Dean was at his home in Lawrence when Castiel called. He said there was something wrong with Sam. So after he drove to Cas' house, he was waiting for the news about Sam. He wasn't optimistic, Dean couldn't shake the feeling of the wrongness about Sam. Hell, even Dark World Sam had more personality. He hoped Sam was okay. When he got there, he just walked in, not knowing that Hannah was walking around in a towel. She screamed.
"Whoa!" Dean put up his hands in surrender. "Sorry. Cas said I could come over."
Hannah looked upset. Normally, she couldn't care less about being caught in a state of undress, but ever since she became human, her human emotions were more aware now. She was confused about her embarrassment, but was aware on how annoyed she was at Dean.
"You cannot just walk in someone's house. A doorbell exists." She says clutching the towel in embarrassment.
Dean immediately turns around, especially when Castiel walked out naked. Oh god. Cas and Hannah...Oops.
"Dean." Cas says in his usual gravely voice. "You should have called or knocked." He immediately grabs the cushions on their couch.
Dean's face red, he quickly apologizes.
"Can I turn around now?" God he hoped they were decent.
"Give us a few minutes." Cas ordered.
"I'll be outside.''
Dean couldn't help but start laughing. Oh man. Cas and Hannah. He sat in his car waiting for Cas.
"Cas you sly dog." He chuckles. Guess he and Hannah are more than just friends. Yeah they are married, but...His thoughts were interrupted when Cas walks out of his house.
"Dean. About Sam."
Dean couldn't help but chuckle.
"Yeah. Cas. You and Hannah. Um, sorry."
Castiel looked embarrassed.
"Yeah. We were showering together and..."
Dean slaps his hand on Cas' mouth.
"No. No need to explain. You're married. Next time, I'll call first." No way was he interrupting Cas' one on one time.
"Thanks. Dean. Sam. He is not himself."
"No shit."
"While you were busy, Bobby called for assistance. There was a monster that drove people to suicide."
"The Truth Goddess? Yeah. Alt Sam hunted her in the dark universe."
"That's the one. Bobby. He said Sam wasn't himself. So I drove to Bobby's to investigate. Sam, he is different. It's definitely your Sam, but. He changed. Dean. I asked for a favor."
"What favor?"
"I called for a old friend for help. To check Sam. To see if he was human."
"What do you mean? If he was human?"
"Bobby was afraid. Sam. He was afraid Sam wasn't human anymore. He sent Sam for a hunt. My friend, a 'specialist' was waiting."
"Ok, and?"
"He checked Sam's body. Dean. His soul. It's gone."
"What do you mean? Son of a bitch. Michael."
Dean closed his eyes. Michael's soul bomb. Dammit. He must have took Sam's soul while Dean and him were in Chicago. That was the day they arrived. Sam went missing. There was a note. When Dean got there, the apartment building was empty. In frustration, Dean burnt it down.
"Michael? Our Michael?"
"No. That douchebag wearing my skin. Son of a bitch."
Castiel looked confused.
"Never mind. Cas, I don't know how to get Sam's soul back. His soul was taken by a powerful archangel. Dark Michael took him. Probably others. Cas, there is no way I can go back. Michael made it clear."
Cas nodded.
"What do you want to do? Even if I was an angel again, I don't have that amount of power. Only a powerful being can open the doors."
"Any ideas?"
Castiel closes his eyes. He heard of Death, but rumors were She ignored every event. Unless it was extremely serious. There was a spell to bind Her, but She already killed every summoner that started it. He needed to talk to Sergei.
"Dean. I'm going to see a friend. I suggest you see Bobby."
"No. I'm coming with you." Dean insisted.
"The man I'm going to see doesn't like strangers. Sam, he's with Bobby. I promise to call if I find out anything."
"Okay. Dean sighs. It's been months. No wonder Sam wasn't acting like himself. He never bothered to see his fiancée Piper either. Instead he acted like Dean in the old days. Flirting hard with random women and getting their numbers. Dean was sure Sam never cheated, but Sam's behavior rubbed Dean the wrong way. Sam, he made Dean really uneasy. He even drank hard and ate cheeseburgers and greasy foods. Dean, he was going to fix Sam. Maybe get Piper to slap some sense into him. Wait a minute. The Power of Three. Maybe all three combined can bring Sam's soul back.
Jaime quietly hums as she puts the book away. Working at the library wasn't her dream job but it paid the bills. Her appointment at the physio clinic wasn't until tomorrow, so she switched shifts with Denise who for some reason was acting more and more upbeat. Usually clumsy and uncoordinated, she was now doing her job with ease, with her talking about quitting her job and heading to Atlantic City to find her fortune. Plus that wasn't the only thing. She matched with some guy from the west coast and was meeting him in town before she took off.
When Jaime saw who was coming in, her heart started beating really fast. It was Dan. Shit! Was it four already? She checked her watch. Three forty four. Phew. Then her shift was almost over. Dan was meeting her for a early dinner. Then they were going to the movies.
They been dating for the last four months, ever since they met at the White's dinner party. Dan was really sweet. He didn't care that Jaime was in a wheelchair, he accepted her for who she was. Ever since they met Jaime and Dan been seeing each other on a regular basis. His daughter, Jenny was extremely happy. Usually girls her age would hate having a strange woman around, but she encouraged Jaime and Dan to date. They did the usual couple things, except one. Jaime and Dan never took their relationship to the next level. Dan was patient, but he hinted that Jaime move in with him. He even built a wheelchair ramp in his house. Jaime was hesitant. She liked Dan, loved Jenny as a younger sister, but her heart felt hollow. She quickly shoved those feelings down. Their relationship was still brand new.
"Hey." Dan says walking in.
"Hey stranger." Jaime greets back. They kiss. Just a peck, but Jaime and Dan smile.
"Almost ready?" Dan asks.
"I still have to finish my shift. But we do have a fresh selection of newspapers to pass the time."
"Good. Nothing like a bits of bad news to look forward to." Dan jokes.
Jaime giggles. But he wasn't wrong. These last few months were full of weird events. Violent weather, people disappearing into thin air, and that was just good news. The amount of murders that were taking place. Dan forbade Jenny from going out after dark. Jenny didn't argue back, the town was under curfew. Which is why they were having their date early.
As Jaime was putting the last of the books away, Dan showed her a newspaper article. Jaime grimaced reading it. A family of four were missing. There was signs of a struggle, and blood splatters were found in the master bedrooms. The authorities were worried about the two kids. A eight year old and a six year old.
"Those poor kids. What does the police say?"
"That they are looking into it. They are hesitant on putting up a Amber Alert. They don't want to alert the kidnappers. Apparently it may be a copycat killer. Those murders are similar to kidnappings that happened over fifty years ago."
"Where does it say that? The Amber Alert."
"I have friends that work in the police station. They are currently investigating. They don't want to spook the kidnappers. They believe it may be a human smuggling ring. This kind of murders wasn't new. When they found the latest victims, the same pattern was there, except somethings changed. A man's heart and the woman's tongue was cut out. Both were sitting on the front lawn.''
Jaime shudders.
"That's terrible. The kids?''
"Missing. The police investigating but have no physical evidence of the murderers. No fibers, no DNA, no shoe prints, even though the front door was opened, and it was raining hard."
"No tracks. Damn. If there was a human heart as well as a woman's tongue, no way it could have belonged to the parents."
Jaime was thoughtful. Strangely enough, it all sounded so familiar. But there was no way. Was she a cop or a detective before her amnesia? She wished she could remember. When she heard the town's bells going off, she knew her shift was over. As she looked at Dan, she knew she didn't want to go out to dinner, she wanted to solve this case.
"Hon? About dinner."
Dan sighs.
"You're canceling again. Aren't you." This was the third time. Dan wished he never brought up the murders. Every time something odd came up, Jaime was there pouring over old case files and finding clues. There was two cases she helped solve. There was one about missing children found blind in the sewers. She said it was similar to a case from the west coast a few years ago. So she went online and contacted a "specialist" to take care of the problem. The children's eyes were back to normal a day later.
Then another oddball case, Jaime was stubbornly trying to solve. Unusual murders that weren't murders. Doctors were baffled at the so called "miraculous" cures. A man with a literal hole in his body walking around. A car accident victim with several broken bones and burst organs recovering in a hospital. She contacted the same specialist that set things right. Both died a few days later. When Dan complained, Jaime said the angels were not responsible. She said those were signs of a apocalypse. When Dan scoffed, she then argued back that things were happening that shouldn't be. She didn't know why, but the more she worked these cases, the more she was getting her memories back. Now she had a new case. Save that family.
"Jaime. Come have dinner. Instead of going out, we'll order in. We'll solve this thing together. But. We'll leave things to the proper authorities. Promise?"
"Promise." They kiss.
The shaman was enjoying his smoke. Nothing like tobacco leaves from deep of the jungles of El Salvador. Those leaves were extremely rare, only blooming every ten years. The creatures that harvest it only come to this realm every ten years, only to collect the plants and reharvest the seeds that sleep for a decade. It cost Sergei a small fortune to acquire it, but was well worth it. He thanked the archangel for bringing it as a gift. When he heard the alarms, he knew an angel was here. He leisurely finishes his smoke and when he was done he stretches. Ah. The angel Castiel. Its been years.
Castiel was giving him a dirty look as he stood in the holy fire.
"Was this really necessary?" Castiel asked in a irritated voice. "I no longer have my wings."
"Then you can easily walk out of it."
As much as he wanted to, he couldn't. He wasn't human long enough. He was annoyed when Sergei laughed.
"There is no holy oil there. Just cooking oil. I knew you would show up. It's about that Winchester isn't it. Come in. I made tea." When Castiel didn't move, he sighed. "Fine. Let me bring the fire extinguisher."
Castiel was sitting uncomfortably on the floor watching as Sergei finishing setting up his tea. Castiel wanted nothing more than to tell him to hurry up, but he didn't. He knew Sergei well. He hated rushing. He claimed he lived as long as he did being careful. Castiel knew about his background, he was born in a family of shamans. They possessed vast knowledge of ancient spells not even other angels or demons knew. Witches, warlocks, Men of Letters, and even Crowley came to him for his input. Brainwashing him was impossible, he knew how to cloak his brain. Not even Naomi could see what he knew. Castiel didn't trust him, but he had no choice.
"One or two teaspoons."
"No thanks."
"You sure? I made this from the ancient tea leaves of Da-Hong Pao. I bargained it from the Chinese Government. Cost me my painting of Van Gogh's Poppy Flowers, but well worth it."
Castiel shook his head.
"Very well. The soul of Sam Winchester is missing. I'm sure you heard about that Archangel's plans of the soul bomb from your loved one."
Castiel nods.
"That angel ordered everyone to guard the doors. No one can cross over or return. So it would be impossible to cross. Not without help."
"Then who shall I ask. The only one that I can think of is ignoring my prayers."
"Yes. She is busy. God is destroying reality. Even our world. It's just a matter of time. But hope is not lost. I can give you a name." He gets up and writes down a name. "Here. And old family friend of The Winchesters. A Dr Robert. He can help."
Castiel stares at the paper.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Give it to your human. You know the one you care about."
Castiel gets up to leave. Before he leaves, Sergei stops him.
"Wait."
"What." Castiel says in irritation.
Sergei goes to his cupboard and takes out a box.
"Give this to the witch. To give to the Winchester's counterparts. Only the witch can cross over without alerting Death or God. Do not open it. If you do, you'll alert Him. The witch will know what to do."
Castiel stares at it. It couldn't be.
"Where did you get this. Its been lost for centuries. Not since The Flood."
"My lover, The Goddess of The Underworld gave it to me as a gift. Do not lose it. It is the only copy in all of Creation."
Castiel takes the box. What is in here was more coveted than the Angel Tablet. Castiel knew exactly to give it to.
"Thank you."
''Good luck."
Bobby Singer was reading one of his ancient texts, trying to distract himself from his foster son Sam Winchester. He hated to say it, he was scared. He didn't dare go outside, knowing he was vulnerable the moment he stepped out of the house. Ever since Sam and him got back from hunting, he was wondering why Dean was actively avoiding him. Sam knew. Dean was currently on his way to San Francisco to see the sisters. To 'fix' Sam. Bobby hoped that they hurried up, the more time they took, the harder it was to keep an eye on a monster.
Dean was on the road when Cas called back. He gave him a name. Dean knew exactly who that was. His Dad called him Dr Death. He looked at the clock. He still had two more days of driving.
Jaime's eyes were getting sleepy. She and Dan tried to have a romantic night in, but while they were watching TV, there was another Amber Alert. A teenager went missing in the nearby town of Arkdale. Dan immediately made a call. Jaime told Sam she was going to sleep in the guest bedroom. Dan just nodded, too busy talking to the detective on the other side, clearly worried about his daughter.
It took Jaime a few minutes to get into bed, but she did it. She was already undressed, too tired to change in her nightgown. She used her arms to tuck her legs into bed. She then fell in a restless sleep.
She saw herself with two women. All three were upstairs in a dark room looking for a trunk. She saw and heard thunder and rain. The youngest, obviously home was college was insisting in looking inside the locked trunk. The oldest, a well dressed brunette was hesitant. She clearly hated to be up here, same with herself. This room was spooky. Especially now with the darkness. The lightning and thunder making it worse.
Before the trunk could be opened, she saw a Man. He was shaking His head at her.
Jaime woke up sweating. That Man. He was warning her. Don't open the trunk. What was He hiding? Her identity? Jaime wished she knew.
Dean finally makes it to San Francisco. The weather rained all throughout every state. Flood warnings were everywhere. The usual sunny weather was gone, replaced by never ending rain. What is going on? He was tempted to go to a random motel to sleep, but he didn't. He headed to Chinatown to see Dr Robert.
The butcher was doing his usual routine, chopping up his orders for his business, making sure that there was enough meat and pork for everyone. Competition was tough, many businesses like himself were up and down the same block. Luckily he had a edge. His tenant upstairs was running his own business. Every week either a unregistered USA citizen, or someone with no medical insurance came to see him for their medical treatments, including surgery. He himself saw him for medical surgery, he took out his appendix and delivered his wife's baby. He gave him a huge discount on the rent, despite his own rent costing him a huge fortune in San Fransisco. But he figured it was worth it, good doctors like him were very hard to find. Especially those that specializes in "special" services. When he saw the young hunter, he knew he was there to see his friend. He nodded to his partner. His brother went and unlocked the back door. Hopefully the hunter bought some meat, he just got a fresh order.
Dean drove up to the address Cas gave him. Since Castiel was fluent in every language on Earth, he told him exactly where to go. The address was written in Chinese, but Castiel helpfully translated to English. Dean looked up at the sign.
"Really? 230 Keefer." His Dad saw Dr Robert here? A butcher shop? Dean tried not to judge. As a hunter, he and Sam usually stitched each other up. Neither one had insurance, but since Gabriel cleared them from the law, Sam and Dean wanted a normal life. Especially since their girlfriends wanted them to be normal citizens. As he walked in the door he walked up to the butcher who told him to go straight down the hall.
Dr Robert heard the bell. He gestured to Eva, his assistant, a former medical student to get ready. Wonder who the new patient was. He had a file cabinet full of patient names, which he saved on a private save cloud, thanks to a old friend Frank who recommended he never keep any paper files. His practice was cash only, but he did accept barters occasionally. If he needed a very rare medicine, he called one of his contacts, the Shaman Sergei. Who also had his own practice. Doctors like him were usually non licensed, obviously. Humans weren't the only patients he saw. As he walked out to greet his latest patient, he was surprised to see who it was. Dean Winchester. Wow. He grew up. From a scrawny eight year old, to a strong young man.
Dean wasn't impressed by the dirty hallways. Hopefully the doctor had clean equipment. He had a envelope full of cash. Dr Robert wasn't cheap. Especially for the service Dean was asking for. He just hoped this worked.
He already saw the Halliwells. They told him they no longer had their active powers. Well, except for Prue. Paige wasn't as powerful, her whitelighter side was gone. Piper didn't say much, except asking about Sam. No way was Sam seeing Piper or Jenna. Sam was soulless. Dean didn't doubt he'll sacrifice anyone to avoid getting his soul back. He liked not having a consciousness. He just wished Phoebe still had her premonitions. She could see what Sam was thinking, since he rarely shared much. Except for hunting. He just hoped Bobby was safe.
Bobby held a sigh of relief when Sam told him he was going to run an errand. They were playing cards to pass the time, but Bobby felt uneasy the entire time Sam was there. It was Sam, but also not Sam. He already had his gun and cuffs ready. He silently apologized to Dean, if the nuclear option was there, Bobby wouldn't hesitate.
The angel Balthazar heard the call. He was partying it up in France with male and female party goers. All were nude and was getting ready for their annual orgy. Balthazar was annoyed. He rarely missed a year. He apologized to twin models, Jean-Paul and Julien, telling them he'll be back and to hold their place. Before he left, he saw the two men flirting with his ex lovers, the goddess Athena, and the siren Altargatis. Mmm. He just hoped whomever was calling him was worth it.
"Sam Winchester. What can I do for you?" He wasn't surprised. He saw his shell. That was it. His soul was disparu (gone/missing). His long time friend Castiel told him about it. Guess the rumors were true. Other worlds did exist. Wonder what his counterpart was like. If he still existed.
"This better be good."
As Balthazar listened to Sam's pleads, he nods. Bobby Singer. His soul was worth a huge fortune. Almost as valuable as John Winchester's. The auction was coming up, and since the demon Zhan was dead, there was a new auctioneer. He knew who it was, it was someone he was trying to get in bed for the last four hundred years. He had a glimpse of the things being auctioned, and powers wasn't it. Obviously this auction was elite invitation only. He was lucky to get a invite. Already he knew Gabriel was attending, rumors were Raphael as well. Usually he avoided the two archangels, but what he saw on the block, he figured he would just ignore them.
"Okay. I know a ritual. It involves you doing a dirty sacrifice. It involves scarring your vessel."
"Scarring? Oh you mean cutting."
"Kind of. You see Sam, you are too pure. You need to kill your father."
"My father is dead."
"Yes, that can pose a problem. But other than biological, who is the man that raised you?"
"Bobby. Fine."
"Just like that. Huh. Usually patricide scares away most folks, but you are not most folks. Kill Singer, and your body will be too filthy to carry a soul. I will come to collect." He flies away in a flutter of wings. Hopefully the twins weren't done yet.
"Dean Winchester. It's been years. Your daddy came to me to get stitched up. Of course that was when I was still licensed. Come in."
Eva saw the hunter. Hmph. He was just like all the others. She got the needles ready. When he ordered Dean to lay down, Dean hesitated. Eva shoved him down. Telling him to man up. She just wanted to get this day over with, she was exhausted from working overtime. When the lights went out, she turned on their generator. She needed to buy gas and batteries. Those storms were getting more and more frequent.
"You sure this is safe?" Dean asked as he was shoved down. The amount of money he paid the doctor, he was in debt to Jenna for a long time. But she told him to be careful.
"My success rate is 75%. Relax. I done this plenty of times."
Dean wasn't convinced. But he had no choice. When he yelped at the IV being forced in, he glared at Eva. She just looked bored.
"You have three minutes. Remember. Time moves differently in the plane."
Dean nodded.
The doctor clicked his watch as the machines whined.
The reaper Merle looked bored as she stood in the empty room. She was under orders. Assist the witch.
As Dean woke up, he saw the doctor and Eva standing still. Or so they seemed. If Dean squinted, he could see them moving. So this was the astral plane. He's been to Heaven, but never the road to the inbetween. This was kinda cool. He needed to see Death.
"Dad! Dad!" Jenny screamed.
Dan came running in. When he saw Jaime's lifeless body, he started administering CPR.
"Jenny call 911!" He ordered. No. Jaime can't be dead. She can't be.
"Where am I?"
"The astral plane. I am under orders to assist you."
Jaime looked down at herself. She is standing? How?
"Earth's rules don't apply here. My boss gave me orders. To assist Her."
"Excuse me?"
"To collect. Usually we do it, but our boss's Boss is off world. So we need a capable soul to do it."
When Jaime was given a list, she groaned. Great. That explained the dark clothes. When she saw the ring on her hand, she knew who that ring belonged to.
"Couldn't Azrael do the work herself?" Jaime asks irritated.
Dean went downstairs to see Death. He met Him once, years ago. He was eating nachos from 7-11. Dean felt uneasy around him, he was sure his time was up. Death said He was there to give Dean a message. "Don't screw up." That was it. Dean never saw Him again. When he asked Castiel, Cas said Death wasn't seen in millions of years. He said Death only showed up when He was awakened. With things the way they were, Dean wondered what Death meant. He never figured it out.
When he saw Tessa, he had to ask.
"I need to speak to your Boss."
"No."
"It's urgent."
"So?"
"My brother.''
"Not our problem."
Dean wanted to punch her. But he knew he won't.
"Please."
"She is busy. We all are."
"Doing what?"
"You see those storms? That isn't the only thing going on. We are working overtime. He is making us work. Atropos and her sisters are overwhelmed. Their lists are totally screwed up. People are dying before their time. It doesn't help that Death no longer exists. He underestimated God.''
"Death is dead? How?"
"Ask your alternative self." Tessa says in disgust. "Here." She hands him a ring. "Since He's dead, he cannot do His job. So you have to do it."
"I have to be a reaper?"
"Soon. Usually when a human helps us, they die for a short time. But since we already have someone, you'll be wearing that ring when you reap. Twenty four hours you'll be us. You'll be invisible to the living."
"Wait a minute. You said there was someone. Who?"
"Twenty four hours. Take that ring off, you won't get what you came for. As for that someone, it's..."
Dean woke up gasping for air. He hated waking up. Especially from being dead. His heart always felt cold, like he was electrocuted. He gave Dr Robert a dirty look.
"Really?! You couldn't give me five more seconds?"
Dr Robert looked at Dean. He was exactly like John.
"You were dead for seven minutes. I need to examine you to make sure you don't have any brain damage.''
"I feel fine. This isn't the first time I died."
"Then you won't mind a examination."
Not only was a reaper, she was also responsible for taking them to their final destination. She asked about her body, Merle refused to answer, saying Jaime had a job to do. Reapers. The first name on her list, a man that died in his sleep.
"I thought I was supposed to reap them. The man's dead."
"Take the soul before it leaves. If the soul stays behind, it..."
"Goes insane. Yah, yah."
Merle rolls her eyes.
The old man looks at Jaime and Merle. He stares at his wife.
"Huh. So that's how I go. So. Where to?"
Dean and Tessa were waiting for events for the convenience store robbery. Dean hoped it was the asshole holding the gun, not the scared father and child who were terrified.
"Which one?" Dean asked.
"Wait."
In a blink of an eye, the robber was shot. Dean was supposed to be neutral, but seeing the robber gasping for air made Dean smile.
"Hey. Reap him." Tessa demanded.
"Is he in great pain?" When Tessa nods, Dean holds up his finger. "Give me a minute." Tessa sighs in annoyance. Death told Azrael to get assistance. At least her human was responsible.
When the robber died, he was horrified to see his dead body. He looked at Dean and Tessa.
"Why?"
"Maybe because your a dick. Enjoy the ride down, it gets pretty hot." Dean smirks as he is taken away.
"Noooo. You can't make me." Jaime moans. They were somewhere in South Carolina, Jaime was there to reap the newest soul on the list. A newborn baby.
"The baby isn't supposed to exist. Besides, he is suffering from failing kidneys. It would be cruel to leave him alive."
"He's an innocent!" Jaime yells. God, how is it that she is allowed to live, and babies die. It is so unfair. Merle in a rare moment of compassion puts her hand on Jaime.
"Would you rather see this baby suffer? Even with surgery, he will suffer years of pain and sickness. His parents would go broke paying for his medical bills. Their next child wouldn't be able to attend college, and will resent their brother for robbing her parents love."
Jaime wanted to cry. But she was supposed to stay neutral. Seeing his excited parents broke her heart. She walked to the parents and silently apologized. Then she reluctantly took the baby's soul. She and Merle left just as soon as she heard the mom's screams and the husband yelling for help. Jaime looked at the sleeping baby in her arms. He was adorable.
"What's going to happen to him?" Jaime asked.
"You are going to take him to his final rest. Lets go."
They carry him to the light.
So far reaping was easy. Dean took a heart attack victim, a drug overdose and a drunk driver. But when they ended up in a children's hospital, Dean was hoping to take a old nurse or even the janitor walking by. Tessa takes him to a little girl. Dean shakes his head.
"What is she thirteen?"
"Twelve."
"No. No friggan way.'' There was no way. He was not a murderer.
"A twelve year old with a rare heart condition. Go on take her."
Dean shakes his head.
"Go to hell."
Tessa said nothing. Not until she heard Billie's voice.
"I can't make you take her soul, but remember there is a grand design. Break it, and there is consequences."
Dean shakes his head.
"Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Bobby was shaking as he stood over Sam's body. Sam, the boy he helped raise was almost a murderer. If it wasn't for his instincts, he'll be dead. Why did Sam want him for? To be a cold killer? He wasn't going to stick around to find out. He went to find some rope. He wished Dean was here. But no. Even on a airplane, there was no way he'll make it on time. As he got the rope, he went to tie up Sam.
He was gone.
"Balls."
Jaime had a massive migraine when she came back. The last soul she took, a convicted serial killer was just given his final sentence. Where he went, Jaime didn't want to think about it. She didn't go in, but heard the screams. Merle went through the doors. The sounds of that man's screams will haunt her.
"God, I hope that was it." She checked her list. There were two more names. No. NO!
"Why!" She screamed.
Robert Singer and Samuel Winchester.
Bobby was terrified. His plan to lock Sam in the basement was a failure. He knew he should have kept the doors shut. When he heard nothing but silence, he went to check. But not before holding his shotgun. It had rock salt. Hopefully it caused Sam to slow down. If he could. Without a soul, Sam was a cold, efficient killer.
When he checked his basement, Sam was nowhere to be found. He checked his panic room. No Sam. But he found blood. Bastard escaped. Bobby should have known better. He had a barn. When he went upstairs, he took out his handgun. Hopefully he didn't have to use it. He loved Sam, but that thing that was running around wasn't him. He said a little prayer to Dean. Apologizing for what he had to do.
Phoebe was at home looking at her social media. As usual, nothing was happening. She couldn't wait to be herself, she was starting to resent Joanne. Her alias had more fun than her. She no longer had her active powers, but she could still make potions. When she saw Sam's and Piper's picture she smiled. This was after they got engaged. As she scrolled to the next picture she got a premonition.
It was Piper. She was walking with a reaper. She was collecting souls. Huh? When did that happen. As for the moment she was taking a nap. She kept going out. The last thing she said was as soon a Sam got there, she was dragging him to Lake Tahoe to get married. She kept saying time was of the essence. She even refused Phoebe's bridal shower. Which was unusual. Before that mess with the planes, she was planning their wedding.
Piper she was watching with reluctance. She wasn't there alone, Dean was there as well. They were taking both Sam and their mentor, Bobby. Both him and Sam killed each other, but before their souls can get reaped, an angel took both their souls. Both Dean and Piper couldn't do anything.
Phoebe woke up shaking. She ran to tell Piper.
Becky was anticipating this. She was gone out the window a hour before. The genie showed her. Becky liked being Piper, but it was better alone than with Phoebe. She could fool the sisters, but now with Phoebe getting her powers back, she needed to disappear. At least till the wedding. Then her and Sam would be together across the country. Good thing her old apartment was still available. There was the matter of Marion, but she can handle her. She had an out. She knew a spell to expel angels, thanks to that cute British man.
Phoebe was staring at the open window.
"You gotta be kidding me." She went to talk to her sisters. Something was seriously wrong.
Dean was shaking as he got out of the car. He couldn't save the nurse, but he saved her husband. After he called 911, be put on his ring.
"Spare me the lecture." He says seeing Tessa. He had one more reap.
After the little girl was gone, he was about to give the ring back, when Tessa interrupted him.
"Not yet."
Jaime was shaking when she saw the two men. Her heart broke when she saw the man that she loved standing in a barn. He was holding a knife, getting ready to throw. She knew he was going to kill the man hiding behind the hay stacks. But it would be fatal. He was about to get shot. She was supposed to be neutral, but without a soul, Sam was going to die. She just wished she could say goodbye. She knew their names, but still couldn't remember hers.
Dean and Tessa were standing in Bobby's junk yard.
"What am I doing here?''
"To see."
Dean was regretting everything. Because of his ego, he was going to lose Bobby. Tessa must have read his mind.
"He's not the only person you'll lose."
Bobby was shaking as he held the gun. Sam was good. Too good. He was so silent, Bobby had no idea where he was. But Bobby was older and wiser. Sam had no soul, therefore no conscious. He was relying on only the physical things. His sight, his ears, maybe his smell. But Bobby. His instincts were way beyond that. He didn't live as long as he had being stupid. He hated to do it. Sam had to die.
Jaime had no tears, but she was filled with dread. This was it. She said her goodbyes to Sam. As for Bobby, she was getting ready to take his soul.
Dean couldn't believe his eyes. Piper? What the hell?
"What the hell? Why is she..." When he saw Sam with the knife, and Bobby with the gun, he knew. He was about to rip off his ring, when Tessa stopped him.
"Wait."
''The hell I am. Piper! Piper!"
"Jaime" looks up. Huh?
"You can see me?" Jaime was surprised. She was Death, at least for now.
''You seeing this? Stop him! Stop them both!'' Dean demanded. "Use your powers!"
Both Merle and Tessa stepped back. They had their orders.
"I can't. I have to stay neutral. Besides. I have no powers. Except to reap."
"Bullshit." He ripped of his ring. When he appeared behind Sam, he grabbed his wrist. He was about to stab Bobby. With a surprised Sam, he punched Sam in the face. He was his brother, but Dean didn't care. He punched him again and again. When Sam was laying down, bruised and bloody, is when Dean and Bobby picked him up and carried him away.
Jaime was gasping for air just as the paramedics arrived. Dan and Jenny were happy. Both were confused when Jaime kept calling Sam's name.
"Sam. Sam. His soul. She has his soul. The Woman. She has his soul."
"How long was she out?" The paramedic asked.
"Seven minutes."
"She is delirious. We have to take her in. Would you like to come?"
"Soon. Jenny, call Sandra. Pack your overnight bag. I'll drop you off." Dan demanded.
Jenny usually would have argued back, but seeing her dad's stricken face broke her. She knew when her dad fell for a woman. She never seen his face like that, not since her mom. She was only a baby since she died, but she saw her dad's face when he looked through their wedding and baby albums. She prayed Jaime was safe.
Dean knew Sam was gone. Now that Sam was tied up, he didn't know what to do with him. Bobby was standing outside the panic room. He was afraid to touch Dean, knowing Dean saw him with the gun.
"Son..."
"I need a drink. Bobby. Watch over him." He ordered. He understood why Bobby did what he did. But even so Dean was angry. Not at Bobby but himself. If he hadn't left Sam behind, none of this would have happened. As he poured his drink, he saw Piper. What the hell was she thinking?! She didn't bother interfering. Why? When he heard a woman's voice behind him, he dropped his glass. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was Her. The Woman from Gate. That nightclub from the Dark Universe.
Amara felt Dean's pain. This wasn't the Dean she fell for, but the same kind man was there. Her Brother found it funny about Sam's and Dean's situations and said it fit in perfectly in His Book. Amara was disgusted at Her Brother and told Him off. She then retrieved Sam's soul from the auction house. He was incredibly lucky, he was about to be sold to the highest bidder, a crazy human. Amara's presence frightened everyone, every person there bowed down to the Goddess. Many worshiping Her. She then erased their memories. No way She wanted to be worshiped, She didn't want to end up like Him.
Dean swallowed in fear and awe. He was tempted to bow down, but he didn't. Whoever She was, Dean knew she was to be treated with respect. Neverless, he curtsied.
"My Lady. Forgive me. I..." What was Dean supposed to say? Dean had no words. Nothing could be said. Dean felt lower than a bug. Jenna could be here, and Dean couldn't care less.
"Don't. Your brother. I have his soul."
Bobby was standing outside the panic room when Dean came running down.
"Bobby! Open the door!"
Bobby was about to, but there was a Presence there. There was no way he could enter. He shook his head. Dean saw nothing. But he felt It. He heard Sam's screams. But Dean couldn't do anything. Not till She was gone.
Becky was shaking as she returned from the auction. That Woman. She was Divinity Herself. Usually most people would forget, but Becky was different. Maybe because the Woman made her remember. That thing in the basement. It was evil. It transformed Becky. To submit to her darkest desires. She needed to call the sisters. But before she could, the darkness in her heart took over again.
Becky looked at her phone. Who was she calling? Who cares. She knew where Sam was. She rubbed her lamp, she still had two more wishes.
Denise and Ronny were having the time of their lives in Atlantic City. Between them, they had over one hundred grand. Thanks to Denise freezing time, and Ronny having the power of premonition, they abandoned Denise's plan to destroy her husband, and instead were gambling big. When Ronny won another sixty grand, is when Denise and him cashed out. Besides, the casino boss was making them nervous.
Zankou smirks at the two humans. They were so predictable. He saw their hearts. The woman was driven by revenge, and the man was driven by greed. He didn't care about either, it was the fact that The Sisters were vulnerable. They were powerless. Except one. Prue. The one standing between Him and The Throne. He ordered the wizard to follow the two humans, he knew the sisters would come after them. Once Prue dies, the Throne was his. He already killed Belphagor, he was weak. Same with Alistair. He didn't care about Crowley or Lilith either, his seers told him that both were going to die soon. With him being in charge of Hell, he was ready to lead Hell's armies. Not even God could stop him. Not with him having all the Nexus' powers.
Kyra was breathing hard. She and Benny were exhausted from running. They were out of Purgatory, but they needed to hide. Luckily one of Kyra's old friends was around. Gerald Loughlin, now going by Gideon, just opened up his home. They were going to hide there, thanks to that man, Adam Milligan. He and his lover told him and Kyra they can help. But only at a price. Benny hoped they had blood, he was thirsty.
Tony and Donatello were both looking at the Tablets. So it was true. The God Tablet did exist. But it was shattered. It took them a long time to see it. But it was written in a way not even God would know. They wondered who wrote that small code. Wasn't the Scribe, or The Darkness. The six pieces were sent to six worlds. The Six. Well, now five, were still out there. No wonder God hesitated on destroying them. That Tablet contained a secret. God's weakness. Not even Death knew. They knew they had to tell someone. But not just anyone. It was for the kid. Only the child could read it.