Dean and Sam were eating lunch when three armed gunmen broke in. Dean didn't have time to reach for his gun. Not with the leader cocking the shotgun in Sam's direction.
"One move, and your brother dies."
Dean and Sam put up their hands. They knew without a doubt these weren't ordinary hunters or robbers with a grudge. These were professional hitmen. Probably the same people that worked with Ms Hellfire. Sam jumped when the one on the left cocked his gun.
Then to Dean's horror, his brother was shot and killed.
"Witch killing shotgun shells." The one that killed Sam held up a shotgun shell with a wiccan design. "Your brother is never coming back." The one in the middle tells Dean.
Dean just stares at Sam's body. His body was filled with white hot anger. Sam, his head exploded like a melon. Even if they were sent back by Heaven, Sam won't be Sam anymore. Dean just looked at the assassins.
"I lost everything I ever cared about. Go ahead. I don't give a shit." Sam, Jenna. They were dead.
"Silver bullets, custom made just for you."
Once the bodies were loaded up in the van, the leader ordered that they get burned. Dean's head exploded with the shotgun blast, his brains were scattered all over Sam's kitchen. To make sure the hunters can't come back, their bodies were getting salted and burned.
"What about the mess?" The one that killed Dean asked.
"I already sent for a cleaner."
Castiel was sitting in a bar waiting for Metatron. He told Cas he had news.
"Would you like another?" The burly bartender asked Cas, gesturing to his empty liquor glass.
"No thank you. But I would love a orange juice instead."
"Coming right up."
Castiel watches the steel sugar container showing Dwight Charles, the owner and bartender of this place hold hands with his regular, Rod. No matter how many times he seen it, he never gets tired of watching two people falling in love. Castiel wondered why he wasn't a cherub, he could have played matchmaker. Oh well. He turned around when the bell over the door jingled.
"A draft. Keep 'em coming." Metatron ordered.
"Coming right up."
Metatron sits across from Castiel.
"What is exactly going on Metatron?" Metatron holds up a finger, with a 'wait' a minute gesture.
"Thank you. Hold that thought.''
Castiel watches Metatron in puzzlement. Both Dwight and Rod were gone. Metatron walks back to Castiel's table.
"I had to send them home. I don't want them hurt."
"What's going on Metatron?" Castiel was really confused.
Metatron sighs.
"The Angel Trails? Something went sideways. Castiel, I'm getting myself arrested. I'm sending you home. I don't want you hurt."
Castiel found himself sitting in his room. What is exactly happening?
Jo and Claire were sitting together in the Director's Office. Paige was getting rid of all the hex bags, as a witch, and part whitelighter, she could sense where they were.
All of the terrorists were dead. Who ever that angel was, he got rid of them. Everyone of them were found dead, their eyes burnt out of their sockets. Thankfully, the staff and patients were safe. As grateful as the women were, it scared them. Claire immediately took charge and contacted the casuals as well as the hunters to get things under control. Jo was the next in line to be Director, but was glad Claire was taking charge. She knew immediately why Charlie hired her. As she watched Claire barking orders at the security still alive, she wondered if Claire herself could take over. She was clearly a fair leader, she took charge easily.
"Phew. I managed to find every hex bag." Paige was gone for an hour.
"Where are they?" Jo asked. She respected witches, but magic itself scared her.
"An active volcano." The women laugh.
"And the bodies?"
"Called in a few favors." Claire said looking at the security tapes.
"Good." Jo was very glad. She knew why Claire did that. They had to keep this quiet. They heard of that Agent Murphy, no way was the USA government taking over. It would be the Men of Letters all over again.
Mikelle Downs, former whitelighter watches the three women. She smiled. Any one of the three would be a great leader, but she knew who would be chosen. She and her two other former whitelighters no longer had any active powers, but they knew why they chose to come to Earth. Good thing her friend Kevin was away, he and his wife Alex, as well as their daughter Micaela were deep in hiding. To keep Micaela safe, her witchy former charges bonded her powers. She'll access them when she grows up.
"Yes sir." Anael said. She nods towards her fellow angels. They chant the spell needed to open the door to Purgatory. Once the door was opened, the dark souls were returned. Most of the strays were hunted down, those that didn't comply were immediately destroyed. She knew why he ordered the monsters back to their eternal prison, he wanted them in storage. There was still the matter of the Leviathans, but they were mum at the moment, no angel dared go near them, they were stronger than any of them. As for the Alphas, they were in the demon's monster cages.
The angel ordered the door shut. Once the final beast went inside, he immediately slaughtered the angels watching with the exception of Anael. She grimaced at their deaths, but tried to keep her face neutral. Seeing her face, he tells her sacrifices needed to be done. She hoped that he was right.
"Dean. Dean! Your up!"
Huh? When Dean came to, he was in a random bar somewhere. Dire Straits' Ticket to Heaven was playing on the jukebox. He looked over at Sam who was holding a pool cue.
"Ease up on the booze. You have to stay sober for this."
Dean blinked. When he looked up he saw an angel. Jenna was smirking at him, she was holding a pool cue. Then he remembered. Not again. He needed to find Sam, they needed to get out of here.
The angel Zachariah was downing a drink. All that work, all his plans dusted. He asked for another. Angels disliked eating, due to the endless molecules, however to keep up appearances, will eat on occasion to blend in with humans. Strangely, alcohol didn't have that same effect. Angels got drunk. He sighed.
"Bad day?" The guy next to him asked.
"The worst. Got laid off. Again."
"Me too. Company says budget cuts. Yeah right. Nepotism. Boss' nephew got hired."
"Same story." He held out his hand. "Zachariah."
"Stuart."
The two men talked, both were upset about their career positions. Zachariah went through this dog and pony show before, Dean didn't say yes. Even the guy next to him had the same first name. As they talked, Zachariah waited for the screeching, the death and destruction of the bar and patrons. Nothing. Looks like it was the end. He wondered how long before he was killed off. Naomi was working with the new boss, whoever it was, he scared everyone.
"Two more." Good thing his human vessel had deep pockets. John Norman just made another fifty million. Hmm. Many of his fellow angels live quietly on Earth. Maybe he could start over. "Stuart, are you interested in a job?"
Jack was eating a cotton candy. He enjoyed the taste of carnival food.
"Where else kiddo?"
"Rollercoaster."
"Might as well. This is your day."
As much as Jack tried to have fun, he couldn't. He was too worried. He had another nightmare. Planet Earth was empty. Every piece of life was gone, even bugs. He, Sam and Dean were the only ones left. He woke up cold and afraid. He was too upset to go back to sleep. He knew, his destiny was coming.
His uncle Gabriel saw how depressed Jack was these days. To cheer him up, he took them to the local fair. Raphael was scoring the planet for the so called "special rock" but it was impossible to find. Jack still had his two pieces, but he still needed four. He knew somebody won it at the Auction, but no one knew who. The forth was in Dark Michael's hands, and as for the fifth and sixth, he had no clue. Even with all the pieces, he wasn't sure if he could read them. Or what to do with them.
"Jack, don't worry so much. The future hasn't happened yet."
Yet. Jack, he knew it was coming.
Sam was laughing at his friends, they ended up losing again.
"Another piece of clothing coming off!" He was drunk at at his sophomore year of college, he and his friends were all done their exams for the semester. He was ready for his interview for law school, and if he got in, he was proposing to his college sweetheart Jessica. Finally he was having a normal life.
"I knew it. So much for your clean reputation."
Dean? This was a private party.
"What are you doing here? You and dad were hunting some ghouls in Rhode Island."
"Heaven."
"Think."
Sam's memories came back. The assassins, The Trails, Jenna's kidnapping. His wife. He was dead.
"Not again."
Dean looked at the board game they were playing.
"I get to be the shoe."
They wondered around Heaven for hours. Usually both would be tired, but this was Heaven. They knew time moved differently up here, they had to find The Garden and find Joshua. They had to go back.
"Where are we?"
Dean looks around. The Halliwell Manor was right in front of them.
"Sam, you ever read the Book?'
Penny Halliwell was waiting outside.
"It's about time.''
A day passed, and nothing came up. Penny was trying, but she was limited. She knew who these boys were, but they weren't her granddaughters.
"There's nothing."
"Piper told me she could summon you. You came down to Earth a few times of your own free will."
"That was when things were different. Now, no one can come down. Even angels are limited. The ones that are on Earth are not allowed to return."
Dean wanted to scream. Every second he was up here, Jenna's time was running out.
"No offense, but Sam and I have to move it."
"The only thing I can recommend is to find Azreal."
"Azreal? Isn't she the Angel of Death? I thought Joshua was in charge."
"She is the only one I can think of that can return you to your bodies. Your car is outside."
"Thanks." Before Sam could leave, Penny stopped him.
"Sam."
"Take care of my granddaughter."
"I will. Promise." Sam will never break it.
They drove till they get to a random bar.
"What is this place?" Sam didn't recognize it. "We ever come here during a case?"
"Hell should I know." Dean was thirsty. "I could use a beer."
"Now?" Sam was incredulous. "We need to find Joshua or Azreal."
"One beer. C'mon Sam."
Sam sighed. He followed Dean to the run down bar called. "B.G's" Never man ever heard of it.
The Beach Boys "Good Vibrations" started playing as they walked in. A bearded Man was tending the bar. He waved at the two men.
"Welcome! Everyday is Happy Hour. All drinks are free. Guaranteed no hangovers!"
He looked so familiar. Like He was everyone they ever met. Both men felt like the were One and Everything. Dean felt like he was back at Gate, the nightclub he and Ruby went in the Dark Universe. The Bartender, Dean swore he met Him before.
"Don't be shy. I promise I don't bite."
Once clean up was done, Jo and Claire were exhausted. Paige helped, she refused to use magic, fearing personal gain. It was stupid, Heaven stopped giving a shit. The dead bodies were gone, the hunters that came here took them away to be buried. They weren't heartless, everyone got a hunter's funeral. The staff helped clean up, once nightfall came, there was no trace of anything unusual ever happening. Claire went out of the way to delete the security footage, and Paige used her magic to hide any DNA evidence of the terrorists. She figured that would be a exception to the personal gain rule.
"You owe me overtime." Claire was about to fall asleep.
"Write down your hours." Jo wanted nothing more than to go to bed.
Paige was exhausted herself, but she didn't want to leave. What if more terrorists came?
"Ladies, we need someone to take charge. What if reinforcements come?"
"That is why I hired extra security for the next few days." Jo said sleepily.
"Yeah, but what if something else goes wrong. The people here, they need protection." Paige was determined to protect this place.
"Your hired."
Huh? Paige looked confused.
"Excuse me?"
"You are the new Director. I'm going to bed. Miss Matthews, I want to discuss a raise in the morning. Goodnight." Jo went to bed.
"But..." Paige never asked for this.
"I'm new, but once my probation is over, I like to discuss a raise myself. Jo forgot to tell you, fill out those forms, you need to provide your address and Social Security Number. We'll help you, show you the ropes around here. Goodnight!"
"But.." Both Jo and Claire were gone.
"Director, the police are here. They are wanting to talk to the person in charge. Apparently there was reports of missing people." The voice said over the phone speaker.
Paige wanted to bang her head. She never asked for any of this.
Joan Osborne's "What if God Was One of Us" was playing on the retro jukebox in the corner. The bartender that introduced Himself as Chuck was serving them beers. Chuck, he was dressed really casually, a green and white baseball T-shirt with blue jeans with either dark grey or black converse shoes. Angels, they usually dressed in a grey professional suit, this Angel, he must be a Rebel, like angels, Anael, Anna and Cas.
Sam never felt so peaceful. Chuck, Whoever He Was, was a Extraordinary Man. Sam's troubles was instantly forgotten. Dean for once was speechless, he was tongue tied around Chuck.
"This beer. It's...awesome. Just awesome." Dean had no idea what to say. Chuck Whoever He Is, Dean instantly felt a instant connection. It was like being with the Woman in Black, except with Him, it was like Dean was One with All. Dean had no words. It took so much effort just to say the words about the beer. Chuck to His credit was smiling serenely.
"You don't have to be so shy around Me. I'm just some Guy. Are you hungry? I can snap up any of your favorite foods."
"No thanks." Sam, no way he wanted to leave, as much as it pained him, but he and his brother had a mission. "We can't stay."
"What he said." Dean, normally he loved running his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.
"Let me guess. You have something to do Earth am I right?" Chuck asked.
Both men nod.
"Repairs won't be enough. Your bodies, they were completely destroyed."
"Shotgun blasts." Dean said grimly. Seeing Sam not Sam anymore, he felt empty.
"Was I a mess?" Sam asked. "What about my house? Those men broke down my door. My wife won't be happy."
"Your brains were splattered all over the kitchen, and you are worried about the door?" Dean asked incredulously.
"That bad? My hair."
Dean couldn't help it. He started laughing. Sam died, and all he cared about was his hair. Sam realizing what he said, started laughing. Soon both men were doubled over in laughter.
"Your hair!? You died. And all you are worried is about your hair! Sammy your are so vain!" Dean was laughing hard.
"Me? You are more self centered than I am. I seen your skin care products." Sam said laughing back.
"They're Jenna's!" Dean lied.
"Bullshit. I lived with you for a year. Piper uses that same eye cream. That little bottle costs a month's groceries. You bought the deluxe size. How can you afford it?"
Both men were laughing hard. After a few minutes, both were wiping their eyes from crying from laughter. How long ago did they smile or laugh like that? Both brothers forced themselves to calm down.
Chuck smiles. He never got tired of laughter. Not mean laughter, He detested meanness, but genuine laughter, He never got tired of hearing it. Joy, He was proud of creating it. He waited till the men composed themselves.
Dean asked for a tissue. Once he and Sam wiped the tears away, they knew they had to return home. They liked Heaven, but loved being in Chuck's Presence. Speaking of Who was He? What was He? Chuck must have read their names. He smiled.
"You are being sent back, but not in Lawrence. You have a task am I right?"
"The Trails." Sam said grimly.
"I have to ask. Chuck, um. What kind of angel are You?" Dean asked curiously.
Chuck smiles mysteriously.
"Your car is in Colorado. Your friend Bela drove it for you."
"What?! That bitch drove Baby?! If she ever hurt her.." Dean said darkly.
"She's fine. Your bodies are restored. Time for you to go back. Good luck." Chuck snapped His fingers.
Paige was exhausted when she came home. Thankfully the police bought her bullshit excuses. That night her sisters threw their party, and they accidentally changed everyone into dolls, (she had to believe it was an accident) those guests, including Phoebe's cop decided to go to another party, and took off leaving their cars. Thankfully those cars were gone, Paige sent them away, just in case. As for the terrorist's cars, plus every weapon the terrorists were carrying, Paige quietly disposed them. Paige was tired using that much juice. She just wanted to pass out. The house was dark, her sisters were in bed. Too tired to orb, she flopped on the couch for a quick nap.
The guy responsible for the murders of Sam and Dean Winchester, and the siege at Sacred Meadows was watching the Halliwell manor. He had plans for the Hallliwells, but now wasn't the time. He walked away, he had to head to Pennsylvania to see an old war buddy.
Dean woke up to Pink Floyd's "Brain Damage, Eclipse" playing softly on the car radio. He blinked. Where was he?
Sam woke up with a huge migraine. Ugh, he felt awful. Tiredly he rubbed his eyes.
"Where are we?"
Dean racked his brains. He didn't remember a thing. He dreamt he was drinking in a bar with Sam laughing. The Bartender, He was so mysterious. Dean honestly felt like he knew Him from somewhere. He must have drove all night, the last thing he remembered was eating lunch at Sam's. He looked up at Sam's question.
"I think we are in Colorado."
Adam woke up with Bela in his arms in their shared hotel room. It was time.
Metatron found himself in a sterile room. This room, he hasn't seen it since The Beginning. His Creator, God had his archangels program every angel ever created. He expected Naomi, but when he saw who she was with, his eyes widened.
"The hell are you thinking? He's a monster!"
Naomi just gives Metatron a cold smile.
"It's time to see what is inside that head of yours."
Metatron's screams echoed throughout Heaven's Halls.
Both Sam and Dean refused to go in that church. They were waiting for Adam. Sam, he looked even worse. Dean was hoping that being dead and returning from Heaven would fix Sam, but unfortunately not. Guess some things have to remain the same. Sam had one task left before he begins.
"How are you feeling?"
"My brains were blown away, which would explain my headache, but other than that, for the first time in a long time, I feel like we are going to win." Sam looked awful.
Dean thought about his wife. Jenna, he hoped she was okay. As awful as it was, Dean knew he had to finish this. He just hoped she was okay. That way no one else has to suffer.
"What did the padre say in his handbook? I mean, he was a demon. But he was cured." Dean never expected that. He wondered if that guy made a deal in his past life.
"Well, we have the consecrated ground, either Adam or myself has to keep injecting whoever is in there (Sam nods towards the abandoned church) every hour for eight hours, then we finish with a bloody fist sandwich." Sam started coughing. A crash of thunder came overhead. "Hopefully it doesn't rain."
Dean just looks at his brother. Hopefully, Sam can relax after this. He looked terrible.
"Okay, when have you ever done a Hail Mary?"
"What?" Sam looked confusedly at Dean.
"Confess your sins. You know, get those things off your chest."
Adam was driving towards the church, he knew he was ready. He also knew the possible risk. That is why he captured that demon. He saw his two brothers. Sam, damn. He looked terrible.
Both Sam and Dean looked up when Adam pulled in.
"Hey "
Dean drove away a few minutes later. Both men needed to be alone, otherwise the spell wouldn't work. He was going to make some calls, he had to make sure Jenna was okay.
Metatron's true form was fading in and out, he lost his human side while Naomi was interrogating his brains. He had to chuckle at her angelic form. Even as a angel, she still had that bureaucratic look, a title she detested.
He didn't care about Naomi, he was wondering why she was working with him. She was making a mistake. Good thing Jade was smart, he branded her ribs. He already missed her.
"Yeah, we are searching for Jenna. So far no luck. Dean, I love her too, I promise we'll bring her home. I swear. Why don't you visit Castiel? He is in the general area. Okay, tell Sam to be careful. Bye."
Paige hangs up. The house was empty, her sisters must have another case. As for Prue, she must be in New York by now. Weird, she never said goodbye to Paige. The last time she seen Prue was during Phoebe's party. Oh well, she heard of Finley Beck, Paige studied him during her photography classes in high school. He was well sought after by many magazines and papers for his eye for detail. She also heard he was a dick. Oh well, she knew Prue, she can handle him no problem. Her phone rang. Great. Her new career will keep her busy, but first, find her sister in law.
Castiel was in his hotel room when Dean texted him. He gave Dean his room number, he was looking forward to seeing his friend. Jack was okay, he was somewhere in Mississippi attending carnivals with Gabriel. As for Hannah, she was with Anna, helping her with her private errands wherever they were. When he heard Dean's secret knock, he went and opened the door.
"Dean! I heard."
"What?"
"Your wife. My condolences."
"She's not dead."
"I believe you."
Now Dean was the one with the headache.
"What's going on with the Angel Trails?"
When Sam walked inside the church, he couldn't believe it.
Lilith was smirking at Sam.
"Look who it is, the Boy King. Ready to play?" She mocked.
Sam pulled Adam outside.
"Lilith? Really? Why are we both doing it? I have enough vials for her. I already got this far."
"She's the first demon. One person won't be enough. Since I did the Trail first, I'll start. Then we take turns, when the end comes, I'll finish it." Indra, Adam's angelic friend was gone, he couldn't stay for Adam's Trail. However, he said he'll be back.
"Alright. I have to confess anyways." Sam, he could have confessed in Heaven, but for now confess to whoever was listening. He had something to get off his chest.
Sam walked inside the old confessional booth. He remembered how Revelations was here. But, even if the world ended today, Sam won't rest till he confessed his greatest sin.
He tuned out Lilith who was mocking Adam.
Paige couldn't believe the amount of paperwork. She had experience teaching, even so, she only graded student's papers, not building codes, bills, tax forms, or medical files. She sighed. This was going to be a long day.
"Did you find her?"
The lower tiered demon fearfully shook his head.
"No sir. My scouts are searching for any holy sites for Lilith."
"Keep searching! Don't come back till you have good news!"
"Yes sir."
The Knight laughs.
"What are you laughing about?" The demon demanded. "Unlike other demons, I don't fear you."
He knew about this Knight. They been working together since the days of Palestine. Even while he was a human, he wondered who this guy was. He frightened everyone he ever came across. Even angels were nervous around him. He refused to pick any side, he preferred to mock whoever he picked for the week. Abaddon was the only one who survived other than him when their master slaughtered all the other Knights.
"Time for my yearly vacation." He stretches.
"EXCUSE ME? Our King and Queen expect our undying loyalty."
"Like I give a shit. Cain threw me out a long time ago. Have fun!"
The demon fumes. He thought Abaddon was bad, but at least she worked for Hell.
"Ooo, looks like it Sammy's turn. Can't wait. He may be rougher, but still a gentleman."
It was the forth injection. Adam and Sam were taking turns. Adam went first, then Sam, then Adam, and Adam insisted on going again. Sam watched as Lilith mocked Adam. But Sam start noticing something. Lilith, she seemed to be aging. Backwards. Her adult body was getting younger. Is this how demons were cured? They de-aged?
Adam. He felt dizzy. He looked down at his arms. It was glowing orange. He told Sam to take over for awhile. He then laid down on a pew for a quick nap. Just a quick one. He fell asleep.
Jesse Turner felt something, like he was getting pulled down.
Mattie felt scared. He ran to Bela's room crying. He needed to be held .
Jack. He felt his wings changing. He didn't like it.
Abaddon, she was furious on who was chosen to be King and Queen. A human? The hell was Lilith thinking? She tried tracking down her fellow Knight, asshole laughed and told her he was heading for a long vacation in the Caribbean. Abaddon always hated him, but grudgingly admired him for how he intimidated his enemies and fellow demons. He had a gift, but that gift made him narcissistic and self centered. She'll swore to kill him someday, but for now kill Sam Winchester. Then kill Lilith. Once they were dead, kill the King and Queen. She waited long enough, a ass kisser and a human? Hah!
Lilith heard her footsteps, she recognized Abaddon, bitch was determined. She just smirked.
"Shouldn't you be doing your knightly duties?" Lilith mocked.
Dead bodies. According to the smell, they were here awhile. She looked at Lilith.
"Really? Is your ex-husband that important? Or is it because of what Lucifer did to you all those years ago." Abaddon mocked.
"Fuck you."
While they were arguing, Sam held up the Colt. Unfortunately, Abaddon tossed Sam across the room. Adam was unconscious, without Indra, he couldn't heal his body. Sam, he had to finish it. Abaddon anticipated Sam's next move and tossed him out the window. She'll kill Sam, but first, take Lilith.
"You are so short sighted. Hot."
"What?" Abaddon felt the holy oil. When Sam lit her meat suit on fire, she screamed in pain. She smoked out of her meatsuit. Her corrupted soul breaking the church window as she flew out. Lilith just chuckled. Bitch got off easy.
"Keep going Moose."
"I promise, I'll find her myself. I have friends. Family, not all angels are heartless. Jenna, your bride will come home." Castiel hated seeing Dean in pain. He heard rumors that he was killed along with his brother. He swore to keep Dean happy, no matter what.
"Why are you doing this?" Naomi demanded. What she saw in Metatron's mind. It was insane. But those other visions. Where they real? She looked over at her audience. He nodded grimly.
Metatron was back in his human vessel. He felt his meatsuit bleeding, he didn't care. He looked blurrily at the angel across the room.
"The other Metatron. Did he suffer long?"
Naomi flew down to Earth. She had to find Dean. To warn him.
Jack was waiting for his uncles. His uncle Gabriel was sending him away, to hide him somewhere in one of his Grandfather's pocket worlds. God for some reason never threw those away, it was just temporary. Gabriel had to be careful, Jack may get stuck there.
Once Jack was gone, he waited for his brothers. It was time.
Jade was pacing back and forth. She was worried about her husband. Naomi was known to be strict, but her methods were brutal. It was just like home.
"What took you so long?" Gabriel demanded.
"Father. I found Him."
Michael was shaken. He saw Him in Heaven.
"Dad. Where?" Lucifer asked.
"God is finally home?" Raphael says in a sarcastic tone. The hell was He the entire time? Mocking their twins in those other worlds?
Gabriel was stunned.
"Where?"
"Home."
Chuck closes His bar. He had to leave. Michael saw Him. Might as well head to Gate. He won't be bothered there. His basement suite was available.
Hearing the sounds of wings, Dean and Castiel take out their blades. Huh? Anna?
"Thank God your okay. "
"You got your wings back." Dean said admirably.
"Dean. I found Jenna. She's safe."
"What! Well, what are you wait for! Take me to her!" Dean demanded.
"Not now. The men that killed you and Sam, they are watching your homes. Hannah is with her. I promise you they are safe."
Anna. She heard Dean's prayers. That Jenna was safe. She was really lucky. The demon that kidnapped her, gave her to be watched over by the other demons. What they didn't count on was Jenna herself. She managed to trick the lower tiered demon watching her, then exorcised him. She then took that vessel and ran. Anna found her but wasn't the one that helped her escape. It was a double agent that got her out. He took them both and ran. Anna managed to track them both down. The victim was dropped off with Paige Matthews, luckily he had good insurance. As for Jenna herself, she was being watched over by Hannah. Hannah and Castiel's house was very well warded.
"I can't stay, I have to head to Valhalla for training. I'll see you around."
"Isn't that the island with those lady warriors? Sure wished I took a vacation there a few years ago." Dean said in a wistful voice.
'You'll be expected to fight. Many of your fellow hunters went there to train. You'll be no different." Castiel said in a dry voice.
"Sounds like Heaven to me." Dean liked fighting. Beautiful women and training? Sounds like a win win.
A teenage Lilith was talking to Sam, telling him about Adam, her ex-husband.
"Yeah, he was pretty sexist. He wanted me to submit and obey. Hah! I was the first feminist. However, I loved how he took charge. He was so kind to me. You know what he brought me when we first met? A basket of fruit. He didn't want me to starve. Oh if you only saw how handsome he was. So romantic and brave." Lilith sighed. "Eve, she was a lucky woman."
Sam was sweating. Lilith was on her second to last injection. One more hour then her final shot. Then Sam could perform the spell. He felt like shit. He looked over at Adam. He needed a ambulance. But he needed to finish this.
An hour later, he was listening in horror at Lilith's story. She was now in a body of a seven year old. Her body was too small for her white dress. So Sam covered her with a blanket. It was almost time for her final injection.
"Adam and I, we wanted to wait. I refused to submit to him, he wanted to mate. I wanted to be courted. Things never changed very much since then. But we were deeply in love." Lilith had tears streaming down her face. "I was walking down the river. I wanted to bring Adam a present. I made my decision. I was ready. You know what I was wearing? Nothing but a crown of flowers. It was my wedding day. Then he came. Lucifer. He was angry at God. For loving us. To get God back he..he..." Lilith started crying. Her small shoulders shaking in sobs. Sam went down on his knees and hugged her. Lilith was crying hard. Poor girl. Sam didn't blame her for being what she was. Lilith held Sam crying.
"I'm not here to fight." Naomi was holding up her hands. She saw Dean and Castiel holding angel blades. She had tears in her eyes. "I can't believe we lost our way. Our mission was to protect humanity. I saw what Metatron saw, why God left. But I also saw something else. Dean. Sam cannot complete these Trails. Adam, he never been able to complete the Trails, but he is dying. I want The Gates to Hell closed. However it has a ripple effect."
Jesse was screaming. His boyfriend and adopted mom were trying to calm him down.
Bela was holding down her crying son. Mattie was saying he was seeing monsters.
Jack. Good thing he left. However, his wings. Jack was crying looking in a mirror.
Sam, he had to calm Lilith down. He had to go outside to vomit. Not because of his sickness, because of the story Lilith told him. He never felt so sick. He vowed to seal those Gates so no men or women could suffer. He already freed her. He then prayed to the only person to protect Lilith. He was ready. He went inside to give her final injection.
"What are your talking about?" Dean was confused.
"If Sam completes these Trails, he will die. It was always God's intention. The Ultimate Sacrifice. You have to stop him." Castiel was already gone, Anna took him to stop Anael. She was making a huge mistake. "I'll fly you there."
Sam, he had the incantation ready. Lilith was quiet now, Sam wanted to free her from her hell. As terrible as he looked and felt, he needed to do this.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, hanc animam redintegra, lustra." Sam, he felt his eyesight getting dark as he He felt his life force draining. Most people can't sense it, but Sam was a powerful witch. His arms were glowing. He knew. He knew this was it. He prayed to Piper to forgive him.
"I'm sorry to leave you. I will always love you. Goodbye."
He cut open his hand. He remembered Heaven. He already was getting his place ready up there. Hopefully Dean forgave him.
'Lilith. You can begin again. Lucifer, Hell, they can't hurt you anymore.'
Dean came running in just as Sam was about to cure Lilith.
"Sammy stop!"
Sam looked up at his brother.
"Dean?" He was so blurry.
Gabriel was in shock on what he saw.
"Anael why? Why are you betraying Heaven?"
Anael was standing with Michael. Dark Michael was smirking at the other archangels.
"This isn't the way. I saw our Father. He's Home." Michael told his twin.
"Like a coward He ran. Again. Bastard took off before I can kill Him."
Michael was biding his time. He had his soul bomb ready. His reality was on a ticking clock. He already took the rest of his souls. Raphael was part of it. Same with his wife. As for Grace, she was hidden. He saw what happened in that one world. That Michael was insane, in another Michael was locked in a Cage. Michael was okay, but he was too weak. Lucifer he didn't give a shit. He snapped his fingers. Both of their vessels blew up in a bloody mess.
"Gabriel. Raphael. Are you with me?" Michael asked in a threatening undertone.
Gabriel stares at his brother's dead bodies. Both Michael and Lucifer's imprints of their wings were on the ground. He saw their light. They were dead. Raphael got down on his knees. Gabriel, knowing Jack was still out there needed to protect him. He went down on his knees as well. Michael just smirked. He then sliced Anael's neck, taking her grace. He healed her in good will since she no longer can heal herself.
Anael was in shock.
"I needed your grace. Enjoy being human." He flew away.
Castiel and Anna arrive in Cas' house.
"Anna? What's going on?"
"Heaven. Michael is taking over. He came here to kill God. But God got away. I'm afraid the archangels are dead."
"And Jack?"
"I don't know."
"You didn't hear Lilith's story." Sam had tears running down his face. "I don't want others to suffer."
Dean shook his head.
"Sam, you have a wife. You promised to love and protect her. She needs you. I need you. Come home. We can find another way. Fuck closing the Gates. C'mon. We have enough knowledge to find a way. Even if you close the Doors, Creation will cease to exist. You'll be wasting your time."
Sam was ready to die. But he pondered Dean's words.
"Dean. You know what I confessed? I always felt like I was disappointing you. I always felt like I was never good enough." Sam had tears streaming down his face, even dying, he had to clear his conscious.
"I promised to always protect you. Always. Come home. Your wife will want to start her life with you." Dean wrapped his bandana around Sam's glowing hand. "Come with me. I can protect you."
"What about Lilith? She has to be safe."
Dean looked at her. What exactly happened in here?
Sam screamed as he collapsed. Dean saw Adam. He untied Lilith and took them out to the Impala.
"This is it? Fine." Prue didn't care. Demons were demons. They'll do as she asked.
Chuck finished His drink, and sighs in contentment. Henry Ford's "Take Me For What I Am" was playing, replacing the usual dance music. The dead bodies of Gate were on the club's floors. He asked the terrified bartender for another drink.