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Dean and Castiel watched Sam as he hurried ahead, neither sure what to say, "We should tell him," Cas spoke first, "What the spiritus said, it's something he'd want to know."
"I don't know," Dean shook his head, "Sam's been through a lot, maybe we shouldn't tell him this one."
"Oh no you don't, Dean Winchester." Cas scolded and stepped in front of him, fierce blue eyes glaring angrily, "I will not allow you to lie to your brother, I'm going to tell him." He turned and caught up to Sam's side.
"Cas!" Dean protested but had nothing more than that to say, he didn't know how to explain why he thought Sam shouldn't know. Sam needed to heal and hearing that some king monster down there finally had a body to work in didn't help that.
"Sam, there's something I should tell you." Cas started softly.
"Likewise," Sam looked at him tiredly, "I talked to the lead spiritus thing before you guys killed him. I wanted more information but I guess there's no helping when it attacks, so I'm not mad at you but I wish you would've waited."
"What'd it tell you?" Cas appraised Sam's appearance again, making sure he wasn't actually injured and they hadn't noticed. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine; you tell me what you wanted to say, I'll explain what it said after." He watched Cas who nodded.
"Well I basically asked it if it had any last words, it told me that their king has a new body and is on the rise. It said we're all going to die."
Sam's eyes widened a little and he looked away, "I asked it about Jet." He looked at his brother as Dean stood at his other side, his expression showing the pain they all felt. "The spiritus told me that their king has him now, so I guess we know what body to be looking for."
Dean ran his hand through his hair and shook his head, "Goddamn it, Jet…"
Cas hung his head for a moment and they all stood in silence as the thought sunk in, "Imperator, that's what it called its king. I don't know how to beat it but that doesn't mean we can't do it."
"Cas you can't fight him," Sam insisted defensively, "You kill the host when you fight a possessing monster, you have to be the last resort okay?"
"I understand your concerns, Sam." Castiel looked at him sympathetically but his face held a level of ruthlessness Dean remembered from their first meetings, "But if Jet were to be involved with killing any of us he'd never forgive himself. If it comes down to it, I will take his life."
Silence fell again, tense and heavy as Cas' words lingered.
Sam swallowed thickly and nodded once, "Fine."
As they looked at one another a loud echoing sound exploded around them, Dean snapped his gaze down the mainline and watched as several worlds broke away. "What's going on!?"
"The Void," Cas shouted as he ran past them down the road, "It's moving faster, it's organized itself!"
Another crack vibrated through the air and the next world's fires went out as it plummeted into the darkness below. "No!" Castiel yelled in vain, Dean caught his arm and pulled him to a stop. Cas struggled but ultimately couldn't beat Dean's strength, "No, no, no, no, no!" His fingers gripped Dean's arm as he watched billions of lives fall away, worlds that would never grow again, people who'd die slowly and never understand it. People he should have saved.
"Cas!" Dean held him tightly and made him stay in one place as the damage was done, "We can't help them now."
Cas didn't reply, he just stared in awe at the sight of so many worlds slipping away. He quickly looked back to see the ones they'd already visited, to know if what they'd done mattered at all. To his relief they were still standing, where they had done their jobs they'd done it right. "I can't believe this is happening," He breathed and dropped his head against Dean's shoulder, hiding his face from it all.
"Their king is in power again," Sam muttered quietly, "That means whichever world that's in the most danger is where he is, we need to move."
"Take a second, Sam." Dean looked at him seriously.
"We can't," Sam insisted, "He's going to keep doing this we need to move!"
"He's right," Cas pulled away and rubbed his face to try and wipe away the anxiety, "We need to find him and put an end to all this."
Dean looked at the worlds ahead and watched as the fires blazed, the one with the harshest flame would be their next destination, "That one," he pointed to it, "They're all in trouble but that one looks worst."
"Hurry then." Cas motioned to it, "You're faster Dean, I'll follow Sam in."
Dean did as he was told and led the way inside, his family right behind him.
Playboy Mommy World: Part 1
Dean felt his skin go cold and his heart stutter to a near stop in his chest, he'd stepped down into what he thought might be a puddle but he found it was a pool of blood. There was bodies everywhere, stacked and thrown, pieces scattered and one crafted center piece. On the same cross hung three young men, their bodies brutalized and stripped of all their pride. Dean, Sam, and Castiel all sewn together in ways no human should have been twisted.
It made him sick and Dean had to look away, "Oh my god…" he gasped and tried to look at anything else. He immediately saw Cas and Sam standing together facing the same grotesque image as he was.
"What on earth…" Cas whispered and lowered his gaze, "are we too late?"
"No." Sam spoke levelly though the tremble in his voice didn't go unnoticed, "He's here."
They both followed Sam's gaze, past the symbol of the world to where a familiar figure stood. Jet was smiling at them; his clothes had changed from his usual t-shirt and sweater to a dark button-up and just like his stance it didn't quite look right. His mouth pulled wider as his grin grew, "Miss me?" It sounded kind of like him but it had that edge from the vision, that other voice lingering inside his own.
Sam took a shaky breath and walked forward, "You haven't… been gone that long."
Jet tilted his head a little but didn't stop smiling, "Aww, Sam you break my heart."
"You're not Jet."
"You wish I wasn't." Jet gestured to the gruesome sight, "How do you like it? I've been making one everywhere I go."
"You're sick, Imperator." Castiel spat viciously, "Give us our friend back."
Jet watched them for a moment and raised his hands, the ground began to shake and break open. "Come and get him."
Dean instinctively grabbed onto Sam and leapt out of the way of falling debris, the city around them started to crumble and the surface broke apart. "This is just like-" he stopped mid-sentence when he saw the enormous hand reaching out of the ground.
"Gigas!" Castiel shouted as he dove the other way. The earth shook violently and if it weren't for their priest status they wouldn't have been standing. Parts of the ground shot out and dislodged themselves as everything was forcibly moved out of the monster's way. They could hear Jet's laughter, skewed and corrupted as it was.
They ran as fast as they could, jumping and leaping as the world around them erupted into chaos. Dean passed Sam over to Cas, "Get to Jet! I'll take care of this fucker!" For Sam it was horrifying to be tossed like that but Castiel caught him no problem, aside from their size difference.
"Hang onto me, Sam." Cas growled out and separated from Dean's path. He used momentum to run nearly vertically up a new canyon wall, Jet stood on top of the plateau like the king he thought he was. They heard the screeching roar of the gigas as Dean started in on it but that didn't slow Cas down, he caught a ledge and threw himself and Sam up higher. It took an incredible amount of upper body strength but he managed it. Sam swung onto his back to get out of the way, hanging on with his own strength and not bothering Cas with it.
They climbed quickly, Sam looked down below them and his eyes widened in a panic, "Cas! Cas the ground is coming to meet us!"
Castiel looked down to see that another part of the earth had been severely displaced and had created a fast moving rocket-mountain. He readied himself and jumped at the opportune moment, his velocity upward matched the speed of the new plateau well enough that when they were hit by it they were barely jostled. The two knelt down as it shot them upward, Cas counting the seconds, "Hang on!" He yelled and dove off again, they were a little above the surface Jet stood on but the fall wasn't too far.
Castiel immediately rose to his feet and drew his Pernach, "Get out of him." He demanded.
Sam felt his heart leap into his throat but he trusted Cas not to just fire, he trusted that Cas would try to save Jet before killing him so brutally. Cas owed Jet at least that much, didn't he?
"If I had a dollar for every time I've heard that one," Jet chuckled and shook his head, "Sorry Cassie, not gonna happen."
A shadow swung overhead and they all had to look as the gigas charged wildly in any direction, its eyes gouged and part of its body blown clean off. Sam blindly reached until he caught Cas' coat again, "Cas…"
"I see it." Castiel threw his gun back into his jacket and flung an arm around Sam. As the gigas crashed into their pillar Cas leapt forward, running up the monster's arm and over its shoulder. Dean rushed past them going the opposite direction and heading straight for Jet. Their possessed friend remained on the plateau as it hurdled to the ground, the gigas stumbling with it. Dean coated his arm in the malleable weapon he'd created and wound up for the giant creature. The moment his feet touched down on solid ground Dean gave himself an extra burst of speed as he jumped, bursting straight through the monster's head.
Castiel and Sam managed to get a safe distance away, the entire span of their escape was in the mess of an earth shattering quake but they made it. As soon as they managed to put their feet on the ground and look to where Dean had been they saw piles of rubble and the monster didn't move again. Cas exhaled shakily and let go of Sam for what he hoped was the last time.
Sam barely breathed as he let the image settle, "Oh god…" he wheezed and covered his mouth, "Is he… is he dead?" Tears welled up in his eyes despite his efforts to blink them back. "That couldn't have killed him, right?"
Cas put a hand on his shoulder, "Let's get over there and check it out, alright? See for ourselves."
They made the quick trip around to where Dean was stumbling out of a pile of rubble as well. He looked up at them, blood trickling down his face from wounds on his forehead, little injuries littering his body. "I couldn't quite get clear," he said with a soft laugh, "Finally healed enough to stand up again."
Cas smiled at him, "Glad you're alive."
"Likewise, I wasn't expecting another gigas to be honest." Dean looked over at Sam who stared at them both with silent horror. "What's wrong, Sam?" Cas moved in front of him a little to see his face.
"Futurum, remember this scene?" Sam asked and they both furrowed their brows, at least until they heard the rocks move behind Dean.
"You dropped a mountain on me," Jet's voice broke through a little more as he started to pull himself free, "That hurts my feelings, Dean."
The mere thought that this monstrosity could pretend to be Jet and do it so poorly irritated Dean to no end. He turned to face the familiarity that was Jet's image but lacked all the substance, "Don't pretend we're friends, what the hell do you want?"
"Your love, your loyalty," Jet listed as he climbed the rest of the way out of the mess and debris, his clothes filthy as he did it. "Your life. I want everything you are, Dean. I want you to bend down for me; I want all the priests to kiss my feet, the ground I walk on, and to hold me highest in their lives. And then I want to break it down. I'll take you apart," he hissed and that awful blackness oozed from his orifices like they'd seen before. "I'll tear your family apart! And I'll let you watch, I'll let you join in, and then, if I feel merciful, I'll let you die."
"You're not Bane from the Dark Knight Rises; you can't give that kind of permission." Dean joked as they slowly crept around one another, he felt his body tense up and knew that whatever this king was it made Jet more of a threat than he'd ever been. "So what's the reason? Why do you want any of that?"
"Just because, do I really need one?"
"You kind of do." Dean scoffed at the relaxed attitude his foe displayed.
"Says who? What grandiose being did you meet that told you that everything has meaning and purpose? Sorry to say, pretty boy, not everything does. I'm doing it because I just want to. A little present for me, a vacation, something to do, I don't care what reasons you give me just know that I'm doing it." Jet grinned again and cracked his neck, "So let's do this, chosen one."
Dean exhaled slowly and slid his feet into position, "Bring it on."