Supernatural: Lucifer Rising (full recap)
September 8th 2009 19:44
St. Mary’s Convent, Ilchester, Maryland 1972
A slight breeze flickers through candles then down a dark hallway. A priest pauses in putting out candles to turn and—Whooosh! The black smoke fills him.
“Our Father who art in…Heaven,” he begins half-heartedly, standing in front of a room full of nuns. “Hallowed be thy name. They kingdom come, blah blah blah—“ the nuns frown. “Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil.” he finishes with a smirk, turning to face them. “Truer words were never spoken my sisters.”
Stepping down from the altar, he continues, “But sometimes it as if it’s difficult to know the Creator. And sometimes I feel, in a very literal sense, that I have been wandering the desert for years looking for our Father.” He pauses to lock the door, smiles, then turns back to face them.
“Well, not OUR Father. My father.” He begins walking back up the aisle. “See, he’s in jail. Your dad put him there.”
By now the sisters are giving him a very confused look. What is he talking about?
“I almost gave up hope, but ye of little faith, because I finally found him. Or at least, you know, the spot where his cage door opens.” He ruminates on the irony that it’s in a convent (“Life is funny.”), and when a nun politely tries to interrupt him, he horrifies them all by shouting, “Shut your freakin’ pie hole you little slut!”
He smiles broadly as the sisters just stare at him. This is no priest, that’s for sure.
Walking back up to the altar, he turns to face them, happily continuing, “Then again, I suppose it makes sense. Folks forget my daddy is an angel after all, or was.” He continues on, insulting them, and a tear slides down the face of the sister he insulted. She knows all too well who this is.
The demon jokes about someone deciding to “build me a nun factory” right here in this place, and laughs. “You know, It’s the right idea. Wrong angel.”
He turns to face the cross at the front of the room, pulling out a knife. His eyes flash yellow. Looks like we found out what Azazel was doing back in the 70s.
“So uh,” Azazel says with a smirk, looking down at the knife. “If any of you gals are the prayin’ type. Now would be a good time to start.”
Screams fill the hallway of the convent as stone angel watches silently by, hands clasped, eyes closed…
~*~*~
Old Farm House in the middle of nowhere
Sam sits on the hood of a car, staring out at the bleak landscape, silent.
“Sam?” Ruby asks, coming up behind him. “Your head in the game here?”
“I’m good, let’s go.”
“You okay?”
He finally turns to look at her, simply answering, “I just said I was.”
“Look,” Ruby answers. “I know handholding really isn’t my thing? But still, Dean was wrong saying what he said to you.”
“No, he was right to say it,” Sam answers, shaking his head. “I mean, I don’t blame him after what I did.”
“Well after we’re done, you guys will patch things up, I mean you always do—“
“You’re talkin’ like I got an after,” Sam interrupts.
“Don’t say that.”
“I can feel it inside me, Ruby,” Sam says, unable to deny it anymore. “I’ve changed. For good…There’s no goin’ back now.”
“Sam—“
“Look, I know what I gotta do. I’m just sayin’…Dean’s better off as far away from me as possible…Anyways,” he says, suddenly changing the subject and heading for the car door. “It doesn’t matter, let’s just get this done with.”
They get into the car.
~*~*~
“Dean?”
Dean continues to stare wordlessly out the window.
“Dean?” Bobby tries again.
Nothing.
“You listen to a word I said?”
“Yeah I heard you,” Dean finally answers, not looking at Bobby. “I’m not callin’ him.”
“Don’t make me get my gun, boy,” Bobby warns, and Dean finally turns to look at him, arguing that they are “Damn near kick-off for Armageddon, don’t you think we’ve got bigger fish at the moment?”
Bobby tells him that he knows how furious he is, and that he isn’t going to make apologies for what Sam’s done, “But he’s your—“
“Blood?” Dean interrupts. “He’s my blood, is that what you were going to say?”
“He’s your brother,” Bobby answers pointedly. “And he’s drowning.”
“Bobby, I tried to help him, I did,” Dean answers wearily. “Look what happened.”
“So try again.”
“It’s too late,” Den says, heading for the door, but Bobby will have none of it.
“There’s no such thing.”
“No, dammit!” Dean interrupts, pain written all over his face. Lowering his voice, he shakes his head. “No. We’ve gotta face the facts.” Looking Bobby in the eye, he argues, “Sam never WANTED part of this family. He hated this life growin’ up, ran away to Stanford first chance he got. Now it’s like déjà vu all over again.” Sitting down, Dean adds, “Well, I am sick and tired of chasing after him. Screw him, he can do what he wants.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Yes I do Bobby. Sam’s gone. He’s gone.” Dean stares into space, absently adding, “I’m not even sure if he’s still my brother anymore.” He looks down at his hands. “If he ever was...”
Bobby turns his back on Dean for a moment, clearly bothered by this, then sudden violently shoves everything off the desk in front of him, shouting, “You stupid STUPID sonofabitch! Well, BOO-HOO I am SO sorry you’re feelings are hurt PRINCESS!”
Dean jumps up, alarmed at Bobby’s sudden outburst, but Bobby’s on a roll.
“Are you under the impression that family’s supposed to make you feel GOOD?” Bobby asks sarcastically. “Make you an apple pie maybe? THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO MAKE YOU MISERABLE! THAT’S WHY THEY’RE FAMLIY!”
“I told him, ‘you walk out that door, don’t come back,’ and he walked out anyway,” Dean argues, now angry. “That was HIS choice!”
“You sound like a whiny brat.”
Fed up with the chewing out, Dean doesn’t answer, instead just stepping around Bobby.
“No,” Bobby corrects. “You sound like your dad. But let me tell you something, your dad was a coward.”
That hits home. Dean turns to face him, jaw rigid. “My dad was a lot of things, Bobby, but a coward?”
“He’d rather push Sam away than reach out to him,” Bobby answers. “Well that don’t strike me as brave.” He pauses a second while Dean continues to stare him down, then adds, “You, are a better man than your daddy ever was.”
Dean rolls his eyes, clearly not believing it, then gives Bobby a confused look.
“So you do both of us a favor,” Bobby says in almost a whisper. “Don’t be him.”
Dean turns back to the window, thinking. When he turns back around, he stops dead in his tracks, eyes widening. He’s no longer in Bobby’s house.
He steps into the ornate room, looking around, completely confused. A figure appears behind him.
“Hello Dean.”
Dean turns to find Castiel standing there.
“It’s almost time.”
~*~*~
“We’re gonna take you to the nursery, sugar,” a nurse says to a newborn baby, rolling him out of his parents room. “Let mommy and daddy get some sleep. He’s a beautiful child.” She rolls the baby out into the hospital hallway, grinning and adding, “Absolutely scrumptious.”
She rolls the sleeping baby down the hall, quietly singing, “Patty-cake, patty-cake, baker’s man…” She pushes open a door and rolls the baby into an off-limits part of the hospital. “Bake me a cake as fast as you can. Pat it and roll it and mark it with a B,” she continues, her eyes going black. “And put it in the oven—“
BAM! She’s thrown against the wall by an unseen force.
Sam steps up in front of her, Ruby behind him.
“So, we need to talk.”
~*~*~
Back in the gilded room, Dean checks out the marble table, the gold-framed paintings on the wall. When he glances back at the table, it is now full of sandwiches and beer.
He takes one of the bottles out of the ice and Zachariah appears behind him.
“Hello Dean,” he says politely, Cas behind him. “You’re looking fit.”
Dean puts the bottle back into the ice. “Well how ‘bout this, The Sweet Life of Zach and Cas.” When Zachariah doesn’t answer, Dean starts to explain, “It’s a—never mind.” He decides to get down to business, asking Zachariah where they are, and the angel tells him, “Call it a Green Room. We’re closing in on the grand finale here. Want to keep you safe for showtime.”
“Try a burger,” Zachariah says, picking up one of the individually wrapped sandwiches off the silver platter and offering it to Dean. “They’re your favorite. From that sea-side shack in Delaware? You were eleven I think.”
Dean glances at the sandwich, but answers, “I’m not hungry.”
“No?” Zachariah puts the sandwich back then tries another tactic. “How about Ginger from season two of Gilligan’s Island? You do have a thing for her, don’t you?”
Dean considers this a moment. “Tempting, weird—“
“We’ll throw in Mary Anne for free.”
That’s another no. Dean just wants to know what the game plan is here, but Zachariah just tells him to let them worry about that. “We want you focused, relaxed.”
“Well I’m about to be pissed and leaving,” Dean answers easily. “So start talking, chuckles.”
Zachariah’s polite smile disappears and he sighs, walking around Dean and answering, “All of the seals have fallen. Except one.”
“That’s an impressive score,” Dean answers, Cas still standing silently behind him. “That’s, that’s right up there with the Washington Generals.”
“You think sarcasm is appropriate do you? Considering--” Zachariah turns to face him. “You started all this?”
Dean doesn’t answer. That one hit a little too close to home.
“But the final seal,” Zachariah says, walking over to give Dean a pat on the shoulder, “It’ll be different.”
“Why?” Dean asks, turning to face him.
“Lilith has to break it. She’s the only one who can,” he answers, joining Cas. “Tomorrow night at midnight.”
“Where?”
“We’re working on it.”
“Well work harder”
“We’ll do our job, you just make sure you do yours.”
Annoyed, Dean asks, “And what is that exactly? If I’m supposed to be the one who stops her, how? With the knife?”
“All in good time.”
“Isn’t now a good time?”
“Have faith.”
“What, in you?” Dean answers sarcastically. “Give me one good reason why I should.”
“Because you swore your obedience,” Zachariah answers, stepping towards him. Stopping right in front of Dean, he orders, “So obey.”
Dean stares Zachariah down a second, then glances back at Castiel. Cas won’t look at him.
~*~*~
Meanwhile, the demon in the nurse is lying on a dirty table in a rundown room with boarded up windows and a fireplace.
“What, no devil’s trap?” she asks Sam who stands next to her.
“I don’t need one.”
“Look at you,” she answers, amused. “All ‘roided up, it’s like A-rod and Madonna over here.”
Sam ignores her. “Where’s Lilith?”
“I’m not scared of you.”
“Yeah you are actually. And with good reason,” he answers, glaring at her.
“Look, what’s my upside?” she asks. “Okay, I tell you, you kill me, I don’t tell you, you still kill me. I get away somehow, Lilith will definitely kill me. So where’s my carrot?”
“I think what you should be worrying about,” Sam answers. “Is what happens before you die?”
He lifts his hand, and she begins to writhe on the table, screaming in pain. Ruby stands behind Sam, arms cross, watching.
~*~*~
Dean paces his angelic Green Room, tapping his phone in his hand. He pauses, stares down at it, then mumbles, “Screw it,” and flips it open. He speed-dials Sam and waits.
“It’s Sam. Leave me a message.” *beep*
“Hey, it’s-me,” Dean starts out a little rough. “Uh…” he clears his throat, pacing again. “Look, I’ll just get right to it. I’m still pissed and I owe you a serious beat-down, but…” he pauses by a painting, closing his eyes. “I shouldn’t have said what I said…You know, I’m not Dad.” Walking again, he adds, “We’re brothers, you know? We’re family…And uh, no matter how bad it gets, that doesn’t change.” He stops pacing. “Sammy, I’m sor—“
*beep*
The answering machine hangs up on him and Dean lowers the phone, staring down at it. After a moment, he turns back to the empty room. It’s still empty.
~*~*~
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAHHHH! Please!” the demon gasps, and Sam orders her to tell him where Lilith is.
“Fine,” she gasps. “Fine, just let me die!”
“Deal.”
Sam lowers his hand and she catches her breath, then answers, “Tomorrow night, midnight, she’s gonna be at a convent.” She tells him about the one in Maryland.
“A convent?”
“Lilith, she’s gonna break the final seal.”
“What is the final seal?”
“I don’t know.”
Sam lifts his hand and the demon screams in torture again, shouting, “I don’t know! I DON’T KNOW I SWEAR! Please, I’m begging you, please, kill me--”
“Fine.” Sam starts to put her out of her misery, but Ruby stops him.
“Wait, you can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because we gotta take her with us. The final run on the Death Star and you need more juice than I got.”
Sam looks from her to the demon, who gasps, “You promised!”
“Sorry sister,” Ruby answers for him. They argue at each other, in which Ruby just reminds her that you really just can’t trust anyone these days, and finally the demon answers, “Well, at least you won’t be able to crack me open that easy.”
“That so?” Ruby asks.
“Don’t forget. It’s not just me you’re bleeding,” the demon answers. She glances at Sam and adds, “In fact, I think I’m gonna take a little siesta in the subconscious? Hand over the wheel for a little bit.” She grins and lays back.
“What are you talking about?” Sam asks, confused.
“Cindy McKellan, RN,” the demon answers, shouting, “Come on down!”
She goes limp. When she wakes up again, the demon is gone. The innocent nurse turns to find Sam and Ruby standing next to her and begs for help.
“Great,” Ruby mutters, but Sam looks truly troubled by this. What’s he supposed to do now?
~*~*~
St. Mary’s Convent, Ilchester, Maryland 1972
Finished killing all the nuns, Azazel gets down on his knees in front of the alter, his white robes splattered with blood. He clasps his hands together and says, “I’m not exactly the praying type, but still, I made the sacrifice, I got you a bag full of nuns…So uh…can you hear me?” He stares up at the dead nun spread on the bloody alter asking, “Can you whisper through the door?”
A breeze sweeps through the room. Candles flicker. He grins.
Suddenly the nun on the alter gasps, and an eerie voice responds, “I hear you, son.”
Azazel replies that it’s “so good to hear your voice” and that, “I have been searching for you so long, you have no idea. The other’s have lost faith,” he continues. “But not me.”
“You’ve done well.”
“So uh, how do I bust you out?”
“Lilith.”
“Lilith?” he asks, confused. “Father, she’s trapped. Deep in the pit, it won’t be easy.”
“Lililth,” the eerie voice answers again. “Lilith can break the seals.”
“Yeah, okay,” Azazel whispers, then asks, “What do I do?”
“You must find the child…A very special child.”
Azazel’s eyes go yellow. “What do you mean? What child?”
~*~*~
Sam is sitting in front of his computer, looking at a newspaper article reading “The Bellows of St. Mry: St. Mry’s Abandoned after Priest disembowels 8 nuns”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He reads the headline to Ruby, who sarcastically answers, “What’s black and white and red all over?”
“That’s not funny,” Sam answers, continuing to read. “The priest said it wasn’t his fault. He said a demon made him do it and that he even remembered the demon’s name.”
“Yeah?” Ruby asked, bored.
“Azazel.”
This catches her attention. She turns away from the weapons she was wrapping up and goes to look at the computer. “Wow, so Lilith, Yellow Eyes, all the A-listers are paying visits. Certainly gives it joint credibility.”
“This is the place where the final seal goes down.”
“Well, it’s good enough for me.” She turns toward the unconscious woman, saying, “Let’s pack up Nurse Betty and hit the road.”
“Hey, maybe, uh—“ Sam says, getting up. “Um…”
“What?”
“Maybe we could find another demon,” Sam answers, looking at the unconscious woman.
Ruby glances at her then back, answering, “Sam no, that blubbery ‘don’t hurt me’ crap is just an act. She’s playing you.”
“I’m not so sure…”
Ruby reminds him that even if she’s not, there’s still a demon inside of her. “I mean, come on,” she adds. “It’s not like you haven’t done this before, right?”
Sam doesn’t answer, and Ruby heads out.
Outside, the real Cindy clings to Sam as they head down the stairs, trying to get him to believe that she’s just a nurse. “I have a husband named Matthew, okay?” she tries. “We’ve been married six years, he’s gonna be worried sick about me, and I don’t even-I don’t even know who you are I’m not gonna tell anybody anything, just please let me go—“
Sam ignores her, dragging her to the trunk. She starts to beg and scream as he puts her into it, slamming the door down on the screaming woman and breathing hard.
~*~*~
Dean walks calmly over to a little white statue of an angel and casually tips it over. It falls to the floor and shatters. He smirks down at it a second, then suddenly—
“You asked to see me.”
Dean turns to find Castiel standing behind him. He glances down at the broken angel like a little kid getting caught breaking his mother’s china, thinks a second, then clears his throat and answers, “Listen, I uh, I need something.”
“Anything you wish.”
“I need you take me to see Sam.”
“Why?”
“There’s something I gotta talk to him about.”
“What’s that?”
“The BM I took this morning, what’s it to you?” Dean answers sarcastically, taking a few steps towards Cas and adding, “Just make it snappy.”
“I don’t think that’s wise,” Cas answers, looking around the room.
“Well I didn’t ask you for your opinion.”
“Have you forgotten what happened the last time you met?” Cas asks.
“No,” Dean answers. “That’s the point.” When Cas doesn’t answer, he adds that he’s gonna do whatever they want, “Okay? I just need to tie up this one thing, five minutes, that’s all I need.”
“No.”
“What do you mean no?” Dean asks, studying the angel. “Are you saying that I’m trapped here?”
“You can go wherever you want.”
“Super, I want to go see Sam.”
“Except there.”
“I want to take a walk.”
“Fine, I’ll go with you.”
“Alone.”
“No,” Cas answers, a little bit more enthusiastically.
“You know what? Screw this,” Dean answers. “I’m outta here.”
He starts to walk away, and Cas turns, asking, “Through what door?”
Dean stops at the door, turns to give Cas a confused look, then turns back to find a wall and a candelabra where the door used to be. When he turns back, Cas is gone.
~*~*~
Ruby glances over at Sam, who is staring at his phone. He still hasn’t listened to Dean’s message. Cindy is still screaming and pounding in the trunk.
“What are you, a twelve-year-old girl?” Ruby asks. “Just play it already.”
“Mind your own business.”
“Let me out! Let me out!” Cindy bangs on the trunk and Sam leans back in his seat, closing his eyes.
“I wish she would just shut up.”
“Well that can be arranged.”
Sam glares at Ruby.
“I don’t get it,” she answers. “All the demons you cut with the knife? What do you think happens to the host? How is this any different?”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“I know that you’re having a tough time here Sam, but we’re in the final lap here. Now is NOT the time to grow a pesqueeter.”
“Would you drop the freakin’ attitude?” Sam says, more than a little annoyed. “I’m about to bleed and drink an innocent woman while she watches!”
“And save the world as a result!”
Sam just shakes his head, looking back the phone then at the dashboard. “I don’t know, I just…I’m starting to think…maybe Dean was right.”
“About what?”
“About everything,” Sam answers, glaring at her again. He falls silent, and Ruby asks, “We’re going to see this thing through, right Sam?”
He doesn’t answer, getting distracted by the sounds of Cindy’s cries from the trunk.
“Sam?” Ruby asks again.
He just stares out the window, watching the rain slide down the glass.
~*~*~
Dean throws his back into smashing up the wall with a gold something or other, only to look up and find the hole he’s made completely repaired. Well this isn’t good.
“Quit throwing feces like a howler monkey,” Zachariah says, suddenly appearing behind him.
Dean throws down the gold, which clangs against the ground as he turns to face Zachariah, who adds, “It’s unbecoming.”
“Let me out of here.”
“Like I told you, too dangerous out there, demons on the prowl.”
“I’ve been gettin’ my ass kicked all year,” Dean argues. “Now you’re sweatin’ my safety? You’re lyin’.” He glares at him. “I want to see my brother.”
“That’sssss…ill advised.”
“You know, I am so sick of your crap riddles and your smug fat face, what the hell is going on, huh? Why can’t I see Sam? And how am I gonna ice Lilith?”
“You’re not,” Zachariah finally answers. “Going to ice Lilith.”
This catches Dean off guard. He stares at him a second, then asks, “What?”
“Lilith is going to break the final seal,” Zachariah answers simply, reminding him that’s it pretty much complete by this point anyway. “Train’s left the station.”
Dean stares at him as he goes to sit down next to a mirror.
“But me and Sam, we can stop it.”
Zachariah gives him a smug smile, and Dean finally gets it.
“You don’t want to stop it, do you?”
“Nope, never did,” he answers with a grin. “The end is nigh, the Apocalypse is coming, kiddo. To a theater near you.”
“What was all that crap about savin’ seals?”
Zachariah shrugs. “Grunts on the ground, we couldn’t just tell them the truth, we’d have a full-scale rebellion on our hands. I mean, think about it, would we really let 65 seals get broken unless senior management wanted it that way?”
This is all a big blow to Dean, who’s still trying to let it all sink in as he asks, “But why?”
“Why not? The Apocalypse,” Zachariah says with a wave of his hand, admitting that it was “Bad marketing, puts people off, when all it is is Ali/Foreman—on a slightly larger scale—and we like our chances.”
Dean can’t believe what he’s hearing. He glances at a painting of angels and demons fighting, as Zachariah continues, “And we like our chances. When our side wins, and we will, it’s paradise on earth. What’s not to like about that?”
Dean turns back to look at him, appalled. “What happens to all the people during your little pissing contest?”
“Well,” Zachariah says, standing up to fix his suit. “Can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. This case, truckloads of eggs, but you get the picture.” He finishes with the button of his suit jacket and smiles, walking towards Dean. “It happens. This isn’t the first planetary enema we’ve delivered.”
Dean glances over at another statue, and Zachariah says, “Uh no, Dean, you probably shouldn’t try to bash my skull in with that thing. Wouldn’t end up too pleasant for you.” He smiles again as Dean continues to glare at him.
Dean takes in a breath and asks, “What about Sam? He won’t go quietly, he’ll stop Lilith.”
“Sam,” Zachariah answers, almost a sigh. “Has a part to play. Very important part. He may need a little…nudging in the right part, but I’ll make sure plays.”
“What does that mean?” Dean asks, suddenly alarmed. “What are you gonna do to him?”
“Sam, Sam, Sam,” Zachariah mocks. “Marsha, Marsha, Marsha, forget about him, will you?” He sets his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You have larger concerns. Why do you think I’m confiding in you? You’re still *vital* Dean, we weren’t lying about your destiny. Just…omitted a few pertinent details. But nothing’s change, you ARE chosen. You will stop it. Just, not Lilith or the Apocalypse, that’s all.”
“Which means?”
Zachariah turns to another painting. “Lucifer.”
Dean turns to look at it.
“You’re going to stop Lucifer,” Zachariah answers. “You’re our own little Russell Crowe, complete with surely attitude. And when it’s over, and when you’ve won, your rewards will be unimaginable. Peace, happiness—“ he slaps Dean’s shoulder, joking, “Two virgins and 70 sluts.”
Dean can only stare at him as he turns to leave.
“Trust me,” Zachariah says, amused. “One day we’ll look back on this and laugh.”
“Tell me something,” Dean calls out and Zachariah stops. “Where’s God in all this?”
“God?” Zachariah answers. “God has left the building.” With that, so does Zachariah.
Dean turns back to look at the pictures of the slaying of the devil.
~*~*~
A night guard sweeps his flashlight over the hallways of St. Mary’s. Suddenly Lilith appears behind him. “Howdy.”
He swings around, startled at first, then lowers his flashlight, clicking it off. “Lady, this is private property, you’re not supposed to be here.”
“But I’m here for mass,” she answers sweetly. She grins evilly at him. “And so are you.”
The guard is grabbed from behind as Lilith’s eyes turn white.
~*~*~
Dean is trying his cell phone again when Castiel appears behind him. “You can’t reach him, Dean. You’re outside your coverage zone.”
Dean doesn’t turn to look at him, asking a raw, “What are you gonna do to Sam?”
“Nothing,” Castiel answers, walking over. “He’s gonna do it to himself.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” When Cas doesn’t answer, Dean says, “Oh right, right. Gotta toe the company line.” He stops right in front of the angel, looking him straight in the eye. “Why are you here, Cas?”
“We’ve been though much together, you and I,” Cas answers. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry it ended like this.”
“Sorry,” Dean answers, sarcastically, suddenly punching him in the jaw. It doesn’t phase Cas, but with Dean’s back to the angel, he flexes his hand. Ow!
Taking a moment to flex his hand, Dean answers, “It’s Armageddon Cas, you need a bigger word than ‘sorry’.”
“Try to understand, this is long foretold. This is your—“
“Destiny?” Dean interrupts. “Don’t give me that holy crap. Destiny, God’s plan, it’s all a bunch of lies!” He argues that it’s just a way “for you bosses to keep you and keep you in line!” Angry at the injustice of it all, Dean continues, “You know what’s real? People. *Families*. That’s real. And you’re gonna watch ‘em all burn?”
“What is so worth saving?” Cas asks, stepping towards him. “I see *nothing* but pain here. I see inside you, I see your guilt, your anger, confusion. In paradise, all is forgiven. You’ll be at peace. Even with Sam.”
After a long moment, Dean answers, “You can take your peace and shove it up your lily white ass. Because I’ll take the pain, and the guilt, I’ll even take Sam as-is. It’s a lot better than bein’ some Stepford bitch in paradise! This is simple Cas,” he argues, getting even more angry as the angel turns away. “No more crap about bein’ a good soldier. There is a right and there is a wrong here and you know it. Look at me!” He pulls Cas around to look him in the eye. “You *know* it!”
“Now you were gonna help me once, weren’t you?” Dean asks, lowering his voice. Cas looks away again. “You were gonna warn me about all this before they dragged you back to Bible camp. Help me, now, *please*,” Dean finishes.
He waits for an answer, and finally Cas asks, “What would you have me do?”
“Get me to Sam, we can stop this before it’s too late.”
“I do that, we will all be hunted. We’ll all be killed.”
“If there is anything worth dying for,” Dean answers, deadly serious. “This is it.”
Cas shakes his head, lowering his gaze.
Furious, Dean mutters, “You spineless, soulless SOB. What do you care about dying, you’re already dead.” He walks off. “We’re done.”
“Dean…”
“We’re done.”
Cas is gone by the time Dean looks back.
~*~*~
“Sam it’s time, are we doing this or not?”
“Give me a minute to think.”
“Sam—“
“Give me a damn minute, Ruby!”
“Better think fast,” she mumbles, fingering the knife in her hand.
Sam pulls out his cell phone and dials his voicemail.
“Listen to me you blood sucking freak,” Dean’s voice comes back. “Dad always said I’d either have to save you or kill you. Well, I’m giving you fair warning. I’m done trying to save you. You’re a monster Sam, a vampire. You’re not you anymore, and there’s no goin’ back.”
Thinking that really is his brother, Sam hangs up, then slowly turns to look at Ruby. “Do it.”
Ruby heads for the trunk. Sam looks away as Cindy starts to scream.
~*~*~
Dean is pacing again. He stops to glare at the platter of sandwiches, then picks one up. Just as he’s about to take a bite, Cas appears, grabbing him by the shoulders and flinging him against the wall, covering his mouth and pulling out a knife. He meets Dean’s eyes, and Dean nods.
Cas takes away his hand then slits his forearm, using his own blood to begin drawing signs on the wall.
“Castiel!” Zachariah appears. “Would you mind explaining what the hell you’re doing—“
Cas slaps his hand against the middle of the symbol, and Zachariah disappears in a rush of white light.
“He won’t be gone long,” he tells Dean. “We have to find Sam now.”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know. But I know who does.” He hands Dean the knife. “We have to stop him, Dean, from killing Lilith.”
“But Lilith’s gonna break the final seal.“
“Lilith IS the final seal,” Cas says urgently. “She dies, The End begins.”
~*~*~
Chuck's script of his most recent story is up on his computer: “Supernatural: Lucifer Rising by Carver Edlund”. He’s on the phone.
“Oh yeah, really? At the same time? Really? Wow, that sounds…moist.”
The woman on the other end of the line laughs. “Well it can be.”
“What are your rates?” he asks, pacing in front of the window.
“We can get you one girl, one hour, one thousand.”
“Okay, then I’ll take 20 girls for the whole night.”
“I’m not sure you can afford that.”
“Lady, sometimes you gotta live like there’s no tomorrow—“ Chuck turns to find Dean and Cas standing in front of him.
“W-wait, thi-this isn’t supposed to happen,” he stutters, lowering the phone.
“Sir?” the woman asks.
“No, lady this is definitely supposed to happen, I just gotta call you back.” He hangs up and faces Dean and Cas.
~*~*~
Lilith takes a bowl full of blood from a man, and assures, “Don’t worry, we’re going to save the world.” She sets it down next to a candelabra, then turns to see Sam and Ruby enter the hallway. She holds up her hand and the doors slam shut.
~*~*~
“St. Mary’s, what is that, a convent?” Dean asks, looking up from Chuck’s script.
“Yeah,” Chuck answers. “But you guys aren’t supposed to be there, you’re not in this story.”
“Yeah well, we’re making it up as we go,” Cas answers.
Suddenly Chuck’s computer starts to flickler. The house begins to shake as a bright light grows outside the window.
“What? Oh, not again!” Chuck cries as Cas shouts, “It’s the archangel!”
“I’ll hold him off, I’ll hold them all off!” Cas shouts to Dean as the light gets brighter and brighter, the house shaking more and more. “Stop Sam!”
Before Dean even has a chance to reply, Cas puts his hand on his forehead and he’s suddenly at St. Mary’s.
Dean takes a second to get his bearings, then heads down the hall.
~*~*~
Chuck looks forlornly at Castiel as the angel stares at the glowing window. Chuck puts his hand on Cas’s shoulder, but takes it away when the angel just turns to look at him. The white light explodes.
~*~*~
Sam busts the doors open, raising his hand and flinging Lilith back against the stone altar. She lands on the floor rand sits up. Sam flings her back again.
Dean rounds the corner.
Ruby spots him and smirks.
The doors swing shut.
Sam steps up to Lilith, heart pounding. They stare each other down.
“I’ve been waiting for this…for a very long time.”
“Then give me your best shot.”
They continue to stare each other down, then Sam raises his hand, glaring at her and not breaking a sweat as she starts to heave and glow.
“Sam!”
Sam stops, turning towards the door and frowning. Was that Dean?
Outside the door, Dean pounds furiously, trying to get his brother’s attention. “Sam!”
“Dean?”
Things seem to move to slow motion as he stares at the door, still not sure if he’s heard his brother or not. Ruby starts yelling at him, but he’s not hearing her. Somewhere in the background of his beating heart, he hears an echo of Dean’s, “Sammy!”
Ruby screams, “Now!” and Sam suddenly realizes Lilith’s laughing.
“You’ve turned yourself into a freak,” she mocks. “A monster, and now you’re not gonna bite. I’m sorry,” she laughs. “But that is honestly adorable.”
That’s it. Heart speeding up, Sam glares at her, lifts his hand, and his eyes go black. He uses all his strength and anger to kill Lilith.
She falls to the floor, dead.
Sam lowers his hand, staring down at her with a satisfied look as he catches his breath.
(And the end? Well, you just need to watch…)
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I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! Never for even a split second did I ever trust Ruby, and FINALLY she’s dead. YES! I don’t remember ever feeling that satisfied when an evil character died in a TV show before. LoL I especially loved that Sam held her while Dean finally got to finish her off. On the other hand, poor Sam! Poor Dean! As if they didn’t have enough guilt already, now they have to carry around the weight of The Apocalypse? And what about Cas? :/Fantastic episode, as usual. Can’t wait for the new season to begin!
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