What have I done? I have done the right thing, I told myself over and over again.
I'm right, this is worth dying for. If only he could only see that….
While I told myself that, trying to convince myself, my heart felt torn and broken into small shreds.
"Abby, look, even though it feels crap, you did the right back there", Dean said while I buried my face in my hands, sitting on the floor against the wall.
"I know", I murmured.
"It just makes it worse."
Dean sat down beside me and dragged me into his arms, his hands gently on my hair.
"You really do love him, don't you?" he asked.
I nodded, my face in his chest, while I tried to breathe as normal as I could. It hurt in me, it had never hurt like this, not even the time when I had been sixteen and…. well, a story for a another time.
"What do you think Sammy is doing right now?" I asked, saying it exactly as I had done while Sam had run away to Stanford.
"Dunno, probably believing he's doing the right thing", Dean mumbled.
We were silent, just sitting like that for minutes, perhaps hours, before I rose.
"I think I'm going to take those damn fries", I mumbled and reached for a box while Dean rose to grab a burger. Just before I could open the box, someone grabbed me from behind and shoved me and Dean against the wall, with his hands covering our mouths. Cas!
He slowly let go of me and pulled out a knife from his pocket. Something in his eyes told me that I could trust him. I gave Dean a nod before Cas let go off him too and bared his arm and made a deep cut in it. Did it work with angel blood?
He put it away and used his other hand to draw the sigil. I just stood there frozen, I couldn't figure this out, why did he suddenly do it?
"Castiel", Zachariah said behind us.
We all turned and found a pissed angel standing by the painting of Michael and Lucifer.
"Do you mind explaining what the hell is going on?" he demanded and walked toward us, before Cas activated the sigil and made Zachariah disappear and me thrown away onto the floor.
Being whatever that-is-kind-of-an-angel sucked.
"He won't be gone long. We have to find Sam now", he said as I rose quickly.
"Where is he?" Dean demanded.
"I don't know, but I know who does. We have to stop him, from killing Lilith", Cas told and handed Dean the knife.
"But Lilith's going to break the final seal", I stated and frowned.
"Lilith is the final seal. She dies, the end begins."
I widened my eyes, but still wasn't very surprised. It explained what Lilith meant with she not surviving. Made sense now, kind of.
"You have to take us to whoever knows", I said urgently.
Cas put his hands on our foreheads (his bloody on mine actually, but never mind) and flashed us to… Chucks's house, where he was talking to some woman at the phone. I wiped away the blood from my forehead and quickly used a piece of paper to wipe it off my hand.
"Lady, sometimes you've got to live like there's no tomorrow", he said, making me think that he knew what was gonna happen.
He then noticed us and widened his eyes stunned.
"Wait, this isn't supposed to happen. No, lady, this is definitely supposed to happen, but I just gotta call you back", he told and hung up.
"Right."
"Where is Sam?" I demanded.
Chuck stare at us shocked before he rushed to take the papers and then gave me them. I flipped through the pages, seeing something that looked like a phone message, but it wasn't mine, but it said it was my voice.
Zachariah, I growled in my mind.
"St. Mary's? Is that a convent?" I asked him.
"Yeah. But you guys aren't supposed to be here. You're not a part of this story", Chuck said.
"Yeah, well… we're making it up as we go", Cas replied, making me smile hopefully at him.
The computer suddenly started to sound weird before I could hear the sound of an angel outside, with the light and all that.
The Archangel didn't make a sound as it kind of shouted or screamed, it just… sounded.
"Oh man, not again!" Chuck exclaimed as the cups and a lot of things fell down on the floor and shattered.
"It's the Archangel! I'll hold them off. I'll hold them all off! Just stop Sam!" Cas shouted and touched Dean's head and flashed him away.
Cas turned to do the same for me, when I didn't think, I just did, and kissed him. I had no idea how long the kiss was, but it was euphoric. Our lips moved like one, and I could feel his hands cupped around my face. After a minute, an hour, or a day, we pulled away.
"I love you", I breathed out.
He stroke my cheek gently, a smile tugging at his lips.
"I love you too."
And suddenly, I was in a church, along with Dean.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I nodded, but doubted Cas was. Suddenly, I could hear a woman scream.
"Come on!" I said and ran for the scream's source.
And there they were, Lilith against the stone wall, and Sam and Ruby standing with their back against us. Ruby turned and noticed us, before she smiled and closed the door with her mojo.
"No", I growled and ran straight for the door as I heard Lilith scream in pain.
"Sam!" Dean and I screamed and punched the door with all our might.
We had to get to him, now and quickly.
"SAMMY! Sam!"
"What are you waiting for!? Now! Just do it, damn it!" I could hear Ruby scream on the other side.
"Sam!"
"Sam, now!"
"Sammy, stop!" I screamed and tried to kick the door, everything.
And suddenly, it was silent on the other side. Nothing. Just nothing.
"Get something, we have to break it, now!" I ordered before I went and found a huge metal thing and hit the door over and over again.
All I wanted was to get to Sam. I just wanted to get to Sammy. And somehow, I got the door open. I stomped inside, with Dean beside me, seeing red.
Ruby knew, she had known all the time what was going to happen.
"You're too late", Ruby taunted.
"I don't care", we growled before Sam snatched her arms behind her back and held held back.
My hands suddenly pulsed with energy as I grabbed her my throat my instinct as Dean stabbed her. And suddenly, something strange, like really strange happened. The light that showed when a demon died was still there, but there was also, there was pouring out white light from her mouth and eyes.
I widened my eyes stunned, but didn't let go. Dean twisted the knife and yanked it out as I released my grip on her like I had burned myself. It felt like I had done it. I looked on my right hand just to be sure.
And there it was, a slight burn mark which was slowly healing.
Ruby slumped down on the floor, with her eyes staring without seeing. She was dead, and the Cage was open.
I stared at Sam, who looked heartbroken.
"I'm sorry", he whispered.
I closed my eyes and opened them, only to feel exhaustion overwhelming me. If Sam hadn't caught me, I would be down on the floor.
"What the hell was that?" Dean said stunned.
"I have no idea", I whispered as I steadied myself, when the whole place started to shake.
We all turned and saw the ring of blood open up in the middle, spitting out pure white light.
"Sammy, Abby, let's go", Dean said and grabbed our jackets.
"Dean…. he's coming", Sam whimpered as I saw something huge rise from that ring.
"Come on!" Dean exclaimed and we hurried to the door, which suddenly closed.
"No!" I screamed as we desperately tried to break it.
Lucifer let out a high pitched sound, which Sam and Dean covered their ears for, but I could hear it, like it was my native tongue. It only created one word: Yes!
The light opened up to the very edge of the blood cage and for a slight moment, I could see the tips of his wings….
And then…. we sat on an airplane. I sat between my brothers, who still covered their faces. I looked up, and some child movie was on, about the Devil. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes at the irony when Sam and Dean lowered their arms.
"What the hell", Dean gasped.
"I don't know", Sam said.
"Folks, quick word from the flight deck. We're just passing over Ilchester then Ellicott City, on out initial descent to Baltimore Washington", the pilot said.
I raised my eyebrows.
"Weren't we just there?" I questioned suspiciously.
"So, if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to— Holy crap!"
I looked out and gasped. Where the church was, a huge spear of light shot up, and the plane started to rumble.
Lucifer was really free, I thought horrified and reached for a mask and started to breathe through it quickly.
I looked out again and saw a huge being rise and fly away. And goodness, Lucifer was really beautiful. The Bible hadn't lied or exaggerated or anything.
We made it, the plane didn't crash and we still wondered how we could get away like that. Dean still was hurt since the thing at the motel, I could see it.
Not that I wasn't, of course I still was hurt. Of course I had doubts with trusting Sam.
But none of us tried to think about it. First, we had to get to Cas and Chuck and see if they're okay. A freaking Archangel had been there, something must have happened then. And it had.
The first word that popped up in my head when I saw the house was 'blood'. It was blood everywhere, and I really hoped that neither Cas or Chuck had been hurt, or worse.
We looked around in the kitchen, when we suddenly heard a sound in the living room. Sam walked slowly into it, and got hit by a bloody Chuck.
Seriously, he was bloody. And no Cas with him….
"Ow!" Sam exclaimed and rubbed his head.
"Sam?"
"Yeah."
"Hey, Chuck", Dean said.
"So, you're okay", Chuck said stunned and looked like we had come back from the dead.
Wow, haha, good joke there.
"Well, my head hurts", Sam replied, making me roll my eyes.
"No, I mean— I mean, my last vision. You went like, full on Vader. Your body temperature was 150, your heart rate was 200. Your eyes were black!" Chuck told us.
I widened my eyes. Black eyes equals demon. Demon equals a extremely tainted and rotten soul. What the hell, Sam?
"Your eyes were black?" I repeated.
Sam looked at me and Dean in guilt before he answered my question.
"I didn't know."
I didn't reply to that. Instead, I looked at Chuck again. Where the hell was Cas?
"Where's Cas?" I wondered.
Chuck's face changed from relieved to sad. And I was suspected why, but it didn't have to be true. Maybe he got hurt and disappeared somewhere.
"He's dead."
"Or gone. The Archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry", Chuck apologized wistfully.
"Are you sure? He maybe just vanished into some holy light", I hoped and noticed how desperate my voice sounded.
He couldn't be dead, he couldn't be dead….
"No. He like exploded, like a water balloon full of chunky soup", Chuck replied.
I stared at the blood around me, before I suddenly started to laugh hysterically. Sam, Dean and Chuck stared at me horrified, but I didn't care. I just laughed.
"So, I'm actually standing in Cas' guts and blood. Just… wonderful", I said before I broke into laugher again.
And that laugher turned into sobs, and my sudden denial-cheeriness turned into agony in my body.
"No…" I muttered for myself.
"No…"
"This has been a very stressful day", Chuck sighed before he dropped a molar on the floor.
"Cas, you stupid bastard", Dean muttered while Sam wrapped his arms around me.
"Stupid? He was trying to help us", Sam said while he stroke my hair.
It was so damn cold here. Too cold. I picked my my knife and cut my hand slightly, so blood started to roll down my fingers. Without anyone noticing, not even Sam, I drew the angel banishing sigil on the door before I closed it. And somehow, no one noticed.
"Exactly", Dean replied.
"So what now?" Sam asked.
"I don't know."
"Oh crap", Chuck swore.
"What?" Dean wondered
It was then I felt it, the angels. The angels were here.
"I can feel them, the angels", I mumbled.
Suddenly, Zachariah and two other angels appeared. And I saw something I had never seen before, six wings, on one douche, oh sorry, angel I meant. And that was Zachariah. They were pretty, quite greenish or bluish.
The other angels had red and the other brown.
"Thought I'd find you here", Zachariah said.
"Playtime's over, Dean and Abigail. Time to come with us."
I ripped away from Sam and stood between Dean and the angels.
"You stay the fuck away from us, you son of a bitch", I growled.
It was enough with that Cas was dead, Zachariah and the God squad coming didn't make the things better.
"You're upset", Zachariah stated.
I made a low sound down my throat.
"A bit. Considering Castiel is dead and it's your fault that the Judgement day is on now", I snapped.
" Maybe we let it happen, but we didn't start anything. Right, Sammy? You had a chance to stop your brother but you couldn't. So let's not quibble over who started what. Let's just say it was all our faults and move on. 'Cause, like it or not, it's Apocalypse now. And we're back on the same team again", he said, not stating anything about poor Cas.
"Is that so?" Dean said and narrowed his eyes.
" You want to kill the Devil and we want to you to kill the Devil. It's synergy", he stated.
"And we're supposed to trust you? Stick it where the sun shines, dickface", I growled.
Zachariah looked at me and looked like he tried to look sympathetic and serious on the same time. And he did it, with no effect.
"This isn't a game, girl. Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description, We need to strike now, hard and fast. Before he finds his vessel."
I raised my eyebrow, the almighty Lucifer needed a vessel?
Of course he does, a voice whispered in the back of my head.
He's still an angel, fallen or not.
"His vessel?" Sam repeated.
"Lucifer needs a meat suit?"
"He is an angel. Them's the rules. And when he touches down, we're talking Four Horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies, the greatest hits. You can stop him, with the support of Abigail, Dean. But you will need our help to do that", Zachariah said.
"You listen here, you two-faced douche. After what you did, we don't want a Jack squat from you!" Dean almost yelled.
"You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?" Zachariah said and neared us.
"You're bleeding", he noticed and looked at my hand.
"Oh yeah", I said and held up my hand.
"Just in case you guys showed up."
I opened the door and slammed my bloody hand on the sigil while Zachariah with no chance, tried to stop me, before he and the rest of the angels vanished.
"Learned that from Castiel, you sucker", I said.
We hadn't been gf and bf so I couldn't say that he was my boyfriend. Besides, it just sounded wrong with calling him boyfriend. We had another bond, something deeper, it felt like. I just had been too stupid to realize it until now.
"This sucks ass", Chuck suddenly said.
We sat in a motel, protected by some hex bags, and watched the news. And somehow, the media had the most stupid explanation, something that hadn't with the freaking Apocalypse to do with.
Suddenly, the door knocked, making all of us look up from what we did.
Dean and I took out our guns from our jackets while Sam looked to see who or what it was. For some reason, he opened the door, and revealed a woman staring at him in amazement.
Dear god, who the hell was she?
"You okay, lady?" Sam asked worriedly.
"Sam… Is it really you?", she gasped and put a hand on his chest, making all of us look at her like she was nuts, which she seemed to be.
"And you're so firm!"
"Uh… do I know you?" Sam questioned uncomfortably.
"No, but I know you", the woman told and put away her hand from my twin's chest, which was a relief for me, and Sam, of course.
"You're Sam Winchester and you're his twin, Abigail", she said and looked at me excitedly.
"You look just as I pictured, maybe even better", she continued cheerfully.
I scratched the back of my head slightly freaked out.
"Uh… thanks…?" I said, having no idea what to say.
That girl had probably read the books, I was 100% sure of that.
"You're…" she said and looked at Dean disappointed.
"Not what I pictured."
If this hadn't been so weird, I would have laughed. Dean actually looked good, if I could say that in a sisterly way, so it felt strange with someone saying that she had expected more.
"I'm Becky. I read all about you guys. I've even written a few—" she cut off.
Wincest on high level, I thought horrified but kept my face just weirded out.
"Anyway… Mr. Edlund told me you were here."
"Chuck?" I wondered and rose from the bed.
"He's got a message. He's being watched. Angels. Nice change-up to the mythology. The demon stuff was getting kind of old", she told us.
I coughed.
"That old demon stuff made me and Dean go to hell", I grumbled.
Fortunately, she didn't hear me.
"Right, just uh… What's the message?" Sam asked.
"He had a vision. The Michael sword and the Lost weapon are on Earth. The angels lost them", she quoted.
"The Michael sword?" Dean repeated.
"The Lost weapon?" I asked.
"Becky, does he know where it is?" Sam asked.
"In a castle. On a hill made of 42 dogs", Becky answered.
I raised my eyebrow.
"Are you sure you heard it right?" I questioned.
"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said. I memorized every word. For you", she said dreamily and put her hand on Sam's chest again.
I gagged slightly and tried to look away from the terrible sight, but alas, worthless. The scene was like a black hole, terrible but you couldn't fight it.
"Becky, ca— uh…. can you quit touch me?" Sam asked awkwardly.
"No."
I fell down on the bed and waited for her to leave, which she did, after an hour, after getting our autographs and a selfie with me. I was quite sure she believed we were besties. It was creepy and terrible.
When Bobby came, we discussed a bit about the Michael Sword and the Lost weapon, which were supposed to be used to defeat Lucifer. The problem? We had no idea where they were (really) and what the Lost weapon was.
So after researching, Sam admitted that he'd started the Apocalypse, something Bobby got mad over and said that Sam would never see him ever again if we survived.
I couldn't really understand what he'd said, it was Bobby, the closest to a father we had. Not even Dad would have said that to Sam. Maybe some yelling and stuff, but never that.
"I never would have guessed that your daddy was right", Bobby mumbled while I flipped some pages after the search of the word 'Lost weapon'.
"About what?" Dean questioned.
"About your brother."
I looked up and stared at him confused. And with that, he meant?
"Our Dad said a lot about Sam, you gotta be more specific", I stated.
"What John said—you save Sam or kill him. Maybe…"
"Maybe what?" Dean demanded.
"Maybe we shouldn't have tried so hard to save him", Bobby said.
Was he out of his mind? Letting Sam die? That was one of my top 5 things to never do. How could he say that?
"Are you nuts?" I said and tried to hide the anger in my voice.
Yes, I was mad at Sam for trusting Ruby more than us. Yes, I was disappointed at him for drinking demon blood. But hell, he still was my brother, and he felt guilt for that too.
How much of a dick I would ever be to him about this, Sam blaming himself would probably be the worst torture for him.
"He ended the world, Abby. And you two and I weren't strong enough to stop him proper. That's on us. I'm just saying, your dad was right", he said.
I clenched my fist and stopped myself from snapping at him, when I saw Dean realizing something.
"It's got to be in here somewhere", he muttered while looking around in the ziplock for all the cards.
"What are you talking about?" I questioned.
"I don't believe it", he mumbled and held up a card, making me rise and look at it with a raised eyebrow.
"What's up with the lockup card?" I questioned.
"Look at it, Abigail", he said pointed at the address.
"Castle Storage. 42 Rover Hill", I read while realization dawned upon me.
"Castle on a hill of forty-two dogs", Dean translated it.
So, Dad had had them the whole freaking time? Talk about irony.
"So you think your dad had the Michael sword and that weapon thing all this time?" Bobby wondered.
"I don't know. I'm not sure what else Chuck could have meant", Dean stated.
"Yeah. Okay. It's good enough for me", Bobby said and punched Dean, making him fly into the barrier between the kitchen and the beds.
"What the hell, Bobby!" I exclaimed as he yanked up Dean and kicked him right into the gut, sending him flying into the solid wall this time.
"No", I muttered and watched Bobby's eyes go black.
I raced to grab the knife, when the door suddenly opened and revealed three more demons, one in a woman's meat and the other ones male.
One of the male demons shoved me against the wall, making me drop the only weapon I had had that worked on demons.
"I always knew you were a big, dumb, slow, dim pain in the ass, Dean. But I never dreamed you were so V.I.P", the woman said amused while picking up the knife and looked at us two.
"I mean, you're gonna ice the devil? You? If I'd have known that, I'd have ripped your pretty, pretty face off ages ago", she continued.
I frowned confused and stared at the demon.
"Sorry, miss demon whatever, do we know you?" I questioned.
The demon smirked and took a step to me, her hand stroking my cheek.
"Abster, Abster, Abster. You don't remember me? I mean, we had so much fun back in the days", she mused and clapped me cheek harshly, something that made me guess that I would get a mark next day, if I survived.
Memories swam around in my brain.
Sam, not being himself, tied me up before ripping off my clothes and torturing me, knife against skin, his laughter and my screams.
"Megster", I said and tried to kick her, but failed.
"Hi. These are the days of miracle and wonder, Abster. Our father's among us. You know we're all dreaming again for the first time since we were human? It's Heaven on earth. Or Hell. We really owe your brother a fruit basket", she said happily.
"You son of bitch", I snapped, when the male demon slapped me in the face.
I kept myself from showing weakness. Worshipper demons or not, they loved to see people in pain, I wouldn't give the pleasure to.
"I'm supposed to bring you to my Father, alive. Something about you being needed for some reason. But he didn't say anything about unharmed. So I suggest you keep your mouth shut", she said and turned to look at Dean.
"But you, on the other hand, you're the only bump in the road. So every demon—every single one—is just dying for a piece of you", she continued.
"Trying to sound kinky there, Meg? It is kind of your style", I stated, remembering when she had been all over Sam's face those three years ago.
Hard to forget.
"Well, get in line", Dean muttered.
"Oh, I'm in the front of the line, baby. Let's ride", she replied and began to forcefully kiss him, all in, tongue, everything.
I glared at Meg, just wanting her to disappear, and take that demon in Bobby with her.
When Meg finally let Dean go, he frowned annoyed.
"What is that, peanut butter?"
"You know, your surrogate daddy's still awake, screaming in there. And I want him to know how it feels slicing the life out of you", Meg said and handed demon-Bobby the knife.
"Bobby!" Dean and I exclaimed on the same time as he raised it.
"Break free, Bobby!"
The sound of fist against skin was heard, with me this time wincing as my jaw was throbbing in pain.
"Bobby! No!" Dean yelled.
Miraculously, the black in Bobby's eyes faded, before he stabbed himself in the gut, killing the demon inside him, but not himself, thankfully.
As Bobby slumped down to the floor, I tried to fight myself out from the demons grip while Dean fought Meg and the other man.
And with fate being kind, Sam opened the door and immediately began to fight one of the demons, when Meg hit him with the telephone.
I twisted and knocked the demon with my head, making him stagger and let me go with a grunt. I then quickly without stomping or hurting him further, I yanked out the knife out from Bobby's gut and stabbed the demon in the chest, killing him in seconds.
While Dean was fighting the other one, I went behind him and stabbed the there one right in the back before turning to Meg.
"The roles are switched now, Megster", I said and was about to throw myself on her and kill her, when Meg smoked out of her vessel and left the woman on the floor.
After getting Bobby to a hospital, Dean and I explained to Sam what Dean had found and agreed on that we should go there as fast as possible.
After we had come to the lockup, we grabbed some weapons like rifle guns and knives, you name it, and Dean unlocked the lockup before we stepped inside.
But what we saw, that wasn't what we had expected exactly. What I had believed we would find, was quite the opposite, what I believed we would see saw: a pair of living demons. What we really saw: a pair of dead demons.
"I see you told the demons where the sword is", the voice of Zachariah said suddenly.
I whipped around and found him and two other angels standing beside him.
"Great, angels, just what we needed", I snorted.
"And to think, they could have them anytime they wanted", Zachariah said and ignored me while shutting the door.
"They were right in front of them. But the demons had some vague connection about the Lost one, I'll give them that."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked while I knit my eyebrows together in confusion.
What did they mean with right in front of them? Could they mean?
"We have planted that particular piece of prophesy inside Chuck's skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael sword and the Lost weapon, or else it wouldn't be called the Lost weapon. We truly couldn't find them. Until now. You have just hand delivered it to us", Zachariah said.
"We don't have anything", Dean stated.
Zachariah stared at him like he was extremely dumb and should need someone to help Dean to understand what he just had said. Stupid angel.
"It's you two, chucklehead. You're the Michael sword and your sister's the Lost weapon."
I stared at him for a good while. So we were the weapons, wow. But what the hell were we going to do? Become weapons for Michael and some other dumb Archangel to wield? Hit Lucifer with us? Fun.
"What, you actually thought you actually could kill Lucifer, even with Abigail's help? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No, you're just a human, Dean. And not much of one. But your sister, though, she'll be needed in this. She just needs to be activated", Zachariah told us.
"What do you mean I'm the sword?" Dean questioned angrily.
"Activated? I'm not a robot", I snapped.
What the hell did he mean with activated? Did I have some stupid button somewhere?
"You're Michael's weapon. Or rather, his receptacle", Zachariah stated and ignored my question.
"I'm a vessel?" Dean and I asked.
"You're the vessel. Michael's vessel", Zachariah corrected him.
"How? Why us?" Dean snapped.
"Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean. For Abigail here, she can be used as a weapon for either Heaven or Hell's benefit. And we can't exactly let Hell get their hands on such a valuable person", he said.
"Yeah, right, life as an angel condom or hammer. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks", Dean muttered sarcastically.
That explained why Hell wanted me. I was a weapon, according to Mr. Angel here. But what purpose did I serve in the story? Dean was the Righteous man and Michael's vessel, Sam was the one who started the Apocalypse, and me?
A weapon for either Heaven or Hell, but what did I do? See angels' wings when they flew?
Wow, such a nuclear bomb I was.
"Joking, always joking. Well, no more jokes", Zachariah said and lifted his hand as a pistol and pointed at Sam.
"Bang."
Suddenly, Sam's leg cracked and he let out a cry of pain and fell down on the floor. I widened my eyes and looked at Zachariah furiously.
"You son of a bitch", Dean growled.
"Keep mouthing off and I'll break more than his legs. I'm completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don't have our general. That's bad. Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary, together with the Weapon, of course. Can't forget that. You understand me?" Zachariah said.
"How many humans will die in this?" I interrogated.
"A million? Ten?"
"Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He'll roast the planet alive", Zachariah stated.
It was then I realized something.
"You need our consent, or else you wouldn't been babbling about why we should agree", I said and smiled humorlessly.
"Michael needs my say so to ride my skin. And Heaven or Hell need Abigail's consent for her to fight with you or them", Dean said.
"Unfortunately, yes", Zachariah sighed.
"There has to be some other way!" I protested.
I couldn't or wouldn't be the freaking weapon of Heaven, or Hell.
"There is no other way! There has to be a battle! Michael must defeat the Serpent. It is written."
"Yeah, maybe. But on the other hand, eat me. The answer's no", Dean said.
"Okay. How about this? Your friend Bobby, we know he's gravely injured. Say yes and we'll heal him. Say no, he'll never walk again."
I swallowed harshly but shook my head.
"No."
How much we wanted Bobby fine, we knew he'd kill us if we had said yes so we'd be screwed one way or another.
"How about we heal you from.. stage four stomach cancer?"
Nothing happen. Or well, yes, it happened something. Something tugged in me, nothing else. I looked at Zachariah smugly, until I saw that Dean was affected. I glared at the angel with fire burning of rage and fury.
How could he dare hurt Sam and Dean?
"No", Dean coughed out.
"Then, let's get really creative. Let's see how Sam does without his lungs."
Suddenly, Sam started to grasp for air, while I couldn't do a thing.
Zachariah turned and looked at me coldly.
"Okay, you maybe can handle a stomach cancer, but how about a damage on both kidneys, along with the removal of your lungs?"
He blinked and I suddenly choked for air and felt a pain on both sides, before it just suddenly disappeared, making me laugh.
"Looks like you don't have enough juice to take on me, sucker! Come on, what are you going to do with me? Break a few bones perhaps?" I taunted.
Zachariah growled and snapped his fingers, my body felt sore for five seconds before it disappeared. I laughed again.
"Are we having fun yet?"
Zachariah's angry face got replaced by a calm one.
"I can't hurt you, but I can burt your brothers. How about Sammy's having a hemorrhage along with blood poisoning?"
Sam cried out in more pain, making me growl instead, made me see red and wanting to see Zachariah's blood on my hands.
I kneeled down and tried to help my brothers as best as I could, but Zachariah grabbed me and lifted me up by my throat, but didn't try to strangle me, yet.
"You're going to say yes", he said.
"Just kill us", Dean demanded with blood around his mouth.
"Kill you? Oh no. I'm just getting started", Zachariah stated and stabbed me with my own knife in my stomach.
I started to cough and tried to spit out as much blood as I could in his face while I could. It was hard to concentrate, since I had a hard time when a throbbing pain was felt in my gut and some of my body fluids went up in my throat.
He smirked and started to choke me with his hand, which as much more effective than with his mojo.
This time, I knew I couldn't shake it off, this wasn't angel mojo, this was like any normal way choking a person. Dark spots appeared in my view, before a sudden white light appeared and Zachariah let go off me.
I looked at what had happened and saw a huge hole in one of the angels' throat and the reason why, Cas!
Relief washed over me and all I wanted was to throw myself into his arms. Instead, with the strength I had, I lunged at the angel and grabbed him by the throat so Cas could kill him off.
After that, I stole his angel bade, who knew when that could come in handy. Of course, I didn't enjoy the fact that an angel was dead, I was actually quite sad over it, but like Zachariah had said, this was a war and there was going to be casualties.
Zachariah stared at Cas both shocked and curiously.
"How are you—"
"Alive? It's a good question. How did these three ended up on that airplane? Another good question, because the angels didn't do it. I think we both know the answer, don't we?" Cas said.
"No. That's not possible", Zachariah mumbled while I stared at Cas, drinking in ever detail of him.
He had been dead, I had stood in the blood of his vessel. Cas had been dead, poof, gone. But here he was, standing very much alive.
And when I thought about, it made sense. Who else could bring Cas back except…? Angels didn't have souls who went to Hell or Heaven, they just…died, I guessed.
"It scares you. Well, it should. Now put these boys and Abigail back together and go. I won't ask twice", Cas ordered.
Zachariah glared at us one last time, before he flied away. Slowly and carefully, I touched the wound but could only feel skin, no sign at all that it had been ripped up by a knife, except for the hole in the shirt.
I thanked something powerful that wasn't from the above, that my jacket had been open and not closed, or else my precious leather jacket would have been torn.
The second I really understood that Cas was here, alive, I rushed and crushed him with hug.
And this time, he hugged without any stiff movements. I drew away and crashed my lips on his. The kiss didn't last long, since I broke it off and stared into Cas' clear blue eyes.
"You're alive", I whispered and put my hand on his cheek.
Behind us, Dean and Sam groaned in slight pain before they rose.
"Nothing nasty now, we're still here", Dean muttered.
"You three need to be more careful", Cas said.
"Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought", Dean replied.
"I don't mean the angels", Cas said while we slowly let go off each other.
"Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those hex bags won't be enough to protect you", Cas stated and pressed his hands on their chests before he pressed his hand on mine, gentler than on my brothers.
Somehow, that worked to do with angel mojo, although it didn't hurt or burn me. Perhaps it was because it didn't hurt me in that way, like Uriel and Zachariah had done.
"Wow, easy there, tiger", I teased when his hand lingered on my chest a bit.
Cas opened his mouth and stammered out something I couldn't understand, before he lifted away his hand while Sam and Dean still groaned in slight pain.
"What the hell was that?" Dean gasped.
"Enochian sigil. It will hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer", Cas explained.
I raised my eyebrow.
"Did you just brand us with it?" I asked and lifted my shirt slightly to see any sigil.
"No, I carved it into your ribs", Cas said casually.
An awkward silence of violation followed. I wanted Cas to leave a mark on my body someday, but perhaps not that kind of mark, but… you took what you were given.
"Hey, Cas, were you really dead?" Sam asked after a while.
"Yes", Cas responded.
"Then how are you back?" Dean wondered.
Cas looked at me, like he was guilty for something, before his wings appeared and he disappeared.