Supernatural: Sympathy for the Devil
September 15th 2009 00:25
The Season Premiere is here! And it picks up exactly where it left off.
The road so far
Light shoots from the floor as Sam and Dean rush for the doors. They slam in their faces. Suddenly a high pitched whine mixes with what sounds like a growl as the shaft of light nearly reaches the edge of the blood symbol drawn on the floor. Sam and Dean cover their ears, wincing as the noise grows. The light reaches the edge of the blood and—
“What the devil is your name?” a cartoon devil asks Yosemite Sam. The cartoon stutters his name and the devil checks his book as the brothers lower their arms. They’re no longer trapped in St. Mary’s, but…on a plane?
“What the hell?”
“I don’t know.”
“Folks,” a pleasant voice dings on over the intercom. “A quick word from the flight deck. We’re just passing over Ilchester, and then Elacot City on our initial descent to—“
“Ilchester, weren’t we just there?” Dean asks, thoroughly confused.
“If you’d like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to—HOLY CRAP!” The pilot grabs the wheel as a beam of light shoots up in front of the plane. The plane is lurched to the side, throwing flight attendants, and making people scream. The masks fall down from the ceiling and Sam and Dean grab them to put them on as the plane begins a furious descent.
Dean looks out the window as clouds and white light rush by. The whining is back.
~*~*~
It’s now night and Sam and Dean are back in the Impala. Dean drives as Sam flips through the radio.
“And Governor O’Malley urged calm,” a woman on the radio announces. “Saying that it is very unlikely that a convent would be a target for terrorists, either for or—“
“Change the station.”
Sam hits the button. A new reporter announces, “Hurricane Kinley unexpecting slamming into the Galveston area—“
Dean switches it.
“—announces the successful test of the North Korean nuclear—“
“—a series of tremors—“
“—Swine Flu—“
He shuts it off.
Sam shakes his head, then sighs. “Dean, look—“
“Don’t say anything,” his brother interrupts. “It’s okay. We just gotta keep our heads down and hash this out, alright?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Well, first things first, how did we end up on Soul Plane?”
“Angels?” Sam guesses. “Maybe, I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm’s way?”
“Well whatever, it’s the least of our worries,” Dean answers with a sigh. “We need to find Cas.”
~*~*~
Chuck’s house is a mess of broken furniture, scattered typed pages, books, and blood. Sam and Dean enter carefully, searching around. They enter another room, looking around. Sam steps forward and--
~*~*~
Pike Creek, Delaware
A man walks up to his house at night, pausing on his front steps when the wind suddenly begins pounding his squeaky gate open and closed. Again, and again, and again…
That night in bed, he turns over, restless. He starts to feel something’s not quite right, and slowly pulls his hands out from under the white sheets. They’re covered in blood. He lurches out of the bed, pulling back the sheets to find more blood. Lots and lots of blood.
He rushes to turn on the bedside lamp. The blood is gone. Only rumpled white sheets remain.
“Alright, keep it together,” he tells himself, breathing hard. “Keep it together, man.”
He crawls back in bed and turns off the light. He lays back on the pillow then turn to find a pale woman with a cut up face next to his bed. He starts back as she says, “It’s you, Nick. You’re special. You’re chosen.”
Nick covers his eyes, not believing what he’s seeing. When he looks, the woman is gone.
~*~*~
A girl sits at her computer typing furiously. Her walls are covered with the Supernatural book posters.
“And then Sam touched, no,” she says, changing what she’s typing. “--Caressed, Dean’s clavicle.” She continues to read the fanfic she’s typing. “’This is wrong,’ said Dead. ‘Then I don’t want to be right,’ replied Sam, in a husky voice.”
Suddenly a message pops up on her screen: CARVER EDLUND CALLING. Frowning, she presses the ‘accept’ button, then upon seeing Chuck, gasps in total surprise.
“You, you’re—“
“Carver Edlund, yeah,” he interrupts her superfan moment. “Hi, Becky.”
“You got my letters. And my marzipan!”
“Yeah, yeah, um, yummy,” he answers, trying to get her off the subject of him. “But uh-“
“I am your number one fan,” Becky interrupts vehemently. “I’m Samlicker81.”
“I’m sorry, you’re what?” he asks, confused.
“Webmistress at morethanbrothers.net?”
“Oh yeah, no, you’re my number one fan,” he answers, trying not to be too freaked out. “That’s why I contacted you. You’re the only one who’ll believe me.”
Becky is thrilled. She watches him look up and asks, “Are you alright?”
“No, I’m being watched.”
She looks around.
“Okay, not—not now,” he answers. “At least I don’t think so. But I don’t have much time. I need your help.”
“You, need MY help?” She is clearly over the moon.
“That’s right, I need you to a message…to Sam and Dean. Okay?”
Her smile fades. She sighs. “Look Mr. Edlund, yes I’m a fan, but I really don’t appreciate being mocked. I know that Supernatural’s just a book, okay? I know the difference between fantasy and reality—“
“Becky it’s all real,” he interrupts.
“I knew it!” Her smile is back tenfold.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean are sitting in their hotel room, the TV on.
“How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes all at the same time?” a news reporter asks. “All around the globe?”
“Two words,” a man answers. “Carbon emission.”
“Yeah right, Wavy Gravy,” Dean mumbles at the TV, clicking it off as someone knocks on the door.
Dean goes for the gun as Sam heads carefully for the door. He opens it to find Becky standing there, wide-eyed, her breath momentarily taken away when she sees him.
“You okay, lady?” Sam asks as Becky breathes hard.
“Sam? Is it really you?” She asks shakily, stepping forward to put a hand on his chest. “And you’re so firm!”
Sam doesn’t know what to say. Eventually he settles on, “Do I know you?”
“No,” Becky says, taking her hand back with a shaky breath, unable to keep her eyes off him. “But I know you. You’re Sam Winchester. And you’re—“ her gaze turns to Dean and she frowns. “Not what I pictured.” She turns back to Sam. “I’m Becky, I’ve read all about you guys.” She lets herself in. “And I’ve even written a few…” she stops, blushing. “Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were.”
“Chuck?” Dean asks as Sam shuts the door.
“He’s got a message,” Becky explains. “But he’s being watched—Angels. Nice changeup to the mythology by the way,” she adds. “The demon stuff was getting kind of old.”
Dean crosses his arms. Yeah, well…
“Alright, just, um, what’s the message?” Sam asks
“He had a vision.” She closes her eyes, quoting, “The Michael Sword is on earth. The angels lost it.”
“The Michael Sword?”
“Does he know where it is?”
“In a castle,” she answers. “On a hill made of 42 dogs.”
“42 dogs,” Dean repeats skeptically, looking at his brother, and Sam asks, “Are you sure you got that right?”
“It doesn’t make sense,” Becky agrees. “But that’s what he said. I memorized every word,” she says shakily, stepping up to put her hand back on Sam’s chest. “For you.”
“Um…” Sam looks to Dean for help, then back. “Becky, could-uh, could you quit touching me?”
“No,” she answers instantly, closing her eyes to run her hand up and down his shirt.
~*~*~
Bobby drives up to the hotel and gets out. Dean opens the door to let him in. “Heya, Bobby.”
Bobby hugs him. “Good to see you boys all in one piece.” He goes over to hug Sam.
“You weren’t followed were you?” Dean asks.
“You mean by angels, demons, or Sam’s new superfan?”
Sam laughs. “You heard.”
“I heard Romeo. So,” Bobby says, getting down to business. “Sword of Michael, huh?”
“You think we’re talking about the actual sword from the actual archangel?” Dean asks.
“You better freakin’ hope so,” Bobby answers, dropping a book down in front of them. “That’s Michael,” he says, pointing to the picture of the angel. “Toughest son’abitch they got.”
Sam flips the big page and Dean leans over to look. “You kidding me? Tough? The guy looks like Cate Blanchett.”
“Well I wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley, believe me,” Bobby answers, explaining, “He commands the heavenly host. During the last big dust-up upstairs he’s the one who boosted Lucifer’s ass to the basement, and he did it with that sword.” He points to the book. “So if we can find it…”
“We can kick the devil’s ass all over again,” Sam finishes. “Alright, so where do we start?”
“Divvy up and start readin’,” Bobby answers. “Try and make sense of Chuck’s nonsense.”
Right. Sam gets up, walks across the room then hesitates. Something is clearly bothering him.
“Kid?” Bobby asks. “You alright?”
Sam takes a deep breath, then answers, “No, actually.”
Dean looks at him.
“Bobby,” Sam says. “This is all my fault, I’m sorry.”
“Sam,” Dean tries, but Sam continues.
“Lilith didn’t break the final seal…Lilith WAS the final seal.”
“Sam, stop it,” Dean says more harshly this time.
“I killed her,” Sam says, ignoring his brother. “And I set Lucifer free.”
“You what?” Bobby asks, unbelieving.
“You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn’t listen. I brought this on…”
Bobby gets up, staring at Sam. He stops in front of him next to Dean. “You’re damn right you didn’t listen,” he tells Sam. “You were reckless and selfish and arrogant.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh yeah?” Bobby asks, stepping forward and glaring at Sam. “You’re sorry you started Armageddon? This kind of thing don’t get forgiven, boy.”
Sam swallows hard but doesn’t say anything.
“If by some miracle,” Bobby tells him, “We pull this off? I want you to lose my number. You understand me?”
Biting back tears, Sam shakes his head. His voice falters as he answers, “There’s an old church nearby…maybe I’ll go read some of the lore books there.”
“Yeah,” Bobby answers. “You do that.”
Sam leaves and Bobby glances back to Dean as he watches him go.
Sam walks down the street alone.
~*~*~
Later on, Dean and Bobby are still going over the books at the table. Sam’s not back yet.
“I never would have guessed your daddy was right,” Bobby says.
“About what?”
“About your brother.”
Dean looks up from the book.
“What John said,” Bobby continues. “Either save Sam or kill him. Maybe…”
“Maybe what?”
“Maybe we shouldn’t have tried so hard to save him.”
“Bobby…”
“He ended the world, Dean. And you and I weren’t strong enough to stop him proper. That’s on us. I’m just sayin’, your dad was right.”
The words remind Dean of something. “Dad…” He gets up and rifles through his bag, pulling out an old ziplock bag. “It’s gotta be in here somewhere.”
“What the hell are you talkin’ about?” Bobby asks, watching Dean pull out a card.
“Here.” Dean laughs. “I don’t believe it.” He rejoins Bobby. “I don’t believe it.”
“What the hell is it?”
“It’s a card, from my dad’s lockup in upstate New York. Read it.” He hands it over to Bobby.
“Castle Storage, 42 Rover Hill.”
“Castle, on a hill of 42 dogs,” Dean explains.
“So you think your dad had the Michael Sword this whole time?”
“I don’t know, I’m not sure what else Chuck could have meant.”
“Yeah, okay,” Bobby answers. “Good enough for me.”
Suddenly he swings back and punches Dean in the face. Dean goes flying across the room, breaking a banister on his way to the floor. The demon lifts him up, kicking him through the next wall with ease as his eyes grow black.
He yanks Dean to his feet, holding him by the throat as the door opens and two more demons walk in.
“I always knew you were a big dumb slow dim pain in the ass Dean,” the woman says. She smirks as she walks over to pick up the knife. “But I never dreamt that you were so VIP. I mean, you’re gonna ice the devil? You?” She laughs, walking over to run the flat of the blade across his cheek. “If I’d a known that I would have ripped your pretty pretty face off ages ago.”
“Ruby?” Dean asks, glaring at her.
“Try again. Go back further.”
“Meg?”
She smiles. “Hi. These are the days of miracle and wonder, Dean. Our father’s among us, we’re all dreaming again for the first time since we were human. It’s Heaven on earth. Or hell.” She smirks. “We really owe your brother a fruit basket.”
“My God you like the sound of your own voice,” Dean answers, still being held up by Bobby.
“But you, on the other hand,” Meg continues, ignoring him. “You’re the only bump in the road. So every demon, every single one, is just dying for a piece of you.”
Dean just smirks. “Huh, get in line.”
“Oh I’m in the front of the line, baby,” she answers, whispering, “That’s right,” before kissing him.
Dean grunts, grimacing and disgusted as he tries to pull away. When she finally lets him go, he asks, “What is that, peanut butter?”
“You know,” she answers. “Your surrogate daddy’s still awake, screwing me in there? And I want him to know how it feels slicing the life out of you.”
She hands him the knife and Dean turns to Bobby as Bobby moves forward, knife in hand, pinning Dean to the wall.
“Bobby, no, no--” Dean manages through the hand and knife at his throat.
Eyes black, Bobby looks back at Meg, who orders, “Now!”
Bobby’s arm swings back, and Dean raises his arm against the inevitable. “Bobby—“
For a brief moment, Bobby surfaces again, his eyes returning to a normal horror as he realizes what he’s about to do. He can’t help it. The knife thrusts forward—and into Bobby. His face flashes the demon before he falls to the floor. Dean glances at his friend, then lunges at Meg, punching her out of the way on his way to the demon standing behind her. The demon grabs Dean, throwing him against the wall and kneeing him.
Dean falls to the ground just as the door opens. Sam spots Bobby on the floor. “No!”
He’s smacked in the face with the old telephone by Meg. “Heya Sammy, miss me? Because I sure missed you.”
“Meg.” Sam recognizes her and takes a swing.
More fighting.
The demons are winning.
Meg grabs Sam by the hair, smirking down at him as the demon behind her continues to kick the life out of Dean.
“Not so easy without those super special demon powers, huh Sammy?” she mocks. She knocks him out as Dean takes out the legs of the demon he’s fighting.
Meg turns around just in time to watch Dean pull the knife from Bobby and slam it into the demon. He stands up and heads for Meg, but she flees in a tunnel of black smoke before he can get to her. Her host’s body falls to the ground.
~*~*~
Pike Creek, Delaware
Nick solemnly puts a baby blanket and some teddy bears into a box. As he stares at them, the wind from an open window begins pushing a baby chair. He walks over to stop it. The eerie baby music that goes with it stops too.
And then the crying begins.
Nick goes back to the box, frantically pulling out things until he gets to the baby monitor at the bottom. He pulls it up, staring at it as the cries continue. He looks towards the other room.
Slowly, he opens the door to the baby’s room, stopping to stare from the monitor to the crib. The crying stops. He turns on the light, lets out a breath, then turns to leave.
The crying starts again.
He turns back to find a massive amount of blood seep from the edge of the crib.
“No…” he walks over, horrified and dropping to his knees in front of the crib. “No…” He drops the baby monitor, covering his eyes and sobbing.
The crib is empty. There is no blood.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean bust through the emergency room door, carrying Bobby between them. A nurse spots them and rushes over.
“What happened?”
“He was stabbed,” Dean answers, as Sam tells Bobby that he’s going to be okay.
A bed is rushed over and they help him onto the gurney. Bobby is whisked away, and when Sam and Dean try to follow, the nurse stops them.
“Just wait here.”
“We can’t just leave him--”
“Just don’t move, we’ve got questions.”
“Sammy, we gotta go.”
“No, no way, Dean.”
“The demons already know where the sword is,” Dean tells him. “We gotta get to it before they do, if we’re not too late already. Come on.”
Sam glances one last time in the direction Bobby went, then rushes after his brother.
~*~*~
Outside Castle Storage, the brothers open the trunk and load up on ammunition. Dean unlocks the storage room door and they both enter, guns drawn. They find the floor littered with bodies and devil’s traps.
~*~*~
Nick is lying in bed. This time he sits up instantly when the woman reappears in front of the window.
“You’re dreaming, Nick,” she says. “But that doesn’t mean this isn’t real.”
“Sarah?” he whispers, staring at her. The cuts on her face are gone.
“I’m not your wife, Nick. I’m an angel.”
“An angel?”
“My name is Lucifer.”
“Sure,” Nick answers, shaking his head. “Naturally, um, could you do me a favor there Satan, and remind me to quick drinkin’ before I go to bed?”
“I’m here because you’re special, Nick. Very, very few people like you.”
“Is that so?”
“You’re a vessel. A very powerful vessel.”
“Meaning what exactly?”
“I need to take control of your mind and your body,” she answers, stepping forward. “To be honest…it will probably be unpleasant for you. But it is necessary—“
“Okay,” he interrupts. “Look, if it’s just the same to you, I think I’d like to wake up now.”
“I told you this is real. Don’t be afraid, this is your choice.” She sits down next to him on the bed. “You need to invite me in.”
“Even if this is real, which it’s not,” he answers calmly. “But, assuming it was? Why the hell would I do something like that?”
“You people misunderstand me. You call me Satan and Devil, but do you know my crime?” Nick shakes his head and she continues, “I loved God too much. And for that He betrayed me, punished me…Just as he’s punished you.”
Nick looks away and Lucifer continues, “After all, how could God stand idly by while that man broke into your home and butchered your family in their beds? There are only two rational answers Nick. Either He’s sadistic, or He simply doesn’t care.”
Nick turns to glare at her.
“You’re angry. You have every right to be angry. I am angry too. That’s why I want to find Him, hold Him accountable for his actions—Just because He created us doesn’t mean He can toy with us like playthings.”
“If I help you…can you bring back my family?” Nick asks softly, a tear sliding down his cheek.
“I’m sorry, I can’t…But I can give you the next best thing.” Nick looks away, and she adds, “God did this to you, Nick and I can give you justice. Peace.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
“Because contrary to popular belief, I don’t lie. I don’t need to. What I need? Is you.”
Nick doesn’t say anything.
“Nick, I need you to say yes,” she coaxes.
Nick flashes back through everything that’s happened, the empty swing, the crying, the blood, the swing, the blood…
“Then yes.”
From outside the house, the upstairs lights up with a serious whining white light.
~*~*~
Back at the hospital, Bobby’s muffled shout comes through the walls. “Unlikely to walk again? Why you snot-nosed son of a bitch, wait’ll I get out of this bed!”
The door opens and a doctor quickly rushes out, Bobby shouting, “I’ll use my lame leg to kick your freakin’ ass!” after him. Dean and Sam stand by the window as Bobby yells, “Yeah, you better run!” He turns to the boys. “Can you believe that yahoo?”
“Screw him, you’ll be fine,” Dean assures.
“So let me ask the million dollar question,” Sam says. “What do we do now?”
“Well,” Bobby answers grimly. “We save as many as we can for as long as we can I guess. It’s bad. Whoever wins, Heaven or Hell, we’re boned.”
“What if we win?” Dean asks and both Bobby and Sam give him incredulous looks. “I’m serious,” he continues. “Screw the angels and the demons and their crap Apocalypse. They want to fight a war? They can find their own planet. This one’s ours and I say they get the hell off it.” Walking around the bed, he continues, “We take ‘em all on, we kill the devil, hell we even kill Michael if we have to, but we do it our own damn selves.”
“And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?” Bobby asks.
“I got no idea,” Dean answers with a shrug. Sam glances at his brother as Dean adds, “But what I do have is a GED and a ‘give-em-hell’ attitude, and I’ll figure it out.”
Bobby looks at Sam with a half amused, half I don’t know what to think look, and Sam just shrugs. That’s Dean for you.
“You are nine kinds of crazy, boy,” Bobby tells Dean, who just shrugs again and answers, “It’s been said.”
“Listen, you stay on the mend.” He pats Bobby’s shoulder. “We’ll see you in a bit.”
They start to head out, but Bobby calls Sam back. Dean waits too.
“I was awake,” Bobby tells Sam. “I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that that was the demon talkin’. I ain’t cuttin’ you out, boy, not ever.”
Sam lets out a long breath. “Thanks, Bobby.”
“You’re welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but you’re welcome.”
Sam grins and follows Dean out the door.
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Okay, wow, this season is going to kill me going from laughing to crying. Supernatural is back people! Whoohoo! Absolutely fantastic way to kick off the season. I laughed, I cried, I sat there thinking, ‘I LOVE this show!’ Cas’s re-entrance was awesome, and Becky? Oh man, that’s just too funny. I’m glad Chuck’s still sticking around, I can’t wait for Sam and Dean to get back to being just Sam and Dean. Clearly it’s going to take a while, but I’m totally fine with that. No Ruby around, I’m happy. Great episode guys! Can’t wait for the next one!
The road so far
Light shoots from the floor as Sam and Dean rush for the doors. They slam in their faces. Suddenly a high pitched whine mixes with what sounds like a growl as the shaft of light nearly reaches the edge of the blood symbol drawn on the floor. Sam and Dean cover their ears, wincing as the noise grows. The light reaches the edge of the blood and—
“What the devil is your name?” a cartoon devil asks Yosemite Sam. The cartoon stutters his name and the devil checks his book as the brothers lower their arms. They’re no longer trapped in St. Mary’s, but…on a plane?
“What the hell?”
“I don’t know.”
“Folks,” a pleasant voice dings on over the intercom. “A quick word from the flight deck. We’re just passing over Ilchester, and then Elacot City on our initial descent to—“
“Ilchester, weren’t we just there?” Dean asks, thoroughly confused.
“If you’d like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to—HOLY CRAP!” The pilot grabs the wheel as a beam of light shoots up in front of the plane. The plane is lurched to the side, throwing flight attendants, and making people scream. The masks fall down from the ceiling and Sam and Dean grab them to put them on as the plane begins a furious descent.
Dean looks out the window as clouds and white light rush by. The whining is back.
~*~*~
It’s now night and Sam and Dean are back in the Impala. Dean drives as Sam flips through the radio.
“And Governor O’Malley urged calm,” a woman on the radio announces. “Saying that it is very unlikely that a convent would be a target for terrorists, either for or—“
“Change the station.”
Sam hits the button. A new reporter announces, “Hurricane Kinley unexpecting slamming into the Galveston area—“
Dean switches it.
“—announces the successful test of the North Korean nuclear—“
“—a series of tremors—“
“—Swine Flu—“
He shuts it off.
Sam shakes his head, then sighs. “Dean, look—“
“Don’t say anything,” his brother interrupts. “It’s okay. We just gotta keep our heads down and hash this out, alright?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Well, first things first, how did we end up on Soul Plane?”
“Angels?” Sam guesses. “Maybe, I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm’s way?”
“Well whatever, it’s the least of our worries,” Dean answers with a sigh. “We need to find Cas.”
~*~*~
Chuck’s house is a mess of broken furniture, scattered typed pages, books, and blood. Sam and Dean enter carefully, searching around. They enter another room, looking around. Sam steps forward and--
~*~*~
Pike Creek, Delaware
A man walks up to his house at night, pausing on his front steps when the wind suddenly begins pounding his squeaky gate open and closed. Again, and again, and again…
That night in bed, he turns over, restless. He starts to feel something’s not quite right, and slowly pulls his hands out from under the white sheets. They’re covered in blood. He lurches out of the bed, pulling back the sheets to find more blood. Lots and lots of blood.
He rushes to turn on the bedside lamp. The blood is gone. Only rumpled white sheets remain.
“Alright, keep it together,” he tells himself, breathing hard. “Keep it together, man.”
He crawls back in bed and turns off the light. He lays back on the pillow then turn to find a pale woman with a cut up face next to his bed. He starts back as she says, “It’s you, Nick. You’re special. You’re chosen.”
Nick covers his eyes, not believing what he’s seeing. When he looks, the woman is gone.
~*~*~
A girl sits at her computer typing furiously. Her walls are covered with the Supernatural book posters.
“And then Sam touched, no,” she says, changing what she’s typing. “--Caressed, Dean’s clavicle.” She continues to read the fanfic she’s typing. “’This is wrong,’ said Dead. ‘Then I don’t want to be right,’ replied Sam, in a husky voice.”
Suddenly a message pops up on her screen: CARVER EDLUND CALLING. Frowning, she presses the ‘accept’ button, then upon seeing Chuck, gasps in total surprise.
“You, you’re—“
“Carver Edlund, yeah,” he interrupts her superfan moment. “Hi, Becky.”
“You got my letters. And my marzipan!”
“Yeah, yeah, um, yummy,” he answers, trying to get her off the subject of him. “But uh-“
“I am your number one fan,” Becky interrupts vehemently. “I’m Samlicker81.”
“I’m sorry, you’re what?” he asks, confused.
“Webmistress at morethanbrothers.net?”
“Oh yeah, no, you’re my number one fan,” he answers, trying not to be too freaked out. “That’s why I contacted you. You’re the only one who’ll believe me.”
Becky is thrilled. She watches him look up and asks, “Are you alright?”
“No, I’m being watched.”
She looks around.
“Okay, not—not now,” he answers. “At least I don’t think so. But I don’t have much time. I need your help.”
“You, need MY help?” She is clearly over the moon.
“That’s right, I need you to a message…to Sam and Dean. Okay?”
Her smile fades. She sighs. “Look Mr. Edlund, yes I’m a fan, but I really don’t appreciate being mocked. I know that Supernatural’s just a book, okay? I know the difference between fantasy and reality—“
“Becky it’s all real,” he interrupts.
“I knew it!” Her smile is back tenfold.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean are sitting in their hotel room, the TV on.
“How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes all at the same time?” a news reporter asks. “All around the globe?”
“Two words,” a man answers. “Carbon emission.”
“Yeah right, Wavy Gravy,” Dean mumbles at the TV, clicking it off as someone knocks on the door.
Dean goes for the gun as Sam heads carefully for the door. He opens it to find Becky standing there, wide-eyed, her breath momentarily taken away when she sees him.
“You okay, lady?” Sam asks as Becky breathes hard.
“Sam? Is it really you?” She asks shakily, stepping forward to put a hand on his chest. “And you’re so firm!”
Sam doesn’t know what to say. Eventually he settles on, “Do I know you?”
“No,” Becky says, taking her hand back with a shaky breath, unable to keep her eyes off him. “But I know you. You’re Sam Winchester. And you’re—“ her gaze turns to Dean and she frowns. “Not what I pictured.” She turns back to Sam. “I’m Becky, I’ve read all about you guys.” She lets herself in. “And I’ve even written a few…” she stops, blushing. “Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were.”
“Chuck?” Dean asks as Sam shuts the door.
“He’s got a message,” Becky explains. “But he’s being watched—Angels. Nice changeup to the mythology by the way,” she adds. “The demon stuff was getting kind of old.”
Dean crosses his arms. Yeah, well…
“Alright, just, um, what’s the message?” Sam asks
“He had a vision.” She closes her eyes, quoting, “The Michael Sword is on earth. The angels lost it.”
“The Michael Sword?”
“Does he know where it is?”
“In a castle,” she answers. “On a hill made of 42 dogs.”
“42 dogs,” Dean repeats skeptically, looking at his brother, and Sam asks, “Are you sure you got that right?”
“It doesn’t make sense,” Becky agrees. “But that’s what he said. I memorized every word,” she says shakily, stepping up to put her hand back on Sam’s chest. “For you.”
“Um…” Sam looks to Dean for help, then back. “Becky, could-uh, could you quit touching me?”
“No,” she answers instantly, closing her eyes to run her hand up and down his shirt.
~*~*~
Bobby drives up to the hotel and gets out. Dean opens the door to let him in. “Heya, Bobby.”
Bobby hugs him. “Good to see you boys all in one piece.” He goes over to hug Sam.
“You weren’t followed were you?” Dean asks.
“You mean by angels, demons, or Sam’s new superfan?”
Sam laughs. “You heard.”
“I heard Romeo. So,” Bobby says, getting down to business. “Sword of Michael, huh?”
“You think we’re talking about the actual sword from the actual archangel?” Dean asks.
“You better freakin’ hope so,” Bobby answers, dropping a book down in front of them. “That’s Michael,” he says, pointing to the picture of the angel. “Toughest son’abitch they got.”
Sam flips the big page and Dean leans over to look. “You kidding me? Tough? The guy looks like Cate Blanchett.”
“Well I wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley, believe me,” Bobby answers, explaining, “He commands the heavenly host. During the last big dust-up upstairs he’s the one who boosted Lucifer’s ass to the basement, and he did it with that sword.” He points to the book. “So if we can find it…”
“We can kick the devil’s ass all over again,” Sam finishes. “Alright, so where do we start?”
“Divvy up and start readin’,” Bobby answers. “Try and make sense of Chuck’s nonsense.”
Right. Sam gets up, walks across the room then hesitates. Something is clearly bothering him.
“Kid?” Bobby asks. “You alright?”
Sam takes a deep breath, then answers, “No, actually.”
Dean looks at him.
“Bobby,” Sam says. “This is all my fault, I’m sorry.”
“Sam,” Dean tries, but Sam continues.
“Lilith didn’t break the final seal…Lilith WAS the final seal.”
“Sam, stop it,” Dean says more harshly this time.
“I killed her,” Sam says, ignoring his brother. “And I set Lucifer free.”
“You what?” Bobby asks, unbelieving.
“You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn’t listen. I brought this on…”
Bobby gets up, staring at Sam. He stops in front of him next to Dean. “You’re damn right you didn’t listen,” he tells Sam. “You were reckless and selfish and arrogant.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh yeah?” Bobby asks, stepping forward and glaring at Sam. “You’re sorry you started Armageddon? This kind of thing don’t get forgiven, boy.”
Sam swallows hard but doesn’t say anything.
“If by some miracle,” Bobby tells him, “We pull this off? I want you to lose my number. You understand me?”
Biting back tears, Sam shakes his head. His voice falters as he answers, “There’s an old church nearby…maybe I’ll go read some of the lore books there.”
“Yeah,” Bobby answers. “You do that.”
Sam leaves and Bobby glances back to Dean as he watches him go.
Sam walks down the street alone.
~*~*~
Later on, Dean and Bobby are still going over the books at the table. Sam’s not back yet.
“I never would have guessed your daddy was right,” Bobby says.
“About what?”
“About your brother.”
Dean looks up from the book.
“What John said,” Bobby continues. “Either save Sam or kill him. Maybe…”
“Maybe what?”
“Maybe we shouldn’t have tried so hard to save him.”
“Bobby…”
“He ended the world, Dean. And you and I weren’t strong enough to stop him proper. That’s on us. I’m just sayin’, your dad was right.”
The words remind Dean of something. “Dad…” He gets up and rifles through his bag, pulling out an old ziplock bag. “It’s gotta be in here somewhere.”
“What the hell are you talkin’ about?” Bobby asks, watching Dean pull out a card.
“Here.” Dean laughs. “I don’t believe it.” He rejoins Bobby. “I don’t believe it.”
“What the hell is it?”
“It’s a card, from my dad’s lockup in upstate New York. Read it.” He hands it over to Bobby.
“Castle Storage, 42 Rover Hill.”
“Castle, on a hill of 42 dogs,” Dean explains.
“So you think your dad had the Michael Sword this whole time?”
“I don’t know, I’m not sure what else Chuck could have meant.”
“Yeah, okay,” Bobby answers. “Good enough for me.”
Suddenly he swings back and punches Dean in the face. Dean goes flying across the room, breaking a banister on his way to the floor. The demon lifts him up, kicking him through the next wall with ease as his eyes grow black.
He yanks Dean to his feet, holding him by the throat as the door opens and two more demons walk in.
“I always knew you were a big dumb slow dim pain in the ass Dean,” the woman says. She smirks as she walks over to pick up the knife. “But I never dreamt that you were so VIP. I mean, you’re gonna ice the devil? You?” She laughs, walking over to run the flat of the blade across his cheek. “If I’d a known that I would have ripped your pretty pretty face off ages ago.”
“Ruby?” Dean asks, glaring at her.
“Try again. Go back further.”
“Meg?”
She smiles. “Hi. These are the days of miracle and wonder, Dean. Our father’s among us, we’re all dreaming again for the first time since we were human. It’s Heaven on earth. Or hell.” She smirks. “We really owe your brother a fruit basket.”
“My God you like the sound of your own voice,” Dean answers, still being held up by Bobby.
“But you, on the other hand,” Meg continues, ignoring him. “You’re the only bump in the road. So every demon, every single one, is just dying for a piece of you.”
Dean just smirks. “Huh, get in line.”
“Oh I’m in the front of the line, baby,” she answers, whispering, “That’s right,” before kissing him.
Dean grunts, grimacing and disgusted as he tries to pull away. When she finally lets him go, he asks, “What is that, peanut butter?”
“You know,” she answers. “Your surrogate daddy’s still awake, screwing me in there? And I want him to know how it feels slicing the life out of you.”
She hands him the knife and Dean turns to Bobby as Bobby moves forward, knife in hand, pinning Dean to the wall.
“Bobby, no, no--” Dean manages through the hand and knife at his throat.
Eyes black, Bobby looks back at Meg, who orders, “Now!”
Bobby’s arm swings back, and Dean raises his arm against the inevitable. “Bobby—“
For a brief moment, Bobby surfaces again, his eyes returning to a normal horror as he realizes what he’s about to do. He can’t help it. The knife thrusts forward—and into Bobby. His face flashes the demon before he falls to the floor. Dean glances at his friend, then lunges at Meg, punching her out of the way on his way to the demon standing behind her. The demon grabs Dean, throwing him against the wall and kneeing him.
Dean falls to the ground just as the door opens. Sam spots Bobby on the floor. “No!”
He’s smacked in the face with the old telephone by Meg. “Heya Sammy, miss me? Because I sure missed you.”
“Meg.” Sam recognizes her and takes a swing.
More fighting.
The demons are winning.
Meg grabs Sam by the hair, smirking down at him as the demon behind her continues to kick the life out of Dean.
“Not so easy without those super special demon powers, huh Sammy?” she mocks. She knocks him out as Dean takes out the legs of the demon he’s fighting.
Meg turns around just in time to watch Dean pull the knife from Bobby and slam it into the demon. He stands up and heads for Meg, but she flees in a tunnel of black smoke before he can get to her. Her host’s body falls to the ground.
~*~*~
Pike Creek, Delaware
Nick solemnly puts a baby blanket and some teddy bears into a box. As he stares at them, the wind from an open window begins pushing a baby chair. He walks over to stop it. The eerie baby music that goes with it stops too.
And then the crying begins.
Nick goes back to the box, frantically pulling out things until he gets to the baby monitor at the bottom. He pulls it up, staring at it as the cries continue. He looks towards the other room.
Slowly, he opens the door to the baby’s room, stopping to stare from the monitor to the crib. The crying stops. He turns on the light, lets out a breath, then turns to leave.
The crying starts again.
He turns back to find a massive amount of blood seep from the edge of the crib.
“No…” he walks over, horrified and dropping to his knees in front of the crib. “No…” He drops the baby monitor, covering his eyes and sobbing.
The crib is empty. There is no blood.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean bust through the emergency room door, carrying Bobby between them. A nurse spots them and rushes over.
“What happened?”
“He was stabbed,” Dean answers, as Sam tells Bobby that he’s going to be okay.
A bed is rushed over and they help him onto the gurney. Bobby is whisked away, and when Sam and Dean try to follow, the nurse stops them.
“Just wait here.”
“We can’t just leave him--”
“Just don’t move, we’ve got questions.”
“Sammy, we gotta go.”
“No, no way, Dean.”
“The demons already know where the sword is,” Dean tells him. “We gotta get to it before they do, if we’re not too late already. Come on.”
Sam glances one last time in the direction Bobby went, then rushes after his brother.
~*~*~
Outside Castle Storage, the brothers open the trunk and load up on ammunition. Dean unlocks the storage room door and they both enter, guns drawn. They find the floor littered with bodies and devil’s traps.
~*~*~
Nick is lying in bed. This time he sits up instantly when the woman reappears in front of the window.
“You’re dreaming, Nick,” she says. “But that doesn’t mean this isn’t real.”
“Sarah?” he whispers, staring at her. The cuts on her face are gone.
“I’m not your wife, Nick. I’m an angel.”
“An angel?”
“My name is Lucifer.”
“Sure,” Nick answers, shaking his head. “Naturally, um, could you do me a favor there Satan, and remind me to quick drinkin’ before I go to bed?”
“I’m here because you’re special, Nick. Very, very few people like you.”
“Is that so?”
“You’re a vessel. A very powerful vessel.”
“Meaning what exactly?”
“I need to take control of your mind and your body,” she answers, stepping forward. “To be honest…it will probably be unpleasant for you. But it is necessary—“
“Okay,” he interrupts. “Look, if it’s just the same to you, I think I’d like to wake up now.”
“I told you this is real. Don’t be afraid, this is your choice.” She sits down next to him on the bed. “You need to invite me in.”
“Even if this is real, which it’s not,” he answers calmly. “But, assuming it was? Why the hell would I do something like that?”
“You people misunderstand me. You call me Satan and Devil, but do you know my crime?” Nick shakes his head and she continues, “I loved God too much. And for that He betrayed me, punished me…Just as he’s punished you.”
Nick looks away and Lucifer continues, “After all, how could God stand idly by while that man broke into your home and butchered your family in their beds? There are only two rational answers Nick. Either He’s sadistic, or He simply doesn’t care.”
Nick turns to glare at her.
“You’re angry. You have every right to be angry. I am angry too. That’s why I want to find Him, hold Him accountable for his actions—Just because He created us doesn’t mean He can toy with us like playthings.”
“If I help you…can you bring back my family?” Nick asks softly, a tear sliding down his cheek.
“I’m sorry, I can’t…But I can give you the next best thing.” Nick looks away, and she adds, “God did this to you, Nick and I can give you justice. Peace.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
“Because contrary to popular belief, I don’t lie. I don’t need to. What I need? Is you.”
Nick doesn’t say anything.
“Nick, I need you to say yes,” she coaxes.
Nick flashes back through everything that’s happened, the empty swing, the crying, the blood, the swing, the blood…
“Then yes.”
From outside the house, the upstairs lights up with a serious whining white light.
~*~*~
Back at the hospital, Bobby’s muffled shout comes through the walls. “Unlikely to walk again? Why you snot-nosed son of a bitch, wait’ll I get out of this bed!”
The door opens and a doctor quickly rushes out, Bobby shouting, “I’ll use my lame leg to kick your freakin’ ass!” after him. Dean and Sam stand by the window as Bobby yells, “Yeah, you better run!” He turns to the boys. “Can you believe that yahoo?”
“Screw him, you’ll be fine,” Dean assures.
“So let me ask the million dollar question,” Sam says. “What do we do now?”
“Well,” Bobby answers grimly. “We save as many as we can for as long as we can I guess. It’s bad. Whoever wins, Heaven or Hell, we’re boned.”
“What if we win?” Dean asks and both Bobby and Sam give him incredulous looks. “I’m serious,” he continues. “Screw the angels and the demons and their crap Apocalypse. They want to fight a war? They can find their own planet. This one’s ours and I say they get the hell off it.” Walking around the bed, he continues, “We take ‘em all on, we kill the devil, hell we even kill Michael if we have to, but we do it our own damn selves.”
“And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?” Bobby asks.
“I got no idea,” Dean answers with a shrug. Sam glances at his brother as Dean adds, “But what I do have is a GED and a ‘give-em-hell’ attitude, and I’ll figure it out.”
Bobby looks at Sam with a half amused, half I don’t know what to think look, and Sam just shrugs. That’s Dean for you.
“You are nine kinds of crazy, boy,” Bobby tells Dean, who just shrugs again and answers, “It’s been said.”
“Listen, you stay on the mend.” He pats Bobby’s shoulder. “We’ll see you in a bit.”
They start to head out, but Bobby calls Sam back. Dean waits too.
“I was awake,” Bobby tells Sam. “I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that that was the demon talkin’. I ain’t cuttin’ you out, boy, not ever.”
Sam lets out a long breath. “Thanks, Bobby.”
“You’re welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but you’re welcome.”
Sam grins and follows Dean out the door.
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Okay, wow, this season is going to kill me going from laughing to crying. Supernatural is back people! Whoohoo! Absolutely fantastic way to kick off the season. I laughed, I cried, I sat there thinking, ‘I LOVE this show!’ Cas’s re-entrance was awesome, and Becky? Oh man, that’s just too funny. I’m glad Chuck’s still sticking around, I can’t wait for Sam and Dean to get back to being just Sam and Dean. Clearly it’s going to take a while, but I’m totally fine with that. No Ruby around, I’m happy. Great episode guys! Can’t wait for the next one!
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