It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester Part 2
"So this is your plan, you're gonna smite the whole friggin' town?" Dean asked.
"We're out of time. This witch has to die, the seal must be saved." Castiel replied.
"There are a thousand people here." Sam said.
"One thousand two hundred fourteen." Uriel corrected.
"And you're willing to kill them all?" Angela asked.
"This isn't the first time I've… purified a city." Uriel smirked.
"Look, I understand this is regrettable." Castiel said.
"Regrettable?" Dean asked.
"We have to hold the line. Too many seals have broken already." Castiel replied.
"So you screw the pooch on some seals and this town has to pay the price?" Angela asked.
"It's the lives of one thousand against the lives of six billion." Castiel said. "There's a bigger picture here."
"Right, cause you're bigger picture kind of guys." Dean nodded.
"Lucifer cannot rise." Castiel pressed. "He does and hell rises with him. Is that something that you're willing to risk?"
"We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone." Sam said. "Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die."
"We're wasting time with these mud monkeys." Uriel said.
Castiel turned away from Dean and Angela to Uriel. "I'm sorry, but we have our orders."
"No, you can't do this, you're angels, I mean aren't you supposed to, you're supposed to show mercy." Sam said.
"Says who?" Uriel asked.
"We have no choice." Castiel added.
"Of course you have a choice." Angela replied. "I mean, come on, what? You've never questioned a crap order, huh? What are you both, just a couple of hammers?"
"Look, even if you can't understand it, have faith." Castiel told Angela. "The plan is just."
"How can you even say that?" Sam asked.
"Because it comes from heaven, that makes it just." Castiel said.
"Oh, it must be nice, to be so sure of yourselves." Dean replied.
"Tell me something, Dean, when your father gave you an order, didn't you obey?" Castiel asked.
Dean looked at Castiel and took a second. "Well sorry boys, looks like the plans have changed."
"You think you can stop us?" Uriel asked.
Dean started over and stood in Uriel's face.
"No, but if you're gonna smite this whole town, then you're gonna have to smite us with it, because we're not leaving." Dean replied. "See, you went to the trouble of busting me out of hell and making sure Angie hunted with us. I figure we're worth something to the man upstairs. So you wanna waste us, go ahead, see how he digs that."
"I will drag you out of here myself." Uriel threatened.
"Yeah, but you'll have to kill us, then we're back to the same problem." Dean shrugged. "I mean, come on, you're gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch. Sounds to me like you're compensating for something."
Dean turned back and looked at Castiel.
"We can do this." He assured. "We will find that witch and we will stop the summoning."
"Castiel!" Uriel exclaimed. "I will not let these peop—
"Enough!" Castiel held his hand up at Uriel. Castiel stared at Dean and Angela for a second. " Suggest you move quickly."
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Dean, Sam and Angela walked up to the Impala, which was now splattered with eggs. Dean walked around to the driver's side as Sam opened the passenger side door and Angela opened the backseat door. Dean looked around, very mad.
"Astronaut!" he yelled.
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Dean took a seat next to Sam in the Impala, and saw that Sam looked upset.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Nothing." Sam muttered. He held the hex bag in his hand and took a breath. "I thought they'd be different."
"Who, the angels?" Angela asked.
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
"Well, we tried to tell ya." Dean said.
"I just… I mean, I thought they'd be righteous." Sam replied.
"Well, they are righteous, I mean, that's kind of the problem." Angela replied. "Of course there's nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he's on a holy mission."
"But, I mean, this is God? And Heaven? This is what I've been praying to?" Sam asked.
"Look man, I know you're into the whole God thing, you know, Jesus on a tortilla and stuff like that." Dean replied. "But just because there's a couple of bad apples doesn't mean the whole barrel's rotten. I mean, for all we know, God hates those jerks. Don't give up on this stuff, is all I'm saying. Babe Ruth was a dick but baseball's still a beautiful game."
Sam looked at him, but still looked disappointed. He started to go through the contents of the hex bag in his hand, and picked up the bone.
"Well, are you gonna figure out a way to find this witch, or are you just gonna sit there fingering your bone?" Dean asked.
Dean started the Impala.
"You know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this, guys?" Sam asked.
"No." Dean replied.
"A lot." Angela replied, taking the bone. "I mean, more than a fire or some kitchen oven."
"Okay, Betty Crocker, what does that mean?" Dean looked back at her.
"It means we make a stop." She replied.
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Dean walked over to a kiln in Don's classroom at the school. Sam and Angela went over to Don's desk.
"So Tracy used the kiln to char the bone, what's the big deal?" Dean asked.
Sam and Angela were rifling through the stuff on Don's desk as Dean walked over.
"Dean, that hex bag turned up in our hotel room, not after we talked to Tracy—Sam started.
"After we talked to the teacher." Dean finished.
Angela noticed a bottom drawer of Don's desk was locked with a latch.
"Hey—she started.
Dean and Sam saw it too, and Angela got a hammer off the table behind them and knelt down to hit the lock until it broke free. She opened the drawer where there were bones in a bowl, one charred, the others not. Angela straightened up.
"My God, those are all from children." She breathed.
"And I'm guessing he's not saving them for the dog." Dean replied.
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Don started an incantation. Tracy was tied up with the rope and a rag wrapped around her mouth, stifling her cries as she struggled to get free. Don stood at a dark altar and he took a knife and chalice from the table and walked over to Tracy. He ran the tip of the knife down her neck, not drawing blood, but stared at her. Don raised the knife above his head to stab her, and got shot from behind three times. Dean, Sam and Angela had come, and Dean went over to Tracy to untie her as Sam and Angela checked Don's body. Dean cut Tracy down and she ripped off the gag.
"Thank you, he was gonna kill me!" she exclaimed. "Ugh, that sick son of a bitch. I mean, did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him?" she asked. "How sloppy his incantation was?"
The three hunters looked up.
"My brother—Tracy started.
Sam, Dean and Angela went to draw their guns again.
"Always a little dumb." Tracy continued.
Tracy threw up her hand and yelled an incantation and Dean, Sam and Angela flew back hitting the ground, and writhing in pain.
"He was gonna make me the final sacrifice, his idea, but now, that honor goes to him." Tracy said. "Our master's return? The spell work's a two man job you understand, so for 600 years I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Planning, preparing, unbearable."
Tracy knelt down by Don and picked up the knife and the chalice.
"The whole time I wanted to rip his face off." She said.
She started digging the knife into Don's bullet wound, and held the chalice up to catch the blood flow. She looked back over to Dean, Sam and Angela, who were still writhing in pain on the floor clutching their stomachs.
"And you get him with a gun, uh, love that." Tracy smiled.
She got up and went back to the altar on the table.
"You know, back in the day, this was the one day you kept your children inside. Well tonight you'll all see what Halloween really is."
Tracy started another incantation, and Sam, still clutching his stomach in pain, made his way to Don's body, putting his hand in the blood and smeared it on his face. Dean and Angela saw this.
"What are you doing?" Angela hissed.
"Just follow my lead." Sam replied.
Sam spread blood on Dean and Angela's face, and moved back away from Don. As Tracy finished the incantation the ground cracked and black smoke poured out of it, and into the body of Don, who was now Samhain. Dean, Sam and Angela were not able to stop his rising, and another seal had been broken. He opened his eyes and they turned white with the pupil staying black. The three hunters lied still on the floor, their torture finished. Samhain rose off the floor and looked at Tracy's back that was turned to him. His vision was blurry. He walked over to her and she turned around smiling at him. Samhain kissed her.
"My love." Tracy said.
"You've aged." He replied.
"This face… I can't fool you." She whispered.
"Your beauty is beyond time." He replied, leaning in and resting their foreheads together. Suddenly he snapped her neck sideways and she fell to the floor. "Whore."
Samhain turned around as he sniffed the air and saw Dean, Sam and Angela lying on the floor. He walked over and looked at them for a second. After a few moments Samhain walked past them and left, shutting the door behind him. Dean and Angela opened their eyes and leaned over to Sam.
"What the hell was that?" Dean asked.
"Halloween lore." Sam shrugged. "People used to wear masks to hide from him, so I gave it a shot."
"Y-you gave it a shot?!" Angela went wide eyed.
Dean and Angela looked at him not believing that they took a chance like that on an idea Sam had from reading lore.
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Dean, Sam and Angela walked across the street toward the Impala, wiping the blood off their faces.
"Where the hell are we gonna find this mook?" Dean asked.
"Where would you go to raise other dark forces of the night?" Sam asked.
"The cemetery." Angela said.
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
They got in the Impala and drove off.
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Dean was driving while Sam sat in the passenger seat and Angela sat in the back.
"So, this demon's pretty powerful." Sam commented.
"Yeah." Dean and Angela replied.
"Might take more than the usual weapons." Sam said.
He glanced at Dean and then Angela out of the corner of his eye, and they got what he was suggesting.
"Sam, no, you're not using your psychic whatever." Dean said.
"Don't even think about it." Angela added. "Ruby's knife is enough."
"Why?" Sam asked.
"Well because the angels said so for one—Dean started.
"I thought you guys said they were a bunch of fanatics." Sam countered.
"Well they happen to be right about this one." Dean replied.
"I don't know, guys, it doesn't seem like they're right about much." Sam said.
"Well then forget the angels, okay?" Angela snapped. "You said yourself, these powers, it's like playing with fire."
Dean picked up the knife and held out the handle to Sam.
"Please." Dean said.
Sam took the knife from Dean but didn't say anything.
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Justin tried the door again, and it stayed locked, but the doors to the crypts in the room started to shake. The teenagers backed away into the corners, but Justin looked to one side, and began to back to the other side. A door came open, and a hand reached out and grabbed his ankles. Justin screamed as a zombie dragged him off his feet and into the crypt, a second later blood splattered out of the crypt, squirting out and covering the ground in front of the crypt. The teens started to freak out and tried to get the gate open. Dean, Sam and Angela came down the stairs. Sam looked at Dean, Angela and the people locked in the room.
"Help them." Sam said.
"Dude, you're not going off alone." Dean replied.
"Do it!" Sam snapped.
Sam ran after Samhain and Dean looked at Angela.
"Go after him." Dean said.
She nodded and followed after Sam. Dean looked back at the teens and motioned for them to move.
"Stand back! Stand back!" Dean yelled.
The teens moved away from the gate and Dean shot the lock, and kicked the door open to let them all out.
"Go on, come on, get out, move!" Dean exclaimed.
After the teens all rushed past him, Dean watched as a door of a grave in the mausoleum room crashed to the ground and broke. A zombie crawled out of it, and stood up as another grave door crashed to the ground and the zombie in the next gave over started to crawl out as well. Dean pulled out a weapon as the second zombie got up and held up what looked like a silver stake.
"Bring it on, stinky." Dean said.
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Angela finally caught up to Sam, who looked at her.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked.
"Coming with you. I may not be your number one fan right now, but I'm not gonna let you do this alone." Angela replied.
Sam sighed, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get her to go back. "Fine."
They walked around the mausoleum looking for Samhain. They turned the corner and saw Samhain in a room facing the wall. They tried walking up to him silently, Sam's eyes narrowed. Samhain turned around suddenly and threw up his hand, and a bright white light came out of it. Sam quickly shoved Angela out of the light's path and continued walking toward Samhain. Angela stared wide eyed and stood up off the ground.
"Yeah, that demon ray gun stuff?" Sam asked. "It doesn't work on me."
Samhain ran at Sam, and Sam threw an uppercut punch and they fought. Samhain finally pushed Sam against the wall by his neck, getting the upper hand.
Angela swallowed thickly and started walking towards Samhain, quietly, until he turned his head and shoved her against the wall with an invisible force.
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There was a zombie with a silver stake coming out of its chest lying on the floor and Dean stabbed another zombie to the ground with another silver stake right next to the first one. A pair of shoes walked up behind Dean with a pair of women's frail feet in them. Dean heard it and grabbed a stake before he turned around to stab her, but she flickered and disappeared, and was behind him as he stood up fully. He turned around and she motioned both her hands at him and he flew across the room, sliding down the wall.
"Zombie ghost orgy, huh?" Dean asked. "Well, that's it, I'm torching everybody." Dean said.
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Sam managed to get the knife out, and tried to stab Samhain, and when it started to cut into his skin, it sizzled and Samhain pushed it out of Sam's hand, and whipped Sam around and threw him into the wall across the room. Angela wriggled against the invisible force. Sam got up and Samhain looked at him, ready to attack, went to run at Sam, but Sam put up his hand, and used his psychic power to stop him. Angela went wide eyed. Samhain struggled against Sam, but Sam managed to keep him from advancing too much. Dean came running around the corner and saw Sam using his powers. Dean's face fell. Sam saw Dean over the shoulder of Samhain, but continued. Sam's nose started to bleed as blood pounded in his head and he grabbed his head with his free hand. Finally, Sam exorcized Samhain as his nose continued to bleed and the blood pounding in his head started to slow down. Angela slumped against the wall, freed from Samhain's invisible force. Once Samhain was out of the body, Don's eyes turned back to color and Sam could barely look at Dean or Angela.
He went to help Angela up, but she just looked up at him and stood up herself, ignoring his help. She felt a wave of emotions, but barely showed them as she walked off. Sam looked at the floor and sighed. Dean looked at him sadly, and with a little bit of fear in his eyes.
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Sam was packing clothes into his duffel bag.
"Tomorrow." Uriel said.
Sam jumped at the sound of someone else in the room and turned to Uriel.
"November 2nd, it's an anniversary for you." Uriel continued.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked.
"It's the day Azazel killed your mother, Angela's mother, and 22 years later your girlfriend too. It must be difficult to bear, yet you so brazenly use the power he gave you. His profane blood pumping through your veins."
"Excuse me?" Sam asked.
"You were told not to use your abilities."
"And what was I supposed to do?" Sam asked. "That demon would have killed me, my brother, Angie and everyone."
"You were told not to."
"If Samhain had gotten loose in this town—
"You've been warned, twice now."
"You know?" Sam asked. "My brother and Angie were right about you, you are dicks."
"The only reason you're still alive, Sam Winchester, is because you've been useful. But the moment that ceases to be true, the second you become more trouble than you're worth, one word. One, and I will turn you to dust." Uriel said. He backed off, but kept talking. "As for your brother and Angela, tell them that maybe they should climb off that high horse of theirs. Ask Dean what he remembers from hell."
There was another flutter of wings. Sam went wide eyed, Uriel was gone. Sam turned around looking for him.
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Dean and Angela were sitting on a park bench watching kids play. Castiel sat on the park bench next to Angela. Dean was looking the other way, but sensed the angel's arrival.
"Let me guess you're here for the 'I told you so'." Angela said.
"No." Castiel replied.
"Well, good, cause we're really not that interested." Dean said.
"I am not here to judge you two." Castiel commented.
"Then why are you here?" Angela asked.
"Our orders—
"Yeah, you know, I've had about enough of these orders of yours—Angela started.
"Our orders were not to stop the summoning of Samhain, they were to do whatever you told us to."
"Your orders were to follow our orders?" Dean asked.
"It was a test, to see how you two would perform under… battlefield conditions, you might say."
"It was a witch, not the Tet Offensive." Dean replied.
"So we, uh, failed your test, huh?" Angela asked. "But you know what? If you would have waved that magic time traveling wand of yours and we had to do it all over again, I'd make the same call, and I think Dean would have too. 'Cause see, I don't know what's gonna happen when these deals are broken, hell I don't even know what's gonna happen tomorrow. But what I do know is, that this, here? These kids, the swings, the trees, all of it is still here because of Dean, Sam and me."
"You misunderstood me. I'm not like you think." Castiel said. "I was praying that you would choose to save the town."
"You were?" Angela looked up at him, slightly surprised.
"These people, they're all my father's creations. They're works of art, and yet, even though you stopped Samhain, the deal was broken and we are one step closer to hell on earth, for all creation." Castiel replied. "Now that's not an expression, it's literal. You should appreciate what that means." He added as Dean looked at him a little pained, and sad. "Can I tell you two something if you promise not to tell another soul?"
"Okay." Dean nodded.
"I'm not a… hammer as you say. I have questions, I have doubts. I don't know what is right and what is wrong anymore, whether you passed or failed here. But in the coming months you will have more decisions to make. I don't envy the weight that's on your shoulders. I truly don't."
Dean, Castiel and Angela shared a looked and Dean and Angela looked out to the kids again. When they looked back, Castiel was gone.
A/N: Hey guys! Hope you liked the chapter! In the next chapter Sam and Angie will have a small heart-to-heart, and I think you'll like it. Also, thank you, I'm so glad Angie can make you laugh! Her and Castiel will get into some more little verbal fights, but at the tail end of the story they'll actually become really close, so I hope you're all excited. :)
Don't forget to review! Love y'all!
~Emily