Chapter Eighty Two
"Cas?" Dean asked. Everyone turned to look at him.
"Is she okay?" Sherlock asked, getting his face all up in the camera. John pulled him back.
"She is…." At first, Cas was going to say that she was alright. And then he felt her life force disappear – her soul released. "Dead. She's dead." His head fell down sadly, and he turned away from the screen.
"There must be something you can do!" Harry said, desperately.
"There is nothing," Cas said sadly, his back to the camera. "She's gone."
"No," Thor said, closing his eyes. "No, it can't be."
"Yes!" Cas said, turning back to the screen. "She is gone!"
"Come on, Cas," Dean said. "There has to be something you can do. It wouldn't be that hard to break into Heaven, would it?"
"She's not in Heaven," Cas said.
"Hell, then," Sam said. "You got us out. Both of us. You can get her out, too."
"She's not in Hell, either. When they killed her, they realized that they needed to put her in a place that we couldn't get to. She's unreachable."
"Someone has to be able to do it," Sherlock said. "With all of the different types of species, and religions-"
"We can't," Cas said. "She's gone. I'm sorry, but that's how it is."
The corner of their screens where Rissa had been flickered. For a second, everyone thought that Cas was wrong. That she was okay. Alive.
The screen fuzzed into focus, and the Doctor tapped on the glass. He had that big goofy smile on his face that he gets when he's excited about something. "Hello?" he asked. "Oh! Guys, guess what! I have wonderful news! I-"
He noticed everyone's sad faces. "What happened?" he asked. He looked around at all of the screens. "And where's Rissa?"
"There's something you need to know," Dean said quietly.