Disclaimer- I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters.

I know, I know. I haven't updated in AGES, and I feel awful.

In my defense, my Doc Manager crashed and all my files simply disappeared. I'll have to start from scratch.

Again.

Anyway, here it is.

Finally.

Chapter title borrowed from Boris Pickett.

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN- MONSTER MASH

I stare at the two angels in disbelief.

"So this is your plan, you're gonna smite the whole friggin' town?" Dean echoes my thoughts.

"We're out of time," Castiel insists. "This witch has to die, the seal must be saved."

"There are a thousand people here," I hiss angrily.

"One thousand two hundred fourteen," Uriel corrects smugly.

"And you're willing to kill them all." Sam says in disgust.

"This isn't the first time I've... purified a city."

I glare at Uriel.

"Look, I understand this is regrettable," Castiel says slowly.

"Regrettable?" Dean repeats, appalled.

"We have to hold the line," He persists. "Too many seals have broken already."

"So you screw the pooch on some seals and this town has to pay the price?" Dean scowls.

"It's the lives of one thousand against the lives of six billion. There's a bigger picture here," Castiel refutes.

I see red.

"Right, 'cause you're bigger picture kind of guys," Dean sneers.

Castiel's eyes fasten onto mine.

"Lucifer cannot rise. He does and hell rises with him. Is that something you're willing to risk?"

Instantly I'm transported back in time.

Fire. Brimstone. Blood. Agony.

Cold, cruel laughter as I scream in pain.

Lucifer.

Is that something you're willing to risk?

Sam unknowingly comes to my rescue.

"We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone. Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die."

Uriel scoffs.

"We're wasting time with these mud monkeys."

Castiel turns away from us.

"I'm sorry, but we have our orders."

I reach my limit.

Amitiel's sword flies into my waiting hand.

"No," I snarl. "You will not blow up this town. Over my dead body."

"I will drag you out of here myself," Uriel replies with equal intensity.

The room starts shaking.

Dust falls from the ceiling and the table lifts off the floor.

Dean and Sam are wide-eyed in shock.

They have never seen my powers this way.

I ignore them.

"Try it," I growl, bloodlust setting in.

Dean's eyes flit from the three of us.

"We can do this," He urges. "We will find the witch and we will stop the summoning."

Uriel snaps.

"Castiel! I will not let these peop-"

Castiel holds up his hand.

"Enough!"

He locks gazes with me.

"I suggest you move quickly."

~Supernatural~

I whirl around the room, grabbing a zombie and twisting it's neck.

It gives a sick crack sound as I move on to the next.

Turns out Don Harding was a witch and so was Tracy.

Samhain has been released.

I finish the last of the zombies, kicking away the bodies in disgust.

The old me would have collapsed at this.

But there are worse things than zombies.

"Come on." I tell Dean. "We need to get to Sam."

He eyes me with respect.

And something like unease.

I'm used to the feeling.

~Supernatural~

Dean and I stop, horrified.

Sam is grappling with Samhain, nose bleeding profusely.

He hasn't moved an inch.

And it looks like he's winning.

Even so, I can't let this happen.

I can't let Sam turn dark.

It's too late to save me.

Not too late for him.

In a split second, I push Sam away, stepping in front of Samhain.

My eyes narrow and I extend my hand.

"You won't hurt anyone again," I promise.

I focus all my power, the steady pressure thrumming inside me...

And release it at Samhain.

At first, nothing happens.

Sweat trickles down my forehead.

I push harder, and blood seeps out from the corner of my mouth.

Samhain buckles, and with a horrible, unearthly shriek, black smoke billows out of Don Harding's limp body.

"Go back to hell, Samhain," I whisper.

I pass out.