Supernatural: Free to be You and Me
October 1st 2009 21:11
Sam wakes up in his hotel room alone. He sighs, turning over to—whoa!
“Hey baby, I missed you.”
Sam stares at his dead girlfriend, wide-eyed. Finally he asks, “Jessica?” Then it hits him. “I’m dreaming.”
“Or you’re not,” she answers simply, smiling. “What’s the difference? I’m here.”
Sam lets out a shaky breath. “I miss you, so much.”
“I know.” She takes his hand. “I miss you too.”
Sam looks down at their entwined hands, and Jess asks, “What are you doing, Sam?”
“What do you mean?”
“Running away,” she clarifies. “Haven’t we been down this road before?”
“No…it’s different now.”
“Really…”
“Last time I wanted to be normal. This time…” He looks down, softly finishing, “I know I’m a freak.”
“Which is all a big ball of semantics. You know that.”
“No—“
“Even at Stanford you knew,” she interrupts. “You knew there was something dark inside of you. Deep down, maybe, but you knew.” He still won’t look at her and she adds, “Maybe that’s what got me killed.”
Sam looks up, horrified. “No.”
“I always said from the moment we said hello…”
“No—“ He refuses to believe it, shaking his head.
“Don’t you get it?” she asks softly. “You can’t run from yourself. Why are you running now?”
“Why are you here, Jess?”
“Would you believe that I’m actually trying to protect you?” she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.
“From what?”
“You,” she answers, adding, “Sooner or later the past is gonna catch up to you like it always does. And you know what happens then?”
Sam looks down.
“People die,” she answers for him. “Baby, the people closest to you die.”
“Well don’t worry, because I won’t make the same mistake again,” Sam says, trying not to believe it.
“Same song, different verse.” Sam fights back tears as she adds, “Things are never gonna change with you…Ever.”
Sam looks up, then down, trying not to let his emotions take over. When he looks back up, Jess is gone. He’s alone.
~*~*~
One Week Earlier
Garber, Oklahoma
At a motel, Sam gets out of his hitchhiked ride, stepping around to the trunk…
Greeley, Pennsylvania
At a hospital, Dean closes the Impala’s trunk, tucking the knife under his suite jacket…
At the hotel, Sam burns all his fake IDs…
At the hospital, Dean holds up his fake detective ID…
Sam arrives at a restaurant and bar, getting a job and setting down a carton just as—
Dean shoves a vampire down, pulling out his knife, and warning, “Eat it, Twilight!” The knife comes down—
To slice lemons. Sam stands behind a bar, wearing an apron and a grim look on his face. He continues to slice, wiping juice off his face as--
Dean finishes stabbing the vampire, wiping blood off his face. He goes to open his trunk…
Sam washes the bar as a waitress eyes him…
Dean finishes washing the Impala.
Driving at night by himself, and listening to “Simple Man”, Dean glances over to the empty seat beside him. Wordlessly, he drives on.
~*~*~
As Dean’s wiping the blood stains off his jacket, Castiel suddenly appears behind him. Dean looks up and is started to see Cas in the mirror. “Don’t do that!” he warns, shaking his head.
“Hello, Dean.”
Dean turns around to face Cas, who is standing very close. “Cas, we’ve talked about this. Personal space.”
“My apologies.” Cas steps back and Dean takes his jacket into the room.
“How’d you find me? I thought I was flying below the angel radar.”
“You are. Bobby told me where you were.” Cas looks around the room as Dean goes to his bag. “Where’s Sam?”
Dean shrugs his coat on, pausing a moment before answering, “Me and Sam are taking separate vacations for a while. So,” he says, changing the subject and facing Cas. “You find God yet? More importantly, can I have my damn necklace back please?”
“No I haven’t found Him, that’s why I’m here. I need your help.”
“With what, God hunt?” Dean quips, rolling up his sleeves. “I’m not interested.”
“It’s not God it’s someone else.”
“Who?”
“Archangel,” Cas says stepping towards Dean. “The one who killed me.”
Dean raises his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”
“His name is Raphael.”
“You were wasted by a Teenage Mutant Ninja Angel?”
“I’ve heard whispers that he’s walking the earth,” Cas answers, completely missing the humor. “This is a rare opportunity.”
“For what? Revenge?”
“Information.”
“So what?” Dean asks, walking around Cas. “You think if you find this dude, he’s just gonna spill God’s address?”
“Yes,” Cas answers simply. “Because we are gonna trap him and interrogate him.”
Dean turns back from the knife at the sink, skeptical. “You’re serious about this.”
Cas turns to face him. “Yes.”
“So what, I’m Thelma and you’re Louise and we’re just gonna hold hands and sail off this cliff together?”
Cas frowns at him, having no idea what he’s talking about and Dean just shakes his head, walking around Cas to put his knife in his bag. “Giving me one good reason why I should do this.”
“Because you’re Michael’s vessel and no angel will dare harm you.”
“Oh so I’m your bullet shield.”
“I need your help. Because you are the ONLY one who’ll help me,” Cas says seriously. “Please.”
Dean studies him a moment, then answers, “Alright fine, where is he?”
“Maine.” Cas raises his hand towards Dean’s forehead. “Let’s go.”
“Whoa, whoa!” Dean interrupts, ducking out from under Cas’s fingers and holding up a defensive hand.
“What?”
“Last time you zapped me someplace I didn’t poop for a week!” As Cas studies him, Dean vehemently adds, “We’re driving.”
~*~*~
A dart hits the target at the bar. “Hey Keith,” the waitress calls out. “You play?”
Sam looks up from his work. “That depends. What are we playing for?”
“World Peace.”
“Oh, is that all?”
She smirks and goes to retrieve her dart, asking, “Can I ask you something?”
Sam picks a towel up to wipe his hands off and walks over. “Shoot.”
“You finish that uh, crossword puzzle in the kitchen?”
Tossing the towel back, Sam gives her a confused look. “Uh, I guess, why?”
“The New York Times Saturday crossword,” she explains, giving him a look.
“Was it?”
“Uh-huh,” she answers, not buying his innocent reply. “You blow into town last week, you don’t talk to anybody, you’re obviously highly educated. You’re like this…”
“Riddle wrapped inside an enigma wrapped inside a taco?” he offers.
She nods, amused. “Here’s what we play for. When I win, you buy me dinner and tell me your life story.”
“Sounds fair.”
Sam picks up the darts and throws three bullseyes in a very quick row.
“Very mysterioso,” the waitress says, impressed. “I like it.”
Sam’s not paying any attention. Instead, he’s turned to look at the TV where a news anchor is reporting on a freak hailstorm that turned into massive lightning strikes that is now consuming more than 20 acres. She tells people to get ready for a mandatory evacuation.
The man behind the bar shuts off the TV, grimly asking, “Is it me or does it seem like the end of the world?”
Sam doesn’t answer.
~*~*~
Waterville, Maine
Dean and Cas get out of the Impala.
“And we’re here, why?” Dean asks, shutting the door.
“A deputy sheriff laid eyes on the archangel,” Cas answers as Dean joins him in the road.
“And he still has eyes?” Cas just gives him his usual half confused intense look, and Dean asks, “Alright, what’s the plan?”
“We…tell the officer that he witnessed an angel of the Lord. And the officer will tell us where the angel is.”
“You’re serious?” Dean asks. “You’re gonna walk in there and tell him the truth?”
“Why not?”
“Because,” Dean says, pulling out a fake badge. “We’re humans.” He sticks the badge in Cas’s inner pocket. “And when humans want something—“ he puts his own badge in his pocket “—Really really bad—“ He adjusts Cas’s tie. “We lie.”
“Why?”
“Because. That’s how you become President.”
Dean heads into the building as Cas stares down at his tie, still confused.
~*~*~
Inside, Dean introduces himself as an FBI agent and Cas as his partner. When Cas just stands there, Dean reiterates, “Also FBI…”
Oh right. Cas pulls out his badge. It’s upside-down. Dean reaches over and flips it the right way up, telling the deputy, “He’s uh, he’s new. Mind if we ask you a few questions?”
“Yeah sure,” the deputy answers, turning to head back into the office and adding, “Talk here though, ear’s all blown to hell in this one.”
“That happen recently?” Dean asks, shooting Cas a look while the deputy’s back is turned.
“Yeah gas station,” the deputy answers, sitting down at his desk. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
“Yes it is,” Dean answers, glancing at Cas and clearing his throat as Cas follows his lead and sits down.
Dean asks the deputy to run through what happened again, and he tells them that, “A call came in. Disturbance out at the pump and go on Route 4.”
“What kind of disturbance?”
“Would not have believed my eyes if I hadn’t seen it myself,” the deputy answers with a shake of his head. “We’re talkin’ a riot, full-scale.”
“How many?”
“30, 40. In all out kill or be killed combat.”
Dean looks at Cas again, then asks, “Any idea what set ‘em off?”
The deputy hesitates and Cas leans over to Dean, explaining, “It’s angels and demons probably.” When the cop looks at him, Cas simply adds, “They’re skirmishing all over the globe.”
Dean’s eyes widen, then he quickly regains his composure as the deputy turns to him and asks, “What’d he say?”
“Nothing—“
“Demons—“
There’s a pause as Dean and Cas look at each other, then both open their mouths again to simultaneously answer:
“Nothing.”
“Demons.”
As the deputy looks at Cas like he’s insane, Dean clarifies, “Demons you know,” he mimes drinking. “Drink, adultery. We all have our demons, right Walt?”
Still staring at Cas like he’s not quite sure what to make of the guy, the deputy answers, “I guess…”
“Anyway,” Dean says, giving Cas a pointed look. “What happened next?”
“Freakin’ explosion that’s what,” Walt answers. “Ah they said it was one of those underground gas tanks but…I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“It wasn’t your usual fireball, it was um—“
“Pure white,” Castiel interrupts.
The deputy looks at him, surprised. “Yeah. Gas station was leveled.”
Dean and Cas look at each other as the deputy continues, “Everyone was…was just horrible. And I see this one guy, kneeling there, real focused like. Not a damn scratch on him.”
“You know him?”
“Donny Finnerman, mechanic there.”
“And let me guess,” Dean answers, glancing at Cas. “He just uh, vanished into thin air?”
“Uh, no Kolchak,” the deputy answers dryly. “He’s down at St. Pete’s.”
Cas looks intently at Dean, reiterating the importance of “St. Pete’s…”
“Thank you,” Dean answers.
~*~*~
Dean and Castiel stand outside a hospital room where a man sits in a chair, staring blanking at nothing.
“I take it that’s not Raphael anymore,” Dean says, looking at the poor guy.
“Just an empty vessel.”
“So is this what I’m lookin’ at when Michael jumps my bones?”
“No not at all,” Cas answers simply. “Michael is much more powerful, it’ll be far worse for you.”
Dean nods, looking away. Great.
~*~*~
On his computer, Sam highlights part of The Book of Revelation on a website. A worried look on his face, he scrolls through his contacts on his phone and stops at Dean. He stares at it a moment then scrolls back up to call Bobby.
“Sam?” Bobby answers, back in his normal clothes, but still in the wheelchair.
“Hey Bobby, how you doin’?”
“Well, I ain’t runnin’ any marathons, but…I’ll live. Where are you?”
“Uh, Grover, Oklahoma,” Sam answers. “I found a town up the road showing some Revelation omens.”
“What omens?”
“Alright, listen to this,” Sam says, then reads, “Upon his rising, there shall be hail and fire mixed with blood.”
“Well ain’t that delightful,” Bobby answers dryly.
“Yeah. But we already got hailstorms and fire, so I’m guessing blood can’t be too far behind.”
Bobby nods, chewing it over. “Okay…”
“What?”
“There a reason you’re calling?”
Sam hesitates, then answers, “Dean didn’t tell you?”
“He told me.”
“Yeah, well I just thought you might want to find out who’s in the area and put a man on this.”
“Okay, let me see if I can think of the best hunter who might be in the immediate vicinity,” Bobby answers, sarcastically adding, “Oh, that’d be you.”
“I can’t Bobby, I’m sittin’ this one out.”
“Sam—“
“I gotta go. I’m so sorry.”
“Hold on, Sam—“
Sam hangs up. Bobby hangs up and tosses the phone aside.
~*~*~
~*~*~
A group of hunters enter the bar. “Hey Sam,” one calls out to Sam, but he ignores them.
“Sam.”
“Sam?” the waitress asks. “What happened to Keith?”
“What?” Sam asks, turning to face them all.
“He called you Sam.”
“Y-yeah, uh, Sam is my middle name.”
She laughs. “Keith Sam?” Sam just shrugs, and she adds, “Man, I’m sorry.”
“Well actually it’s, uh, Samuel,” one of the hunters says, helping Sam out with his cover. “So it’s not quite as dumb as it sounds.”
“Are you guys friends?”
“Hunting buddies,” one of the other men answers. “With his dad. Samuel here is quite the hunter himself.”
“Wow, you kill deer and things?” she asks, to which the first hunter answers, “And things,” giving Sam an almost amused look.
“Uh, why don’t I get you guys some drinks?” Sam interrupts quickly, and they all sit down at a table.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to bust you back there.”
“No, it’s alright,” Sam answers. “So what’s up?”
They tell him that Bobby called and that Sam was right. “Major demon block party goin’ on.”
“Why?” Sam asks. “What are they up to?”
“Don’t know yet.”
“Bobby told us you were off limits…That true?”
Sam shifts uncomfortably. “Yeah, that’s right.”
“That’s fine in theory and all,” the first hunter answers. “But we could really use all hands on deck here.”
“I know you could…but I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“Why not?”
“It’s personal.”
“Look Sam, no offense, but uh, what baggage is so heavy it can’t be stowed away for the freakin’ Apocalypse?”
“Like I said I—“
“Yeah,” the third hunter interrupts. “You’re sorry. Wouldn’t be the first time.”
They study Sam a minute, then finally set their drinks down and get up. “Suite yourself, more for us then, right?”
“Good luck,” Sam answers, standing up with them.
“But hey, beers are on you when we get back.”
“Yeah, you bet.”
They leave, and the waitress comes over. “So,” she says. “Your parents were drunk when they named you and you shoot Bambi?”
“Look, it’s a—long story.”
“That is it. Enough with the kung-fu wandering the earth thing,” she answers. “I’m gonna buy you dinner and we’re gonna talk.”
“Lindsey, I can’t—“
“No, the only way to avoid bloodshed is to say yes.”
Sam lowers his gaze.
~*~*~
Dean lowers his drink and looks over the table at the most terrified looking Castiel ever. A long moment passes, as scantily clad women walk about, but Cas still hasn’t touched his drink, instead staring wide-eyed at Dean and breathing like he might hyperventilate any second.
“Hey,” Dean offers. “Relax!”
“This is a den of iniquity,” Cas answers, leaning forward. “I should not be here.”
“Dude, you full on rebelled against Heaven,” Dean answers. “Iniquity is one of the perks.”
A woman starts for the table, and Dean mumbles, “Showtime,” picking up his glass again.
“Hi,” the girl says, grinning at Cas. “What’s your name.”
Cas just stares at her, and Dean tries not to laugh. Once it’s clear the pause is getting too long, Dean answers, “Cas, his name is Cas.” Castiel jumps at the sound of his voice, and Dean asks the girl, “What’s your name?”
“Chastity,” she answers with a smile.
“Chastity?”
“Mmhmm.”
Cas distractedly takes a drink as Dean laughs. “Wow,” he says leaning towards him. “Is that kismet or what, buddy? Huh?”
Cas continues to down his drink, so Dean continues to tell the girl that “well, he likes you and you like him“. He gestures them onward, and she takes Cas’s hand. The angel stands up as if in a daze, and Dean quickly stops him before he can leave just yet.
“Oh hey, listen,” he pulls Cas aside, handing over some money. “Take this. If she asks for a credit card, no. Now just stick to the basics, okay? Do not order off the menu.” Cas still hasn’t said anything, looking around as if he might get caught.
“Go get her tiger.”
Cas just gives him a scared look, as if hoping Dean will save him.
“Don’t make me push you,” Dean answers, and Cas takes the money. He walks after the girl as Dean gets distracted by another one.
~*~*~
“Well cheers to you,” Dean says, clinks glasses with the girl sitting opposite him. Suddenly there is a loud scream from a back room and Dean swings around.
Shoving back the curtained entrance to the hallway, Dean rushes through as a girl shouts, “Get out of my face! Leave me alone!” It’s the girl Cas went back with, and she’s now standing in the hallway screaming at him. “Screw you, jerk!” She throws something at him, and Cas just knocks it aside, confused.
“I’ll kill you!” the girl screams, then stomps down the hall, stopping only long enough to tell Dean, “Screw you too!” She stomps off down the hall, still shouting and cursing.
Dean turns to look at Cas, who is still fully dressed.
“What the hell did you do?”
“I don’t know,” Cas answers. “I just looked at her in the eyes and told her it wasn’t her fault that her father, Gene, ran off.” He glances down the hall, then adds simply, “It’s because he hated his job at the post office.”
Dean cringes. “Oh no, man.”
“What?”
“This whole industry runs on absent fathers,” Dean explains. “It’s, it’s the natural order.” He turns to find two bouncers walking through the doorway. “We should go. Come on.”
Grabbing Cas’s arm, Dean pulls him down the hallway in the opposite direction.
Laughing, Dean closes the back door behind them as Cas steps into an alleyway. Dean’s still laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Cas asks, and Dean slaps his arm around the angel’s shoulder, trying to get himself under control.
“Oh, nothing,” he says, still grinning. “Whoo, it’s been a long time since I’ve laughed that hard.” He chuckles again as they walk back to the Impala.
“It’s been more than a long time,” he adds. “Years.” His laughter dies away.
~*~*~
“Sooo,” Lindsey says, looking up at Sam over dinner. “You gonna tell me who those guys back there really were? And don’t say hunting buddies.”
Sam sighs. “Okay, we used to be in the same business together.”
“What business?”
Sam pauses a second, then asks, “How’s your salad?”
She studies him a moment, then leans in and asks, “Witness protection, right? You’re Mafia?”
Sam gives her a half amused half surprised look, quickly assuring, “I’m not Mafia.”
“Okay, I get it. I didn’t mean to pry, my bad.”
She picks at her salad again, and Sam finally says, “I used to be in business with my brother. Truth is, I was pretty good at the job…But, I made some mistakes. I did some stuff I’m not so proud of, and people got hurt.” He looks down at his plate. “A lot of people.”
Lindsay takes a drink of her water, then sets it down and asks, “What was your poison?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Come on, you were hooked on something, I know the look.” Lindsay pulls something from her pocket. A chip. “Three years sober.”
“You work in a bar.”
“So do you.”
Can’t argue with that.
“Look,” she tells him. “*Keith*, I don’t know you, and I’m the last person to be giving advice? But I do know that no one has done anything so bad they can’t be forgiven. That they can’t change.”
~*~*~
Dean watches a nurse walk down the hospital corridor, then checks to make sure no one else is watching before slipping into the room. He closes the blinds on the window then turns around to see Cas dumping the Jerusalem oil on the floor around the man in the wheelchair.
“When the oil burns,” Cas explains. “No angel can touch or pass through the flames or he dies.”
“Okay, so we trap him in a steel cage of holy fire, but one question,” Dean answers. “How the hell do we get him here?”
“There’s…well, almost an open phone line,” Cas answers, putting down the empty jar. “Between a vessel and his angel. One just has to know how to dial.”
Castiel walks over and leans down towards the man’s ear, reciting some ancient words. Once finished, he finishes in English, “I’m here, Raphael. Come and get me you little bastard.”
Cas steps back and Dean asks, “Just out of curiosity, what is the average wait time to speak to an archangel?”
“Be ready.”
Cas strikes a match and lights the oil.
~*~*~
It’s night and Dean and Cas are driving in the Impala.
“Well that’s a day I’ll never get back,” Dean says as they drive up to a house.
Dean opens the front door, but Cas quickly steps in front of him. “Dean, wait.”
The room fills with a flickering light as what looks like lightning bolts fill the kitchen, entering the back of the man who was previously in a wheelchair. He now stands on his own as the lightbulbs in the kitchen explode and the lightning dies down.
The man looks up. “Castiel?”
“Raphael?”
He and Dean enter the room, Dean unable to keep from saying, “Oh you know, I thought you were supposed to be impressive. All you do is black out the room?”
“And the eastern seaboard,” Raphael says as lightning flashes outside the window. “It is testament to my unending mercy that I don’t smite you here and now,” he adds, looking at Cas.
“Or maybe you’re full of crap,” Dean answers, glancing between angels. “Maybe you’re afraid that God’ll bring Cas back to life again and smite you and your candy ass skirt. By the way, hi I’m Dean,” he adds with a smirk and a wave.
“I know who you are,” Raphael answers, looking at Cas. “And now thanks to him, I know where you are.”
“You won’t kill him,” Cas answers. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“But I will take him to Michael.”
“Oh well that sounds terrifying,” Dean answers, wandering over to a cooler and pulling out a bottle. “But I hate to tell you, I’m not going anywhere with you.” He snaps off the lid and takes a drink, turning his back to Raphael.
“Surely you remember Zachariah giving you stomach cancer,” Raphael says menacingly.
Dean looks slightly worried a second, but quickly pushes it aside, turning to answer, “Yeah that was, that was hilarious.” He gives him his trademark lopsided grin.
“Yes, well he doesn’t have anything close to my imagination.”
“Oh yeah?”
Raphael starts walking slowly towards Dean, and Dean glances sideways at Cas. Raphael stops, and Dean says, “I bet you didn’t imagine one thing.”
“What?”
“We knew you were coming you stupid son of a bitch,” Dean answers, as Cas flicks open a lighter. Raphel turns just in time to watch the flame land on the oil, igniting a burning ring of fire around him.
The flames leap up and Raphael turns to glare at Dean.
“Don’t look at me, it was his idea.”
Cas looks at Dean then back at Raphael and asks, “Where is he?”
“God?” Raphael answers. “Didn’t you hear? He’s dead Castiel. Dead.”
Cas and Dean exchange a look.
~*~*~
Sam is finishing up washing the tables when the bell on the door jingles.
“Bar closed,” he calls out, but someone enters anyway. He turns around to see one of the hunters before. “Hey.”
“There something you want to tell me, Sam?” the man asks, holding his hand.
“What? No.”
“You sure about that?”
Sam frowns at him. “I don’t know what—“ He stops, studying the man’s disheveled look. “Geez, are you okay? Where are Richie and Steve?”
“Oh Steve’s good, he’s uh, his guts are layin’ roadside outside the Holly Five and Dime.”
Sam swallows hard. “I’m sorry—“
“Sorry don’t cut it Sam,” he interrupts.
“What do you want me to say?”
“The truth!”
Sam gives him a confused look, and the hunter adds, “Okay fine, let me give you some of my own then.” He walks towards Sam, recounting his story. “We go into town, we capture ourselves a demon, we get jumped by ten more. Steve bought it.”
“I’m sorry,” Sam answers, more sternly.
“Sayin’ it twice don’t make it so Sam. But you see this demon, he uh, he told us things. Crazy things. Things about you, Sam.”
“Demons lie.”
“Yeah?”
Sam nods.
“I’m gonna ask you one last time. The truth. Now!”
Suddenly the door shoves open and Richie yanks Lindsay through.
Sam starts. “Lindsay!”
Richie holds a knife up to her throat and she asks, “What’s going on?”
Sam glares at the hunter in front of him.
~*~*~
“For there’s no other explanation,” Raphael says calmly, the fire still burning around him. “He’s gone for good.”
“You’re lying,” Cas answers.
“Am I?” Raphael counters. “Do you remember the 20th century? Think the 21st is going any better? You think God would have let any of that happen if He were alive?”
Cas doesn’t answer, so Dean says, “Oh yeah, well then who invented the Chinese basket trick?” He raises an eyebrow, but Raphael is not amused.
“Careful,” he warns. “That’s my father you’re talking about, boy.”
“Yeah,” Dean answers sarcastically, going to the window. “Who would be so proud to know that his son started the freakin’ Apocalypse.”
“Who ran off and disappeared? Who left no instructions and a world to run?”
Dean glances at Cas, then answers, “So daddy ran away and disappeared. Didn’t happen to work for the post office did he?”
Cas looks at Dean as Raphael calmly answers, “Is this funny to you? You’re living in a Godless universe.”
“And? What, you and the other kids just decided to throw an Apocalypse while he’s gone?” Dean asks angrily.
“We’re tired,” Raphael answers as the storm outside continues to rage. “We just want it to be over. We just want…” he looks at Cas. “Paradise.”
“So what?” Dean asks. “God dies and leaves you the boss and you think you can do whatever you want?”
“Yes,” Raphael answers, suddenly raising his voice. “And whatever we want, we get!”
The windows in the house suddenly explode.
~*~*~
“Just take it easy, okay?” Sam tells the hunters calmly. “Put the knife down.”
After a long moment, Richie finally lays the knife on the bar. Lindsay relaxes somewhat.
“It’s true,” Sam tells them. “What the demon said, it’s all true.”
“Keep goin’.”
“Why? You gonna hate me any less? Am I gonna hate myself any less?” Sam asks grimly. “What do you want?”
“I want to hear you say it,” the first hunter growls.
Sam glances at Lindsay, then finally says, “I did it…I started the Apocalypse.”
~*~*~
The storm is not raging more furiously than ever. Cas has to shout to be heard over the roaring wind.
“If God is dead, why have I returned? Who brought me back?”
“Did it ever occur to you maybe, Lucifer raised you?” Raphael asks as calm as before.
“No.”
“Think about it. He needs all the rebellious angels he can find.”
Cas stares at Raphael a long moment, then finally turns to Dean. “Let’s go.”
“Castiel,” Raphael calls after him. “I’m warning you. Do not leave me here.” Cas looks at the door and Dean looks at him.
“I will find you,” Raphael warns.
“Maybe one day,” Cas answers. “But today you’re my little bitch.” He walks out.
Dean heads after him, then turns around to add, “What he said.”
They leave Raphael in the middle of the burning circle.
~*~*~
The hunter holds up a vial and Sam gets uneasy.
“What is that?”
“What do you think it is?” Sam’s breathing increases as he stares at the vial and the hunter adds, “It’s gold juice, Sammy boy.”
“Get that away from me.”
“Away from you?” he asks, stepping towards Sam. “No, this is for you. Hell if that demon wasn’t right as rain,” he adds, noticing Sam’s discomfort. “Down the hatch, Sam.”
“You’re insane.”
“Look, here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna drink this, Hulk out,” he says as Richie handcuffs Lindsay to a facet behind him. “And you’re gonna waste every one of those demon scum that killed my best friend.” He glances at Lindsay. “Or she dies.”
“You wouldn’t do that.”
“It’s funny how watching your best friend die changes that,” the hunter answers, stepping forward and holding out the vial of blood. “Come on, you know you want it, Sam. Just reach out and take it.”
Sam stares at the vial, breathing hard and holding himself back. He’s not going to do it.
Suddenly Richie lunges for him, but Sam’s ready, he flips him onto a pool table, only getting in one punch before the other hunter tackles him. Richie jumps up and helps hold Sam down, forcing his mouth open as his partner dumps the demon blood into Sam’s mouth. Sam grunts as Richie covers his mouth to make sure he swallows.
Sam falls back on the ground and they jump back. After a moment, Sam struggles to his feet.
“There, was that really so bad?”
Sam stares at the man a moment, then suddenly spits the blood out into his face, taking the distraction to knock out Richie. He turns to grab the other guy, flinging him back against the bar and grabbing the knife. Lindsay gasps, and Sam looks up as if he’d forgotten she was there. He stares from the frightened girl down to the man beneath the knife, then backs up, shoving the guy towards his friend.
“Go.”
“Don’t think we won’t be back,” Richie warns, pulling his friend to his feet.
“Don’t think I won’t be here,” Sam answers, his chin still bloody. He turns to look at Lindsay. Neither of them speak.
~*~*~
Dean and Cas are driving again. Dean looks over at the troubled angel, and finally says, “Look, I’ll be the first to tell you that this little crusade of yours is nuts, but…I do know a little something about missing fathers.”
“What do you mean?” Cas asks, staring out the front window at the rainy night.
“I mean there were times when I was looking for my dad when…all logic said that he was dead. But I knew, in my heart, that he was still alive.” Dean pauses, then adds, “So who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas. What do you believe?”
Cas thinks a moment, then answers, “I believe He’s out there.”
“Good, then go find him”
Cas turns to look at Dean. “What about you?”
“What about me? I don’t know…Honestly? I’m good,” Dean answers. “I can’t believe I’m sayin’ that, but I am, I—I’m really good.”
“Even without your brother?”
Dean continues to drive, then answers, “Especially without my brother.”
Cas turns a confused look on him, as Dean insists that he’s spent so much time worrying about Sam that “I’ve had more fun with you in the past 24 hours than I’ve had with Sam in years. And you’re not that much fun.”
Cas still doesn’t say anything, so Dean continues, “It’s funny, you know, I’ve been so chained to my family…But now that I’m alone…Hell, I’m happy.”
He turns to look at Cas but the angel is gone. Dean’s put up a good front, but now that he’s alone, his face falls. He can lie all he want, but he’s not happy.
~*~*~
And neither is Sam.
“Sam?”
Sam starts away to find Jessica laying next to him. He leans over and kisses her shoulder.
“So,” she says turning to face him. “This is your life now?” He doesn’t answer, and she cups his face, brushing his hair back and softly asking, “Think you can just live forever with your head buried in the sand?”
After a long moment, Sam answers, “I love you, Jess.” He sits up, turning his back on her to lower his feet over the side of the bed and adding, “God knows how much I miss you too…But you’re wrong. People can change. There is reason for hope.”
She tucks his hair behind his ear and he closes his eyes.
“No Sam,” she says. “There isn’t.”
Behind Sam, Jess morphs into Lucifer.
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because you freed me.”
Alarmed at the change in voice, Sam turns to find Lucifer with his hand on his shoulder. He jumps off the bed, backing away, eyes wide.
“That’s right. You know who I am.”
“Lucifer…”
“You are a hard one to find Sam. Harder than most humans. I don’t suppose you’d tell me where you are?”
“What do you want with me?”
“Thanks to you, I walk the earth,” Lucifer answers with a bow. “I want to give you a gift. I want to give you everything.”
“I don’t want ANYTHING from you,” Sam says vehemently.
Lucifer just shakes his head, answering, “I’m so sorry, Sam, I really am, but Nick here is just an improvisation,” he says, gesturing to his vessel’s body. “Plan B. Can barely contain me without spontaneously combusting.”
“What are you talking about?”
Lucifer stands up. “Why do you think you were in the chapel?” He walks towards Sam, explaining, “You’re the one, Sam. You’re my vessel. My true vessel.”
Sam can’t believe it. “No…” He stares at him, horrified and shocked at the same time, unwilling to believe it.
Lucifer just nods. “Yes.”
“No, that’ll never happen.”
“I’m sorry but it will.” Lucifer walks towards him and Sam backs up again. “I will find you and when I do? You will let me in. I’m sure of it.”
“You need my consent?”
“Of course, I’m an angel.”
Relieved, Sam glares at him, answering, “I will kill myself before letting you in.”
“Then I’ll just bring you back,” he answers with a sigh. “Sam, my heart breaks for you. The weight on your shoulders, what you’ve done, what you still have to do. It is more than anyone can bear. If there was some other way…but there isn’t.”
Sam’s at a loss.
“I will never lie to you. I will never trick you. But you will say yes to me.”
“You’re wrong.”
“I’m not.” He pauses, then adds. “I think I know you better than you know yourself.”
Sam can only shake his head, fighting back emotion as he asks, “Why me?”
“Because it had to be you, Sam.”
He’s heard that one too many a time. Sam lets out a shaky breath, looking helplessly at the floor and breathing hard. Why? More importantly, what’s he supposed to do?
“It always had to be you.”
When Sam looks up, Lucifer is gone.
Okay, Cas was adorably hilarious in this episode. I've never seen anybody look so scared! LoL I guess if Sam and Dean have to get away from each other for a few days (which by the way, better just be a few days) who better than Cas to come calling? Loved the part where Dean tried to teach him how to play an FBI agent. haha
Then there's the flip side. As in the heartbreaking arrival of Lucifer telling Sam he's his vessel. Nooooooooo! Poor Sammy, hasn't the guy been through enough already? I'm starting to dread the end of this season already and we're only a few episode's in! I mean, who else is picturing either a Sam-and-Dean-fight-off-their- vessels-together-to-save-huma nity-while-they're-tortured-u ntil-God-and-Cas-save-them or a Dean-lets-Michael-take-over-t o-save-Sam, or a--Okay, I'm stopping there. I don't want to even think about what else could happen...
Great episode as always!
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