you talking about?"

"You kill demons. Gigantor over there has a temper issue about it. But you won't kill me...as long as I have that soul in the deposit box."

Bobby shook his head. "You son of a bitch."

"I'll return it. After all this is over, and I can walk safely away. Do we all agree?" Crowley looked at the group, seeing the reluctant relent in their eyes. "Good." Crowley said, before vanishing.

Natalie was up in her room, finishing up the message that she typing out to her Aunt, before hitting send. She hissed at the burning sensation on her stomach and she lifted up her shirt and looked down at the decent sized bruise that Pestilence was so kind enough to give her.

There was a knock at the door and she quickly pulled down her shirt. "Yeah." The door opened and Sam and Dean walked in with a newspaper. "What's up?"

"We know what Pestilence meant when he said, 'it's too late'." Sam said, standing in front of Natalie and handed her the newspaper.

Natalie took it and read over the headline and article. "It says that Niveus pharmaceuticals is rushing delivery of its new swine flu vaccine to 'stem the tide of the unprecedented outbreak'." Natalie looked up at the boys, confused. "Okay, so what is this?"

"Niveus pharmaceuticals is where Brady was V.P. of distribution. And since Brady was Pestilence's right hand man..."

"That means Pestilence is using the vaccinations to spread some sort of disease then. But, it's something different since Swine flu already has pegged several places." Natalie finished.

"It's Croatoan. Demonic virus. Turns the infected into ravage people." Sam added.

Natalie nodded, processing all of the information. "So...by putting Croatoan in the vaccines that will allow him simultaneous distribution...all around the country." Natalie set down the newspaper on the bed. "Okay. So what's the plan?"

"Well, Sam and Cas are going to stop the shipments, and I'm gonna go hunt down Death." Dean said, finally jumping into the conversation.

Natalie bit down on her lip. "Let me go with you to Chicago. I don't trust leaving you with just Crowley."

Dean raised his brows in surprisement. "Are you sure?"

Natalie nodded, gazing briefly over at Sam. "I'm sure they can hold off with the shipments."

Natalie walked down the stairs with her bag hanging off of her shoulder and walked out of the house, closing the door behind her and made her way over to the garage. Bobby, Castiel, Dean and Sam were waiting near the van and the Impala when she arrived. Walking over to the Impala, she threw her bag into the backseat, then went and stood next to Dean.

"Alright. Well...good luck stopping the whole zombie apocalypse." Dean said, looking at the three of them.

"Yeah. Good luck at killing Death." Sam replied. "Remember when we used to just hunt wendigos? How simple things were?"

Dean thought for a moment. "No, not really."

Sam laughed. "Well, um..." He pulled out Ruby's knife. "...you might need this."

"Keep it." Crowley said, walking over to Dean and handing him a scythe. "Dean's covered. Death's own. Kills, golly, demons and angels and reapers and, rumor has it, the very thing itself."

"How did you get that?" Castiel asked.

"Hello—king of the crossroads. So, shall we? Oh and Bobby, you just gonna sit there?"

"No, I'm gonna riverdance."

"I suppose if you want to impress the ladies." Crowley shook his head at the confused look on his face. "Bobby, Bobby. Really wasted that crossroads deal. Fact—you get more if you phrase it properly. So, I took the liberty of adding a teeny little sub-a clause on your behalf. What can I say? I'm an altruist. So, just gonna sit there?"

Bobby braced his hands on the arms of the wheelchair, his feet moving off of the chair peddles one after the other. His feet pressed against the ground as he pushed himself out of the chair, straightening his back as he stood. Natalie smiled at the sight of Bobby on his own two feet again. "Son of a bitch." Bobby commented.

"Yes, I know, Completely worth your soul. I'm a hell of a guy." Crowley added.

"Thanks."

"This is getting maudlin. Can we go?"

Dean nodded. "Alright. Good luck." Dean said before walking over to the drivers side and then pointed at Crowley. "You. Back seat. Nad gets the front." Crowley rolled his eyes and opened the back drivers door and slid into the car.

Natalie walked over to the passenger side and went to open the door when Sam walked over to her, as Castiel and Bobby got into the van. "Hey." Sam stopped in front of her. Natalie turned to Sam, looking at him expectantly. Sam leaned forward, gently pressing his lips against hers in a quick kiss.

Sam pulled away, looking down at her. "You be careful."

Natalie nodded. "I'm always careful, Sam." She replied, though, Sam could hear the slight sarcasm in her tone.

"Nad...please don't joke about that." Sam said, his eyes slightly scolding her.

Natalie sighed. "Sorry. I will be careful." She reached up and brushed back a few stands of his hair. "You be careful as well." Natalie said, gently ushering him towards the van.

Sam looked in the Impala through the front windshield and he saw Dean smirking at him, causing him to roll his eyes. "Prepare to get a remark from Dean." Sam said, before walking away from the Impala and made his way over to the van.

Natalie turned back towards the car, a huge smile appearing on her lips which she quickly rid of as she opened the car door and slid in. She looked over at Dean, seeing the look on his face. "What?"

Dean didn't say anything, except for shaking his head, as he turned on the ignition. "Let's go to Chicago."

Dean and Natalie followed Crowley under an overpass, allowing him to lead them to where Death will be. "Hey, let's stop for pizza." Crowley said, turning to them.

"Are you kidding?" Dean asked, giving Crowley a look.

"Just heard it was good. That's all." Crowley defended. "Up ahead. Big, ugly building. Ground zero. Horseman's stable, if you will. He's in there."

The three of them had stopped a couple of feet outside of a rundown building that looked like it used to be a factory of some sorts. "How do you know?" Dean asked.

"Have you met me? Because I know. Also, the block is squirming with reapers. I'll be right back." Crowley vanished, but, Dean and Natalie didn't have time to react when he returned. "Boy is my face red. Death's not in there." Crowley said, walking away from the building.

Natalie looked from the building and back at Crowley. "Whoah, Wait a minute. Where is he then?"

"Sorry, I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Natalie asked, following him.

"Signs pointed. I'm just as shocked as you two are."

"Bobby sold his soul for this!" Dean called out.

"Relax. All deals are soul back or store credit. We'll catch Death in the next doomed city."

"Millions, Crowley. Millions of people are about to die any minute." Dean said.

"True. So I strongly suggest we get out of here." Crowley said, motioning for them to follow him.

Natalie scoffed and walked past Crowley. "You are really unbelievable you know that?"

"Don't strain yourself too much darling." Crowley commented, as he began to follow her back towards the car.

After a few minutes, they reached the Impala and Natalie quickly got in the passenger seat. Dean opened the car door and got in and started the car. He turned around and drove back out onto the main road, back towards town. Upon reaching the middle of town, Dean drove the Impala towards the side of the road and put it in park.

"So, what? Call in a bomb threat? 1,000 bomb threats? I mean how the hell are we supposed to get three million people out of Chicago in the next 10 minutes?" Dean looked up in the rearview mirror, seeing that Crowley disappeared and his hit the steering wheel. "Come on!"

Dean looked across the street, spotting Crowley standing outside of a pizzeria, pointing inside the building. Dean raised a hand to his ear. "What?" Natalie looked over at Dean and saw Crowley across the street. "I can't hear you!"

"I said I found him." Crowley said, appearing back in the car. "Death...he's in there."

Dean looked back at the building. "Alright, then, Crowley are you coming or..." Dean gazed at the back seat, seeing Crowley was no longer there. "I guess not." He turned to Natalie, picking up the scythe. "You ready?"

Natalie shrugged and opened the door. "Guess I need to be."

Dean opens the back door to the building and holds it open for Natalie to go in first and then follows. They make their way through the storage room and walked through another door, making a quick walk through the kitchen. Dean stopped at the kitchen door and slowly opened, peering his head out, he sees Death sitting at a table. He waves for Natalie to follow and stay close, as he walks out of the kitchen with Natalie close behind.

As they walked out into the dinning area, Natalie saw several dead bodies slumped on the tables and lying in heaps on the ground. It sent a chill down her spine and she inched closer to Dean, forcing her gaze away from the bodies.

As they approached Death, the scythe in Dean's hand begins to heat up, causing him to drop it. They both paused, their eyes glueing on Death.

"Thanks for returning that. Join me. Both of you. The pizza's delicious."

Dean and Natalie slowly make their way over to the table and looked down at Death. "Sit down." He commanded once again. The two hunters pulled out their chairs and slowly sat down. "Took you long enough to find me. I've been wanting to talk to you."

Dean cleared his throat. "I got to say...I have mixed feelings about that. So is this the part where...where you kill us?"

"You have an inflated sense of your importance. To a thing like me, a thing like you, well...think how you'd feel if a bacterium sat at your table and started to get snarky. This is one little planet in one tiny solar system in a galaxy that's barely out of it's diapers. I'm old, Dean. Very old. So I invite to contemplate how insignificant I find you."

Death picks up the pizza spatula and places a piece of pizza on both Dean and Natalie's plates. "Eat." Natalie and Dean pick up their forks and cut off a piece of the pizza and took the bite. "Good, isn't it?"

"Well, I got to ask. How old are you?" Dean asked, chewing the rest of the food in his mouth.

"As old as God. Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg. Regardless...at the end, I'll reap him, too."

Natalie looked over at Death and swallowed the food that she had finished chewing. "Wait...you mean God?"

"Oh, yes. God will die too."

"Well, this is way above our pay grade." Dean commented.

"Just a bit." Death took another bite out of his pizza.

"So, then why are we still breathing, sitting here with you? What do you want?"

"The leash around my neck...off. Lucifer has be bound to him. Some unseemly little spell. He has me where he wants, when he wants. That's why I couldn't go to you. I had to wait for you to catch up. He made me his weapon. Hurricanes, floods, raising the dead. I'm more powerful than you can process, and I'm enslaved to a bratty child with a temper tantrum."

"And you think...we can unbind you?" Dean asked.

"There's your ridiculous bravado again. Of course you can't. But you can help me take the bullets out of Lucifer's gun. I understand you want this." Death holds up his ring. "I'm inclined to give it to you."

Dean narrowed his eyes confusingly. "You would just give it to me?"

"That's what I said."

"But, what about..."

"Chicago? I suppose it can stay. I like the pizza. There are conditions though."

"Okay, like?" Dean asked, his eyes fixing on the ring in Death's hand.

"You have to do whatever it takes to put Lucifer in his cell."

"Of course."

"Whatever it takes."

"Yeah, that's the plan."

"No. No plan. Not yet. Your brother." Natalie felt the realization of Death's words dawn on her and she felt a heavy weight grow on her shoulders. "He's the one that can stop Lucifer. The only one."

"What you think..."

"I know. So, I need a promise. You're going to let your brother jump right into that fiery pit." Death paused, his eyes staring down at Dean. "Do I have your word?"

Natalie very faintly began to shake her head, thinking that there was no way that Dean would agree to that. Practically, sell Sam out just to get this damn ring, he wouldn't.

Dean licked his lips and sighed heavily. "Okay. Yes."

Natalie looked over at Dean, her eyes widening. "What?!" Dean looked over at Natalie, silently asking for her to not argue with this. "No! Are you kidding me, Dean?!"

"Nad!" Dean called out, both of them ensuing in a silent stare down.

"Is it going to be a problem?" Death asked.

Dean gave Natalie one more hardened stare before looking back at Death. "Like I said...I'm gonna do whatever it takes."

"That had better be a 'yes' Dean. You know you can't cheat Death." He placed the ring in Dean's hand.

Natalie silently watched the transaction, feeling her body growing heavy with immense dread by what had just occurred. She leaned back against her chair and looked over at Dean, her eyes glaring into him and she could see that he was trying to brush off her look, for the time being, at least.

The car was filled with absolute silence. Once Crowley had left, he left for good, not making another appearance in the car. Natalie leaned her head against the window, her mind reeling with anger at what Dean had done back at the pizzeria.

Dean looked over at Natalie, knowing how pissed she was at him, he could feel it emanating from her. "Nad." Dean received no response from her, but he decided to try again. "Nad, listen. I know that..."

"Dean. Don't."

"What else was I supposed to do, Nad? We needed that ring. We were right there..."

"Yeah, well, I didn't expect the end result to be you selling out Sam for a damn piece of jewelry." Natalie bit back, looking over at him.

"To open the cage we need the four rings...okay. If we don't have them, we can't get the cage open."

"I know, Dean! But, you know what, I would have thought the minute Death told you to let Sam sell himself to Lucifer, you might of said no."

"You think I wanted to say yes?! Nad, this was our one chance to get his ring. We can get the cage open now."

Natalie let out a pained laugh. "Right. And now all we need to do is to tell Sam that he needs to say yes to Lucifer and throw himself in the damn pit! Great! Yeah, that's an awesome plan Dean!" Natalie finished, hearing her voice cracking towards the end. She shook her head and leaned it back against the window.

Dean sighed, his grip on the wheel tightening at various points, trying to calm himself. "Nad, I know that you and Sam..."

"Dean. I don't want to discuss this right now. Please just...drop it." Natalie begged, knowing that if she were to talk about this anymore, it would turn her into a wreck.

Dean relented and nodded his head. "Fine." He said, turning on the radio, hoping the music would ease some of the tension away.

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