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LilithSupernatural: Heaven and Hell recap
December 4th 2008 23:49
*starts off exactly where the last episode ended*
Sam: You want Anna, why?
Uriel: Out of the way.
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay, I know she’s wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but that’s no reason to gank her!
Uriel smirks. “Don’t worry. I’ll kill her gentle.”
Sam and Dean continue to argue with Uriel and Castiel, and when Sam argues that Anna’s an innocent girl, Castiel finally speaks up. “She’s far from innocent.” Sam and Dean refuse to hand over Anna, and Uriel asks, “Who’s gonna stop us? You two?” He turns to Ruby. “Or this demon whore?”
He grabs Ruby and flings her across the room. She slams into a window, breaking it, and walks over to pin her against the wall. He holds up his hand to destroy her, Sam looks worriedly at Castiel, and Dean goes after Uriel. Unfortunately, Uriel’s too strong and too quick. He knocks Dean’s weapon away effortlessly, then stops his punch with one hand. Uriel punches Dean in the face, and Sam looks at Castiel for help. “Guys stop. Please.”
Uriel is still beating up Dean. *punch* “I’ve been waitin’ for this.” *punch*
Castiel goes to the door behind which Anna is hiding, and just as he’s about to open it, both angels disappear in a brilliant flash of white.
“What the—” Dean struggles back to his feet and helps Ruby up. Sam wakes up.
“Anna?” Dean enters the room to find her arm cut and bleeding, strange symbols on the mirror in front of her. “Anna!”
She looks up, weak and confused. “Are they gone?”
Dean starts wrapping the cut on her arm and asks what she did. She tells him that she sent them away. She doesn’t know how she did it she “just did.”
~*~*~
Ruby sits with Anna on the bed as Sam and Dean close the door to talk in private.
“What do you think?” Dean asks.
“I think Anna’s getting more interesting by the second.”
“Yeah, I agree. And what did they mean by, ‘she’s not innocent’?”
“Seems like they want her bad,” Sam answers. “And not just cuz of the angel radio thing. I mean that blood spell? Some serious crap, man.”
Dean agrees. “Something’s going on with her.” He tells his brother to see what he can find out about it, and Sam asks him what he’s going to do. “Anna may have sent the angels to the outfield,” Dean answers. “But sooner or later they’re gonna be back. We gotta get ourselves safe now.”
~*~*~
Anna now sits in Bobby’s panic room, and Dean pounds the wall, explaining, “Iron walls drenched in salt. Demon’s can’t even touch the joint.”
“Which I find racist by the way,” Ruby says from outside the door.
Dean turns around to look at her. “Write your congressman.”
She tosses him two hex bags. “Extra crunchy. They’ll hide us from angels, demons, all-comers.”
“Thanks Ruby.” He hands one over to Anna and asks her what’s playing on the angel radio. She tells him that it’s all quiet. “Dead silence.”
“Good,” Dean says sarcastically. “That’s not troubling at all.”
So they’re really in trouble, huh? “You guys are scared?”
Dean looks at Ruby, then back at Anna and smiles. “Naw.”
Sam calls for Dean and he tells Anna to stay there. As he passes Ruby in the hall, he tells her to keep an eye on Anna.
Upstairs, Dean asks, “How’s the car?”
“I got her, she’s fine,” Sam answers as they walk through the kitchen piled with books. “Where’s Bobby?”
“Uh, The Dominican. Said if we break anything we by it.”
“Is he working a job?” Sam asks as they enter the living room.
“I hope so. Otherwise he’s at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker hat.”
Sam winces. “Now it’s seared into my brain.”
Dean asks what he found on Anna, and Sam pulls out the file.
He didn’t find out much. Her parents were a church deacon and a housewife. There was one weird thing though. When she was two and a half, she had her first psych episode. “She’d get hysterical anytime her dad’d get close. She was convinced that he wasn’t her real daddy.”
“Who was?” Dean asks with a grin. “The plumber? A little snake in the pipes?”
“Dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again,” Sam answers. “Look, Anna didn’t say, she just kept repeating that this real father of hers was mad. Like very mad, like wanted to kill her mad.”
“Kind of heavy for a two-year-old.”
Sam tells him that Anna talked to a kid shrink, got better, and grew up normal. Until now of course. Dean wonders what she’s hiding.
“Why don’t you just ask me to my face?” Anna suddenly appears behind them with Ruby.
“Nice job watching her,” Dean tells Ruby, who just shrugs and answers, “I’m watching her.”
“No you’re right Anna,” Sam tells her. “Is there anything you want to tell us?”
She’s not happy. “About what?”
“The angels said you were guilty of something. Why would they say that?”
She has no idea. “You tell me. Tell ME why my life has been leveled! Why my parents are dead!” She insists that she doesn’t know what the angels were talking about and would give her life to know.
“Okay.” Sam believes her. “Then let’s find out.”
“How?”
Dean drives off in The Impala.
~*~*~
Dean leads a woman down the stairs, calling out, “We’re here.”
“Pamela, hey,” Sam walks over to greet her. Pamela is wearing dark sunglasses to hide the eyes she no longer has.
“Sam, Sam is that you?” She works up the blind woman act, then finally laughs, grabbing him from behind. Of course she knew it was him! Just like she knows Ruby’s a demon and Anna’s the poor girl she’s come to help.
“You’ve been eying my rack,” Pamela tells him, and Sam stutters for a response and Dean grins. Pamela laughs. “Don’t sweat it kiddo, I’ve still got more senses than most.” She walks over to introduce herself to Anna. She’s not doing it because she’s nice, she’s doing it to get back at the angels for what they did to her. Anna is confused, and Pamela takes off her glasses to show her her white eyes.
“Demony I know,” Pamela says. “But don’t worry, they’re just plastic. Good for business. Makes me look extra psychic, don’t you think?” She laughs and puts her glasses back on. “Now, how about you tell me about your deal, huh?”
~*~*~
Back in the panic room, Pamela hypnotizes Anna. “Deep sleep…deep sleep…Every muscle calm and relaxed…Can you hear me?”
Eyes closed and lying on the bed, Anna tells her that she can hear her. Pamela asks her how she can hear the angels. “How did you work that spell?”
“I don’t know,” Anna answers dreamily. “I just did.”
Pamela asks, “You’re father. What’s his name?”
“Richmond.”
“Alright, I want you to look further back. Just a couple of years back,” Pamela coaxes, and Anna tells her that she doesn’t want too. Pamela assures her that it’s okay. “Just one look, that’s all we need.”
Anna starts to get agitated. “No—”
“What’s your dad’s name? You’re real dad?”
Sam, Dean, and Ruby watch on as Anna starts to writhe in the bed. “No, no! NOOOO!” she screams, eyes still closed. “No! He’s gonna kill me!”
Suddenly the door slams shut, locking Ruby outside and sparks begin to fly from everywhere. Pamela keeps her voice calm, trying to calm Anna down. Sam and Dean duck the sparks, and Dean walks over to try and calm Anna down.
“Dean, don’t!” Pamela warns, but it’s too late. Under hypnosis, Anna is unusually strong, and flings Dean away. He lands on a chair, which breaks, landing him wincing on the floor. Sam helps him up as Pamela brings Anna back down and wakes her up.
“Anna?” Anna opens her eyes. “You alright?”
Anna sits up. “Thank you Pamela. That helps a lot. I remember now.”
“Remember what?” Sam asks, just as confused as Dean.
She looks at him. “Who I am.”
“I’ll bite,” Dean says, exasperated. “Who are you?”
After a moment, Anna finally answers, “I’m an angel.”
~*~*~
“Don’t be afraid,” Anna tells them all. “I’m not like the others.”
“I don’t find that very reassuring,” Ruby says dryly, and Pamela adds, “Neither do I.”
Anna asks if Castiel and Uriel were the ones that came after her. She knows them?
Dean: So what, they were like your bosses or something?
Anna: Try the other way around.
Dean: Look at you.
Pamela asks why there’s a death sentence on Anna’s head, and Anna explains that she “disobeyed. Which, for us, is about the worse thing you can do. I fell.”
Dean: Meaning?
Pamela: She fell to Earth, became human.
Sam: Wait a minute, I don’t understand. So angels can just…become human?
Annan explains that “it kind of hurts. Try cutting your kidney out with a butter knife.” She tells them that she ripped out her Grace and fell to earth. Pacing, Anna explains, “My mother, Amy, couldn’t get pregnant, always called me her little angel. She had no idea how right she was.”
“So, you just forgot you were God’s little Power Ranger?” Dean asks.
“The older I got, the longer I was human, yeah.”
“I don’t think you all appreciate how completely screwed we are,” Ruby interrupts.
“Ruby’s right,” Anna agrees. “Heaven wants me dead.”
“And Hell just wants her,” Ruby says. “A flesh and blood angel that you can question, torture. That bleeds.” She turns to Anna. “Sister? You’re the Stanley Cup. And sooner or later, Heaven or Hell? They’re gonna find you.”
Anna knows that, which is why she’s going to get it back. Her Grace that is.
“You can do that?”
“If I can find it.”
“So what?” Dean asks. “You’re just gonna take some divine bong hit and shizam, you’re Roma Downing?”
“Something like that.”
“Alright, I like this plan. So where’s this Grace of yours?”
She lost track. “I was falling about 10,000 mph at the time.”
“Wait,” Sam asks. “You mean like, falling. Literally. Like the way a human eye can see? Like a comet or a meteor?”
“Why do you ask?”
~*~*~
Sitting on the couch surrounded by research books and his computer, Sam tells Ruby that in March of ’85 a meteor was spotted in the sky over North-western Ohio. It was spotted nine months before Anna was born, and she was born in that part of Ohio.
Ruby stares at him. “You’re pretty buff for a nerd.”
Sam ignores her. “Look I think it was Anna.” He grabs another book. “And here, at the same time, another meteor over Kentucky.”
“And that’s her Grace?”
“Might be.”
“Alright, so that just narrows it down to an entire state,” Ruby says sarcastically. She gets up and Sam argues that it’s a start.
“Sam,” Ruby finally says, turning around. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For bringing you into this mess. If I had known, I would have kept my trap shut.”
“Yeah well,” Sam answers, setting the book down. “We’ll muddle through.”
She warns him that he does NOT want to get between these two armies. “It’s Godzilla and Mothra. If one side doesn’t get us, the other one will!”
“What do you want to do, dump Anna and run?” Sam asks sarcastically. When Ruby just looks at him, Sam says, “Forget it. Look, I know the angels freak you out.”
Sam gets up with his computer, and Ruby argues, “Forget about the angels, it’s Alastair I’m scared of!”
“Alastair?”
“You met him in the church, practically the Grand Inquisitor downstairs, Picasso with a razor?”
“And?”
“And, you should pull him out, throw him back into the pit. If you weren’t so out of shape—”
“Ruby—”
“No, you’re abilities,” she interrupts. “You’re gettin’ flabby.”
Sam glares at her. “Yeah? So how do I tone up?”
“You know how.” She steps up to him. “You know what you gotta do.”
Sam looks at her then swallows hard. “No, I’m not doin’ that anymore.”
“Sam—”
“I said no.”
“Well then you better pray that Anna gets her groove back,” Ruby warns. “Or we’re all dead.” She leaves.
~*~*~
Anna leans against the hood of a car, staring up at the starry night sky. Dean drives up in The Impala and joins her.
“Pamela get home okay?” Anna asks.
“Yeah, she said she was sorry, but after the last time, she uh…this is just a little too rich for her blood.”
“I don’t blame her,” Anna answers, still staring ahead. “You guys should do the same.”
“Well we’re not that smart,” Dean answers. He stares at her a moment, then asks, “Can I ask you something?” He goes around to lean on the car next to her. “What do they want me for? Why did they save me?”
“I’m sorry. The angels aren’t talking about it. And it was after I fell.”
Okay then. Dean thinks a second, then says, “Here’s another question. Why would you fall? Why would you want to be one of us?”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I don’t?” Clearly he does. “A bunch of miserable bastards, I mean eating, crapping, confused, afraid.”
“I know, there’s loyalty, forgiveness, love?”
“Pain?”
“Chocolate cake?”
“Guilt?”
“Sex.”
Dean pauses. “Yeah you got me there.”
Anna smiles sadly. “I mean it. Every emotion Dean, even the bad ones. It’s why I fell. Why...why I’d give anything not to have to go back…Anything.”
“Feelings are overrated if you ask me,” he tells her.
“Beats being an angel.”
“How is that possible? You guys are powerful, you’re perfect. You don’t doubt yourselves, or God, or anything!”
“Perfect,” she spats the word. “Like a marble statue. Cold, no choice. Only obedience. Dean, do you know how many angels have actually seen God? Seen his face?”
He shrugs. “All of you?”
“Four angels. Four,” she reiterates. “And I’m not one of them.”
“That’s it?” Dean is underwhelmed. “Well then how do you even know that there is a God?”
“We have to take it on faith,” she answers. “Which, we’re killed if we don’t have.”
“Huh.”
“I was stationed on Earth 2,000 years. Just watching. Silent. Invisible. Out in the world, sick for home, waiting for orders from an unknowable father I can’t begin to understand, so tell me that—” Dean starts to laugh and she stops. “What is so funny?”
He shakes his head ruefully. “Nothing, sorry, it’s…” Seriously, he tells her, “I can’t relate.”
“Hey,” Sam appears.
“You find something?”
“I think so.”
Back inside of Bobby’s house, Sam points to a spot on the map and tells him he found a great oak tree that that suddenly appeared full-grown in six months back in 1985. “It looks a century old at least.”
“Anna,” Dean asks. “What do you think?”
“The Grace. Where it hit, it could have done something like that.”
Dean: So Grace ground zero, it’s not destruction, it’s—
Anna: Pure creation.
Sam and Dean and Ruby all look at each other.
~*~*~
Dean’s driving. Sam’s in the passenger side, and Anna and Ruby are in the back of The Impala. It’s night.
Dean glances in his rearview mirror and chuckles.
Ruby: What?
Dean: Nothing, it’s just, an angel and a demon riding in the backseat. It’s like the setup to a bad joke. Or a Penthouse Forum letter.
Both girls roll their eyes.
Sam: Dude. Reality. Porn.
Dean: You call this reality?
~*~*~
They arrive at the great oak in the morning. Everyone gets out of the car to stare at the sunlight filtering through the leaves of the giant tree.
Dean: It’s beautiful.
Anna: It’s wear the Grace touched down. I can feel it.
Sam and Dean exchange a look and Dean asks her if she’s ready to do this.
“Not really.”
They all head over to the huge tree and Sam asks what they’re even looking for.
Anna places her hand on the tree for a moment, then answers, “It doesn’t matter. It’s not here. Not anymore. Someone took it.”
Great.
~*~*~
It’s night again, and everyone’s holed up in an abandoned barn. Dean points out that they still have the hex bags, he thinks they should head back to the panic room.
“What, forever?” Ruby asks sarcastically.
“I’m just thinking out loud!”
“Oh you call that thinking?”
“Hey, hey, hey, hey” Sam calls out, interrupting the argument. “Stop it.”
He joins them in the room where Ruby continues to argue that, “Anna’s grace is gone, you understand? She can’t angel up, she can’t protect us. We can’t fight Heaven and Hell! One side, maybe, but not both, not at—”
“Um, guys?” Anna interrupts, speaking for the first time. “The angels are talking again.”
“What are they saying?” Sam asks.
“It’s weird. Like a recording, a loop.” She listens, a far-off look on her face. “It says…’Dean Winchester gives us Anna by midnight or…”
Anna hesitates and Dean asks, “Or what?”
She looks at him. “Or ‘we hurl him back to damnation.’”
Dean’s eyes widen and he looks at his brother and back to Anna. That’s not good! Sam asks Anna if she knows of any weapon that works on an angel, and she tells them that there’s nothing that they can get to. “Not right now.”
“Look, wait, wait, wait,” Dean interrupts. “I say we call Bobby, get him back from hedonism—”
Angry, Sam argues, “Dean what’s he gonna tell us that we don’t already know?”
“I don’t know! But we gotta think of something.”
~*~*~
Outside, Dean hovers over a book sitting on the hood of The Impala. Anna comes out and he asks her if she’s holding up okay.
“Trying. A little scared I guess.” Dean continues to study the book, and Anna finally says, “So, uh, Dean?” He looks up. “I just wanted to thank you…”
“For what?”
“Everything. You guys, you didn’t have to help me.”
“Let’s can the thanks for trying speech, huh?” He grins. “Participation trophies suck ass.”
Anna doesn’t laugh. “I don’t know, maybe I don’t deserve to be saved.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Dean says, still trying to lighten the mood.
“I disobeyed,” Anna says, still serious. “Lucifer disobeyed. It’s our murder one, and I knew it. Maybe I gotta pay.”
“Yeah well,” Dean shrugs it off. “We’ve all done things we gotta pay for.”
Anna sits down on the car in front of him. “I gotta tell you something.” Dean glances back towards the house as Anna adds, “And you’re not gonna like it.”
“Okay, what?”
“About a week ago, I heard the angels talking. About you…what you did in Hell. Dean,” she says gently. “I know.”
Dean shuffles uncomfortably, totally confused when Anna suddenly cups his face with her hand.
“Dean,” she tells him softly. “It wasn’t your fault. You should forgive yourself
“Anna I don’t wanna, uh, wanna…uh. I don’t wanna…” Dean swallows hard, staring at the ground. Clearly bothered by this, he finally looks at her and tells her, “I can’t talk about that.”
She drops her hand. “I know. But when you can? You have people that want to help. You’re not alone, that’s all I’m trying to say.”
She stands up slowly, and Dean stares at her, not quite sure what’s happening her. Anna kisses him.
“What was that for?”
“Our last night on Earth.” Anna rolls her eyes. “All that.”
Dean thinks about this a moment. “You’re stealin’ my best line.” Well okay then. He kisses her.
Dean takes Anna into the sacred backseat of The Impala…
~*~*~
Sam’s fallen asleep on the research books on the table. Ruby watches him sleep a second, then walks out.
~*~*~
Outside, Ruby lights a hex bag on fire and drops it to the ground. She looks around nervously, then, “Hello Ruby.”
She swings around. “Hello Alastair.”
He tells her he’s surprised to see her there out in the open like this. Yeah, well, “desperate times.”
The hex bag continues to burn a blue fame between them as Alastair holds up her knife. “You looking for this? Your gawky human friend gave it to me.”
“Keep it,” she tells him. “I just came to talk.”
“About what?” He lowers the knife. “About how a demon is protecting an angel? We really must revoke your membership.”
“Look I know I’m not employee of the month, but this?” Ruby asks. “I never wanted to get in the middle of this.”
“Why are you here, Ruby?”
“I’ll give you the angel.”
“Will you?” He’s not convinced. “And in return?”
“I walk away. And the Winchester boys, both of them. This angel business? It’s none of our business.”
“Hmm…” He tells her he’s always heard she was a “devious cowardly little slut.” He walks by her, sneering. “You don’t disappoint.”
She turns around to face him. “So what do you say?”
“It’s interesting. Prudent.” He turns back around, and suddenly two more demons appear and grab Ruby. Alastair holds up the knife. “But uh, let me make you—” he runs the edge of the knife carefully across her cheek. “A counter offer.”
~*~*~
Dean enters the barn alone, then stops.
“Look at that,” Uriel says, amused. “So cute when monkeys wear clothes.”
Dean looks around, then says, “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”
“It’s the only way we could check,” Uriel answers. “Since your hiding like cowards.”
“Don’t normally see you off your leash,” Dean counters. “Where’s your boss?”
“Castiel?” Uriel glances up at the ceiling, a smug look on his face. “Well he’s uh, he’s not here. See, he has this weakness. He likes you.” Dean just stares back and Uriel warns, “Time’s up, boy. We want the girl.”
“Would try that if I were you,” Dean answers. “See, she got her Grace back. Full-blown angel now.”
“That’d be a neat trick,” Uriel tells him, reaching for the necklace around his neck. He pulls out a glowing crystal vial. “Considering I have her Grace right here. Can’t let Hell get their hooks into it.”
Dean looks at the swirling Grace and asks, “Well then why don’t you just give her back her angel juice.”
Uriel tucks the necklace away. “She committed a serious crime.”
“What, thinking for herself?”
“This is our business, not yours. She’s not even human, not technically.”
“Well I guess I just like being a pain in the pooper,” Dean cuts back.
“Naw…” Uriel grins. “There’s more.” He walks towards Dean, studying him a moment, then laughs. “You cut yourself a slice of angel food cake, didn’t you, huh?” Dean doesn’t answer, and Uriel laughs again. “You did.”
Dean glares at him. “What do you care? You’re junkless down there, right? Like a Ken doll?”
Uriel gives a mocking laugh, gesturing ‘oh I’m really scared’ then tells Dean, “Well. It’s your last chance.” He turns back around to look at Dean. “Give us the girl or—”
“Or what?” Dean interrupts angrily. “What, you gonna toss me back in the hole? You’re bluffing.”
Uriel’s amusement disappears. “Try me.” They stare at each other a moment, and Uriel tells him, “It’s a whole lot bigger than the plans we got for you, Dean. You can be replaced.”
Dean nods, thinking about this a moment. Finally he tells Uriel, “What the hell, go ahead and do it.”
Uriel nods and steps up to him. “You’re just crazy enough to go, aren’t you?”
“What can I say? I don’t break easy.”
“Oh yes.” Uriel smirks, and starts to walk around Dean. “You do,” he says in Dean’s ear. “You just gotta know where to apply the right pressure…”
~*~*~
Screams come from behind a very grungy door next to two equally grungy broken toilets.
Inside, Ruby, tied down and gagged, is being tortured, cut with her own knife.
“You know the problem with your generation?” Alastair asks, taking another go at her. “Instant gratification, it’s all now, now, now. No patience, no craftsmanship.” Ruby continues to grunt and groan breathlessly, having to breathe through her nose since her mouth is covered. Blood drips down the metal torture board she’s tied to.
“But I must say,” Alastair says, holding up the knife. “This knife of yours? Is an exquisite piece. You must tell me where you found it.” Ruby continues to struggle and Alastair ignores her. “You know, I haven’t been up here since…” He thinks. “Oh, ’43.” He starts cutting again. Ruby has to scream through her nose. “Truth is I loathe it. It’s chilly. No stink of blood, or sizzle of flesh, or the wet flap of flayed skin, I don’t know how you stand it.”
He walks around the warped looking dentist’s chair, knife held up. “So the sooner you cooperate, the sooner I can finish up with this ghastly angel business and return home to my studies.”
He shrugs. “But no rush, let’s take our time.” He hovers over her, an evil grin on his face. “Relish the moment.”
“Now,” he tells her. “I’m going to remove this, but don’t you go smoking out of that meat. You won’t get very far.” He removes the rubber covering her mouth, and Ruby gasps for air.
“Now you tell me where that angel is.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. I tell you, you kill me,” she answers. “But I’ll show you.”
~*~*~
Dean sits on a small hay bale, taking a drink, as Sam paces.
“I don’t know man, where’s Ruby?”
“Hey she’s your Hell buddy,” Dean answers, taking another drink.
Sam turns around as Anna joins them, glancing at the flask in Dean’s hand. “Little early for that isn’t it?”
“It’s 2 AM somewhere.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah of course.”
Suddenly the doors bust open and Castiel and Uriel walk in. The doors slam shut behind them and Sam and Dean stand up to protect Anna.
Castiel stares at her. “Hello Anna. Good to see you.”
“How?” Sam asks. “How’d you find us?”
Nobody answers. Castiel turns his gaze on Dean and Sam looks at his brother in shock. Dean glances at the floor, troubled, and Anna turns to him. Castiel lowers his gaze.
“Dean?” Sam asks, hoping it’s not true.
Dean looks at Anna, and in barely a whisper tells her, “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” Sam asks.
Anna answers instead. “Because…they gave him a choice. They either kill me, or kill you.”
Sam glances at Castiel, who’s still staring at the ground.
“I know how their minds work,” Anna says harshly, staring at him. Castiel looks up at her and this time she lowers her gaze.
Anna takes Dean’s arm, kissing him. “You did the best you could. I forgive you.”
Castiel watches this, obviously troubled by this whole situation.
Anna takes a step forward. “Okay. No more tricks. No more running…I’m ready.”
“I’m sorry,” Castiel tells her.
Anna shakes her head. “No, you’re not. Not really. You don’t know the feeling.”
“Still, we have a history,” Castiel says softly. “It’s just—”
“Orders are orders, I know,” she interrupts. “Just make it quick.”
Dean closes his eyes and Sam swallows hard.
“Don’t you touch a hair that poor girl’s head.” Alastair and his two demon buddies show up on the other side of Sam, Dean, and Anna, and they swing around to watch them put a bloody Ruby down on the floor.
The Angels and Demons stare at each other. The showdown has begun.
Sam, Dean, and Anna step out of the middle of the room, as Uriel steps up. “How dare you come in this room, you pusing sore.”
Ruby frantically scoots out of the way too as Alastair answers, “Name calling. That hurt my feelings, you sanctimonious fanatical prick.”
“Turn around and walk away now,” Castiel warns, gone is his usual gentle demeanor.
“Sure. Just give us the girl. We’ll make sure she gets punished good and proper.”
“You know who we are and what we will do,” Castiel says, stepping up next to Uriel. “I won’t say it again. Leave. Now. Or we lay you to waste.”
“I think I’ll take my chances.”
Sam, Dean, Anna, and Ruby all watch as the tension in the room builds to an unbearable level. Uriel glances at one of the demons. He’s had enough.
The fight breaks out. Uriel slams one of the demons into a wooden support beam, snapping it in two. The other demon lunges at him and he punches him away, necklace swinging free.
Castiel punches Alastair three times, then places his hand on his head, getting ready to exorcise him. Sam and Dean can only watch as Alastair tells Castiel, “Sorry kiddo, why don’t you go run to daddy!” He shoves Castiel off, and with renewed strength, knocks him back on the floor.
On the other side of the room, Uriel smites the first demon. White light shines out of his eyes and mouth and then the demon falls to the floor, dead.
Alastair has Castiel by the throat, chanting.
Suddenly Dean smacks him with a crowbar and Castiel falls free. Alastair gets up, annoyed. “Dean, Dean, Dean. I am SO disappointed. YOU had so much promise!” He lifts his hand and both Sam and Dean start to choke, falling to the floor.
Uriel finishes with the other demon, and Anna suddenly grabs his necklace off his neck.
“No!”
Too late. She smashes the vial on the floor, breaking free her Grace. Crystalline blue-white light begins to swirl around her, finding its way to her mouth. Everyone watches as Anna falls to the floor, then starts to writhe.
“Shut your eyes!” she gasps, struggling to her feet. “Shut your eyes!” Sam, Dean, and Ruby cover their eyes as white light starts to grow from within her.
Alastair looks up as Anna yells, “SHUT YOUR EYES!” The light is overpowering, consuming her fully. She shouts as it fills her entire body, shooting out of her eyes and mouth. Pure white light consumes every inch of the barn and Castiel watches as Anna explodes in a white burst of angel light.
The energy slams into Alastair, destroying him completely almost as an afterthought. Alastair disappears in a second as the light continues to build, then disappears in a swirl of wind.
Silence.
Castiel gets up and Sam, Dean, and Ruby struggle to their feet. It is light outside.
Dean leans down and picks up Ruby’s knife. Sam, Castiel, and Uriel join him.
“Well what are you guys waitin’ for?” Dean asks the angels. “Why don’t you go get Anna?” He turns to Uriel. “Unless, of course, you’re scared.”
“This isn’t over,” Uriel warns angrily, starting for Dean.
Castiel stops him, with a hand to his shoulder, and Uriel steps him back.
“Well it’s over to me, junkless,” Dena tells Uriel.
Dean and Castiel share a look, and then with the sudden flutter of wings, the angels disappear.
Dean glances around the barn as Sam rubs his head and Ruby joins them.
Sam: You okay?
Ruby: Not so much.
Dean: What took you so long to get here?
Ruby: Well sorry I’m late with the demon delivery, I was only being tortured.
Dean turns to his brother. “I gotta hand it to you, Sammy. Bringin’ ‘em all together, all at once? Angels and Demons? It’s a damn good plan.”
“Yeah well— ” Sam glances at Ruby, “—when you got Godzilla and Mothra on your ass, best to get out of the way and let ‘em fight.”
Dean: Yeah now you’re just bragging.
Sam: So I guess she’s some big-time angel now, huh?
Dean nods, thinking about it.
Sam: She must be happy, wherever she is.
Dean glances at Ruby who’s staring at him. “I doubt it.”
~*~*~
Sam and Dean are sitting and leaning against the front of The Impala, sharing a beer after that crazy day.
Dean: I can’t believe we made it out of there.
Sam: Again.
They clink beer bottles sullenly. Dean hesitates a moment, then tells his brother, “I know you heard him.”
Sam looks up. “Who?”
“Alistair…what he said…About how I had promise.”
“I heard him.”
“You’re not curious?”
“Dean I’m damn curious, but you’re not talkin’ about Hell and I’m not pushing.”
Sam studies his brother for a second then glances down at his beer bottle. Dean takes another drink, then, still not looking at Sam, finally says, “It wasn’t four months you know.”
Sam looks at him, confused. “What?”
“It was four months up hear but down there…”Dean hesitates a moment. “I don’t know, time’s different…It was more like 40 years.” Sam swallows hard. He has no idea what to say to this, and Dean continues, “They uh…they sliced and—carved…and tore at me in ways that you—“ Dean stops. He’s having a hard time explaining this, but manages, “Until there was nothing left.”
Sam can only listen. This is as hard for him to hear as it is for Dean to tell.
“And then suddenly, I would be whole again. Like magic…So they could start in all over.” Sam fights back tears as Dean continues, “And Alastair, at the end of every day, every one, he would come over, and he would make me an offer…To take me off the rack…If I put souls on…If I started the torture.”
Dean manages a humorless smile. “And every day I’d tell him to stick it where the sun shines.”
“For 30 years I told him…” Dean’s voice finally falters as he fights back tears, the memories starting to break him. “But then I couldn’t do it anymore Sammy…I couldn’t…And I got off that rack. God help me I got right off it. And I started ripping ‘em apart…”
“I lost count of how many souls…” A tear slides down Dean’s cheek. “The—“ Heartbroken and tortured by the memories, Dean takes a moment, then continues, “The things that I did to them…”
“Dean—” Sam clears this throat, pinching the bridge of his nose against his own tears. “Dean look, you held out for 30 years, that’s longer than anyone would have.”
Dean can’t look at his brother as tears continue to stream down his face. It takes a long time before he can even say, “How I feel? This?” Angry tears continue to fall as Dean explains, “Inside me? I wish I couldn’t feel anything Sammy,” his voice breaks on his little brother’s name and Dean cries, “I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing.”
Sam knows there is absolutely nothing he can say that will make Dean feel better. They sit in silence on the hood of The Impala…
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Argh! What's a guy gotta do to get a hug around here?
That is one sad ending. But kudos to Jensen for some amazing acting. When those two cry, it's heartbreaking! Great episode though, as usual. 
I'm so glad Castiel didn't die. I really like his character and Misha Collins does a great job playing him. I also really liked the idea that where Grace hit, instead of destruction it's pure creation. Very cool. Sadly we'll have no more episodes until January, but it sounds like there's a hilarious after-school special episode that we have to look forward to!
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i really like what you've written. this makes me want to go watch the episode now. i cried with dean the first time i watched it. thankyou for putting this up. /o.o\
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