This chapter is reallyy long lol. Probably bc I stuffed all of season 6 into it haha. Anyway, thanks for Rule27NeverKnowinglyBeSerious, and angel de acuario for the follow & favorite~ how about that season finale tho
Reviews are always appreciated!
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Dean began to have the "apple-pie" life which his sister wished for him to have. He lived with Lisa, a woman he had seen a while back and saved just recently on one of their hunts, and helped take care of her son. However, he'd been living on the edge, not quite apart from his hunting life.
So it was in his garage, that he'd been attacked by Azazel, who had been long dead. He hated the demon, after all Azazel killed both his father and his sister. Yet, he knew he stood no chance against him, and soon found himself being strangled against the wall.
At least, until someone stabbed Azazel in the back, saving him in the end. He never got to catch her face, but he knew it was a female who had rescued him before he passed out in shock.
When he awoke, he looked up at her. His eyes widened in surprise, realizing that it was his sister, back from the pit. He felt tears form at the corner of his eyes, but not until overwhelming feeling of confusion overtook his happiness.
She smiled. "Hey, Dean. I was expecting… I don't know, uh… a hug? Holy water in the face?"
"So, I'm dead? This is heaven? Azazel killed me, and then-"
"Yellow eyes? That's what you saw?" Sam questioned, intrigued.
Why was she intrigued? "'Saw'?" Dean asked.
"You were poisoned. So whatever kind of crazy crap you think you been seeing, it's not real." She said, determined.
Dean still couldn't believe she was here. If she was here, what about Lucifer and Michael? Were they still in the cage? How did she escape? There wasn't a way, so she had be some… monster, or a hallucination. "So, then, are you...real? Or - or am I still -"
"I'm real. Here, let me save you the trouble. All me." She took a silver knife, sliced her hand, and she took a nearby jug of water. She put salt into it, and drank it, shivering. "Ugh. Gross."
"Samantha?" Dean asked, tears beginning to form again.
Sam grinned. "Yeah, it's me."
Dean reached forward and engulfed her in a hug. She held him back, tightly. He couldn't believe she was really back. Who would do this? Why did he deserve such a blessing?
However, he soon learned it was too good to be true. Turns out, someone brought her back without her soul. Now, she was a soulless hunter. She had no feeling, and Dean was just not used to that. He needed her back.
She had been working with their grandfather the whole time, not even relaying any message to Dean and letting him know she was alive in the first place. However, he didn't seem to trust the old man. He might have been mostly jealous how close Sam and their grandfather were.
Either way, he worked as hard as he could to try and get get her soul back. Death agreed to work with him.
It was difficult trying to get Sam to agree with them. He didn't blame her: all the torture her soul must have gone through back in the cage could completely ruin her. Death decided that he could put a wall up, so that she doesn't have to mentally break down whenever she remembered the cage.
If she remembered the cage at all, her soul would explode.
Despite the risk, Death and Dean agreed to work together. Dean, of course, worked as Death for a few hours, which was the worst time of his life, but he understood his lesson. Well and clear.
At Bobby's, Death had arrived with a briefcase. They put Sam back in the panic room, in case she decided to run away and find some sort of help.
"Wait- so… with Sam… is the wall thing really gonna work?" Dean asked timidly.
Death shrugged. "Call it seventy-five percent."
That was a good enough number for Dean, he decided.
So, Dean called Bobby and they opened the door to the panic room, where Sam was tied up on the bed. "Get away from me!" She spat, noticing them enter the room.
Death remained calm. "Now, Samantha, I'm going to put up a barrier inside your mind."
"No, don't touch me." She bit out, reeling from Death who walked over to her, opening his briefcase.
"It might feel a little...Itchy. Do me a favor - don't scratch the wall. trust me - you're not gonna like what happens."
He took the soul, a glowing, pure soul Dean realized, and moved to put it in her chest. She turned to Dean and begged with her eyes wide, "You don't know what'll happen to me! Don't let him do this, please! No, no!"
Dean turned as she screamed in protest.
Dean decided to leave, and hang out in Bobby's basement until his sister's screams ceased. He eventually started to pace the room, but soon Castiel walked out of the panic room, rolling down his sleeves. "Well?" Dean asked expectantly.
"Her soul's in place."
He knew that much. "Is she ever going to wake up?" He demanded.
"I'm not a human doctor, Dean."
"Could you just take a guess?"
Castiel sighed. "Probably not."
"Don't sugarcoat it."
Castiel knitted his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, Dean, but I warned you not to put that thing back inside her."
"What was I supposed to do? Let T-1000 walk around, hope she doesn't open fire?"
Castiel glared at him, which was highly unexpected of the angel. It threw Dean off guard for a second. "Let me tell you what her soul felt like when I touched it. Like it had been skinned alive, Dean. If you wanted to kill your sister, you should have done it outright."
Dean cringed. There wasn't any chance he would want to kill his little sister. Was putting her soul back in place really the equivalence?
Suddenly, Castiel was gone, and he could only hear his sister's even breathing as she slept.
When he walked out of the basement, Bobby poured a couple glasses. "Sam still asleep?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah." He took a drink. If she never wakes up, it would really be his fault.
"She'll wake up." Bobby stated bluntly.
"Yeah." Dean replied, still unsure.
Bobby sighed. "Dean, she's been through how much?"
"She's never been through this." Dean muttered, glancing at a newspaper. He desperately wanted to do something, and take his mind off of recent events. "Job?"
Bobby shrugged. "Might be." He handed Dean the printout.
"Can I help? Send me to the library, anything?"
"Couple goes up in a light plane. Wreckage was just found in the woods." Bobby replied.
"Couple of Buddy Holly's?" Dean said. "Doesn't really seem like News of the Weird."
Bobby took a drink. "Pilot was found seventeen miles away. Girl's just gone. No body, no nothing."
"Ok, I'm not changing the channel."
"Dean."
Dean set his glass down, hard. He turned to face the newcomer.
She was awake.
The question was, how did she feel? Was she suffering inside? He saw that tears trailed down her cheek, and stood immediately, approaching her cautiously. "Samantha?"
She engulfed him in a hug, and he immediately returned it. However, it was just a bit odd. Yet, he had to act natural. He couldn't afford her to be suspicious of him.
He was just glad that she was back to her old, caring self again. Someone he could actually trust.
Sam also hugged Bobby, who patted her back in return. "Good to see you." He said.
"Wait. I saw you -I-I felt Lucifer snap your neck."
"Well, Cas kind of-" Bobby began sheepishly.
Her eyes brightened. "Cas is back? He's alive?"
"Yeah, Cas- Cas is alive, he's fine. Samantha, are you ok?" Dean asked. She doesn't remember a single thing. She only remembered the events before she fell, and they were indeed traumatizing for her.
"Actually… um, I'm starving." She admitted.
Dean immediately went to help making her lunch with Bobby. They made her a sandwich, and put some chips on the side before handing the plate to her. She ate the sandwich gratefully, as Bobby went to get her a water. "So, Sam…" Dean began.
"Yeah?"
"What's the last thing you remember?"
Sam's face fell. "The field. And then I fell."
Dean nodded. "Ok. And then?"
Sam shrugged. "I woke up in the panic room."
That was all good, and Dean was happy for Sam. Everything was fine.
After a successful case of hunting Dragons, Dragons of all creatures, Dean and Sam stood in Bobby's yard as Dean fiddled with one of his findings: a golden watch. "Hey, Sam, ask me what time it is."
She shook her head. "Why don't you just cut to the chase and roll in it?"
Dean was shocked. "I rarely have wealth." It was a good feeling, a powerful feeling really.
"Dean... " Sam said.
Her tone is suddenly heavy with guilt. Dean turned to her, concerned. "Yeah?"
"I am so, so sorry. I can't even begin to say."
She… she couldn't have remembered, right? Not now. "For what?" He still tried to act like he didn't know what she was talking about.
"You know what."
Dean sighed, beat. "Did Bobby-"
"Cas." She admitted.
"Cas. Friggin' child."
She looked back up to him. "You should have told me, Dean."
Dean looked to the ground, avoiding her eyes. "You weren't supposed to know."
"What I did? To Bobby? To you? Of course I should know."
Sam just didn't understand how dangerous this situation would be. "Samantha, Death didn't just shove your soul back in, okay? He put up the great wall of Samantha between you and the things that you don't remember. And trust me when I say that the things you don't know could kill you. That's not a joke."
She still looked determined, much to Dean's chagrin. "All right. But I have to set things right. Or what I can, anyway."
Dean put one hand on her shoulder, and looked into her hazel eyes. "It wasn't you."
She sighed, and brushed his hand off. "You know, I kind of feel like I got slipped the worst mickey of all time...and I woke up to find out that I had burnt the whole city down. And you can say it wasn't me, but...I'm the one with the zippo in my pocket, you know? So I'm not sure it's that cut and dry. And, look, I a-appreciate you trying to protect me. I really do. But I got to fix... What I got to fix. So I need to know what I did."
Dean was desperate. "But you know how dangerous it could be."
"What would you do? Right. Same thing." Sam snapped, clenching her jaw.
What was Dean supposed to say? He didn't want his freaking sister's soul to explode. Yet, she was just too stubborn. She always had been. "Samantha…"
She shook her head. Before she could say anything more, Bobby came out to inform them on new findings.
For some reason, the dragons they had been hunting were after something in Purgatory.
During another case in a town, too many things happened. It seemed that Sam and their grandfather, Samuel, had come on a case a few months past and people were remembering Sam.
As it turns out, they had left the Arachne monster alive. Eventually, they solved the case, but only to betray an old friend. This only brought them back to their old conversation, just before they left the abandoned house where they killed the man. "Sam, y-y-you got to understand that all that crap last year - all of it - none of it was you." Dean tried, taken aback at her look of guilt.
"Let's be crystal clear, ok? That was all me."
Dean sighed. She was never going to let it down, after all. "So, you want me to get you anything?"
Sam scoffed. "What are you now, my waitress?"
Dean threw his hands up in the air. "I'm just trying to make you feel better. Don't be a bitch."
Sam nodded rigidly. "Yeah, I'm fine."
They started walking to the door. Dean scoffed. "Yeah, you look fine. All I'm saying is everything's gonna be okay." Yes. Everything was going to be just fine, Dean had it all covered. He turned to the door. End of conversation, time to go to the Impala and leave.
Sam was still hesitant. "I don't know, Dean. If I did this here, then who knows how many oth-"
Suddenly, her voice stopped and Dean heard a thud.
Dean whirled on his heel, and flew to his knees by Sam's side. Taking her limp body into his arms, he could feel tears brimming at the edge of his eyes. "Sammy? Sammy?" Her eyes were still open, but they were hazed. Dean waved his hand over her eyes for a reaction, but got nothing. "Samantha! Please, talk to me!"
Dean shook her, feeling his heart leap into his throat. "Sam? S-Sam, come on! Come on, damn it."
Suddenly, she gasped and became responsive again. Dean sighed in relief, hauling her up off the floor. She groaned in protest, but Dean urged her that it was better to leave.
Castiel was so intent on finding this 'Eve' girl, who's infamous title was 'mother of all'. She had been summoned from Purgatory, and needed to be stopped. They even went through a lot of trouble to gather the ingredients to shove her back into Purgatory.
However, something just seemed off about Castiel. Dean didn't quite notice until Bobby and Sam said something about it after their skirmish with Eve.
Eventually, they caught Castiel red-handed after something he had said. Something about Superman and kryptonite, which was what Dean had used as a metaphor while they assumed Castiel wasn't around.
"You're in it with him? You and Crowley have been going after Purgatory together? You have, huh? This whole time." Dean spat.
They had trapped Castiel in a circle of holy fire, intending to interrogate him.
"I did it to protect you." Castiel explained, looking around to everyone in the room. "I did it to protect all of you."
"Protect us how? By opening a hole into monsterland?" Sam asked.
They knew that Castiel wanted to open Purgatory, but still had no idea on his intentions. Dean noticed Castiel's face fall when Sam yelled at him.
"She's right, Cas. One drop got through, and it was Eve. And you want to break down the entire dam?" Bobby reciprocated.
"To get the souls. I can stop Raphael. Please, you have to trust me." Castiel begged. Ever since the apocalypse ended, Raphael had been at work to try and rule heaven since Michael was gone. Plus, he wanted to bring the apocalypse right back in, and Castiel wanted to try and stop him. However, he needed more souls to gain more power. Raphael was an archangel, after all, and Castiel needed enough power to top that.
"Trust you?! How in the hell are we supposed to trust you now?" Sam's eyes were wide with disbelief.
"I'm still me. I'm still your friend. Samantha...I'm the one who raised you from Perdition." Castiel stated calmly.
Sam was a bit taken aback by this. But, nevertheless, her fists tightened at her side. "What? Well, no offense...But you did a pretty piss-poor job of it. Wait. Did you bring me back soulless...On purpose?"
Dean gritted his teeth. If that was so, it was a sick, sick joke on Castiel's part. "How could you think that?" Castiel asked, crestfallen.
"Well, I'm thinking a lot of things right now, Cas." Sam replied hotly.
"Listen. Raphael will kill us all. He'll turn the world into a graveyard. I had no choice." Castiel fumed.
Dean shook his head. Unbelievable, the angel was still making excuses.
After trying to reason with him, the Winchesters and Bobby were chased out of the room, as a large cloud of black smoke filtered into the room. They assumed it was Crowley, and thus Castiel was left behind during their escape.
It happened while him, Bobby, and Sam were walking down an alleyway. Bobby wanted to take the two Winchesters with him to meet with Eleanor, who had called them up in the first place. They found her hurt badly, lying on the floor.
She told them that the enemy had enough ingredients to open the door to Purgatory, and that they were going to do it at noon the next day, during an eclipse. Then, after relaying all that to them, she died, and Castiel appeared behind them.
"I'm sorry this had to happen, Crowley got carried away." The angel said.
Dean inhaled sharply. But before he could say anything, Bobby yelled out, "Yeah, I bet it was all Crowley you son of a bitch!" He moved to restrain the man, along with his sister. There was no way the old hunter could take on the angel, after all.
Castiel stepped back as Dean retorted, "You don't even see it, do you? How totally off the rails you are!"
"Enough! I don't care what you think. I've tried to make you understand. You won't listen. So let me make this simple. Please, go home and let me stop Raphael. I won't ask again." Castiel claimed through gritted teeth.
Dean couldn't believe this. "Well, good, 'cause I think you already know the answer."
Castiel shook his head, disappointed. "I wish it hadn't come to this. Well rest assured, when this is all over, I will save Samantha, but only if you stand down."
Save her? What did he mean? "Save Sam from what?" Dean questioned, voicing his thoughts and glancing over to her. She looked slightly jarred from this new information as well.
Suddenly, Castiel appeared behind Sam, and he touched her temple. After that, Castiel disappeared, as Sam clutched her head and screamed.
"Sam!" Dean cried.
Her breathing became rigid, and she fell to the floor. Dean reached out for her in time, catching her before she reached the ground. "Samantha? Come on, dammit!" Her face only crumpled in pain as Dean tried to shake her awake.
They decided that the safest place for her right now was the panic room, and so Bobby and Dean helped move Sam onto the bed in the safehouse. He just wanted to be by her side right now, since there was nothing else he could do.
He moved his hand through her hair, untangling her curls and brushing strands out of her face.
Why did it have to end up like this? She didn't deserve this.
Dean hated Castiel for what he did to his sister. Suddenly, he heard a clicking of tongue. "What has she gotten herself into this time?"
Dean stood, tense, not believing that Gabriel was there, standing in the same room as him. "What's up?"
"'What's up?'" Dean gritted his teeth. He really wanted to slap the archangel, but he didn't have a death wish. "Where have you been, you bastard?"
"Easy, there." Gabriel said. "I may have nearly absolute power, but there isn't anything I could've done to save Samantha. I… I admit, I did go down there to try and free her, but I only saw her soul. Her body was nowhere to be seen."
"Is that so."
"I- I can't do much. I really just came here for support, I'm still in witness protection." Suddenly, his eyesight moved to Sam, who had been behind Dean. She was just starting to convulse violently. Immediately, Gabriel moved to her side, while Dean was already on her other side.
"Samantha? Shit." Dean noticed the glistening sweat on her forehead, the creases in her brow. All thoughts about the archangel flew from his mind, and was replaced by Samantha's well-being.
Gabriel put a hand out, and there was a glow of blue light before Sam stopped convulsing, and her breathing became even again. Dean let out a sigh of relief. He watched as Gabriel leaned down to kiss her forehead, which he made no move to stop because of what he had already done to ease Sam's suffering. "I'm afraid I have to go, someone else is coming."
Dean nodded, and Gabriel left. However, he still wanted to slap the archangel.
Just as the angel left, however, another one appeared.
Balthazar had decided to help, and revealed to him the location as to where Castiel and Crowley were going to open the portal.
Before Bobby and Dean left, Dean made sure to leave clues as to where they were going to be so that Sam could come meet them once she wakes up.
When Dean and Bobby arrived, they were too late. Castiel had taken in all the souls from Purgatory, and was even able to dispose of Raphael with just a snap of his fingers. In fact, Dean was a bit frightened of Castiel. The angel was no doubt going to turn on them, with this newly-found strength and power.