Supernatural: Abandon All Hope
April 20th 2010 23:29
Cas finds the demon Crowley (the one who supposedly has the colt) in the middle of making a deal. “Even as we speak,” he tells Dean over the phone, “It’s…Going…Down.”
“Going down?” Dean asks, frowning at the phrase. “Right. Okay, Huggy Bear, just don't lose him.”
“I won’t lose him.”
The man making the deal curses at the Crowley for making him kiss him and heads to his car. “Enjoy the obscene wealth,” Crowley calls after him. “See you in ten years.”
Crowley messes with his cell phone then disappears. Cas follows him to a place layered in Enochian warding magic. “I can’t get in,” he tells Dean, who answers, “That’s okay you did great. We’ll take it fro here.”
~*~*~
Outside a mansion gate at night, Jo approaches the intercom and asks if she can make a call because her car broke down. Two men approach her, eyeing her dress, the poor lost little girl. When the first man grabs her, his eyes go black. Jo knocks him loose and takes him down as Sam shoves Ruby’s knife through the neck of the second one.
“Nice work, Jo,” Dean says, handing her a bag.
“Thanks.”
~*~*~
Inside the mansion, Crowley’s electricity is cut as he’s watching TV. Sam and Dean appear.
“It’s Crowley, right?”
“So. The Hardy Boys finally found me. Took you long enough.” Crowly starts walking, then notices the rug between them isn’t quite flat. He picks it up and spots the devil’s trap under it. “Do you have any idea how much this rug costs?” Suddenly two more demons grab Sam and Dean. Crowley pulls out the Colt. “This is it, right? This is what it's all about.” He aims the gun at Dean, then suddenly shoots the demons instead. “We need to talk. Privately.”
Sam and Dean follow him into another room, where Crowley tells them that he wants them to take the Colt and go kill the Devil.
“Uh-huh, okay,” Dean answers, not buying it. “And why exactly would you want the devil dead?”
“It’s called,” the demon answers, putting down the gun. “Survival.” He stares at them a second, then adds, “But, I forgot you two at best are functioning morons—“
“You’re—functioning…m-morons… mor…” Dean trails off. Yeah, never mind.
Crowley ignores him. “Lucifer isn't a demon, remember? He's an angel. An angel famous for his hatred of humankind. To him, you're just filthy bags of pus. If that's the way he feels about you,” he says, picking up a glass. “What can he think about us?”
“But he created you,” Sam answers, and Crowley says, “To him, we're just servants. Cannon fodder. If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind…we're next. So, help me, huh? Let's all go back to simpler, better times, back to when we could all follow our natures. I'm in sales, dammit! So what do you say if I give you this thing, and you go kill the devil?” He holds the Colt out to them.
Sam and Dean glance at each other, and slowly Sam takes the Colt. “Okay.”
“Great.”
“Great.”
“You wouldn’t happen to know where the Devil is, by chance, would you?” Sam asks, and Crowley tells them that Thursday, “Birdies tell me, there’s an appointment in Carthage, Missouri.”
Sam glances at Dean and nods. “Great.” He raises the Colt to Crowley’s forehead and pulls the trigger. Click.
“Oh yeah, right, you’ll probably need some more ammunition,” the demons says, unphased as he goes back to get the bullets out of his desk.
“Oh, uh, excuse me for asking,” Dean speaks up. “But aren't you kind of signing your own death warrant? I mean, what happens to you if we go up against the Devil and lose?”
“Number one, he's going to wipe us all out anyway. Two, after you leave here, I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere. And three, how about you don't miss! Okay? Morons!” Crowley shouts, throwing the bullets at Dean. Dean catches them and when he looks up, Crowley is gone. Sam sighs.
~*~*~
That night at Bobby’s house, Ellen and Cas have a shot drinking competition as Jo sits nearby watching, beer bottle in hand. Ellen drains the fifth shot glass and puts it back on the table upside-down.
“Alrirght, big boy,” she tells Cas, who picks up and drains all five shots in a row. He puts the last glass down. Ellen and Jo stare at him.
“I think I’m starting to feel something,” the angel says, and Jo can’t help but grin.
Over at Bobby’s desk, Sam and dean discuss the fact that it’s got to be a trap.
“Sam Winchester, having trust issues with a demon. Well, better late than never,” Dean grumbles, and Sam answers, “Thank you again for your continued support.”
“You’re welcome.”
Sam lets out a soft laugh and they clink beer bottles and drink.
“You know,” Dean tells his brother, “Trap or no trap, we got a snowball's chance, we gotta take it, right?”
“Yeah, I suppose.”
“’Sides, I’m not sure it is a trap.” Dean hands his research across the desk. “Check it out. I mean, Carthage is lit up like a Christmas tree with Revelation omens. And look at this. There's been six missing persons reported, in town, since Sunday. I think the devil's there.”
Sam takes in a deep breath. “Okay.”
“Look, when you think about it…” Dean sets down his bottle without taking a drink. “You can’t come with.”
“Dean…”
“Look, I go against Satan and screw the pooch, okay. You know, we've lost a game piece. That we can take. But if you're there, then we are *handing* the Devil's vessel right over to him. That's not smart.”
“Since when have we ever done anything smart?”
“I’m serious, Sam.”
“So am I,” his brother counters. “Haven't we learned a damn thing? If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it together.”
They stare at each other a long moment and finally Dean gives in. “Okay. But it’s a stupid freakin’ idea.”
Dean looks past Sam and they both turn to watch Castiel, Ellen, and Jo.
“Boy,” Sam says, watching the drinking game. “Talk about stupid ideas.”
“True that,” Dean agrees and gets up to go catch Jo at the refrigerator.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“So. Dangerous mission tomorrow,” Dean tells her, leaning against the counter. “Guess it's time to eat, drink, and, you know, make merry.”
“Are you giving me the last-night-on-earth speech?”
“What?”
“What?”
“No.” Dean laughs. “No—if I was, would uh, would that work?”
Jo sets her bottle on the counter and leans forward, taking his face in her hands. She leans in for a kiss then pulls away at the last second. “No. Sweetheart, if this is our last night on earth, then I'm going to spend it with a little thing I call self-respect.” Jo laughs, shakes her head and walks away.
Dean shrugs. “If you're into that kind of thing.”
“Everybody get in here! It's time for the lineup,” Bobby calls from the living room where he’s been setting up a camera. “Usual suspects in the corner.”
Sam enters, followed by Ellen, who sees the camera and says, “Oh come on, Bobby, nobody wants their picture taken.”
“Hear, hear,” Sam agrees, but Bobby will have none of it.
“Shut up,” he tells them, adjusting the flash. “You’re drinking my beer.”
Cas enters as Bobby finishes with the tripod. “Anyway,” he says rolling back to join everyone in the corner, “I'm gonna need something to remember your sorry asses by.”
“Ha!” Ellen laughs sarcastically. “Always good to have an optimist around.”
Everyone smiles.
“Bobby’s right,” Castiel says grimly. “Tomorrow we hunt the Devil. This is our last night on earth.”
Smiles disappear. The camera flashes.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean drive into a empty looking town with missing posters tacked to telephone poles. Dean holds his cell phone out the window.
“You getting a signal?” Sam asks.
“No, nothing. Nice and spooky.” Dean waves Ellen, Jo, and Castiel up in their vehicle, and tells them he and Sam are going to go check out the police department. “You guys stay here, see if you can find anybody.”
“Okay.”
Dean drives off and Ellen parks, shutting off her windshield wipers. Jo gets out and knocks on the back window at Cas. “Ever heard of a door handle?”
He appears behind her on the sidewalk. “Of course I have.”
Ellen notices the distracted look on Cas’s face, and asks him what’s wrong. “This town’s not empty,” the angel replies, looking out over the street. Unlike the humans, he can see dozens, if not hundreds of old men in suits. They’re all frozen, staring off into the distance silently.
“Reapers.” Castiel reports.
“Reapers?” Ellen asks, surprised. “As in, more than one?”
“They only gather like this at times of great catastrophe,” Cas says, looking up to see more Reapers on the roofs of the abandoned buildings. “Chicago Fire, San Francisco Quake, Pompeii. Excuse me, I need to find out why they're here.”
Cas walks off, pausing briefly to stare at one of the Reapers. From Ellen and Jo’s point of view, he’s just walking down an empty street. Stopping outside of a building who’s marquee reads, “JESUS SAVES”, Cas glanced up and spots a man in the window. In the blink of an eye, Castiel is standing in the same place inside the building. He walks down the hallway and enters a room.
“Hello brother,” a voice says, and suddenly there’s a flash of white light.
~*~*~
Ellen and Jo drive up to Sam and Dean and Dean reports that the PD is empty. Jo tells him that everything else is too. When Ellen asks if they’ve seen Cas, they thought he was still with them.
“Nope,” Ellen says. “He went after the reapers.”
“Reapers?” Dean asks as Sam adds, “He saw reapers? Where?”
“Well, kind of everywhere,” Jo says, leaning over to talk to them through the window.
Sam and Dean exchange a glance. That can’t be good.
~*~*~
Inside the building, Cas is trapped in a ring of burning holy fire. He looks over to the corner, where a man is standing in the shadows.
“Lucifer.”
“So I take it you're here with the Winchesters,” he answers, walking around the ring of fire.
“I came alone,” Cas answers, staring at Lucifer.
“Loyalty,” he answers with a “Hmm”. “Such a nice quality to see in this day and age. Castiel, right?” He takes another few steps. “Castiel… I'm told you came here in an automobile.”
“Yes.”
“What was that like?”
“Um,” Cas answers, looking around the room then back at him. “Slow. Confining.”
“What a peculiar thing you are,” Lucifer answers, trailing off. Cas notices something on Lucifer’s face. It doesn’t look very good.
“What’s wrong with your vessel?” he asks.
“Yes. Um. Nick is wearing a bit thin, I'm afraid. He can't contain me forever, so—“
“You—” Castiel whispers a warning, stepping forward. He’s stopped by the flames. Cas glares at Lucifer. “You are not taking Sam Winchester. I won’t let you.”
“Castiel,” Lucifer berates calmly. “I don't understand why you're fighting me, of all the angels”
“You really have to ask?”
“I rebelled, I was cast out. You rebelled, you were cast out. Almost all of heaven wants to see me dead, and if they succeed, guess what?” He pauses. “You're their new public enemy number one. We're on the same side, like it or not, so…why not just serve your own best interests? Which in this case just happen to be mine?”
Castiel doesn’t even have to consider the offer. “I’ll die first.”
Lucifer glances up at him then walks away. “I suppose you will.”
~*~*~
“Well this is great,” Dean says as he, Sam, Ellen, and Jo walk down the street, all armed. “Been in town twenty minutes and already lost the angel up our sleeve.”
“You think, uh,” Sam asks. “You think Lucifer got him?”
“Don’t know what else to think.”
“There you are.”
They all swing around to find Meg standing in the street. Sam and Dean recognizer her immediately. She tells them they shouldn’t have come there, and Dean shoots it right back at her. He pulls the Colt and aims it at Meg.
“Didn’t come here alone, Deano,” she mocks, and smirks off to her side, where something splashes in a pool of rainwater. There’s a growl. Then another one. Dean glances quickly around, but holds his ground.
“Hellhounds.”
“Yeah Dean,” Meg answers with sadistic happiness. “You’re favorite. Come on, boys, my father wants to see you.”
“I think we’ll pass, thanks,” Sam calls back, and she tells them it’s their call. They can make this easy, “Or you can make it really, really hard.”
Dean glances back to Ellen, who nods. He turns back to Meg, Colt still aimed and asks, “When have you known us to ever make anything easy?”
Meg shakes her head and Dean suddenly shoots the invisible hellhound at her side. Blood spurts over Meg’s shoes and everyone takes off running. Suddenly a hellhound tackles Dean and Jo stops. “Dean!”
“Jo, stay back!”
She starts shooting at the hellhound, and another one attacks her. Blood spurts onto Jo’s face as Sam and Ellen start firing. Dean jumps up and scoops Jo into his arms running past Ellen and Sam, who turn to follow them both into the nearest building, a hardware store.
Sam chains the door together and he and Dean quickly lay down salt as Ellen rushes to make sure her daughter’s okay. “Boys,” she calls out. “Need some help here!”
They rush over to see how bad it is. It’s bad.
~*~*~
Jo’s been bandaged up, but is still in a great amount of pain. Her mom soothes her, telling her that she’ll be alright as Sam brings over a bowl. Ellen thanks him and Sam goes over to Dean, who’s fiddling with something on one of the shelves.
“How’s she holding up?” Dean asks, and Sam doesn’t answer.
“Salt lines are holding up,” he finally says.
“Safe for now.”
“Safer. Trapped like rats,” Sam says, looking out over the store.
“Hey, you heard Meg,” Dean tells his brother, setting down the radio. “Her father’s here. This is our one shot, Sammy, we gotta take it matter what.”
Sam doesn’t answer, and Ellen calls him back over to help.
“Here we go,” Dean says as his radio squeals.
~*~*~
Back at his house waiting for a report, Bobby curses the fact that he can’t get through to Sam or Dean’s phones. Suddenly static and a broken voice emits from the next room, and Bobby wheels over to his CB radio, where Dean’s voice is starting to become clearer: K C 5 Fox Delta Oscar, come in.
Bobby picks up the mouthpiece. “K C 5 Fox Delta Oscar, go ahead.”
“Bobby, it’s Dean. We got problems.”
Bobby sighs and looks towards Heaven. “It’s okay boy, that’s why I’m here,” he reassures Dean. “Is everyone all right?”
“No, uh, it’s—it—it’s Jo,” Dean reports, having a hard time getting the words out. “Bobby, it’s pretty bad.”
Bobby closes his eyes and shakes his head, then regains his voice and answers, “Okay, copy thtat. So now we figure out what we do next.”
“Bobby, I don’ think she’s—” Dean’s voice catches and he can’t continue.
“I said, what do we do next, Dean?”
Dean leans his head on his hand a moment, then pulls it together. “Right, okay, right.”
“Now,” Bobby says, getting him back on track. “Tel me what you got.”
~*~*~
Bobby’s at his desk, books piled around him. One book is open in front of him.
“Before he went missing,” he asks, “did Cas say how many reapers?”
“I don’t know,” Dean answers over the radio. “He said a lot of things, I guess. Does the number matter?”
“Devils’ in the details, Dean.”
Ellen taps Dean’s shoulder and nods toward the radio. Dean holds up the mouthpiece for her.
“Bobby, it's Ellen. The way he was looking, the number of places Castiel's eyes went, I'd say we're talking over a dozen reapers, probably more.”
Bobby runs a hand over his hat. This is definitely not good! “I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Nobody likes the sound of that, Bobby, but w-what—wh—what does that sound *like*?”
“It sounds like death, son,” Bobby answers grimly. “I think Satan's in town to work a ritual.” He flips to a page in his book marked with a post-it that reads: Seventh Seal. “I think he’s planning to unleash Death.”
“You mean, like, as in this dude and taxes are the only sure thing?” Dean asks, and Bobby agrees. “As in Death,” he answers, elaborating, “The horseman. The pale rider in the flesh.”
“Unleash?” Dean asks, still confused. “I mean, hasn't Death been tromping all over the place? Hell, I've died several times myself.”
“Not this guy, this is—this is the Angel of Death, Big daddy reaper,” Bobby answers. “They keep this guy chained in a box six hundred feet under. Last time they hauled him up, Noah was building a boat. That's why the place is crawling with reapers…They're waiting on the big boss to show.”
Dean swallows hard and dryly asks, “You have any other good news?”
“In a manner of speaking,” Bobby answers, closing his huge book, which, no surprise there, is an old leather-bound Bible, and turns to another book that’s open to “The Battle of Carthage.”I been researching Carthage since you've been gone,” he tells Dean, “trying to suss out what the devil might want there. What you just said drops the last piece of the puzzle in place. The angel of death must be brought into this world at midnight through a place of awful carnage. Now, back during the Civil War, there was a battle in Carthage. A battle so intense the soldiers called it the Battle of Hellhole.”
“Where’d the massacre go down?”
Bobby looks down at the drawing in the book. “On the land of William Jasper's farm.”
~*~*~
Meanwhile, Castiel is still trapped in the ring of fire. Lucifer is still watching him. Meg enters and Cas glares at her. Meg asks Lucifer what she should do with the Winchesters, and he tells her to leave them alone.
“I—I'm sorry, but are you sure?” Meg stutters. “Shouldn't we—“
“Trust me child,” he says, taking her face in his hands and smiling. “Everything happens for a reason.”
Castiel steals a glance up at the pipe bolted to the wall, then looks away as Lucifer tells him he’s has some time. “Time to change your mind?”
Cas narrow’s his eyes. He’s not about to change his mind anytime soon.
~*~*~
Back at the store, Ellen tries to soothe her daughter with, “That’s my girl, you’re okay, honey…” but Jo isn’t looking any better. She’s still leaning heavily against the counter, still bleeding.
A few feet away Sam and Dean are discussing what to do next.
“Now we know where the devil's gonna be, we know when, and we have the Colt,” Dean says, but Sam doesn’t look so sure.
“Yeah. We just have to get past eight or so hellhounds and get to the farm by midnight.”
“Yeah and that’s after we get Jo and Ellen the hell out of town.”
“Won’t be easy.”
“Stretcher?”
“I’ll see what we got.” Sam starts to turn, but Jo interrupts them. “Stop. Guys, stop.”
Ellen glances between the boys and her daughter as Jo weakly says, “Can we, uh, be realistic about this please?” Sam and Dean join them. Jo lets out a painful breath and tells them, “I can't move my legs. I can't be moved.” Dean glances at Sam as she continues, “My guts are being held in by an ace bandage. We gotta—we gotta get our priorities straight here.”
Sam and Dean exchange another look.
“Number one,” Jo says. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Joanna Beth, you stop talking like that,” Ellen interrupts, fighting back her emotions, but Jo just tearfully tells her, “Mom. I can't fight. I can't walk. But I can do something. We got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails, everything we need.”
“Everything we need?”
“To build a bomb, Sam.”
Ellen’s eyes widen at her daughter, but it’s Dean who answers, “No. Jo, no.”
“You got another plan? You got any other plan?” she asks him, and Dean takes in a deep breath. “Those are hellhounds out there, Dean…They've got all of our scents. Those bitches will *never* stop coming after you…We let the dogs in, you guys hit the roof, make a break for the building next over. I can, wait here with my finger on the button, rip those mutts a new one. Or at least get you a few minutes' head start, anyway.”
“No I—“ Ellen says tearfully. “I won’t let you.”
“This is why we’re here, right?” Jo asks her mother, and Ellen shakes her head, crying. “If I can get us a shot on the Devil—“ Jo turns to Dean. “Dean, we have to take it.”
“No!” Ellen looks to Dean for help. “That’s not—“
“Mom,” Jo interrupts. “This might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult.” She too is trying hard not to cry. “Might wanna take it?” Jo tries to smile but Ellen just starts sobbing. Neither Dean nor Sam can say anything. This isn’t easy on them either.
Ellen looks at her daughter, and they smile at each other despite their tears.
“You heard her,” Ellen tells the boys with a sniff. “Get to work.”
Sam and Dean rush around the store grabbing everything they’ll need, nails, rock salt, a doorbell, prorpane. By nightfall, they’re almost ready.
Sam takes Jo’s hand for a moment as Dean strings the wire to the button. He legs go so Dean can hand off the button to Jo.
“Okay, this is it,” Dean tells her solemnly. “I'll see you on the other side. Probably sooner than later.”
Jo hands over her gun. “Make it later.”
Dean puts the button in Jo’s hand and holds her hands in his for a moment. He looks up at her then kisses her on the forehead, closing his eyes.
Jo is crying. He pulls back to look at her and Jo’s breath hitches. After a long moment, Dean leans forward to kiss her on the lips. He leans his forehead against hers, then forces himself to push away. “Okay.”
Dean steps back with Sam as Ellen comes forward. She kneels next to her daughter and smiles sadly. Jo breaks, she knows what that look means.
“Mom, no,” she cries, but Ellen just answers, “Somebody's gotta let them in. Like you said, you're not moving…You got me, Jo. And you're right, this is important.” Jo nods tearfully as her mom adds, “But I will not leave you here alone.”
“Dean—” Sam starts, but Ellen interrupt, “Get going now, boys.”
Even Dean is having seconds thoughts about this. “Ellen—“
“I said go.”
Slowly, both boys start to leave.
“And Dean?” Ellen calls back. He stops and looks and her. “Kick it in the ass. Don't miss.”
Dean nods as he and Sam both tearfully swallow hard, having their last moment with the woman who was like a mother to them. Finally, they turn and leave. Ellen laughs softly and Jo smiles as her mother tucks back her hair. With the growling outside growing, Ellen gets up and unchains the doors. She swipes away the salt line then turns on the propane tanks and goes back to sit next to her daughter. She wraps her arm around Jo, hugging her to her side, and whispering, “I will always love you, baby.”
The hellhounds growl and Ellen looks up. They’re getting closer. She looks back at Jo, who’s eyes are closed. She’s now still in her mother’s arms.
“Honey?”
Nothing.
“Jo—“ Ellen’s voice cracks and she begins to sob. Jo is gone. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” She kisses Jo on the head, holding her. “That’s my good girl.”
Suddenly the doors burst open and Ellen looks up as the first hellhound breaks through. It stops in front of her, growling. Another one knocks back the door…more enter the store, knocking things off the shelves…
Outside, Sam and Dean run across the fire escape …
Ellen reaches for the button in her daugher’s hand…
Sam and Dean rush down the fire excape ladder and into the alley…
A hellhound stops next to Ellen, huffs into her hair. Ellen stares right at the invisible hellhound, giving it an angry grin. “You can go straight back to hell, you ugly bitch!” She holds Jo’s finger down on the button.
The store explodes in a huge fireball. Sam and Den spin around, giving it a pained looked. They know what it means. After a moment, they run down the alley. The flames rise into the sky behind them. Goodbye Ellen and Jo.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean sneak through the trees to find tons of people standing in the middle of a field, all staring at…something.
“Guess we know what happened to some of the townspeople,” Sam tells his brother.
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
They look at the silent mob.
“Last words?” Sam asks, and Dean looks at this brother. After a long moment, he glances back at the demons and nods. “I think I’m good.”
Sam nods too. “Yeah, me too.”
Dean looks at his brother. “Here goes nothing.” He pulls out the Colt.
Lucifer is digging in the center of the all the people. He’s what they’re all watching.
“Hey!” Sam approaches, pulling out a shotgun. Lucifer looks up, dropping the shovel when he realizes who it is. “You wanted to see me?” Sam asks.
“Oh, Sam, you don't need that gun here,” Lucifer says serenely. “You know I'd never hurt you. Not really.”
They stare at each other a moment, then Dean growls, “Yeah?” aiming the Colt point blank at Lucifer’s head. “Well I’d hurt you.” He cocks the gun. “So suck it.”
Dean fires. Lucifer’s head jerks back and he falls to the ground. Nobody moves. The boys stare at the body with the bullet hole in his head laying on the ground then look at each other. Really? Did that just work? Just as they’re about to give in to their great relief, Lucifer gasps back to life.
“Owwww!” He winces and stands up. Sam is horrified as Lucifer rubs his head then asks Dean, “Where did you get that?” Before Dean can answer, he punche him in the face, sending him flying into a tree. Sam watches his brother land hard on the ground and Lucifer turns back to him. “Now,” he says, the bullet hole disappearing. “Where were we?”
Sam can only stare horrified at him as he explains, “Don't feel too bad, Sam. There's only five things in all of creation that that gun can't kill, and I just happen to be one of them. But if you give me a minute, I'm almost done.”
Lucifer picks up the shovel and goes back to the dirt as Sam rushes over to Dean to check his pulse.
“You know,” Lucifer says, leaning on the shovel. “I don’t suppose you’d just say yes here and now? End this whole tiresome discussion? That’s crazy, right?”
“It’s NEVER gonna happen!” Sam shouts back angrily and Lucifer goes back to his hole.
“Oh, I don't know, Sam. I think it will. I think it'll happen soon. Within six months. And I think it'll happen in Detroit.”
“You listen to me, you son of a bitch. I'm gonna kill you myself, you understand me?” Sam growls back. “I'm going to rip your heart out!”
“That's good, Sam. You keep fanning that fire in your belly,” he answers, still digging. “All that pent-up rage. I'm gonna need it.”
Sam forces himself to calm down and looks around at the zombie like men still standing, waiting. “What did you do?” he asks. “What did you do to this town?”
“Oh, I was very generous with this town. One demon for every able-bodied man.”
“And the rest of them?”
Lucifer tosses a shovel-full of dirt away and pauses to look at Sam. “In there. I know, it's awful, but these horsemen are so demanding.” He goes back to digging. “So it was women and children first.” He pauses again. “I know what you must think of me, Sam. But I have to do this. I have to. You of all people should understand.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Lucifer leaves the shovel, approaching Sam. “I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him and I begged him to stand with me, and Michael—Michael turned on me. Called me a freak. A monster. And then he beat me down. All because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own.”
Sam is trying not to let this get to him, and swallows hard.
“ Tell me something, Sam,” Lucifer continues, the great manipulator. “Any of this sound familiar?”
Sam doesn’t answer.
“ Anyway. You'll have to excuse me. Midnight is calling and I have a ritual to finish. Don't go anywhere. Not that you could if you would.”
Sam bends back down to check on Dean again as Lucifer turns to his hole, raises his hand, chants, then turns back to his silent demons. “Now repeat after me,” he says, sounding a little bored. “We offer up our lives, blood, souls—“
They repeat his words as Dean stirs at the bottom of the tree.
“To complete this tribute,” Lucifer continues.
“To complete this tribute.”
One by one the demon’s head’s flash a red-gold and they fall over, dead. Sam and Dean just stare and Lucifer looks over at them. “What?” he asks, shrugging and looking around at all the bodies. “They’re just demons.”
~*~*~
Cas is staring hard at the bold in the pipe. It’s slowly turning. Meg walks around the still burning ring of fire and smirks. Cas looks at her.
“You seem pleased.”
“We're gonna win,” she answers, grinning. “Can you feel it? You cloud-hopping pansies lost the whole damn universe. Lucifer's gonna take over heaven. We're going to heaven, Clarence.”
She laughs. At his side, Cas moves his fingers in an unscrewing motion, still working on the bolt.
“Strange,” he answers. “Because I heard a different theory form a demon named Crowley.”
“You don’t know Crowley.”
“He believes Lucifer is just using demons to achieve an end,” Cas answers, turning the bolt some more and taking a step towards he. “And that, once he does, he'll destroy you all.”
“You're wrong,” Meg argues, stepping away from the wall, grin gone. “Lucifer is the father of our race. Our creator. Your god may be a deadbeat. Mine—mine walks the earth.”
The bolt finally comes loose and the pipe falls free from the wall, slamming into Meg and pushing her through the fire and into Cas’s arms. He holds her and puts his palm to her forehead. Nothing happens. Meg laughs.
“You can't gank demons, can you? You're cut off from the home office and you ain't got the juice. So what can you do, you impotent sap?”
“I can do this,” Cas answers, and slowly leans closer as if to Kiss Meg. Suddenly he throws her down across the fire. She screams and he walks over her back, out of the fire and finally free.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean watch as Lucifer stares at the mass grave. What do they do now? The ground begins to rumble, and suddenly Castiel appears next to Sam and Dean. He holds a finger to his lips.
When Lucifer turns around, all three of them are gone. Forgetting them, he walks forward. The ground stops shaking. He looks up.
“Oh, Hello, Death.”
~*~*~
Back at Bobby’s house, the TV shows footage of a tornado as the captions read: STATE OF EMERGENCY, Paulding County. The news anchor reports, ”Just received an update that the governor has declared a state of emergency for Paulding County, including the towns of Marion, Fetterville, and Carthage. The storm system has reportedly touched off a number of tornadoes in the area.”
Sam, Dean, and Bobby aren’t paying attention to the TV. Instead, they’re gathered in front of Bobby’s fireplace, staring at the picture they took earlier. Ellen and Jo’s last night on earth.
“Death tolls have yet to be estimated,” the reporter continues in the background, “but state officials expect the loss of life and property to be staggering.”
Bobby drops the picture into the flames. He, Sam, and Dean all watch grimly, silently, as the flames slowly lap away at the only remains they have left of two great hunters, two great friends. Rest in peace Ellen and Jo.
This has got to be one of the saddest episodes ever. I mean, Supernatural makes me cry a lot sure, but oh so sad to see Ellen and Jo go.
I think the nod to the great Kim Manners who had just passed away in real life made it their death and this episode that much more bittersweet. *sniff* We will miss you Kim!I always loved how Ellen was pretty much the only woman who could scare Sam and Dean like a surrogate mother.
She and Jo did, however, have a very honorable death, and I'm glad they stuck it out together no matter what. They are the only two female characters (aside from Sam and Dean's mom of course) who I ever liked. They will be greatly missed! RIP Ellen and Jo! You will not have died in vain!
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