Sunday, September 12, 2010

Time Has Come Today.


Previous Chapters:
And of course - The Intro.

******

Lush Coastal Rainforests of Central South Dakota.

Bobby heard a knock at the door. Being mid-afternoon he wasn't too concerned, but then again a hunter never can be too careful. He grabbed a flask of holy water and ambled to the door. He looked through the peep hole and could barely believe what he saw.

He opened the door, eyes wide. Across the threshold stood Dean, Sam, and an unconscious girl in Sam's arms. He hadn't seen the boys in over a year. The girl he didn't know. Instinctively, he splashed holy water on the whole lot of them.

Dean had known it was coming but still grimaced as the holy water splashed him. "Always good to see you too, Bobby."
Bobby shook his head in disbelief. "You boys come back from the dead more than David Hasselhoff's career." He stood back and allowed them in.

To appease Bobby, Sam and Dean purposely stepped through the Devil's Trap under the rug in the den. Sam set the girl down on the reading bench in front of the window.

"And how'd he get back exactly?" Bobby asked Dean of Sam. "I would ask if you sold your soul but, well..." He handed a small silver knife over to Sam. Sam bitchfaced, but cut himself quickly across the arm to prove he wasn't a shapeshifter. He cleaned the blade and passed it to Dean, who did the same.

"An angel saved me, we think," Sam said. He didn't want to explain to Bobby or Dean the memories that were slowly coming back to him. Besides, it wasn't a lie exactly. He was pretty sure it had to be an angel that got him out.
"Well good, because we got enough idjit crossroad deals to worry about," Bobby's voice dropped to a mutter at the end as he thought about Crowley. "Is that Cas?" He asked of the girl.
"No," Dean said. "It's a vessel. Her name is Alex. We were hoping you or Cas could help us wake her up though. You haven't heard from Cas, have you?"
Bobby shook his head no. "We can try the last number I have for him, if you want."
"Already tried it," Dean said. "It's cut off."

Bobby leaned over Alex to check on her. He slid open one eye and got no response. He picked up her arm and released it. It fell back to her side.

"What happened to her?" Bobby asked.
"She had angel in her," Sam said. "And she's been like this ever since it left. We need to talk to her."
"Archangel?" Bobby asked.
"No," Dean said. "But a powerful one."
Bobby exhaled audibly. "I'll see what I can find, I guess. Sounds like nothing but trouble."

Dean motioned for Sam to stay with Alex, then followed Bobby into the kitchen. Bobby got him a beer from the fridge and took one for himself.

"It's like a convention," Dean joked. "Every year at least one Winchester shows up on your doorstep back from the dead. This year you get a two-fer!"
"Sam all there?" Bobby asked.

Dean nodded.

"He got any of that demon blood left in him?"
"Doesn't seem like it," Dean said. "I don't know. It's like he's changed a bit, but he's still mostly the same old grumpy, lovable Sam."

They each took a swig of beer.

"Guys!" Sam called from the den. "You probably want to see this!"

Bobby and Dean abandoned their beers and ran back to the den. Alex was sitting up on the bench as Sam supported her back. She had a hand to her face. But she was consciously moving. After a few moments she wiped the hair from her eyes and looked around.

"Sam?" She said as she saw him first. She smiled. He returned it nervously. She continued to look around the room. "Dean? Bobby?"
"Have we met before?" Bobby asked.
"Do you know where you are?" Dean asked at the same time.
"Yeah," Alex said in response to both with a laugh. "I guess the question is...when am I?"
"It's 2010. September," Sam said.
"No frickin way," Alex said, taking it in. "Did I just get here...or have I been out this whole time?"
Dean and Sam confirmed it was the latter.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Dean asked.
"Fall of 2008. Dean Winchester is saved -- I remember hearing that." Alex nodded as she recalled it. "And I was still playing Heavenly host to Raziel."
"The whole time after we left?" Sam asked is disbelief.
"Most of it, I guess," Alex said. "I don't remember all of it...it was terrible. The things I saw; the things I did. I didn't want to remember any of it. Raziel was ordered to flee once the seals started breaking. Sounds like she dumped me somewhere."
"You were in Nebraska," Sam told her. "In a hospital that was covered in Enochian warding magic."

Alex thought for a moment, trying to put the pieces together. She shrugged. Didn't ring a bell.

"Is anyone gonna fill me in here?" Bobby interjected. "Or are y'all just gonna keep rolling on this damned vessel Class of '09 reunion?"

Dean started to explain, when his phone rang. It was Cas. Dean told him to get to Bobby's as soon as he could. Then he waited for Castiel to materialize next to him. A few moments later they all heard the door slam. Bobby picked up the silver knife Dean had set down. Dean backed himself against the wall the intruder would have to come in through to get the jump on him. Sam set himself in front of Alex protectively.

They relaxed when Castiel walked into the room. Everyone except Alex, who greeted the angel nervously.

"Hi, Castiel," she said anxiously.
Castiel shot her a stony look.
"You use the door now?" Dean asked Castiel.
"I was checking the perimeter," he explained. "To see if you were followed here."
"Demons?" Bobby asked.
"Angels," Alex answered.
"Angels?" Dean asked in echo.
"You said the hospital had warding magic on it? So angels couldn't get in? If I'm awake, it's because I needed to move so an angel could get to me," Alex said, staring at Castiel. "I'm not doing it again. I don't know if you can take back a 'yes,' but I'm changing my answer to 'no.'"
"We can argue about this later," Castiel said. "Right now our primary concern is finding that cache of bullets for the Colt. Where is it?"
"What's going on, Cas?" Dean asked.
"There is a group of rogue angels preparing to raise Semiazas," Castiel said. "Soon."
"Semiazas?" Bobby asked. "Commander of a league of half-angel, half-demons Semiazas? Fantastic."
"With willing angels to act as a cover," Castiel confirmed. "We need to find that cache. Where is it?"
Alex shook her head. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"The bullets for the Colt," Sam said. "The ones Raziel made from Dean's amulet."
"I don't remember any of that," Alex said. "Really, if I did..." she trailed off, trying to jog her memory.
"Raziel said she'd leave them in a familiar glove compartment," Sam recalled.
"You think they're in the Impala?" Dean asked.
Sam shrugged. "That's the most familiar one we've got. Worth checking out."

Sam and Alex started for the door. Dean shot Castiel an angry look and motioned to Alex. Help us protect her, Dean said without saying it.

"Wait," Castiel said, rolling his eyes. They stopped as he approached. He raised a hand and put it to Alex's ribcage. There was a momentary flash of light, and then Alex doubled over and coughed. "For protection," he said, shooting a look back to Dean. Alex now had the same protective marks on her ribs as Sam and Dean, making her invisible to angels.

Dean nodded in approval. "Thanks, Cas."

******

Sam, Dean, Castiel, Bobby and Alex were out in the lot behind Bobby's house. They went to the Impala, which was covered by a leaf-strewn tarp and a few puddles of water.

"Did you miss me, baby?" Dean asked as he approached. The car didn't answer.

With Sam's help Dean peeled the tarp back. The Impala shone in the twilight. Bobby tossed Dean the keys and he unlocked the car. Sam opened the passenger door and started fishing through the glove compartment. He shoved aside cell phones, a gun, the car registration, an ancient bag of chips and a few maps.

"It's not here," he called.
"Yeah, I'm not surprised," Dean said, leaning over the driver's side door. "We woulda noticed a bunch of bullets in there."
Sam stepped out of the car and shut the door. "So what, you think it's in one of the other cars?"
"Maybe it means something else? Like...a box or something? I dunno, Bobby, you keep a stash of gloves somewhere?" Dean asked.
"Oh yeah, I got three pairs of rubber gloves and then I keep my pretty flower gardening gloves hung up next to my Readers Digests," Bobby cracked.
"Super," Dean replied. "Let's start there. Bobby, Cas, come check the house with me. Sam, you and Alex check out here?"

Sam nodded.

******

Wild Goose Chase.

They searched for hours.

Dean, Bobby and Cas searched around the house. The sun had set and it was the middle of the night. In the basement. On the main floor. Upstairs in any room that wasn't boarded up. Bobby was shuffling books, papers, and furniture around on the main level. Castiel was pacing around the kitchen. Dean was combing through the basement.

Sam and Alex were still outside. They methodically made their way through the rows, searching any car that would open while initially ignoring the stacks of smashed cars. Car after car, they checked glove boxes and trunks and found nothing. Alex was moving along rapidly and practically had her moves down to a science as she entered and checked her 47th car of the night. Nothing.

She got back out of the car and almost walked right into Sam, who was waiting over her with two beers.

"Need a break?" he asked, handing her one.
"Yeah," she said. "Thanks."

Sam popped the caps off both beers and handed her one.

"Find anything interesting so far?" Alex asked.
"Oh yeah, some flasks, a few flesh mags, one empty wallet, lots of kid's toys, real great stuff," Sam replied. "You?"
"About the same. Funny how much you can tell about a person by what they have in their car."
"Spend as much time as Dean and I do in a car, it's like your whole life is in there." Sam sounded a bit bittersweet as he said it. He laughed to ease any tension.

Alex smiled weakly.

"It's weird seeing you guys now. It was kind of like you guys were ghosts for awhile there," she said. "And being out for two years...I mean, I know what I missed because Dean told me about it all in 2005. But seeing you both here now is surreal."
"Tell me about it. It feels like 5 years for you, but for me and Dean it feels like we just let 2005 two days ago."
"I wonder how much you guys changed by going back," Alex mused.
"Not much, it feels like. My parents still died, Azazel still came after me, Dean still went to Hell, I killed Lilith, I said yes to Lucifer..." Sam sighed. "Seems like the only thing that's different is that we knew to find you."
Alex snorted. "Lotta good that did. Knowing what I do now, I wish I could have warned you back then."
"Knowing what I do now, I wish I wouldn't have answered my apartment door at Stanford when you knocked," Sam teased.

They both laughed.

"Yeah. I can't believe Dean made me do that. I can't believe that was 5 years ago!" Alex lamented.
"What do you remember from the last 5 years anyway?" Sam asked.
"A lot of errand running. Raziel was helping to coordinate watchers. They're like angels that report back on certain people's actions to Heaven. Then Heaven decides if or when to intercede. We were watching you and Dean at one point."
"Really? When?"
"When that hunter Gordon was coming after you. You guys took care of it though so we backed off. I mean, Castiel had been watching you guys for a long time and he stayed. But after Gordon was dead Raziel moved on to another task."
"So you were like a Heavenly coordinator? Doesn't sound so bad to me," Sam said.
"That part wasn't so bad," Alex said. "But there was a lot of dissent. There were factions building in Heaven. Angels started chasing Raziel, trying to capture or kill her. We were running all the time. She killed other angels. Sometimes in their vessels. I watched people die and there was nothing I could do about it. After awhile I couldn't figure out who was right or wrong anymore. And I didn't want to be a part of it."
"And you went black the day Dean came back from Hell?" Sam asked.

Alex nodded. "By then the group of angels that had taken over was working to start the Apocalypse. Raziel went into hiding with a few other angels. Somewhere I couldn't go. So I asked to go home. I guess I got my wish, in a manner of speaking."
"Unreal. It's like the angels abandoned the fight. So much for watching over us," Sam said.
"A lot of angels stayed behind to fight. Cas for one," Alex noted.
"Right," Sam said. "Yeah, I guess they're not all dicks."
Alex laughed. "Besides Sam, you've always had someone watching over you."
"Having some demon watching you your whole life isn't something to brag about," Sam countered.
"Not a demon," Alex said. "Your brother. Dean's always watched out for you, just like you do for him. You guys don't know how lucky you are. Being an only child and an orphan, I can attest to it."
Sam thought about it for a minute. "I guess he does have a certain loyal quality to him that comes in pretty handy every now and then," he deadpanned.
"And he drives a cool car," Alex teased back.
"Yeah, he should really let me drive more often."
"Right, every once in awhile," Alex agreed. "I think he lets you drive more than you know."

Sam side-eyed Alex. She was looking at the rows of cars.
"Anyway, I'm glad you guys didn't forget about me," she said.

Their beer bottles both empty, Sam and Alex returned to the hunt. They wove through rows of cars and occasionally called out an interesting find to each other. No sign of the bullet cache. Sam grew weary and was ready to give up. He decided to run through one more row and then call it a night. His next car had a tarp over it. He quickly found the bungee and released it, then pulled the tarp back. A familiar sight greeted him -- the Chevelle Dean had been cruising around in while time displaced in 2005.

"Hey, Alex," Sam called. "Come here."
Alex ran over. "Hey! No way. That thing's been here the whole time?"
"I guess so," Sam said, trailing the roofline with his hand. "It wouldn't have meant anything to us until now though."

Alex asked if it was unlocked. It was. Sam slipped into the passenger's seat and opened the glove box. A small case slipped out. Sam caught it and opened it. Inside were 6 bullets -- the ones they'd been looking for.

"Good job," Alex congratulated him.
"Yahtzee," Sam said.

******

Back at the ranch.

Bobby had the registration for the Chevelle out. Though the car wasn't originally hers when Dean boosted it, they found the it was titled to Alexis Parker at her parents' address in Omaha and had been since Bobby found it on his lot in 2005.

"You're telling me your drove that base frame Chevelle all these years when you had that beauty sitting in your lot?" Dean asked, in shock.
"Wasn't mine. Granted I had no idea how it got here..." Bobby trailed off for a moment. "But statute of limitations is seven years. So I tarped her up and waited for the owner to claim her. Forgot it after awhile I suppose."
"We have the bullets, but do we have the Colt?" Castiel asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah, I got it," Bobby said. He went over to the fireplace and removed the slip to a hollow area of the mantle. Inside was his hunting journal, a few papers and the Colt. He took the gun out and placed on a table next to the cache.
"These bullets," Castiel said, opening the cache, "Will kill angels or demons." It was a distinction not lost on anyone else.
"What are we up against here, Cas?" Sam asked.
"The angel you met while time displaced -- Nathaniel -- is now leading a group of rogue angels," Castiel said. "Previously the group had been loyal to Zachariah, though I don't think he was leading the pack. I've been tracking them since the Apocalypse. Nathaniel knows I've been tasked with cleaning up Heaven but I'd led him to believe that my loyalties didn't necessarily dictate me preserving Heaven to accomplish that task. Unfortunately that cover was blown when we sent his gang of four packing last time we saw him."
"So he's not exactly expecting Christmas cards from you," Dean said.

Castiel shook his head.

"I wasn't working alone in it, though," Castiel said. "Nathaniel has been led to believe that Raziel is a required part of the ritual to raise Semiazas."
"Awesome, whose brilliant idea was that?" Alex asked sarcastically.
"Raziel's," Castiel intoned.

Alex sagged in defeat.

"Do we know where this whole shindig is going down?" Dean asked.
Castiel shook his head. "Not yet."
"If they're planning on raising a demon like Semiazas there's got to be other demons in the area. Whole lot of demon activity in southeastern Nebraska lately," Bobby said, and then snapped his fingers as he recalled something. "A group of hunters called me about a week ago looking for lore on familiar spirits." He went over to his bookcase and pulled out two books. "They'd found a hunter who had a demon laying latent inside. They were in the middle of a hunt when it woke up. Standard exorcism didn't work. Needed to use a hot brand first to break any binding..."

Bobby thumbed through one of the books until he found the page he wanted. Once he had it he handed it off to Sam, who read while Alex peered in from the side. Then Bobby opened the second book to a marked page on destroying angels. He handed that book to Dean, who read it over with Castiel over his shoulder. Castiel looked confused.

"Destroying angels act upon the will of God," Castiel said.
"Yeah, so?" Bobby retorted.
"These angels -- they're not acting under God's orders." Castiel looked perplexed.

"All I know is that the group of hunters in Nebraska found some demon with red eyes and a nasty pair of stubby wings that they didn't know hot kill. Then later they found a corpse stabbed by curve-edged blade with an ivory handle, and burned into the ground was what looked like a burned up pair of angel wings. They took the knife, tried it on that demon, and it worked." Bobby folded his arms as he finished.

Sam's eyes lit up. "So that's how they were convincing angels to willingly join Semiazas's army," he said. "They must have convinced those angels that this was what God wanted."
"Zachariah always talked about how God had left the building," Dean said.
"Yeah, but I bet it wasn't too hard to convince them that God had ordered this to happen before coming back. He stayed out of the Apocalypse, right? And now Heaven and Hell are both in disarray? I'd wait for it to get sorted out too," Sam reasoned.
"So they tell the angels it's the quickest way to paradise on Earth -- or whatever -- and they fall into line like the good little soldiers they are because they think they're helping Daddy out," Dean quipped. "The only thing worse than a self-righteous angel is a cocky self-righteous angel."
"Then they raise Semiazas and wipe out Heaven instead," Sam said. "And because the angels are bound to demons, there's nothing they can do to stop them."
"Which means the last people they're gonna want to see are Lucifer and Michael's true vessels," Dean concluded. "Two pretty good candidates to stop them."
"Yep," Sam agreed.
"Which is exactly why we should be there."
"Yep."

Dean smiled. It was one of those rare moments when he and Sam were on the same page. The rest of the team, however, looked baffled.

"You boys really think you can take out one powerful demon and his merry band of monsters? Can't imagine there'll be less than 10 of them," Bobby predicted.
"We'll need help. But we have an idea," Dean said, nodding towards Sam.

The group spent a few hours explaining, planning and strategizing. By the time the morning sun crept in through Bobby's windows, they had a solid plan in place.

******

The Impala was in the garage. Dean had it raised up slightly on jacks and was underneath it. Just checking his baby to make sure it was ready. On the next jack over, the Chevelle was being prepped for its next road trip. Alex and Sam had the hood popped and were inspecting it for readiness. The engine looked fine, but the spark plugs needed to be replaced.

"You gotta gap the points," Alex told Sam as she handed a new spark plug to him.
"I know," Sam replied tritely. "Hand me that matchbook."
Alex handed it over to him, impressed.
"I thought you said your brother didn't know much about cars," Alex said to Dean. "Seems like he's got plenty down."

Dean rolled out from under the Impala. He wiped his face, spreading oil across it. Alex threw him a towel.

"Where did you pick up this sudden wealth of grease monkey knowledge anyway?" Dean asked as he cleaned himself off.
Sam finished setting the spark plug. "From Dad," he said.

Alex watched Dean's face turn from confused to curious. Suddenly feeling like a third wheel, she made her exit.

"I'm gonna go see if Bobby has anymore 5w 30," she said, and left the boys to talk more about Sam's experiences in 1983.

She made her way into the kitchen where Bobby and Castiel were working on hex bags for the group.

"We still have to take care of that one too," Bobby said, nodding in Alex's general direction.
"We'll need something that will burn brightly for an extended length of time," Castiel said.
Alex was still holding a spark plug. "This should work," she chimed in. "Got any magnesium powder in this place?"
Bobby nodded. "That should work," he agreed.

******

Hastings, Nebraska.

Bobby had called the pack of hunters to prep for their arrival. The pack was moving southward in Nebraska. They all agreed to meet up in Hastings, the center of the last known demonic activity. Castiel had gone to figure out where the ritual would take place that night and would meet up with them later in the day.

Dean and Sam pulled the Impala into Prospect Park, with Alex and Bobby following closely behind in the Chevelle. The quartet exited their cars and met up in one of the park's open areas. Not too much later, a pickup truck with large fog lights over the grill and two spotlights on top entered the parking lot. A man and a woman got out and started walking towards them.

"Tom?" Alex called, recognizing the man. As he got closer, it was clearly Tom Bello, and he looked shocked to see Alex.
"Sam?" The woman called to the group. Sam squinted and after a moment could clearly make out Joey Woodson walking towards them.

The two groups convened. Tom hugged Alex. Joey slapped Sam.

"You don't even know what the last two weeks have been like for me," Joey said angrily.
"I probably deserve that too," Dean admitted.
"You deserve something all right," Tom said, leaning towards Dean. Alex held him back.
"Where's the rest of your party?" Bobby asked.
"Dead," Tom said, easing back to a normal stance. "We lost two in Ogallala about a week ago. And one more two days ago in Kearney."

Everyone was silent for a moment in respect. Tom eyed Alex in amazement.

"Alex. How are you...when did you...?" Tom stuttered out.
"Just a couple of days ago," Alex said. "I was in Omaha but blacked out for awhile."
"2008. You'd been out since September 2008," Tom said. "You just showed up on my doorstep one day in bad shape. You weren't making a lick of sense, and then a few hours later you were totally out. I checked you into the hospital but there was nothing the doctors could do. Did you just wake up on your own?"
"Well, Dean and Sam checked me out of the hospital and then I just kinda woke up," Alex said slowly.
"They didn't check you out Alex," Tom said. "I got a call from the hospital saying two men posing as FBI agents kidnapped you. I had two friends combing the area looking for you!"
"They were just trying to help," Alex said.
"Help, huh?" Tom dismissed her explanation. "You know Joey here? They tried to help her too. Every time Sam over there came near Joey a demon would possess her. He lived in her town for awhile and during that time seven people died. As soon as he left it calmed down. The next time she saw him? Ten more died. Oh, and did you know that those two started the Apocalypse?"
"Yeah, well we stopped it too, Chuckles," Dean said. "Which is more than I can say for your candy ass."
"Not exactly Hunter of the Year material, Dean," Tom retorted.
"Alright, nobody here likes each other, we get it," Bobby interjected. "We can keep crying about abandonment this or Apocalypse that. Or we could sort our damn feelings later and focus on the bigger problem breathing down our neck."

Everyone quieted.

"The four of us need your help," Bobby continued. "Think you can all put on your adult pants and work together for a bit?"

Everyone nodded.

"Well, good."

Bobby motioned for everyone to gather round, and began explaining each group's task to them. After a while Dean felt someone watching him, and turned around to find Castiel not too far off. Dean left the group and met Castiel halfway across the lot.

"There's a park in the southeast corner of town," Castiel said as Dean caught up to him. "That's where the ritual will happen."
"Looks like we got our version of Animal House in order here," Dean said. "Ready for the Homecoming Parade?"
Castiel stared absently in response to Dean's reference. "Is Alex ready?"
"Yeah," Dean said. "Look, Cas, just try to coach her through it a bit. Build up her confidence. This is gonna be pretty scary for her."

Castiel nodded. Dean slapped the angel on the shoulder and went to grab Alex. Sam came over with them as well.

"Alex," Castiel said when they returned. "In the event that this plan doesn't succeed, I will be sure to put in a good word on your behalf in Heaven."
Alex's eyes grew wide. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"He doesn't mean that," Dean said quickly. "Well, not like that anyway. This plan is gonna work."
"We could always put in another plant as Raziel," Sam offered.
"No, it's OK," Alex said, face in hands. "Honestly, I have heard that you guys rack up some pretty heavy collateral damage, especially with chicks on board, so uh, I'm gonna stick with Castiel. Especially with those kind of rousing speeches."

Dean and Sam nodded, and Sam took a vial out of his coat. He grabbed the book of matches out of his other side pocket, and lit the magnesium powder inside the vial. It caught between the spark plug tips and emitted a bright light, like angel grace. He handed the vial to Alex, who put it around her neck.

"Should last at least a few hours," Sam said.
Alex nodded.
"Don't take long," Castiel urged.
"We'll be there soon," Dean said.

The brothers watched as Castiel and Alex fluttered away and then Sam returned to the group meeting. Dean went to the Impala and took out a serviceman's uniform. He began changing into it.

Bobby went over to the Chevelle and took out a small sacrificing bowl. He dumped the contents of a hex bag into it and began reading a Latin verse. At Bobby's cue, Sam lit the contents on fire with a match.

"Did it work?" Bobby asked, widening his eyes at Sam.
"Your eyes still look the same to me," Sam said, shaking his head.
Bobby flipped the page in the book. "Oh, right. Acerbus," he said. His eyes flipped beetle black.
Sam backed away instinctively. "Uh, yeah, it works."
Bobby smiled. "Aduro." His eyes returned to normal. "Well, now you have one fake demon as your minion, Samifer. And you know the commands to show it off. Probably won't take them long to figure out it's not real though."
"Just needs to be long enough," Sam said. "I hope this works."

Bobby repeated the ceremony for Tom.

"Who here needs an amulet to ward off possession?" Bobby asked when he was done.

Tom took one of the amulets and placed it around his neck. Sam and Dean demurred. Joey did too. Sam side-eyed her and she shrugged.

"Guess I finally learned my lesson," she said, and lifted her sleeve to reveal a possession warding tattoo, not too dissimilar from Sam or Dean's.

Sam smiled back weakly.

Tom was tracking a storm on his smart phone. "Looks like they're down near the Good Samaritan Center still, if this thing's any accurate. We're gonna head that way. See you in the park, hopefully with a trail of demons on our tail." He motioned for Joey to follow him.

She wished Bobby and Sam luck and then trotted off to the truck after Tom.

"Guess I'm with them," Dean said, joining Sam and Bobby in his new duds.
"You be careful, Dean," Bobby said. "Let's try to all make it back in one piece for once."
"Good luck, Dean," Sam said.
"You too, Sammy, Bobby. See you soon." Dean turned and headed for the Impala. It roared to life and he followed Tom and Joey out of the lot.

Sam watched the Impala's tail lights disappear.

They got into the Chevelle, Sam behind the wheel, and headed to the southeast part of town. The sun had gone to sleep earlier, and the last light was fading into the night sky.

******

The road paved with good intentions.

Dean followed Tom and Joey down a well-lit road. They stopped about a block away from the Good Samaritan center and parked their cars. No one was outside the building. No one seemed to be in the area besides the three of them.

"You sure this is the place?" Dean asked as he got out of the Impala, with Tom and Joey waiting outside. They were each holding bags of rock salt.
"Yeah, this is it," Tom said. "Strong traces of sulfur all over the front entry, plus a back one too. The demons were here earlier today and I'm sure some of them stayed behind."

Dean popped the trunk and grabbed a bag for himself. They quickly sprinted across the street and to the side of the building. Making their way around back, Dean ripped open his bag of rock salt and poured a line at the back entrance. Joey got the surrounding two windows and Tom took care of the storm cellar. They made their way around the building, salting every exit.

When they met up again at the front door, Tom's eyes were beetle black from Bobby's spell.

"Dude, that ain't right," Dean said.
Tom smiled. "When in Rome..."
"Remember, front door is the only line that gets broken," Dean said. "And not until we're in the cars."

Dean and Joey returned to the car for the time being. Tom trotted up the front stairs, and Dean watched as he disappeared inside the building. Joey was in the passenger's seat, fiddling with her gun. Dean watched her for a few moments, amused.

About 10 long minutes later, Joey got a text.

"It's Tom," she recited. "He says there are 10 demons inside and five at the park. The ones at the park are meeting up in a dirt lot across a bridge from an island."
"Hope that's enough for Sam to go on," Dean said, and took out his own phone to relay the message.
"Time to crash," Joey said when the next message arrived.

Dean put on his utility serviceman's baseball cap. He trotted up the front stairs of the building and rang the doorbell. No response. After a minute, he rang it again. Joey ran up and hid next to the steps, guns in-hand. A slot on the door opened.

"Sorry, private party," a pair of eyes said from behind the door.
"Not here for the party," Dean said. "I'm from the county telco, and we got report of sparks and a downed line at your demarc. I just need to come in and check it out."
"Come back tomorrow," the eyes said. "We're closed for a private party."
"I would," Dean drawled. "But since this is a government building Central's all up on my ass about this one. Shouldn't take too long but if you don't let me take a look, a whole team will be out here in just a little bit."

The eyes stared Dean down for a moment. Then the slot closed. Dean silently cursed to himself. Then he returned to form as he heard the lock inside slide unlocked. Joey tossed him a shotgun from next to the stairs. Like a house door, the building's door opened inward. As it opened more than a crack, Dean kicked it in, sending the person behind flying backwards.

Dean rushed in with Joey quickly behind. They were careful not to disrupt the salt line at the door. Dean aimed at the demon on the ground.

"So what kind of party is this exactly? Exorcism? Hedonism? Last night on Earth maybe?" Dean asked.
"Semiazas is already here," the demon said to Dean in a taunting tone. "And you should be a lot more worried about what he's going to do you than me."
"I don't care," Dean said. "Stopping you is good enough for me right now." He pulled the trigger and the demon yelped as the rock salt bullet hit. Dean looked up and saw Tom barreling towards him.
"Go, go!" Tom said, waving Dean and Joey back outside.
"I think we got them riled up!" Joey said, turning Dean around and pointing him to the door.

Dean saw several demons giving chase, and though it wasn't in his nature to run it was in the plan, so he hopped the threshold and the stairs outside and took off in the direction of the Impala. Joey followed a few strides behind. Tom was providing cover, pushing the demons back with rock salt. As he backed his way to the door he dragged his foot to break the salt line.

Tom jumped the stairwell as Dean had and within a few strides caught up to Joey. Dean backed the Impala down the road. He made it to the pair. Tom threw the passenger's door open and jumped in while Joey hopped in behind Dean. Demons raced out of the building giving chase. Dean slammed the accelerator and the Impala roared forward. Tom checked the sideview to make sure the demons were pursuing.

"Looks like we got ourselves a chase, boys and girls!" Tom said, looking at both his passengers.

Joey was wide-eyed, alternating between watching the demons behind them and the road in front of them. She was pitched from side to side as the Impala squealed around corners.

Dean was focused solely on the road ahead. "Was that demon telling the truth about Semiazas already being here?"

"I don't know," Tom admitted. "How could he be...?"
"That demon those other hunters helped me kick two weeks ago," Joey said. "I'd bet anything it was Semiazas."
"Wait, that was you?" Dean asked Joey. "You're the hunter Bobby helped?"
"Yeah," Joey confirmed. "I started getting terrible headaches. Then a couple of weeks ago I blacked out, and when I woke up again I was strapped to a chair under a Devil's Trap."
"So Semiazas is probably here," Dean said, half-concentrating on the road. "Someone text Bobby -- now!"

******

Park of dense lushness.

Nathaniel spotted a small but intense glow approaching from the east. Castiel and Alex came into view not long after. They saw Nathaniel and four angels standing around a large fire. They were on an island in the center of a small pond and walked across a wood bridge to join them.

"I was beginning to think you had better plans, Castiel," Nathaniel said. "Good to see you haven't abandoned your brothers like some angels." He cast a wary glare at Alex, whose face remained expressionless as she'd been instructed.
"As a symbol of fraternity Raziel offers her grace for the ritual," Castiel said, motioning to the vial around Alex's neck. The brightness against the dark night obstructed his view into her eyes. "In return she expects all of the thrones to be protected."
"Are you serving as her translator now? The wheel and eyes in the sky has no voice of her own?" Nathaniel asked curiously.
"She's afraid of who might hear her," Castiel said. "This is her stipulation for participating."

Nathaniel stared them both down for a moment before turning his attention back to the four angels before him.

"Brothers, you see what Raziel has done for us," Nathaniel said. "Now it's time for you to do the same. Serve as a destroyer as we have been ordered, and help us to restore Paradise on Earth." He took out a blade, shorter than the angel-killing blades many angels carried but forged from the same silver. He handed it to the first angel in the line.

The angel inhaled deeply, and plunged the blade into his chest. Alex gasped and went slack jaw. Castiel quickly looked at her to warn her to keep quiet. She nodded, trying to avert her eyes from the scene. As the angel cut a hole into his own chest, a light emanated from within. When the hole was large enough the angel reached in and forcefully pulled his grace out. He handed the grace to Nathaniel, and fell to his knees as blood started to pour out. Nathaniel tucked the grace into a vial and capped it. Then he placed his hand on the angel's shoulder, and the wound healed. The angel remained hunched over, recovering. Nathaniel moved on to the next angel.

"Powder," Castiel hissed to Alex.

She took a small pouch out of her pocket and carefully poured the magnesium powder onto the ground just in front of herself and Castiel.

"Done," she whispered back quietly.

Castiel nodded silently in response.

******

Sam and Bobby split as they walked along the park edge. They could see the angels on an island to the west but weren't ready to crash the party quite yet. After consulting a map Sam and Bobby knew more or less where the demons were staked out. Sam was trying to fake the mannerisms of the devil that had been inside. Bobby tailed behind, and when they got close to the pack of demons he staked himself out behind a tree to wait for his cue.

Sam continued on. He gave himself one last internal pep talk when he saw the demons. Then he forced his face to take on an all too casual demeanor. He had already slowed his stride down to a more deliberate shuffle. One of the demons noticed him and pulled a knife. Sam strode right into the group.

"Hello everyone," Sam said coolly. "Room for one more?"
The demons turned to stare at him. "Who are you?" One finally asked.
"That's one of the Winchesters," another demon replied. "Sam."
"Winchester plus one," Sam said slowly. "And I think you know who the plus one is."
"Really?" The first demon said. "Because the way we hear it, Lucifer is locked back down in his cage."
"I suppose they said the same thing about Sam," Sam said, referring to himself in the third person. "Yet here we are."
"It's a trick," the demon retorted.
"Is it?" Sam asked tersely. "I'd expect a bit more respect after all I've done for you."

Sam held his hand up like he'd done so many times before. The demon laughed at first. Then it stopped, and a look of realization crossed its face. A beam of light emitted from its head and quickly faded. When it was gone, the demon collapsed.

From his stakeout spot, Bobby exhaled. It was the fastest Latin he'd ever spewed. He knew Sam didn't have long either -- the chant just knocked out the demon for a short time.

Sam lowered his hand. Three of the other demons cowered back. The demon who'd identified him as Sam stood his ground.

"Impressive," the demon said. "You'll have to teach me that one."

Sam didn't respond. He met the demon's eyes. The demon walked up to Sam. As it drew closer Sam felt himself freeze, unable to move.

"Thing is, Lucifer probably wouldn't need this," he said, reaching into Sam's pocket and pulling out the curved blade knife that had killed Ipos. "Would he, Sam?"

Sam didn't respond.

"And Lucifer probably wouldn't respond to this," the demon said, and threw his arm up. Sam went flying backwards, landing on his back yards away.
"Crap," Bobby said from his stakeout point. He heard tires squealing in behind him. He hoped it was Dean and team.

Sam worked to pick himself up from the ground. As he got to his knees he felt intense fire in his gut, and pitched forward. The demon approached him.

"I must say I'm impressed by your commitment," the demon said. "Did your brother really send you in as the lamb to slaughter? I never liked him much, but you Sam? You've always been on my radar."

Sam spat out blood, still hunched over.

"It's probably too late to lead any armies now, Sam, since Lucifer has pretty much claimed you and I hate sloppy seconds," the demon said. "But I will put in a good word for you down in Hell. Guess you'll have some time to brush up on went wrong while you're down there."

Trying to speak, Sam coughed violently. The demon eased its grip slightly.

"Semiazas," Sam managed to choke out.
"Yes," Semiazas said. "I know Nathaniel thinks he's raising me and my army tonight. Well, he's half-right. I've been here on Earth for about 5 years now. Which you already knew. I rode along with that host for a long time. And then when I heard that the Apocalypse was over and neither Heaven nor Hell won, I saw the opportunity I was waiting for -- just like the angels promised. So I jumped ship to a more battle-ready host and just waited for all the cards to fall into place. Of course, it seems the angels I was working with are gone now. But that's OK. I would have wiped them out anyway."

Semiazas re-tightened his grip on Sam. Suddenly, the demons behind him all collapsed in the same manner as the first one. Semiazas wheeled around as they collapsed in a heap.

"How are you doing that?" Semiazas asked with genuine curiosity.
"He's not," said a voice off behind Semiazas. Dean emerged from the shadows and splashed holy water onto Semiazas, breaking the demon's concentration on Sam as the water burned into him.
"I knew you were somewhere around here," Semiazas said through gritted teeth.

Once the holy water burned off he tossed Dean away, sending him flying towards the trees. He landed not too far from where Bobby was stationed. When Bobby was sure the demon wasn't watching, he stepped out to help Dean.

"I'll get in there with you," Bobby said.
"No way," Dean said, clutching his side. "Stay here. You're our plan B."
"Great," Bobby agreed grudgingly. "I love watching practically everyone I know get the crap kicked out of them."

Dean stumbled towards Sam as Joey and Tom burst out of the shadows from separate directions. They each had knives, and as they ran by Semiazas they sliced him in both front and back. Joey stopped quickly after the first pass, and prepared to make a second one. As she ran towards Semiazas, the demon backed away from the slice of her knife and recoiled with his own stab of the knife he'd pulled off Sam. Semiazas plunged the knife into Joey's side. She fell to the ground in pain.

"Sam, the Colt!" Dean said as he fell forward to his brother. Sam was recovering slowly from the gut-wrenching pain he'd been in the prior several minutes. He nodded at Dean, and pulled the coat from one of his inside pockets. Dean helped Sam up and they started running back towards Semiazas.

Tom made his way to check on Joey, who was writing on the ground. The wound didn't look to be fatal but there was a free flow of blood. Tom went to tear part of Joey's pants to make a tourniquet but found himself flung away before he could do so. It gave Dean and Sam time to make their way up. When Semiazas turned to face them, he found himself staring down the barrel of the Colt.

"This is the problem with you Winchesters," Semiazas said. "You never think plans all the way through." He brushed the Colt aside.

"Guess you'll have plenty of time to brush up on where you went wrong," Sam said.

He pointed the Colt back at Semiazas and fired. The bullet pierced the demon's skull. His eyes lit up red and charges of light crossed his face before dissipating. Then the demon fell to the ground, dead.

"It worked," Sam said, surprised.
"Good to know a few angels aren't lying dicks," Dean agreed.

They didn't have time to celebrate the victory. Instead they ran to join Tom and Bobby at Joey's side.

"She needs to get to a hospital," Tom said. "She won't let us drive her."
"Don't need it," Joey said, her face pale. "I can get to the hospital myself."
"Called an ambulance," Bobby said. "Should be far enough away so that other group of troublemakers won't see anything. By the way, Joey texted me a little while ago. Said Semiazas was probably already here."
Sam bitchfaced. "Thanks for the warning."
"I'll take Joey out there," Tom said. "You guys go stop that ritual." Dean, Sam and Bobby nodded.

Sam rotated the Colt's chamber to reload. They were late for their rendezvous with Castiel and Alex. The trio started running to save their friends.

******

Simultaneously, and then some.

Oblivious to the fight nearby, Nathaniel was standing by the fire, chanting over it with all four angel's graces plus Raziel's fake grace in their vials. Both Castiel and Alex were silently panicking as neither the Winchester brothers nor the groups with them had shown up. Concerned they were in it alone, they'd moved on to plan B.

Castiel was palming his angel-killing blade. Alex had her own blade supplied by Castiel. Slowly, Castiel slid closer to Nathaniel, ostensibly to watch the ritual in more detail. Nathaniel could see Castiel out of the corner of his eye but ignored him. Alex held her position outside the fire pit, while the willing angels kneeled ready in wait to be paired with a demon and to become a destroyer. After the last line of the chant, Nathaniel slammed the vials into the fire.

The magnesium reacted to the heat by flaring up violently, and Nathaniel was nearly burned by it. He slid back and away from the flames. It gave Castiel a chance to advance quickly, and he quickly shuffled up next to the other angel and went for the stab. Nathaniel grabbed the knife and twisted it around, twisting Castiel's arms in the process. Nathaniel thrust both of their hands towards the fire until the heat forced Castiel to drop the blade. Nathaniel shoved Castiel back and took a moment to straighten himself out.

"What was that all about, Castiel?" Nathaniel asked. "That was quite the tantrum you just threw."
"I don't know how you think this process could serve Heaven in any way," Castiel said.
"It might not. I don't really care anymore. Heaven, Hell, it doesn't matter to me. The only reason I took this path is because at least they have a plan, which is more than I can say for the home office." Nathaniel's eyes sunk back a bit at the end. He kicked the blade away from the fire and further from Castiel.

From behind them, Alex rushed forward to help Castiel. Nathaniel put his hand up and Alex was immediately knocked over. Her blade went flying.

"Don't want to rush this guys," Nathaniel said. "It's the best part."

A thick cloud of black smoke started to rise from the fire. It split into four streams and poured into the mouths of each of the four angels. They all collapsed on the ground for a moment, and when they came to, they arose recharged, with eyes burning red. Nathaniel watched and then turned back to the fire. He waited for more to happen.

They heard a gunshot off in the distance. Alex and Castiel exchanged looks. Nathaniel continued to watch the fire. After a short time he realized nothing else was going to happen and got visibly upset.

He wheeled around to face Castiel and Alex.

"I might have predicted you'd hold out on me," he said to them. "Where is Raziel?"
"Far away from here," Alex snapped.
"Well, that's kind of a problem for me. I need Semiazas to properly control those destroyers over there."
"Semiazas is already here," Castiel retorted. "But he's not long for this world."
"Where is he?" Nathaniel asked.
"Done for," Alex retorted.
Nathaniel looked at them both angrily. "Where is he?" he asked again, charging Alex.
"Alex, now!" Castiel said. Alex pulled a lighter out of her pocket and backed up. She tossed the lighter onto the magnesium powder and it erupted, bursting in extremely bright light. Everyone shielded their eyes. The shock pushed Nathaniel off-balance and he fell backwards towards the fire. Castiel could see Nathaniel falling from under his arm, which he was using as a shield. He rushed forward to catch his brother.

"You don't get off that easily," he told Nathaniel. He grabbed the blade from the ground, and quickly shoved it through Nathaniel's neck. Cas felt the thrust of an angel's wings first spreading, and then vaporizing. The body collapsed backwards onto him. Castiel pulled the blade and let the body fall to the ground next to him.
"Cas, look out!" Dean called from not too far away as the destroyers swarmed him.

Alex quickly flipped her knife like a spear behind her shoulder and hurtled it towards one of the part-angel, part-demon monsters. It hit one square in the back, knocking it down temporarily.

"Cas, get down," Sam said, and Castiel quickly shrank down to the ground. Sam tracked the monsters with the Colt and shot them in quick succession.

Dean and Alex slid down into the fire pit to check on Castiel. They pulled the monster corpses away from their angel friend. Bobby found a bucket of sand just outside the pit and threw it over the fire to quiet it down a bit.

"You alright, Cas?" Dean asked as his friend dusted his hair off.
"My faith in plan Bs moving forward is somewhat bolstered," Castiel replied. "But I would have much preferred plan A."
"I'm just impressed we had two plans," Dean cracked.

Alex and Sam nodded their OKs to each other, then Bobby added his own. Everyone that was there was alright.

"Let's bury these idjits and get the hell outta here," Bobby suggested. Everyone else nodded in agreement.

******

Lush Coastal Rainforests of Central South Dakota.

Alex, Tom, Castiel and Bobby were gathered around the folding table, each with a hand of cards in front of them. Alex had a small pile of chips left; Tom and Bobby each had a respectable pile and Castiel had by far the lion's share. Dean and Sam were off to the side watching the scene with amusement, while Joey lay not too far away, propped up by pillows in a makeshift window seat.

Sam caught Alex's eye.

"He's got an amazing poker face!" Alex defended herself against Castiel.
"The deck is cyclical," Castiel replied. "The chances of getting a favorable card are increased when you play in a large group."

The hand ended with Bobby winning it, and Alex found herself out of chips. She excused herself to join Sam and Dean.

"We're gonna head out soon," she spoke on behalf of herself, Tom and Joey.
"Headed back to Omaha?" Dean asked.
"After we drop off Joey, I think so. For now anyway," Alex said. "Castiel said Raziel has no need for me at this time. It sounds like I can try to rebuild my life. Maybe even start a new one."
"You gonna go back to school? Sam asked.

Alex shook her head no.

"She's gonna become a hunter," Tom said from the table.
"Absolutely not," Alex retorted immediately. "But I might help out from time to time."
"That's how it starts," Bobby leaned in to tell his tablemates in a stage whisper.
"Seriously though," Alex said, ignoring the jokers. "If you guys are in the area and ever need anything, you better call me."
"We will," Dean said.
"Definitely," Sam quickly agreed.

Alex cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah, I don't believe you. But, maybe that day will come," she said slyly. "Bobby, you have my number?"
"Yes ma'am," he replied.

"Well, that does it for me," Tom said after losing the round. He came up to Alex, Sam and Dean.
"Ready?"

Alex nodded sadly.

"Sam, it's been a pleasure," Tom said, holding out a hand. Sam shook it. "Dean, it got better," Tom said. Dean smiled and offered a handshake of his own, which Tom took. Tom went to help Joey up. Sam went over too.

"Joey, I am sorry about every time we ever met," Sam said, shaking his head.
Joey laughed, and then grimaced from the pain. "Sam, the only one who has it worse around you is your brother. You guys just take care of each other, OK?"

Sam nodded and agreed. He gave Joey a gentle hug. Dean waved a goodbye, giving Joey his well-wishes. Tom told Alex they'd meet her at the car.

"We got a pretty Chevelle and I'm stuck in the back. Can't even drive my own damn car," Alex said with a chuckle.
"I feel your pain, believe me," Sam said.
"Guys," Alex said. "This has been the quickest five years of my life. What say we take the next five a little easier?"

The boys smiled.

"Of all the girls I've known through Dean, you're my favorite," Sam said.
Alex laughed. "Thanks." Sam wrapped her in a bear hug, pulling her off the ground at one point.
"You're a great guy, Sam," Alex said through muffles. "I loved being around you."
Dean, never one for goodbyes, was more direct. "I'm glad this story has a happy ending," he said. "We don't get many of those."
"Hold on there, pal," Alex replied. "This isn't over! I mean, you guys are going to come visit! I'll even make pie."
"Right," Dean said with a smile. "That's a deal."

He roped her into a long hug. Afterwards, she said her farewells to Bobby and Castiel. And then Alexis Parker walked out of Bobby's house and roared away in the Chevelle.

“I feel a headache coming on,” Dean said. “Damn Earth is spinning.”
“I’ll drive,” Sam offered.

Dean shot him down with one look.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Let's Make A Deal.

What is this?

Dean's eyes snapped open in the Chevelle. The radio was blasting Credence Clearwater Revival's "Bad Moon Rising." He switched the radio off. It was dark outside, and he was parked in a vaguely familiar parking lot. The passenger seat was empty. Where was Sam? Dean leaned out the open driver's side window and looked for his brother. He saw no one around. Just one building not too far off with way too many lights on. Goodland. He was back in Kansas.

Confused, Dean leaned back into the car. He was startled to find Alex had materialized in the passenger seat next to him. He quickly realized it wasn't actually Alex.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?" he asked Raziel.
The angel nodded at him. "I need to show you something. Follow me." She opened the passenger side door.

Dean did the same on the driver's side. He followed Raziel up to the building. As they got closer he recognized it as the funeral home he and Sam had been at just the day before. They mantled up to the side of the building.

"We're gonna go in," Raziel told Dean.
"You crazy? We're unarmed!" Dean said.
"This is just a memory, Dean. They won't be able to see us and we can't interact with them. Think of it like a video," Raziel explained.
"Whose memory?" Dean asked.
"Nathaniel's," she answered, and tapped Dean on the forehead.

******

They were transported into the room. It was the conversation Sam had seen. Nathaniel and a demon were arguing over a table in the center of the room. Ipos stood off to the side.

"Mastema is dead," Nathaniel said. "There are angels who've been called back here. They didn't come alone either. I thought we would be further along than this by now."
"We have almost all of the angels we need to raise Semiazas's army," Ipos said. "So quit your bitching."
"You shouldn't have killed off that vessel yet. Now Raziel's gone into hiding and we have no idea where. And she's the only one who knows the alchemy for the Colt bullets," Nathaniel said.
"That moron couldn't even keep up with the Winchesters after we killed the vessel. Lost them in plain sight," the demon at the table said.
Nathaniel shot the demon a dirty look. "They have cloaking symbols on their ribs. And Castiel has gone rogue. There was no way I could follow them."
"Are you sure you weren't just scared?" the demon taunted Nathaniel. "Should have just killed them off right there. Before they disappeared."

"Don't you get it, you idiot? We need them alive," Nathaniel said. "If Lucifer hears that his true vessel is wiped out and in Heaven, who's the first demons he's coming after once he's out of the cage? And if Michael's true vessel is wiped out then the host of Heaven comes after me. We need the Winchesters to think that they've been kicked out of the picture so they come after us, but not until we're ready. Not until we have the right bullets for that gun, and not until Semiazas has the right army ready to try to take down Lucifer, Michael and the rest of the angels. Why do you think I talked Mastema out of taking Azazel down in Kansas all those years ago? We weren't ready."

"Sounds like cold feet to me," the demon snarled.

Nathaniel smashed a fist into the table angrily and the demon countered, sending some trinkets flying. Nathaniel held up a hand, and the demon went crashing back against the wall. "We do this right, this whole chess game ends and we hold all the pawns. We do this wrong and we end up in places worse than the worst thing you could imagine. I didn't come back and set this whole plan in motion just to have some random mouthy demon shut me down now."

Ipos stepped forward and held both hands out. Nathaniel was pushed back against the wall and to the ground. The other demon was released from his grip, but fell down by Ipos's hand. Ipos reached down and grabbed one of the trinkets the demon had knocked off the table. It was a talisman.

"We have the last vessel we need, and all the blood spells held right here," Ipos said to Nathaniel, tapping the talisman. "We can open the gate and bring Semiazas here tonight. Or whenever you decide to grow a pair."
"Fine. Let's go then," Nathaniel said, getting up slowly.

******

Dean turned to Raziel.

"So, all of this? Mastema, Ipos, Semiazas, the whole thing, was Nathaniel's idea?" Dean asked.

"I have reason to believe he's acting under someone else's orders," Raziel said. "But I don't know whose. When this is over, maybe I can help Castiel sort it all out. This all started after you and Sam stopped Lucifer. The angels in Heaven who betrayed their loyalties to God got together and decided to try a new plan with a different set of demons. They sent Nathaniel back in time to talk to Ipos and Mastema, both of whom were roaming the Earth. They are trying to change events as you know them. They want to take down Michael, Lucifer, any and all of the angels. You can't let them succeed."

"You seem to have it all figured out," Dean snapped. "Why don't you help us?"
"Ipos is a powerful demon," Raziel said. "If I show up in a vessel that's mixed bloodlines, he could easily cage me. Even Alex might not be enough against him. Right now there's nothing to keep me alive. They'll drag me to Hell and force me into their army. They need you and Sam alive right now. So you're the best two hunters to do this. Maybe the best two, period."

"What was with that alchemy stuff they were talking about?" Dean asked. "Lucifer told us the Colt can't take him down."
"It might not be able to," Raziel said. "But you don't use a buckshot to take down a rhino, do you? I know how to make stronger bullets for it. To take down more powerful demons. I don't think any other angels know how to do it. And I will help you make those bullets, Dean. But you need to help me first. That talisman Ipos has? It has all the blood spells in it. Break it. Even if you don't kill Ipos, it will free Alex and the rest of the vessels."
"Sure. Easy as pie," Dean muttered.
"I know you can do it, Dean," Raziel said, backing up. As she did, her voice took on an echo. "Now it's time for you to wake up. Dean, wake up! Can you hear me?"

Raziel became blurry. Dean blinked a few times. A bright light flared up, and Dean threw his arm in front of his face to shield himself.

******

Ankeny, Iowa.

"Dean? Can you hear me?" Sam was hissing as loudly as he could without yelling. With all the demons sure to be in the area, he didn't want to get too loud. Dean finally shook awake and Sam heaved a sigh of relief. The older Winchester sat up slowly.
"What happened?" Dean asked groggily.
"I don't know, man," Sam said. "One minute you were digging around in the trunk, the next you were on the ground like an amateur boxer after the opening bell. KO'ed."
"How long was I out?"
"Not long," Sam said. "Maybe a couple of minutes. I was about to abandon you for a coffee."
"Funny," Dean retorted. "Bitch."
"Jerk," Sam reflexively responded.

They heard crackling and movement off in the distance. Dean wanted to tell Sam about his dream, but it would have to wait.

Sam reached into the trunk and took out provisions. Dean did likewise.

"Ready to do this?" Dean asked.
"Not really," Sam sighed. "This is a terrible plan."
"Yep," Dean agreed. "At least we're in agreement on that. So I take it you're ready?"
"Yep," Sam said.

******

Facing the elevator music.

"Dammit, Sam, wait up!" Dean was calling, trying to keep up with his taller brother's strides. Sam pretended to ignore him, confidently striding towards the entrance to the mine. "We can't just barge in there," Dean said as he caught up to Sam, grabbing him by the shoulder. "We need to be smart about this."

"That's rich coming from you," Sam retorted sharply, and loudly. "So far your plans have gotten Dad killed, me killed and you killed more times than I can count. You know what? I'm sick of your plans. I never get a word in edgewise."
"OK, OK," Dean hissed, motioning for Sam to calm down and be quiet. "No need to wake up every freaking demon within 50 miles of the place."
Sam shrugged. "Maybe I don't care if they all come. Maybe I want them to."
"You don't mean that," Dean said.

Sam shrugged again, looking around. In the darkness he could barely make out anything. He hoped nearby demons were overhearing this. Dean shot him an equally hopeful look. They both hoped they weren't putting on a show with no one else around to hear it. They quickly put their angry faces back on.

The brothers saw a flashlight appear to their right and a man strode up to them.

"Hey there!" he called, shuffling up to them. "You boys lost?"
"We're looking for a demon, about yay high," Dean half-jokingly demonstrated Ipos's height. "Might have come down this way with a woman in tow?"
"Demon? You drunk or something?" The man asked. "There's no one around here for miles. Nothing to see here. Why don't you two just head back to town?"
"Can't do that," Dean said, bringing his gun up to the man's face. "Sam..." Dean waited for Sam to start latinating.

Instead, Sam came up beside Dean and shot him a dirty look. Alarmed, Dean gave his brother a confused look. Before Dean could take any action, Sam butted his brother over the head with his shotgun. As Dean collapsed to the ground in a heap Sam watched the other man's eyes flip beetle black.

"I want to talk to Ipos," Sam said. "Consider this my good faith gesture." He motioned to his unconscious brother.

The demon weighed its options. After a few moments it nodded, and picked up Dean to drag him into the mine. Sam followed slightly behind. Worst plan ever, he thought to himself.

******

Sam heard voices inside the mine. He wasn't sure how much of the ritual they'd missed. He heard the crackle of fire and the smell of smoke filled his nostrils. There was an elevator down into the mine on the left and to the right a group gathered around a fire in a prep room. Ipos was in the middle of the group, standing over a table with a few candles on it. He was holding something in his hand. A talisman.

The demon dragged Dean to the far side of the room and dumped him on the ground. Just as the Winchesters had hoped. Sam watched as the demon searched Dean for weapons, taking out his gun and Ruby's knife. Then it came back to Sam and shook him down. Sam willfully handed over his shotgun. The demon found a knife inside Sam's jacket as well. The demon took the weapons over to Ipos. As the crowd parted to let it in, Sam saw Joey tied to a chair next to Ipos. She looked unconscious. Her head was slumped forward with her hair over her face. Ipos placed the weapons and talisman on the table and moved through the crowd to face Sam.

"Sam," he said in a disappointed tone. "I thought we agreed you were not a suitable candidate for this ritual."
Sam recoiled. "I didn't come here to stop you," he said.
"I'd say that plan failed anyway," Ipos said, heading back towards his sacrificing bowl.
"You're right about the angels you know," Sam called. "They're jerks. They convinced me and my brother to say yes, just to settle some dumb sibling rivalry. And they'll never leave us alone. I'm just tired."

Sam's gaze was locked on Ipos, who turned away. The demon went back to the fire and motioned for another demon to step up. It did, and Ipos quickly slit the demon's throat and bled him out into a chalice. The demon eventually collapsed as Sam watched in horror. After a few more steps in the ritual Ipos turned back to Sam.

"So you changed your mind then? You want to lead an army now?" Ipos asked.
"I just want it to be over," Sam said. "I don't care how it happens anymore."
Ipos considered Sam's offer to surrender. "What about your brother?"
"He wants to keep fighting. I don't agree."

Off to the side of the group, Dean opened one eye to a slit, just enough to the light in. Then a bit more. He peered around from his vantage point on the ground. The entire group of demons, all five or so of them, seemed focused on Sam and Ipos. Assured no one was watching Dean opened the other eye. He felt around in his jacket. The demon had taken Ruby's knife from him, but tucked inside a zippered pocket was the ivory curved-handled knife that could put Ipos away. He palmed it and slowly sat up, watching the group around the fire intently the whole time. Five demons was less than he'd predicted but would still be a lot for Sam and him to handle. He plotted how to take them down.

Ipos lifted the chalice and began chanting. As he did, Joey groaned and lifted her head up, and then back in the chair. As Ipos continued, the five remaining demons stood in a circle around Ipos, facing him. One by one, a small blast of light pierced their skulls and each demon collapsed. Sam and Dean had seen a similar ritual performed by Lucifer once before. It was not good. Slowly smoke began to escape the body of each demon, circling around Ipos and Joey.

"How about a little test then?" Ipos called back to Sam. "Ready to spill some blood?"

Sam ruminated for a few moments to stall, and then slowly approached Ipos. The demon handed Sam Ruby's knife and held Joey's head back. Semi-conscious, her eyes opened and rolled back.

Dean crawled up to the table, trying to stay out of Ipos's peripheral vision. He reached up by feel, looking for a weapon to grab. He felt something and instinctively took hold. Suddenly Dean felt himself grabbed by invisible forces. Ipos pushed Dean away from the circle as Sam watched.

"Did you have a nice nap, Dean?" Ipos asked. "Were you ever actually knocked out?"

Ipos smashed Dean into the wall in the back of the room. Cringing in pain, Dean checked his hands to see what he's managed to grab. It was the talisman. Laughing, he held it up for Ipos to see. The demon's face dropped. Dean spun the talisman by its chain a few times to rev up, and then smashed it into the hard stone floor. It smashed, releasing black smoke that sank into the ground. The blood spells were undone.

"I knew I should have killed you when I had the chance," Ipos said, starting to move towards Dean.

The demon twisted his fist and Dean started choking. Smoke was still circling Ipos and Joey with Sam just outside. Sam lunged forward, grabbing the demon from behind. He smashed Ipos down into the ground and then pushed the demon's head down hard. Sam pulled him back up by the hair. The grip on Dean released, allowing him to stand and run over to Sam. He quickly pulled the ivory-handled knife.

"Here goes nothing," Dean said, and plunged the knife into Ipos's neck.

The demon screamed, and a reddish light lit up its face momentarily. Then the demon's host body went limp as Ipos died.

Sam let go of the body and stood up. He ran over to Joey. Dean grabbed their guns off the table.

"You alright?" Sam said, pulling Joey to her feet gently.
"No," she said, rubbing her arm.
Dean joined them. "How did you end up here?" he asked Joey.
"I don't know," she said. "I waited for a few hours after you boys left. Then I got a call to come to Goodland to meet up with my contact. When I got there a pack of demons was waiting instead."
"I'm just glad you're OK," Sam said. "Let us help you back."
"Where you boys off to? Maybe I can help?" Joey asked.

To both Joey and Sam's surprise, Dean brandished his gun.

"Don't tell her anything, Sam."
"What are you doing?" Sam protested.
"You said you headed to Goodland to meet up with your contact. How'd you beat us there?" Dean asked.
Joey shrugged. "Guess I knew a shortcut you boys didn't."
"Yeah, I'll bet you did," Dean said. "Some of that good ol' demon hoodoo, right?"

Joey smirked. "OK, you got me. Right after you left, these two men knocked on the door. Said they were there to pick me up," she said. "Next thing I know I'm sitting in this meatsuit and listening to that fool try to open a gate," she said, motioning in Ipos's direction.

Dean and Sam watched in horror as Joey's eyes turned into liquid black pools.

"Thanks for taking care of Mastema and Ipos for me by the way. They had outlived their usefulness."
"Semiazas. How long have you been in Joey?" Sam demanded to know.
"Not too long. This poor thing, she's been around the demon block, hasn't she?" Semiazas said. "She makes a nice host though. Almost used to it by now."

Sam charged Joey and landed a punch to her face. Dean pulled him back and aimed the gun back at Joey.

"Tell ya what, I like it when you boys do my dirty work for me," Semiazas said. "And the way I hear things you boys are gonna try to take care of Lucifer too. That's great. I like the idea of taking him on weakened. I think I'll lay low until after that. Unlike those two, I can wait."

Before Sam or Dean could see anything, Semiazas-in-Joey grabbed the gun her captor had been holding and slammed each of the boys in the head with it. When they woke up she was long gone. Dean shook his head and took out his cellphone to call Castiel.

******

Lush Coastal Rainforests of Central South Dakota.

At an open area in Great Bear Park, Castiel materialized in a small cluster of trees. Just in front of him, several trees had very recently fallen. An inquisitive group of onlookers had gathered and, deciding the fallen trees were an odd coincidence, had selected that area as their play spot. Around him, children ran around playing games as a cluster of parents sat on fallen tree trunks in the sun.

There was a patch of recovering mud, dirt and earth that had been recently disturbed. A child was pushing a bulldozer along the top it, complete with sound effects. When a small patch of dirt began to rise and fall, he quickly ran the bulldozer over it to press the ground down. It continued to move on its own. The mud split apart slightly and more of the ground began to move.

"Mom!" The child called, quickly jumping up and running away. He ran to his mother and pointed back to the spot where he'd been playing.

Castiel saw this unfold and knew that was the spot. He approached the earth as it continued to breathe. A small group watched him from a seemingly safe distance. A hand broke through the earth and reached up. Castiel grabbed it and pulled upwards. The ground rose and then broke apart as Castiel pulled Alex out. She cleared the emergence hole and fell to her knees on the ground, coughing.

A stunned group of onlookers watched this all unfold. A concerned parent grabbed his child and quickly backed away.

Castiel helped Alex to her feet and dusted her off. Mud remained caked to her. Cas tapped her on the forehead and she disappeared. He himself vanished shortly after, leaving a confused group of people and a six-foot hole in the ground.

******

Dean laid down rubber turning into Bobby's. He sloppily parked the Chevelle, threw the car into park and practically exited the car while it was still running. Sam grabbed his laptop from the back seat and followed Dean to the house.

"Calvary's here!" Dean called as he entered the house.

He and Sam made their way into the den. Bobby was slumped over his desk. Castiel stood in front of one of the bookcases. Alex sat on the bench in front of the window, freshly showered. She looked at them with an empty stare. The Winchesters knew right away something was off.

"You didn't have to come all this way to thank us," Dean snarked at Raziel.
"I made a promise to you and I intend to keep it," Raziel replied.
"I made one too, to Alex," Dean said. "She alright in there?"
"She's fine," the angel replied, standing up.
"Bobby OK?" Sam asked.
"He's fine too. But he's not going to remember anything having to do the Winchesters from the future when he wakes up."

Dean shot an angry look at Castiel. His friend shrugged in return. Nothing he could do.

Spotting his amulet still around Raziel's neck, Dean stepped forward to take it back. "Guess you won't be needing that anymore," he said. Raziel put her hand over Dean's and smiled.

"Just a few more minutes," she said. She stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Sam, Dean and Castiel followed. Raziel took a pan out from the stove drawer and set it on one of the burners. She turned on the burner and set the heat to high. She turned the oven knob to preheat.

Sam and Dean exchanged looks.

"Making us a celebratory dinner?" Sam asked.
"Sort of," Raziel said. "Can you grab me that mold off the kitchen table please?"

Sam went to the kitchen table and found a mold in the shape of six bullets. He brought it over to Raziel. Castiel watched the exchange, intrigued. The pan started to give off heat. Raziel took a hex bag out of her pocket and opened it. Inside were what looked like minerals. She dropped them into the pan, held her hand over it, and gave a command in Enochian. The fire under the pan intensified and the minerals began to melt. She took off the amulet and removed it from its string. Then she dropped it in too. Dean grimaced.

The metals melted and mixed together. Raziel never took her eyes off the pan. Castiel moved closer to the stove to get a better look. The Winchesters inched forward too. Raziel lifted the pan, mixing the elements together until they bled from three colors into one. When the mixture was complete, the soup bubbled and gave off steam. She quickly took the pan to the mold and poured the mixture into each of the six molds. Then she put them in the oven.

"A parting gift for you," she said to the Winchesters.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked.
"Not me, you," she said. "You're going back to where you came from. For now the threat is over. And these bullets -- for the Colt -- will be waiting for you here at Bobby's when you need them. In a familiar glove compartment. Did you tell Sam everything you saw when we last met?"
"In the dream? Yeah," Dean said. "So things are changing from here on out, then? Because I'm gonna notice not having that amulet around."
"No, you won't," Raziel replied with a small smile. "Castiel helped me slip a replacement to your past self a couple of weeks ago."
Sam frowned. "I guess we know why the God GPS didn't work now."

Dean pursed his lips and agreed.

Raziel nodded. "It's time for you two to go back. I have some things to discuss with Castiel. He'll follow not too long after."
"We promised Alex we'd make sure she's OK," Sam insisted.
"She's fine," Raziel assured him. "You guys did what I needed you to do."
"What about Nathaniel?" Dean asked.
"That's part of what I have to talk to Castiel about. And no offense, but you guys aren't a part of that."
"The hell we're not," Dean said.
Raziel put her hand up, and neither Dean nor Sam could move. "The time will come for you to finish this job. But that time has not come today. When it does, you'll know."

She walked towards Sam and Dean, and placed a hand on each of their foreheads. "Thank you," she said. "Sorry about the rough landings when you both arrived back in time. I'll try to do better this time." Everything around them faded into a white light. The last thing the Winchesters saw were the .

******

Cicero, Indiana.

Dean awoke with a start, feeling the world spin around him. He sat up slowly, groaning. Once again he found himself next to a tree, a tall oak. But this time at least he wasn't in a crater below ground level. He got himself up to his feet and looked around. It was either late afternoon or early morning. After some internal compass adjustment he decided it was early morning. Dean wasn't sure exactly where he was at first. He exited the cluster of trees and found himself near the Bear Slide Golf Course. Not too far of a walk from where he'd last parked his truck. Assuming it was when he thought it was.

He started walking up East 75th Street. His phone rang. He snapped it open.

"Yeah?" he said gruffly.
"Dean?"
"Sam?"
"Yeah."
"Where are you?"
"Uh, Noblesville. Indiana. Where are you?"
"Cicero. Don't move. I'll come pick you up."
"K."

Dean picked up the pace. He ended up at the construction site. His truck was waiting for him, just where he'd left it. He hopped into the cab, grabbed the keys out of the glove compartment and fired it up. Then he headed south towards Noblesville. When he got to where Sam was, it took his brother a moment to recognize Dean.

"Where's the Impala?" Sam said with a slight degree of shock as he jumped into the cab.
"Sold it for scrap metal," Dean said with a sly grin.

Sam's eyes went wide, showing the whites.
"No, not really," Dean quickly said. "She's safe at Bobby's. Under a tarp."
Sam got in and buckled up. He looked to the radio. "Is that...an iPod dock?" he asked incredulously.
Dean shrugged. "Ben likes to listen to old AC/DC. The radio stations around here suck," Dean said.
Sam bitchfaced. He wished he had one of his emo albums with him for payback.

******

Pig 'N A Pokeless Diner.

After confirming that they were in fact in 2010, Dean and Sam each had a coffee in front of them. Every so often one of them would take a sip. They were still trying to reconcile the events of what to them were the past few weeks. To the rest of the world, everything was the same and not much time had passed at all.

"Heard from Cas?" Sam asked Dean.
"Nope," Dean replied.

Sam scratched his head. He processed their options. He shrugged.

"You think it means something, that we got plucked from now, back to then, and then sent back to now?" Dean asked, hoping that made sense.
"You think this is when Semiazas makes his reappearance?" Sam asked in return.
Dean nodded.
"I think so too," Sam agreed.
"Well, if Cas isn't here, then I know of one other person who might be able to help us," Dean said.
"Alex," Sam agreed. "Wish I had my laptop."

Dean pointed at Sam to wait, and then reached into the bag he had with him. He pulled Sam's laptop out.

"Huh? Huh?" Dean said proudly as he handed it over to Sam.
"Should I be worried about viruses?" Sam asked.
"Not the kind you get on a computer," Dean cracked.

Sam rolled his eyes and opened the laptop. He started researching Alexis Parker.

An hour and a half later, he still hadn't found anything recent. The last information he could find was from late 2008, when she checked into a hospital in Nebraska. Dean told Sam to try Tom Bello. Sam wasn't able to find much recent info on him either. In 2005 he'd plead guilty to involuntary manslaughter and served 2 years in a state penitentiary followed by 9 months in a halfway house. His last known address was in Omaha from 2008.

"I say we head that way," Dean said.

Sam agreed.

******

Omaha, Nebraska.

Dean and Sam pulled up in front of Tom Bello's last known address. On the way Dean had filled Sam in on who Tom was. And what he was. They were in FBI suits just in case. No way of knowing whether Tom would remember Dean. And if he did remember Dean, no way of knowing what his reaction would be to seeing Dean again.

"This place is familiar," Dean said. "It's where his parents lived."
"Well, guess we oughta check it out," Sam said, exiting the truck.

They walked up to the front porch. The EMF in Sam's pocket stayed quiet. Sam knocked on the door. "Hello," he called in. "Tom Bello?"

They waited. Nothing. They knocked again.
"Sir," Dean tried. "We'd like to talk to you about Alex Parker."

Still nothing.

"He's not there," a voice finally called from not too far away. The neighbor, an older man.
"Is this where Tom Bello lives?" Sam asked.
"Yes, but he's away right now," the neighbor said.
"Do you know when he's coming back?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Monday. He's at the Nebraska Medical Center, just like he is every weekend."

The Winchesters traded looks. They thanked the neighbor and headed back to Dean's truck.

"That's Alex's last known location," Sam said as they climbed in.

******

Nebraska Medical Center.

Still in their FBI suits, agents Tyler and Perry found out that Alexis Parker was a patient in the mental ward, and had been there since late 2008. The head doctor grudgingly allowed them to visit the patient.

"We're not concerned about dangerous patients, doc," Dean said. "We've seen them before."
The doctor eyed Dean. "She's hardly dangerous. Just don't expect her to carry on a conversation with you either."

They walked through the ward and to a quiet wing. An orderly showed them to Alex's room. The door was already open. Alex was in a wheelchair, facing the television. Her back was to Dean and Sam.

"Ms. Parker," Dean said sternly for good effect.

The orderly scoffed, shot Sam a look and left the room.

Dean approached Alex. "Alex," he whispered, bending down to be at eye level with her.

Sam moved in closer as well.

Dean twisted himself to face Alex. She continued to stare straight ahead, at the television. Dean's face fell. Sam bent down and saw the same. He waved a hand in front of Alex's face. Nothing. Dean shook her lightly. No response. Her body was there, but it appeared her mind was gone. Sam watched his brother's body sag. Dean's face turned stony.

"I can't fucking believe it," Dean said. "But I should have known."
"At least she's alive," Sam tried.
"You call this alive?" Dean asked. "She's one vegetable short of a salad. Who knows if she's actually awake in there or not?"
"Probably not," Sam lamented.
"They use them and then they dump 'em," Dean said angrily. "Angels are dicks."
"Maybe Cas can help her," Sam said after a minute.
Dean, who'd been pacing in front of the window, stopped. "You think?" He asked optimistically.
"I don't really know," Sam said. "But maybe he could, or Bobby. I just...don't want to leave her like this."
Dean nodded in agreement. "Alright, we're busting her out."
"You don't just want to bring them back here?" Sam asked.
"No, I think we take her with us. Now."
Sam stood up and nodded. "Think you can manage that thing yourself?" he asked of the wheelchair.

Dean nodded.

"OK," Sam said. "Meet you out front in 2 minutes." He went outside the room to the waiting orderly and started asking questions. As he asked, Sam led the orderly down the hall and away from the room.

Once they were out of earshot, Dean leaned out of the room to check the area. There were two nurses in the hall he was sure he could sweet talk. No one else. Alex wasn't hooked up to any machines which made it easier. He carefully wheeled her out into the hallway, and took off in the opposite direction from the way Sam had led the orderly. Dean made it through one set of double doors, staring straight ahead and trying not to make eye contact with anyone. That plan was blown in the next hallway as he wheeled by a security guard staring intently at him. Dean met the man’s eyes. The guard watched Dean wheel Alex past and then called after them. Dean picked up the pace. The guard started walking after him. Dean started running.

The guard gave chase but Dean was faster. He wheeled Alex around a corner and out of the hospital wing. Sam was already out front waiting. They ran to Dean's truck and Sam started loading Alex in.

"Hurry," Dean urged him, getting into the driver's seat and starting the truck.

Sam was lifting Alex in when he saw what looked like movement in her face An expression. Confusion? Or recognition? She took Sam's arm. He heard yells from security behind him and wheeled around. He saw the guards running their way and he saw the building in an entirely new light.

"Dean," Sam said. "The wing -- it's covered in Enochian warding magic!"
"How can you tell?" Dean asked, squinting to try to see it.
"It's Alex, she's showing me somehow."
"Well great," Dean said. "We can play charades later. Can we just get the hell outta here already?"

Sam belted Alex in on the cab's back bench and then slid the passenger seat back into place. He climbed into the truck and Dean quickly peeled out of the spot and sped off. The guards were unarmed so they gave chase for a bit before giving up.

"Bobby's?" Dean asked Sam.

"Yeah," Sam said. "You might want to make a stop to trade plates though."

Dean nodded. Then he laughed. "On the road again, Sammy!"

Sunday, August 29, 2010

A Little Less Conversation, Part 2.

What is this?

Goodland Cemetery.
Night Of.

Sam and Dean stashed the Chevelle near the entrance to the cemetery and then made their way into the final resting commune. Sam grabbed their new knife while Dean packed the Colt and their usual weaponry. When a crying girl ran into them, they quickly extracted as much information as possible. Her name was Jen, her boyfriend Brian was dead, and their friend Brad had killed him. Dean ran her to her car while Sam moved ahead. He spotted a group of people gathering around an obelisk. As the younger Winchester drew closer he saw more tell-tale signs that something was going down: a small fire, candles, and then a woman screaming. Sam picked up the pace when he heard that. He snuck up behind a nearby mausoleum to listen in.

The men Sam had seen earlier sprayed a symbol into the ground between headstones. In the center was a monument that had what looked like a bird bath on top. They placed candles at certain points and then one of the men grabbed a chalice and a knife. He approached the group and motioned for some of them to leave. Sam watched the demons heading off towards a truck. The rest off to the side. One man came up, holding a shotgun to a woman. Sam leaned in further and realized the woman was Joey. She had beaten them there.

Joey screamed as the man got closer. "Stop!" she cried.

As Brad drew closer to her his eyes flipped beetle black. Sam looked back to check for Dean but saw no signs of his brother. He wasn't eager to watch demons finally finish off Joey. The need to save her took over, even if it meant putting himself in harm's way.

"Hey!" Sam called from behind the group. "Is this the right party?"

Sam watched as they all turned around to face him.

"Guess my invite got lost in the mail," Sam said, flashing his pretty new knife.
"Sam Winchester," the demon said. "You're always invited."
"Let her go," Sam ordered, pointing at Joey. "She doesn't have a part in this."
"I'd like to," the demon lied. "But we do in fact need her. See, we need to use her blood to open the gate. And you're done with her now that you have that, aren't you?" He motioned towards the knife.
"You need someone's blood? Use mine," Sam growled.
The demon laughed. "Sure, Sam," he said. "It can't be just anyone's blood. And you're just an innocent little lamb, aren't you? I think not. Besides, we've got other things lined up for you."
"Let her go, Mastema," Sam said again, moving forward.

The man in the roughneck button-up, who'd been watching all the events unfolding from the side, came forward. "Not Mastema. Guess again," he said. "I can see the confusion -- we've never met. Later on you can ask your brother if a demon named Ipos means anything to him." Ipos was right in front of Sam by that time, locking eyes with Sam menacingly.

Sam heard a roar behind him and spun around to see the Chevelle charging towards them. He quickly ran to get out of way. The demon holding Joey did the same as Dean charged into the crowd, sending demons everywhere. He smashed the Chevelle into the mausoleum the group had been gathered around. The commotion was enough to disperse the group. Dean pulled himself out of the window and on top of the Chevelle's hood, where he stood with a bullhorn.

He started reciting the exorcism chant he knew by heart. Most of the demons covered their ears, tried to hide or tried to run out of earshot. But as Dean quickly made his way through the verses the smoke began to pour out of the meatsuits, and eventually the demons lost hold of their meatsuits and spilled into the night. When they were done, Dean jumped down from the roof of the car. He came up next to his brother and nodded a greeting.

"Did I miss anything?" Dean asked with a grin.

Sam was glad to see his brother, but Ipos didn't look as amused.

"I think you parked in my spot," Ipos said from not far away, and held out an arm.

The Chevelle groaned and leaned, before finally flipping over and sliding out of the way. It rolled back onto its wheels a good hundred yards away, a little worse for wear. Dean and Sam exchanged looks. They saw the binding mark on his wrist. No exorcising this demon.

"Don't you have some yellow-eyed thing to chase after?" it asked.
"We are. Two places at once -- we're just that good," Dean snarked.
"Sam I can understand being here. He has a demonic fate to try to break free from. This girl is someone he knows. But you Dean? Death just follows you. Who's going to die tonight? We're not ready for you to start the big party quite yet." The demon continued. Dean's face turned grim.

The demon held his hand out again, and this time Dean and Sam themselves went flying backwards. Sam lost the knife on the way back. They landed a few yards back. Ipos picked up the knife.

"It's cute," the demon said. "Collect them all!"
"Who are you?" Dean asked as he slowly picked himself back up. "Since you already know who we are."
"You don't recognize me, Dean?" The demon said, somewhat disappointed. "Maybe if I was still wearing that campus security guard?"
"Ipos," Dean realized. "So, what's the plan? Kill a few vessels? Bring on the Apocalypse? Fry along with the rest of us when Lucifer goes postal?"
"The vessels are means to an end," Ipos said, still admiring the knife. "To the angels. Those righteous, conniving, self-indulgent pricks. You know some of them want to bring on the Apocalypse more than the demons do. It was easy to convince a group of them to help us. I couldn't care less about the Apocalypse. But the angels? They all need to die." Ipos paused and turned back to Dean. "You're a vessel, aren't you?"
"We're the vessels," Dean growled sarcastically.
"Right," Ipos nodded with a smirk. "That's what they always say. A long time ago, that's what they told me too. But there are things they don't tell you about hosting an angel. How it ravages your mind and your body. How they never let your bloodline go. How if an angel dies inside of you without finishing their task, you don't always get to go to Heaven."
"You were a vessel?" Sam didn't believe it.
"I only asked for two things. For my family to be safe, and to see them again when I was done. I got neither. And after my human life was done I ended up in Hell. I have been waiting a very long time for this chance." Ipos concluded.
"The angels may be dicks," Dean countered. "But you demons aren't winning any Miss Congeniality awards either."

Ipos balled his hand into a fist and twisted it, and Dean and Sam were both collapsed onto the ground in pain. "Truth is I'm under orders not to kill either of you right now," Ipos said. "But I am seriously considering it anyway."

With the brothers writhing on the ground Ipos turned and walked back to the other demon and Joey. He stopped suddenly when a bullet shot into his skull. He turned back to see Sam holding the Colt, smoking from the bullet it had just launched. Sam was looking at the demon somewhat sheepishly.

"That wasn't very nice Sam," Ipos said cooly as the anger rose in him. "That wasn't very nice at all. Way to waste a bullet."
"It wasn't a waste," said Dean, who had used the distraction to run up to Ipos. He grabbed the knife. Ipos showed off quick reflexes, shoving Dean backwards. Sam helped Dean recover.

The brothers heard the cry of dogs from somewhere off in the distance. Sam helped Dean up from the ground as Dean sputtered, "Hellhounds." Sam turned back to trade words with Ipos, but the demon was gone. All of the demons were in fact gone and Joey had disappeared with them.

"Dammit," Sam said, exasperated.
"We gotta get out of here," Dean urged. He was already on his way over to the Chevelle.

Sam looked around the cemetery one more time to determine where the demons had gone but he still saw nothing. Dean fired up the Chevelle's engines to convince Sam to get in. After an angry slap to the car's frame, Sam folded himself into the car.

******

Lush Coastal Rainforests of Central South Dakota.
Aftermath.

Dean parked the slightly smashed Chevelle in the lot. He and Sam sorely got out of the car and walked up to the door. Inside, Bobby and Castiel were leaning over a book. They didn't notice Sam or Dean return; they were engrossed in conversation.

"It would depend on if she still has the amulet," Castiel was saying. Dean cleared his throat and the angel and man looked up.
"Where have you been?" Castiel asked, concerned. "We've been trying to reach you for over a day."
"Goodland," Dean said. "It was wiped clean by Semiazas and Ipos. They used Croatoan."
"Croatoan?" Bobby asked. "That's some serious firepower."
"No kidding," Sam said.
"Did you find Ipos?" Castiel asked.
Dean nodded. "Ipos is gone. With Joey..." He trailed off.
Sam looked away. He pulled the Colt out of his jacket and tossed it on the desk. "This thing was useless, as usual," he said with more than a little frustration in his voice.
"Wasn't the only fun we had in town," Dean continued. "We met an angel. Nathaniel. One of yours?"

Castiel's face turned concerned. "Does he know I'm here?"
"Didn't seem to," Dean said. "Though he was asking about you. Who is he?"
"An angel that works for Zachariah," Castiel replied. "And at this time, higher-ranking than me. Bobby showed me the sigil you and Alex found in Nebraska. It's specific to Nathaniel. I think he is working with Ipos."
"Great," said Dean. "Just perfect."
"Is he one of the angels you thought was coming after us?" Sam asked.
"Possibly. Whenever an angel travels through time we are supposed to report ourselves as being out of sync," Castiel said. "I thought it better to try to lay low. Especially since it's unclear whose side some angels are on. If I'm caught..." he trailed off.
"You'll get a stern talking to?" Dean laughed. "Look at you all rebel without a cause!"
"We definitely have a cause, Dean," Castiel countered.

Dean started to say something but thought better of it.

"They're getting closer," Castiel shook his head as he spoke. "We need to hurry. While you two were gone Bobby and I were working."
"Wanna share with the rest of the class?" Dean asked.
"Just...talking," Bobby demurred.
"Talking? Or plotting?" Dean asked coyly. Castiel started to say something but Bobby stopped him.
"We were just talking. Plotting. Stupid stuff," Bobby said.
"Stupid stuff?" Dean regurgitated.
"Yep," Bobby said. "Stuff just stupid enough to work."

He waved the boys over and they gathered around the book. Dean got a little more excited as he read each line of the ancient text. The ritual had two parts to it: first to call Alex back from Hell, then to summon the angel Raziel. Castiel warned them all that the angel was somewhat unpredictable and quite powerful. He was also concerned about whether Alex was done with her task or not. And with Ipos still alive, there were risks. Dean was predictably impatient and wanted to use the ritual to summon Ipos as well. They debated the best plan for a while. In the end, Castiel won out.

"You may not like what you see," Castiel warned them.
"Wasn't that hard on the eyes," Dean replied with a hint of a smile.

******

"A little to your left," Bobby was saying from his perch on top of a truck.

It was dusk and the light was quickly fading from the sky. The headlights were on to help Dean, Sam and Castiel see. The Chevelle sat parked perpendicular, its headlights also shining towards the trio on the ground.

Castiel pointed where he thought Bobby wanted him. Bobby nodded and the angel moved to that spot and began spraying an enochian symbol into the ground with white spray paint. He was almost done creating the sigil, one that instead of sending an angel away would lock it into place. Sam, about 10 feet behind Castiel, was spraying symbols of his own with another can. From memory he sprayed the symbols of a Devil's Trap into the grass and dirt, along the path Dean had outlined for him. Dean was on Cas's other side, finishing off the concentric circles. He was tempted to spray a big X in the middle but held himself back. He poured holy oil along the pattern of the innermost ring.

Bobby could see the whole thing -- a circle inside a Devil's Trap inside a sigil, with holy oil thrown down for good effect. He held up the tracing he'd made from one of his books to ensure the pattern looked right. Once satisfied, he called the boys off from their spraying.

"I think we're done," Bobby said. He was satisfied with the work.

Dean ran over and jumped first into the truck bed and then joined Bobby on the steel roof of the cab. He admired their work too.

At ground level, Sam was skeptical.

"You sure this is the right kind of tree?" Sam asked Castiel, motioning to an ancient-looking oak just a few feet away from the circle.

Castiel nodded. "It's the grounding point the oldest angels use to travel through time. This is the closest one to Bobby's," Castiel said.

Bobby had similar misgivings up on the truck.

"We're trying to summon an angel from Hell. What happens if a demon tags along for the ride? Or worse?" Bobby asked Dean.
"We get rid of it," Dean said stubbornly. "And then we try again."

Sam walked up to the truck. "Guess we're ready." He said cautiously.
"Terrific," Bobby said. "I'm glad we're by my place so I get to clean up whatever mess you idjits stir up." He jumped down from the roof, into the bed and then down to the ground. He lowered the tailgate. A small sacrificing bowl and a book were there, as well as a bag of dust.

"Take your positions," Bobby cracked.

Dean jumped down from the truck and stood in front of the Chevelle. He took out the ivory knife so it was at the ready. Sam stayed in front of the truck and took out the Colt, fully loaded. Castiel walked across their masterpiece and took his place across the way from Sam, close to the shadows. He palmed an angel-killing blade just in case.

"Here goes nothing," Bobby said, sprinking some of the dust into the bowl. A bone, some herbs and a bit of oil were already in there. He struck a match and dropped it into the bowl. Then he picked up his book and started chanting.

The wind picked up. Sam wheeled around to check for anything behind them. Hard to say if the wind was nature or summoned. Bobby continued reading. They heard buzzing, and Dean noticed the Chevelle's headlights flickering. He turned to check his car as the radio turned on. All static at first and then quickly shifting through the stations. The headlights continued to flicker and Sam jumped away as one of the truck's broke. Then the other. Castiel started to run back towards them but a bolt of lightning struck down and the holy oil on the ground caught fire.

The Chevelle's headlight casings shattered. They heard cracking as the tree swayed heavily in the wind. Bobby finished the incantation and grabbed his shotgun, joining Sam in front of the truck. More lightning flashed down and started to ball up in the center of their symbol. The tree continued to heave and crack until finally it split in two. Energy rushed out of it.

"Shut your eyes!" Castiel yelled, but Bobby, Dean and Sam had already shielded their eyes from the light. Castiel watched as something materialized inside the perimeter of the holy oil.

All of the energy dissipated. The wind died down. Dean drew his arm down. He could see a silhouette inside the circle of holy oil, but with all the headlights out he couldn't see who it was clearly. He slid back against the Chevelle's body and grabbed a flashlight. Over at the truck Bobby and Sam did the same. Castiel made his way to the edge of the symbol. Dean ran over.

A girl was inside the flame, slowly picking herself up from the ground. It wasn't Alex. She was shorter with red hair. Dean and Sam's faces fell as the girl stood up slowly. They had summoned someone -- or something -- else. Castiel tilted his head.

"Alex?" He asked.
"It's not her, Cas," Dean replied.

The girl was rubbing her forehead. Back on her feet, she didn't seem to be all there. Eventually her eyes focused on the men around her.

"Castiel?" she asked, focusing on the angel first. He nodded. "What happened to me?"
"Who is that, Cas?" Sam asked.
"Sam?" The girl interjected. Sam looked at her in confusion.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Alex," the girl replied, shocked Sam didn't recognize her.

Bobby, Dean and Sam looked to Castiel. The angel was still fixated on the girl.

"Prove it," Dean said to her.
The girl thought for a minute. "You always throw scissors in Rochambeau," she said to Dean. "Sam takes two multivitamins every day -- a Men's 365 and a Flinstone tablet."

Sam looked at Dean and shrugged. Her info was spot on.

"Can someone stop that screaming?" Alex asked.
"Ain't no one screaming," Bobby said cautiously.
"You're kidding, right? It's practically all I can hear," Alex replied.
"Alex," Castiel said. "You're possessing someone."

Everyone looked at Castiel in surprise.

"Oh my god," Alex said. "You're kidding. So I...wow. It really happened. No wonder I feel so weird. Why?"
"Possessing...so, she's a demon?" Dean asked. Castiel nodded. "Do the eye thing!" He urged Alex. She shot him a dirty look in return.
"We summoned you as I told you we might," Castiel continued. "Ipos is not dead. It wasn't safe to try to raise you. But we need to talk to Raziel."
"I don't understand...how will that work? Don't I kind of need my body for that?" Alex asked.

Castiel motioned to Sam, who had a mirror in-hand. Sam tossed it to Alex through the fire. She took one look and immediately put a hand to her face. "My cousin!" she gasped, recognizing her host.
"It's not perfect, but it's the same bloodline," Castiel said. "Raziel will know it's you in there. You can grant her entry to a temporary vessel. It should work."
"Let's just get this over with," Alex replied. "I can't even imagine the years of therapy my poor cousin is going to need after this."
"How many are there?" Castiel asked. "How many angels are down there? How many are lost?"
"There are 15 that I know of," Alex said. "And probably more. There are 3 angels that have not broken yet. They are have not crossed to demons yet."
"Did you find it?" Castiel asked, not defining 'it.'
Alex nodded. "More than enough."
Castiel nodded. "We're ready then," he said.

They backed away slightly, and Castiel nodded to the others. Bobby started chanting again. The trees around them started swaying. The big oak started rumbling and cracking. The holy oil fire around Alex swirled and she looked up. The area around her became brighter. The men couldn't hear anything but Alex seemed to be listening. She nodded. The flames flew upwards, engulfing her.

"Alex!" Dean called, running forward. Castiel caught him by the arm and shook his head, warning him to stay back. The flames died back down and then out. Once again they all faced a girl, uncertain of her identity.
"Raziel?" Castiel said uncertainly. The girl blinked a few times.
"Castiel?" she whispered. Then she smiled. "Only you would come up with this."
"I improvised," he said bashfully.
Raziel looked to the others. She nodded to Bobby. "Sam, Dean," she greeted the brothers.

Unsure of what to say, Sam and Dean just stared.

"She's one of the good ones, right?" Dean whispered to Castiel.
"I think so," Castiel whispered back. "I've never actually met her before."

Dean wasn't inspired by his friend's answer.

"This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I called you back here," Raziel said. "This vessel will not last long."
"It's a work in progress," Sam replied. "We just need some help."
Raziel nodded. "I want to help you. And your brother. In exchange you know what I need."
"Ipos took off. We don't know where he is. And he has one of our friends," Sam said, laying it out.
Raziel's eyes danced for a few moments. "Iowa. Ankeny."
"There's a gate there?" Dean asked.
She nodded in reply. "Ipos is going to raise Semiazas tomorrow night. You boys need to stop it from happening. "
"Yeah, I'm sure he'll be real happy to see us again," Dean muttered.
Raziel demurred. "Maybe happier than you think. Especially Sam over there."
"All that demon blood crap? We are not going back to that," Dean said.
"No need," Raziel replied playfully. "They might just think Sam is the chosen leader for their army though. Popular rumor circling around Hell about this time period from what I hear."
Sam cocked an eyebrow. "Mastema..." he trailed off. "You planted a rumor in Hell that I was going to lead a demon army?"
Raziel shrugged and smiled. "Not to Azazel," she said. "But since it was already an idea, I just...spread the word a bit. And did you know that Dean is the only human that can start the Apocalypse? It's true. Semiazas has a plan to start it so that he can take Lucifer out himself. Not without the Winchesters though."

Dean nodded, bemused. Sam chortled and shook his head.

"Guess we know why Mastema was so interested in me now," Sam said to Dean. "That's one mystery solved."
"So how do we stop him?" Dean asked Raziel.
"You have the knife. That will stop Ipos. I'm still working on the way to stop Semiazas. Don't let Ipos finish the ritual tonight."
"What about Joey?" Sam asked.
"I hear you guys are pretty good at saving people," Raziel said, looking around. "You might just have to start with yourselves. Castiel, they found you."

Castiel's eyes widened and he spun around, looking for other angels in the area.

"Help us," Castiel said to Raziel, but she shook her head.
"This vessel couldn't take it," she said. “I’m sorry.” Raziel left the temporary vessel. Alex's cousin collapsed. Dean ran to her.
"Alex," Dean said, shaking her. Her eyes flipped open, beetle black.
"I can't stay either," she said. "I have this sudden urge to beat the crap out of you. I don't know how much longer I can hold this in."
"Yeah I get that a lot," Dean teased.
"Guess that's what Hell does to you," Alex said.
"We're gonna get you out of there," Dean said.
"I hope so. You have no idea what I had to do to get here. Don't leave me stuck down there."

"Dean," Sam said, motioning across the field. Several angels were approaching, led by Nathaniel. Sam and Bobby ran to the truck and traded their flashlights in for shotguns. Sam grabbed an extra one for Dean.

Alex smiled weakly at Dean, who leaned in towards her. He started the exorcism, quickly flying through the verses. Alex's cousin started coughing and the smoke poured out. It trickled into the grass as Dean tried not to watch. And like that, Alex was gone again.

Dean helped the girl up to her feet and led her over to Bobby's truck. He told her to hide in the footwell, which she did. Dean slammed the door shut and took the extra gun from Sam. Not that a gun was going to do much good. Dean surveyed the scene. Bobby winced in disbelief.

"Looks like he's got a goon squad with him this time. You think they're angels or demons?" Dean asked Sam.
"Still got that blade?" Sam asked Dean.
Dean still had it. "I'll cover you," he said to Sam, who nodded and ducked around the truck.

Castiel stepped up to face Nathaniel first.

"Castiel," Nathaniel said as he arrived within earshot. "Looks like you're here after all." Nathaniel shot a dirty look at Dean, who looked back sheepishly.
"Well, he wasn't at...the building...where we were at," Dean tried to defend himself. Then he keeled over, struck by a sudden pain in the gut. It felt like being sucker punched.
"You never called Dean," Nathaniel said. "I'm hurt."
"You're not really my type," Dean gasped, clutching his stomach. He doubled over on the ground. Nathaniel turned his attention back to Castiel with Dean quieted.
"Any reason you didn't tell us you're here?" Nathaniel asked Castiel. "You're not hiding, are you?"
"I didn't have a chance to report in yet," Castiel replied. "Things have been a bit busy."
"From what I hear you've been running around with those two making all sorts of messes," Nathaniel said. "Why are they here?"
"To stop Ipos," Castiel said.

Nathaniel eyed Castiel. Dean and Bobby watched as Castiel continued to try to talk his way out of the situation. When Bobby was sure they weren't watching him, he ducked around the back of the truck to where Sam was. He noticed Sam's palm was bloody and he'd splattered the beginnings of a symbol on the truck. Sam caught Bobby's eyes.

"It's a sigil," Sam explained.
"I know what it is," Bobby said indignantly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a scrap piece of paper with a drawing on it. A drawing of a sigil. "See this? Draw it like that."

He handed the paper to Sam, who looked suitably impressed. He quickly finished the sigil on the truck. Bobby peered over the bed at the situation on the other side.

"...I'm only watching over them like I'm supposed to," Castiel was saying.
"They're not needed for this," Nathaniel said. "We can take care of this ourselves."

The group behind Nathaniel pulled out their blades. Dean drew in a breath and prepared to engage. Then he noticed Castiel's hand, waving him back. Was the nerd angel nuts? Dean reluctantly backed up as Castiel turned to urge him behind the truck.

"He's nuts," Dean said to Bobby and Sam when he got there.
"He's got a plan," Bobby said.

They watched as one of the angels lunged at Castiel. He deftly turned out of the way, and then pressed his hand against the angel's forehead like Dean and Sam had seen him do with demons. The angel's face lit up from within, and the grace inside was quickly sent packing back up to Heaven. The vessel left behind collapsed. The other angels hesitated upon seeing this. Another one finally lunged forward to take on Castiel. He spun away from the lunge, back towards the truck. A third angel stepped up to help trap Cas. Nathaniel was the only other angel left. He trailed the fight, staying a safe distance behind the action.

Castiel ducked away from the sword stabs, disarming one angel and pointing its own weapon back at it. "Sorry," he said apologetically while aiming the weapon at one of his brothers.
"Castiel, what has gotten into you?" Nathaniel asked from not too far away.
Castiel shrugged. "Turns out I don't follow direction very well." He turned back to Sam and nodded. "Now," he said.

Sam slapped his palm into the sigil, and a light burst forward. The humans shut their eyes to protect themselves. When the light faded, the vessels were collapsed on the ground. And Castiel was still there. Bobby, Sam and Dean ran out from behind the truck. Sam slapped Castiel on the back.

"Cas!" Dean said. "That was awesome! Who knew you had it in you?"
Castiel was humble as ever about the new display of power. "I told you I got a nice promotion." He smiled at Dean, who returned the expression.
"I must have missed something," Sam said, shaking his head in amazement. "How are you still here?"
"Another time," Castiel said. "They won't be gone for long, and you two need to get to Ankeny."
"Leave another mess for me to clean up," Bobby muttered.
"Just tell them the truth," Dean deadpanned. "They'll never wanna come back to this place. Trust me."

Bobby glowered at Dean, and then resigned himself with a shrug. He went to check on the collapsed vessel. Castiel pointed to the Chevelle. No time to lose.

"Ipos will expect you," Castiel said. "But you have the advantage."
"We have my demonic brother here," Dean said, smiling and putting his hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam rolled his eyes. He already knew where this was going.

******

On the road again.

Dean had the accelerator pressed almost all the way to the floor. The Chevelle roared down the highway. The windshield wipers were at full speed. Though it was daylight, the sky was dark grey, nearly black. Omens. He and Sam had grabbed a few hours of sleep to recharge and then taken off for Ankeny.

Sam was trying not to get car sick in the passenger seat as he furiously clicked away on Alex's laptop. "There's a coal mine just outside of Ankeny. Apparently it's one of the deepest mines ever dug, but they had to abandon in it the early part of last century because the mine workers held a protest. Said the mine was haunted," Sam said, shooting a look at Dean. Dean frowned in acknowledgment.

"And get this," Sam continued. "They had four fires that destroyed the town in the 1950s. Plus the town urges residents to drink bottled because the local source is contaminated. This is it, Dean. This is the gate."
"Maybe they're just concerned about their health," Dean joked. "Bad luck?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm sure that's it." He clicked the laptop shut and pulled out a map.

Sam directed Dean southeast of town to the abandoned mines. It was afternoon but looked like dead of night outside. Sam rolled down the passenger side window and held out a flashlight, looking off into areas the Chevelle's headlights didn't illuminate.

"That's it," Sam said after a while, shining the light on a sign. It said the mine was 500 feet away. Dean parked the Chevelle. He and Sam exchanged looks.
"You ready to do this?" Dean asked his brother, trying to pump him up.
Sam frowned and nodded. "Sure," he said. "Yeah."
Dean was less than inspired by that reply. "You can do this, Sam," he said solidly to his brother.
"I know. I just...it's funny," Sam stuttered. "It's always gonna be like this, isn't it? Us? Hunting? It's never gonna end."
Dean leaned back into his seat a bit. "Probably not."
"I can't even remember what life was like before it any more," Sam said. "It's weird."
His brother's face twisted. "I kinda missed it," Dean said. "Hunting. It's what we do, Sammy."
Sam nodded. "Yeah. It is."