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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years

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Swan Song: Part Two

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,579

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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Lucifer is here in Detroit; you can feel it. There are demons in the building he’s residing in because you can see them when you look into your binoculars. There are at least a dozen of them just hanging out, either waiting for something to happen or for you three to show up. Lucifer is many things, and you believe patient is one of them.

“There a shit ton of demons. At least twelve of them,” you say when you make your way back to the four men.

“He's here. I know it,” Dean nods.

He leaves the group to open the trunk so that Sam can have access to all the demon blood he needs in order for this thing to do the way he wants it to go. You step aside with Castiel to let Sam and your dad have a moment since you don’t think they will see each other ever again.

“This is going to work, right?” you ask the powerless angel.

He doesn’t give you an answer, which weirdly enough, gives you everything you need to know. Castiel has had no faith in Sam or Dean before, and things worked out just fine. But then again, you were never dealing with Lucifer.

Sam and your dad part ways, and the younger brother heads over to the open trunk where the six bottles of demon blood are waiting for him. You leave Castiel’s side and approach the younger brother from the left while Dean is on his right.

“You two mind not watching this?” Sam asks sheepishly.

“If you die, I’m going to kill you,” you whisper tearfully.

He nods slowly, and you and Dean leave his side so he can do his thing in private. You don’t know what to talk about with Dean, so you two just stand there in uncomfortable silence. Five minutes pass by, and you hear the sound of Baby’s trunk closing. Sam wipes his mouth with his sleeve and approaches you from behind.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Ready or not, here we come,” you comment and head off towards the abandoned apartment building. Sam raises his arms when he’s close enough to the building as if to say, ‘I’m here, and you better watch out’.

“Alright! We're here, you sons of bitches! Come and get it!” he yells loudly.

The front door opens, and three bulky demons walk out with stone-cold faces.

“Hey, guys. Is your father home?” Dean asks with a bittersweet smile.

It’s your job to get captured, you so don’t fight when one of them grabs you. The other two take the brothers inside, and the three demons manhandle you three up the stairs and into one of the apartment rooms. Lucifer stands by the window and looks out of it. He doesn’t turn to greet you and based on what little you can see of his reflection; he’s gotten worse since the last time you saw him. There are more red sores all over his face. Whoever he’s inhabiting is slowly dying from the inside. He needs Sam now more than ever.

“Hey, guys. So nice of you to drop in,” he chuckles lowly. He breathes hot air over the window like a child would do in a cold car to make a smiley face before the window could defrost. However, his breath is ice cold, and it freezes the window in icicles. “Sorry if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite.”

“Well, I'll alert the media,” Dean says.

Lucifer turns his face so you get a better look at the state he's in. You know not a lot of people can handle such a powerful archangel inside themselves. If, for some reason, Sam says no, then Lucifer’s going to have a hard time trying to find someone who can take him for who he truly is. The Horsemen's rings sit in your pocket, and you finger them nervously.

“Help me understand something, guys. I mean, stomping through my front door is a tad suicidal, don't you think?”

“We're not here to fight you,” Sam answers.

“No? Then why are you?”

“I want to say yes.”

“Excuse me?” Lucifer says as he manages to keep his cool exterior.

He doesn’t believe that Sam is just going to give himself willingly, so that’s why he's not jumping at the chance to get inside Sam’s body. Sam closes his eyes, and with just a thought, he kills the demons that brought you inside the room. They drop to the floor, dead.

“Chock-full of Ovaltine, are we?” Lucifer chuckles.

“You heard me. Yes,” Sam glares.

“Oh, you’re serious,” Lucifer says when he realizes it.

“Look, Judgment Day's a runaway train. We get it now. We just want off.”

“Meaning?”

“The deal of the century. I give you a free ride, but when it's all over, I live, he lives, you bring all of our parents back—”

“Okay, can we please drop the telenovela? I know you have the rings, Sam.”

Wait, how does he know about that? The only reason why you came here to do this is because you thought you had the advantage of having the rings without him knowing. You try not to give anything away with your facial expressions, but Dean’s having more trouble than you are. You look over at him as Lucifer passes in between you so that he’s standing behind all three of you. Dean closes his eyes briefly before opening them. All three of you turn slowly to face the angel.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“The Horsemen's rings? The magic keys to my Cage? Ring a bell? Come on, Sam. I've never lied to you. You could at least pay me the same respect. It's okay. I'm not mad,” he chuckles and changed the topic. “A wrestling match inside your noggin... I like the idea. Just you and me, one round with no tricks. You win, you jump in the hole. I win... well, then I win. What do you say, Sam? A fiddle of gold against your soul says I'm better than you.”

“So, he knows. Doesn't change anything,” Sam mutters to you and Dean.

“Sam, no,” you whisper.

“We don't have any other choice.”

“No!” Dean exclaims.

“Yes,” Sam says to Lucifer.

He closes his eyes, and a bright light illuminates from his body. You shield your eyes to protect you from the brightness, but what’s done is done. When the bright light is gone, Lucifer’s old body is gone, and Sam is lying on the floor. Apparently, having an archangel in your head is going to take a few minutes to get his body kicking again.

“Do it!” Dean yells at you.

You take the rings out of your pocket and throw it at the wall. They stick to the wall as if they are magnets, and you rack your brain for the incantation that’s needed to open the cage. Death told you what to say when you want to open it, and what to say if you want to close it.

“Bvtmon… Tabges… Babalon,” you chant.

The wall begins to crack, and suddenly, the walls caves in on itself as a hole appears where the rings were. Air is sucked into it like a black hole. Whoever or whatever goes near it will be sucked into the hole and down into Lucifer’s cage. Sam stirs at the right time, and Dean rushes over to him.

“Sammy!”

“Dean! I can feel him. Oh, god!” he groans.

“You got to go now!” Dean yells as he helps his brother to stand.

“You need to go Sam! I’ll help you!” you yell, and blue magic starts to form around your hands.

It’s not ideal, but you’ll push him into the hole if it’s necessary. Sam stumbles towards the hole, and you grab his hand to help him.

“I have to do this!” he yells.

You let go of his hand and step back to join Dean’s side. Sam takes a few more steps but stops. You don’t know what he’s doing since he’s supposed to be jumping into the hole. He turns, and the look on his face tells you it’s not Sam… it’s Lucifer.

“I was just messing with you. Sammy's long gone,” Lucifer grins. He turns to the hole and chants the words in order to close it back up. “Chdr bvtmon tabges babalon.” The hole closes immediately, and Lucifer snatches the rings from the wall. “I told you... this would always happen in Detroit.”

Not a moment passes, and he’s gone. It’s just you, Dean, and the dead demons now. You have no idea where Lucifer is, or if Sam is even okay. This is not how things were supposed to go. Lucifer is going to meet with Michael, and you have no way to stop it.

The news is playing on televisions in a store window. Ever since Lucifer disappeared, bad things have been happening all over the country. You don’t know what the rest of the world looks like but you know it’s going to be a wasteland soon enough.

“The reports are flooding in,” the female news reporter says loudly as the wind whips past her. “A 7.6 earthquake in Portland, 8.1 in Boston, more in Hong Kong, Berlin, and Tehran. The U.S.G.S. has no explanation but says to expect a six-figure death toll.”

“It’s starting,” Castiel comments quietly.

“Yeah, you think, genius?” Dean scoffs.

“You don’t have to be so mean.”

“What do we do now?” you ask since you’re fresh out of ideas.

“I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol, and just wait for the inevitable blast wave.”

“Yeah, swell. Thank you, Bukowski. She means, how do we stop it?” Dean argues.

“We don't. Lucifer will meet Michael on the chosen field, and the battle of Armageddon begins.”

“Then where is this chosen field? We can go there and at least try to stop it. We can’t give up,” you scoff.

“I don’t know where it is.”

“Well, there's got to be something that we can do!” Dean shouts.

“I'm sorry, Dean. This is over,” the angel sighs.

“You listen to me, you junkless sissy, we are not giving up! Bobby?” the older brothers asks and turns to face your dad who is silent. “Bobby?”

“There was never much hope to begin with. I don't know what to do,” he sighs sadly.

“No, I am not accepting that answer. We didn’t make deals, kill demons, work with them, and take all four horsemen rings for nothing. We can’t just give up! That’s not who we are. We have another option.”

“What?” Castiel asks.

“We have a prophet,” you smirk and take out your cell phone.

You turn away from the men to take this call in private. Your dad knows that you might do something stupid, and Dean knows that you’re going to get some kind of answer from Chuck. He goes to the car to get her ready. Whether he likes it or not, he’d be stupid to not take advantage of your powers for this fight.

“Mistress Magda?” Chuck answers.

“Um, no, Chuck,” you chuckle awkwardly.

“Oh, uh, Y/N. Uh, wow. I, uh, I didn't know that you'd call,” he stutters in embarrassment.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re really busy. Look, Sam said yes to Lucifer.”

“I know. I saw it. I’m just working on the pages right now. I’m also very sorry, I know how sad you are,” he sighs.

“What are you talking about Chuck?” you sigh.

“About your baby. I know that you really want—”

“The next person who mentions my child, I will rip them a new one. Do you get what I’m laying down, Chuck?” you growl.

“Yes, ma’am,” he gulps in fear.

“Do you know where Sam is right now? Like where this big fight is supposed to happen?”

“Well, the angels are keeping it top secret—very hush-hush.”

“Shit,” you muttered.

“But I saw it anyway. Perks of being a prophet,” he smiles, you can hear it. “It's tomorrow at noon at a place called Stull Cemetery.”

“Stull Cemetery? No, that can’t be right. That’s an old cemetery outside of Lawrence. Dean and I used to sneak in there after it got dark. Why is it in Lawrence?”

“I don’t know. I guess it has to end where it started.”

“Do you know how to end this thing? Sam was supposed to get rid of Lucifer, but I have to do it now. Please tell me there is another way,” you beg.

“Besides the rings? No, I’m sorry.”

“Do you know what’s going to happen next?” your annoyance grows by the sound of your voice.

“I wish that I did. I honestly don’t know yet.”

“Do you know anything, Chuck? I thought you’re supposed to be a prophet and all knowing? What the fuck?” you yell.

“I’m truly sorry, Y/N,” Chuck sighs guiltily.

It’s not his fault this is happening, so you shouldn’t take your anger out on him. He did help you, after all.

“No, I’m, sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled. You helped a lot, so thank you. I’m just frustrated.��

“I know. If it means anything, I’m rooting for you.”

“Thanks, Chuck. I’ll let you know how it goes if we survive,” you say and hang up. You turn around to see Dean standing behind you with his arms crossed. “Why are you just standing there?”

“You mentioned my name?”

“Yeah, the big fight is happening at Stull Cemetery. You know, the place we went to after it got dark? We snuck away from your dad after Sam went to college. We stole some of his alcohol. We even brought a tent there once to stargaze. Do you remember that Dean?” you ask, hoping the trip down memory lane will make him realize how stupid he’s being.

“I got the car ready. It’s a long drive ahead of us. Eleven hours,” he says and walks away.

“You going someplace?” your dad asks when he overhears what Dean said. “You two are going to do something stupid. You got that look.”

“We’re going to talk to Sam,” you say when you rejoin them.

“You two just don’t give up.”

“I told you we weren't!”

“It’s Sam!” Dean argues.

“If you couldn't reach him here, you're certainly not gonna be able to on the battlefield,” Castiel says.

“Well, if we've already lost, I guess I got nothing to lose, right?” Dean shrugs.

“I just want you to understand that the only thing that you're gonna see out there is Michael killing your brother.”

“We’re not going to let him die alone,” you reply.

“I can’t let you do this,” your dad sighs tearfully.

“It’s not your right to let me do anything. This is my choice. Sam’s my best friend, and he’d do this for me.”

“Come on,” Dean says and gets into the car.

Before you go on the suicide run, you hug your dad tightly. It’s been a pleasure knowing him as your dad and not as your uncle. You pass your hug onto Castiel, but he’s as stiff as a board. Whether or not he’s realized, he’s been there for you since the beginning. Even when you were a kid.

Without saying anything else, you let go of the angel and get into the car. It’s going to be a long road ahead of you.

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hanneswrites · 5 years

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it’s been so long, so long

Title: it’s been so long, so long (Chapter 1)

Pairings: Sam Winchester/Gabriel (SPN)

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Charcoal-ash wing imprints on dingy motel dining room carpeting; a bright and ancient soul lost on the outskirts of Muncie fucking Indiana.

If Gabriel really died, who's sending Sam coffee every morning?

When all of this had started, Sam wasn’t expecting to get swept up in it. But that’s always how it goes, isn’t it? You aren’t looking for love when you find it. You’re looking for something else – success, glory, money, power, a way out, or in Sam’s case? A good solution to the Apocalypse. A viable way to stop he and Dean and the rest of the goddamn human race from dying. And that solution, at one point, involved talking to a trickster that was too powerful for his own good, who turned out to be an archangel that cared too much for his own good. Not that he’d admit that to anyone in such plain words.

A bond was formed that day, in that damp-dark warehouse in Wellington, Ohio. The Trickster’s eyes seemed to spark the moment Sam spoke, but he remained motionless within the ring of fire. The Winchesters left, and as the sprinklers slowly diffused the fire still blazing around him, Gabriel realized how fucked he was. He dragged a hand down his face and let out a low chuckle. Gabriel followed them from that day on, looking after them and dwelling on what might have been, what could be. If only after if only. He was in the back of the impala everyday, lovingly curled up into the leather seats, ever-present cherry lollipop pressed against the inside of his cheek as he teased Dean and flirted shamelessly with Sam. Each night, he silently aided Sam into sleep, willing away the demons by walking through his dreams. Unseen, of course, and never when Lucifer was there. He only butted in with cases when absolutely necessary, saving them from a vampire or two and aiding them silently in finding the first of the four horsemen’s rings when they were hopelessly lost. And then? Well. Fuck.

Suddenly, the trickster Sam had grown to love tolerate was gone . Poof. Right up in thin air - just...gone. Charcoal-ash wing imprints on dingy motel dining room carpeting; a bright and ancient soul lost on the outskirts of Muncie fucking Indiana. Protecting them, protecting him, protecting Dean, of all people. They arrive at a different motel for the night and Dean heads off to get some food. Sam knew it would take him a bit longer to come back, as much as he griped about Dean not understanding him, this was something he never seemed to get wrong. He knew when Sam needed to grieve. It didn’t seem to matter that the person, or being , that he was grieving was Gabriel. He cried that night, for the first time in a long time, to the point where he ended up with hiccups from gasping too much air into his lungs. He laughed then, thinking about how Gabriel would have told him he was stupid for crying, would have told him to smile, and would have laughed with him as he fought through the hiccups, even though tears were still steadily flowing down his cheeks.

It took a few weeks. A few weeks of Sam praying and not being answered for it to really sink in that Gabriel probably wasn’t going to walk through their motel door at any given moment, wasn’t going to flutter into the impala’s back seat like nothing had happened, wasn’t going to be there when Sam needed an extra hand in the library, wasn’t going to be waiting for him to wake up, coffee in hand, another mug for Sam sitting on the bedside table. And it hurt : a slow-burning ache in the pit of his stomach, reaching up occasionally into his lungs and engulfing him in nervous shakes and stuttered breaths.

Months had passed since Lucifer and Michael had been locked away in the cage, and Sam still prayed to Gabriel, still said his name every night before bed: an outstretched apology, a run-down of recent events, or the odd confession.

“I miss the way you made my coffee. You never told me how you did it, and I haven’t been able to get it right. Was it some sort of weird angel mojo? I want to know.”

“Dean got hurt on a rugaru hunt today. I wish you could’ve seen the look on Cas’ face when we got back to Bobby’s. It was priceless. Dean’s still acting like there’s nothing going on there, but I know better.”

“I keep thinking about that one pick-up line you used to use on me all the time and I can’t remember how it ends. Every time I google it, I just end up getting heart condition web pages.”

“Dean played Heat of the Moment while he was making breakfast this morning. I know he’s doing it to try to coax me out of my room, but fuck, was I not ready for it. I taught Cas a few of the pick up lines I’d come across while looking around. Hearing Dean almost choke on bacon after Castiel said, “Have you been covered in bees recently? Because you look sweeter than honey,” was pretty good payback. Still haven’t found the end to yours, yet.”

“There was a woman who looked a lot like you at the library today. Her eyes were blue, though.”

Today had been a long day, driving back to Bobby’s from a hunt in middle-of-nowhere southwest Ohio. Seventeen hours in the car with Dean. Seventeen hours of attempting to sleep and failing because Castiel kept fluttering in and out like an indecisive hummingbird. Seventeen hours of hoping and being disappointed that the voice coming from the backseat was low and rough, and entirely too serious.

Sam sighed, laying back on his bed. His eyes closed as he stretched out, a few of his bones crackling and popping as he adjusted to not being cramped in the passenger seat of the impala. Without even thinking about it, he whispered Gabriel’s name.

“I miss you.” The words left Sam’s lips, and he almost instantly regretted it, dragging a heavy hand down his face. He needed to get a life. He needed to stop dwelling on this...this thing... that may or may not have actually been a thing. He needed to get some sleep. As Sam closed his eyes and began to drift off, part of his brain registered the faint smell of hazelnut.

Sam awoke the next morning feeling only slightly groggy and headed down to the kitchen to grab some much-needed caffeine. Dean sat at the small dining table, nursing a cup of coffee and scarfing down what seemed to be a cherry danish. Newspaper laid open on the table, though Dean didn’t seem to be reading it as he stared off into oblivion. Obviously he was still waking up.

“Any coffee left?” Sam asked. Dean nodded at him and gestured toward a mug on the counter, already filled to the brim with coffee. He nodded back in thanks and sat down opposite of Dean, absently taking a sip and--oh... oh … what. Sam blinked down at the mug, staring into the cream-brown mixture, brow furrowing. Carefully, he took another sip. And yeah, that was definitely not what he expected. How could this be--? How? He’d been trying to make it like this for so long and Dean had just done it like it was...nothing? Like he just did this every day?

Sam cleared his throat, “Dean, did you...make this coffee?”

“No. Was out here when I got up. Thought Bobby made it.” Dean replied, taking another danish from the plate in the middle of the table. And... was Sam crazy or were all of those danishes not there when he’d first come into the kitchen. Briefly, Sam considered the possibility of demonic interference, but that thought was stifled as he felt a hand ruffle through his hair. He turned quickly, only to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and then nothing. Sighing, Sam let out the breath he’d been holding in and stood to go to his room.

“Thank you for the coffee.” Sam breathed as he took another sip, wrapping himself in his comforters and praying Dean wouldn’t find a case for today.

Another coffee, this time on his bedside table, appeared the next morning. It was still hot when Sam curled his fingers around the handle, steam curling into the chilled air. He held it close, let the mug warm his hands, and savoured it. Faintly, he thought he could feel something ghosting over his skin, like someone was almost but just-barely-not touching him, though he could see nothing was physically there. The feeling left as he finished off the mug, and Sam frowned at the absence. Time to go on about the rest of his day.

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goodfemalecharacters · 5 years

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14x07 Coda: Beanstalks

Destiel, Sam and Rowena hanging out. 1.5 k

Sam feels wrung out, like he can’t even summon one last drop of emotion about this latest failure. Instead, he watches, numb, as Jack’s chest rises and falls at increasingly ragged intervals.

It feels like sitting across from Dean in a ratty motel room as the clock wound down, two days from the end, already imagining the way a hellhound’s claws would sound on the linoleum. It feels like demon blood in emptied-out milk cartons and the Horsemen’s rings digging into his palms.

Inevitable. Permanent.

Except not really, because neither of those endings had ever really been the end. Sam can’t help but think that this really is it.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Rowena says.

Dean and Cas have long since vanished into another corner of the bunker. Sam can’t help but think that his brother is looking for one of the bottles of ridiculously expensive whiskey that Crowley stashed in various weird places around the bunker. As for Cas—well. He hopes he’s going to angelically clean out Dean’s liver afterwards.

“No, wait.”

She pauses in the doorway, one hand resting on the doorframe. Sam has been meaning to talk to her for weeks now, but things have been a bit crazy lately. This time is as good as any.

“We need to talk.”

Rowena raises one manicured eyebrow, suspicion seeping from every ounce of her expression. Sam clears his throat, looks back at Jack. It seems wrong to have this conversation in front of him.

“At least get something to drink before you go,” Sam says, before he even really knows what he’s saying. “On the house.”

She follows him through to the kitchen. Luckily, Dean and Cas haven’t retreated there. It was his brother’s refuge for a long time, but ever since the bunker started getting regular visitors from the refugee hunters, he hasn’t been sticking around there as much. Sam has been meaning to talk to him about it. Oh well. The problem will still be there once Jack—after he—

“Did you drive?” he asks, opening the fridge.

Rowena stares at him. “Samuel. Are you implying that I can’t hold my liquor? I do have magic, you know.”

Sam shakes his head. Lately, he’s been keeping an eye on alcohol intake around the bunker. For one, he doesn’t want Lebanon’s single police officer to pull over someone who doesn’t legally exist for driving under the influence.

Screw hunter culture or however Dean describes it. The last thing he needs is a bunch of miniature John Winchesters walking around.

Rowena finally settles on one of those fruity wine coolers that Mom keeps around (“Don’t judge me, they taste good!”). Sam snags a beer for himself and drops on to one of the benches next to the table. Rowena sits herself primly across from him.

“What is this about?”

Sam lets out a breath. “Nick. Lucifer’s vessel.”

Rowena’s face goes a shade lighter than her usual, her sharp features and makeup standing out against the white. Sam resists the urge to reach across the table and comfort her. Rowena, after all, isn’t a thing like the other world’s hunters.

“He’s alive.”

She stands up, sending the bench skittering behind her. The wine cooler nearly tips over. Sam holds his hands out, palms up, placating.

“You told me Dean killed him!”

Her voice is at least an octave higher than normal. Sam clears his throat.

“He’s dead. You think I’d lie about that?”

Rowena holds his gaze for a long moment, searching for something that she can’t find. Some trick. Sam lets her think.

“But this—this Nick. He survived?”

Sam shrugs. “Wound to the side. Fatal to an archangel because of the blade, but not quite enough to kill a human.”

That’s what he’s been telling himself, anyway. He has to. If he thinks about Gadreel, lurking in his subconscious, hidden until he chose to reveal himself, he’ll never sleep again.

“He’s been missing for a few weeks,” Sam explains. “I think staying—seeing hunters, seeing me—it was too much for him. I just wanted you to know, in case you ran into him somehow.”

It was exactly the sort of ridiculous coincidence that wouldn’t even surprise him at this point.

Rowena sits in silence for a long time, contemplating it. At last, Sam can’t keep the question in any longer.

“Why did you help Jack?” Sam asks. “Knowing who his father is—”

Rowena drains her drink in one quick swig that Sam hasn’t seen from anyone but Dean. “Lucifer killed me once, Samuel.”

Sam looks down. He can’t even really feel the table beneath his grip, but he’s holding on tightly enough to bleach his knuckles white. Rowena can’t meet his eyes, either. They both just stare ahead of them.

“It took him twenty-three minutes,” she continues, voice so quiet that Sam can hardly hear it. “Twenty-three minutes for one death.”

She begins to pull a peacoat over her shoulders.

“He had you for 63,072,008 if Fergus was to be believed.”

Sam flinches despite himself. Wonders what else Crowley knew about his time downstairs. Wonders who was counting.

“Yet you look at that boy and all I can see is love.”

He nods. Suddenly, despite the fact that he hasn’t cried throughout this entire ordeal, Sam’s throat closes over.

“There must be something special about him.”

Sam swallows, wills for the feeling to go away. When he finally manages to meet Rowena’s eyes again, she offers him a small, sad smile. He thinks about the Book of the Damned and the spell that needed a young Scottish man.

“Careful. You’re getting sentimental.”

It’s like Rowena’s pulled a shade over her expression. “Don’t go expecting it again, Sam Winchester.”

Cas is usually a pretty quiet guy. But when he doesn’t say a word as he brushes by Dean out the door, Dean follows him. To his surprise, Cas doesn’t head to Jack’s room to grab his favored hoodie or to his own for some time to himself. Instead, he heads for the front door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Dean demands, just as Cas hits the steps without acknowledging him.

Cas spins around, fast enough that the coat whips behind him. “I’m going to Sergei, and I’m going to kill him. Then, I’m going to ransack his trailer until I find something that can help Jack.”

There’s a desperation in his eyes that Dean remembers from the days of the civil war with Raphael. His heart lurches at the thought that that version of Cas could ever return.

“Cas. Come on, man, he doesn't’t have anything. He’s a scammer. We should have expected that from any associate of Ketch’s.”

They’d been so desperate for any solution that they’d been willing to take the handful of magic beans. They should have known better.

For a moment, he thinks that Cas is going to ignore him and fly off in a huff anyway. Instead, something in him crumples. His shoulders sag, and suddenly the trench coat looks several sizes too large. Dean guides him to sit beside him on the steps.

“You did everything you could.”

Cas just stares straight ahead. “I told Kelly I would protect him. I thought that would mean from the outside world. Not his own body.”

Dean places a hand on his knee and squeezes gently. Cas leans into his side.

“He told me today that he had a good life.”

Cas’s breath catches. Thinking back on the memory of it—the rush of the water, the quiet whirring noise of his line whipping out into the river—Dean can’t quite breathe right, either. Jack was right. He’s been thinking about that time Bobby took him fishing ever since the other version of him stepped through the rift.

“He spent half of it being tortured by Michael,” Cas manages.

Dean closes his eyes. He hasn’t spoken about it to Sam yet, but sometimes he thinks he knows just as much about Michael as he does about him. Thinks he can see things from before the possession, like Mom screaming. Jack locked in a cage. The world in flames.

“If it had been up to me,” Dean says once he manages to shake the disturbing images from his mind, “I would have killed him.”

Cas flinches, but Dean keeps talking.

“Once I knew what he was capable of, I wouldn’t have stopped looking until I found a way to ice him. But you and Sam, you wouldn’t give up on him. You’re the reason he thinks he’s had a good life.”

Cas laughs, bitter. “He doesn’t know any better.”

At that, Dean can’t help a smile. “Hell, Cas, do any of us? You think any sane person would think I’ve had a good life?”

Cas stares at him in that searing, angelic way of his. The kind of look that used to make Dean wonder just how much angels could read minds. “Do you?”

Dean looks out on the rest of the bunker in front of him. Growing up in motel rooms, he’d never known what it was like to have a home you couldn’t pace to the other end of. Hadn’t known what it was like to rely on more than just Sam and Dad.

“Yeah,” he says at last, dropping his hand from Cas’s knee.

He tangles his fingers in Cas’s instead. Cas smiles down, fleetingly, at their joined hands.

“You’ve helped.”

Cas’s grip tightens. “I don’t want him to hurt. He—he’s a child, still, even if he doesn’t look it.”

Dean lets out a breath. “Yeah.”

He can’t stand the thought of just letting Jack waste away, but what other choice do they have?

“Come here.”

He pulls Cas into a sloppy sideways hug, complicated by the railings and the fact that they’re both sitting down. If Cas is uncomfortable, he doesn't show it. He just burrows further into Dean’s arms. Dean presses a kiss to the top of his head.

Finally, Dean lets go.

“Go get a Star Wars movie, all right? I’m gonna get the TV set up so he can watch it with us.”

Cas lets out a shuddering breath. Then, he squares his shoulders. “I refuse to watch the first one again.”

Dean rolls his eyes, faking a lighter tone. “You mean the best film ever made? Fine, but I pick the snacks.”

There’s not a lot they can do for Jack, sure. But what they can do, they’ll do together.

(ao3)

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Chapter 5: Man, Myth, Legend? Girl, Warrior, White Wolf

Disclaimers: I do not own Supernatural, any of its characters, or the lines from the episode I use in this.

Time frame: set mid S5

Warnings: SEASON 5 SPOILERS, MAJOR FEELS

Notes: Big thanks to @sarimaposthumous for proof reading my fic as always!

Not gonna lie, i got UBER emotional writing this XDDD

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think! And much love to those who have liked and/or reposted!!! <3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

To say that Elliana was overwhelmed would be a drastic understatement. Since her less-than-perfect reunion with Sam and Dean, she and the boys had a mini catch-up session covering the following:

· Sam and Dean ended up on a path before meeting Ellie that led to Lucifer, the freaking devil, being set free from a cage in hell (the boys thought it best to keep Elliana out of that mess until it became necessary)

· Gabriel was trying to get them to play their roles as vessels for Lucifer and the archangel Michael so they could fight

· The boys, along with Bobby, Cas, and two other hunters, Ellen and Jo tried to kill Lucifer but they failed and Ellen and Jo died in the process

o This ended in Lucifer setting the four horsemen free, bringing the coming of the Biblical apocalypse

Along with this information, you could only imagine how the now 14-year old took to fighting one of said horsemen, coming across real-life zombies in Bobby’s hometown, the boys dying, dealing with a false prophet, and meeting the boys’ half-brother only to see him be abducted by angels.

Not well.

Not that she let it show much, but Ellie was definitely freaking out on the inside. If a teenager fighting plain old monsters was normal – this was abnormal for her; like a whole new level.

Given this fact – it was understandable that there hasn’t been a chance to slow down lately; hence the arrival at another motel.

Elysian fields.

It was dark and it was pouring rain like no one’s business, so Sam, Dean, and Elliana (Anaya sticking close by her side) ran into the building, trying and failing to shield themselves from the downpour.

Once inside, the trio took a moment to catch their breath, shake the water from their hair, and froze at the motel’s appearance. Their jaws slightly dropped at the higher-end furniture and décor, not used to places that nice.

“Nice digs for once,” Dean commented, looking around.

Sam could only nod his head in agreement, still a bit stunned from the shower outside.

Sam and Ellie stood together as Dean was checking in. Anaya let out a low growl at Elliana’s side as the hotel worker leaned forward a bit, examining Dean. He pointed out a small cut on Dean’s neck and handed him a tissue; Anaya kept her eyes locked onto the man and stepped a little closer to Ellie.

Ellie took the behavior into consideration and also eyed the man. He noticed this and simply smiled over at her.

“Beautiful dog. Siberian Husky, yes?” he said pleasantly.

Ellie narrowed her eyes a bit and nodded, also finding herself wary.

Dean finished signing paperwork and looked back to the receptionist. “You wouldn’t happen to have a coffee shop, would ya?”

“Buffet,” the man said. “All you can eat.” He leans in a bit an continues, “best pie in the tri-state area.”

Dean adopts a bit of a wonderstruck expression and smiles. “You don’t say.”

The group looks around the corner where the man had pointed and was indeed met with one amazing buffet layout. Ellie grabbed Dean’s arm before he could run in.

“Can I have one of the room keys?” she asked, eyes scoping out the place before resting on the boys again.

“Why don’t you grab something to eat first? You ok?” Sam was quick to jump in with the ‘worried older brother’ face.

“Yeah,” she said. “I just want to relax a bit before digging in,” she said, not wanting to ruin Dean’s eagerness yet.

Sam sighed but Dean handed her the key. “Stay out of trouble, then,” he said, smirking lightly. “We’ll be up soon.”

As Ellie and Anaya passed the front counter, Anaya leaned into Elliana once more and pricked her ears, lowly growling again as she looked to the receptionist.

Soon, they made it to the room and Ellie couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Compared to every place else she had stayed, this was like a 5-star hotel. She closed and locked the door behind her and jumped onto one of the beds, allowing herself to enjoy something for a moment. Anaya jumped up and lied next to her reluctantly, still wary of things.

Curled up next to her dog on a plush bed, it didn’t take long for Elliana to fall asleep.

“Who are you? Are you an angel?”

“I’m more of a…guardian if you will. Technically, sure, I’m an angel; but more of a rogue. Just someone that heard your prayer and came to help. Speaking of which – not to put a damper on the already dampened mood, but I need you to go pack your normal and your hunting things and we need to go because that demon will come back for you.”

“Wait – how did you know I hunt?”

“Guardian,” the figure said, shrugging a bit. “Now, things, go, no pressure but we should kinda hurry.”

“Ok, Ellie, you’re doin’ great, kid. We’re gonna stop here for a bit,” Gabriel says, sitting down on a bench with the girl. “I can’t stick around much longer. I have a lot of things to attend to,” the archangel explained. “There’s a motel not far from here. You go in and tell them your parents dropped you off and told you to check in-“

“Like in Home Alone 2 when Kevin checks into the Plaza Hotel?” Elliana said a bit excitedly, despite the things she just witnessed.

Gabriel chuckled a bit. He knew there was a reason he answered this prayer.

“Exactly,” he said, a small smile on his face. “Avoid the workers as best you can but leave the moment you wake up. Don’t give them a chance to ask questions or see much of your face if you can help it. You’re young and they’ll find out something’s up and probably call the police or social services or something.

“You’re young. You shouldn’t have to live like this but you do. But I’ve watched over you for a couple months and know you can handle it.”

Elliana was scared, of course; but she knew this was coming for a while. And she was determined to make it work.

So the girl nodded her head at the man and he smiled again.

“Now, I won’t be there every second with you, but if you really need me – just pray for me, ok? And take this with you.”

Gabriel handed the girl a small necklace. She took it and laid it over one of her hands and examined it. It had a silver chain with a silver crescent moon, a circular pendent with a white wolf hanging in its center.

“Wolves are strong and tough and smart. Just like you. I believe in you, White Wolf.”

Elliana smiled and looked up at him. “Thank you, Gabriel.”

Elliana was woken by Sam gently shaking her shoulder. She had only been out for maybe an hour while the guys were downstairs and they found her asleep when they came up.

Dean, like Ellie, was in awe of the room but Sam looked as uncertain as Ellie had felt earlier.

“Isn’t this place kind of in the middle of nowhere?” he asked.

“Yeah?” Dean replied, trying not to care.

“So what’s a 4-star hotel doing on a no-star highway?”

“And as much as I hate to admit it too, Sam has a point. And not only that, but Anaya was acting on-edge in the lobby with the receptionist. She’s only ever like that for a reaso-“

Ellie is cut off by the couple in the room next to them being particularly loud with their activities. Dean starts to smirk before Anaya lets out a bark before the wall between the two rooms is pushed in with a bang.

The trio goes to check out the room to find it trashed, and Dean catches a glimpse of an engagement ring on the floor. They all look at each other, eyebrows raised, when Dean suggests they do some digging.

“Ellie, Sammy and I are gonna head downstairs to see what the bellhop creep knows about this. Why don’t you and Anaya sniff around the room a bit then head back to ours? We’ll meet you back up here in a little bit.”

Elliana nodded and they split ways.

She turned back to Anaya and drew two fingers out towards the room; “Search, Anaya,” she commanded lightly before taking a look at things as well.

Upon finding nothing of significance, Ellie and Anaya returned to her and the boys’ room. She waited a little while before texting Sam to see if they found anything. After a few minutes, Ellie started getting suspicious, as the boys usually responded to her almost right away (well, Sam did anyway).

“Come on, Anaya,” Ellie said, opening the door but stopping in her tracks when she was met with the receptionist. “What are you doing here?” Ellie said, a challenging tone in her voice..

“Sorry,” he said. “It’s best if you stay up here.”

“Where are Sam and Dean?” Ellie challenged again. Anaya stalked over to the two, lowering her ears and snarling at the man before her. He looked at her with a certain look in his eyes that made Elliana want to shoot him. “I wouldn’t do that, if I were you. She’s fought werewolves and vampires and other monsters like you. She won’t hesitate to fight you too. And neither will I,” Elliana threatened, pulling a knife from her jacket.

The man flicked a wrist and sent Elliana and Anaya flying back a few feet onto the floor and he shut the door, warding the room to keep them inside.

“Hey!” Ellie yelled, running forward to grab the doorknob, pounding on the door when it wouldn’t open. She pulled out her phone and tried texting and calling Sam and Dean but she no longer had service. And unknown to her, the boys were downstairs being used as bargaining chips to a room full of deities.

Ellie rakes her hands through her hair and turns around, only to let out a surprised scream when she sees a figure sitting on the couch across the room. Out of instinct, she throws her knife at it but it’s stopped in the air just inches from the figure’s face.

“Jeez. A ‘nice to see you’ would’ve been better, I think,” a cheeky voice said. Elliana finally focused to find Gabriel closing her knife and tossing it on the ground as he stood up and walked over to her. He smiled and opened his arms expectantly but was instead met with a fist to the cheek.

A shout of pain was let out but not by the archangel.

Gabriel looked down with a raised eyebrow at Ellie, who was bent over, fist pulled into her chest.

“Ok, 1: you know that does pretty much nothing; and 2: what was that for?!” the archangel said, extremely confused at the moment.

“What the hell, Gabriel?!” Ellie yelled, standing up now but still clutching her hand. “Why would you take Sam and Dean and not even say anything to me?! You knew I was with them! You didn’t think it right to even give me an explanation when I left?! I thought they abandoned me, you jerk!! I was hurt!”

Ellie looked angrily at Gabriel, but had tears in her eyes remembering how bad she felt thinking Sam and Dean had left her. Gabriel saw this in her eyes and sighed, feeling a little guilt start welling up in his chest.

“Ok, E – I really am sorry. I was stupid and didn’t think about how taking them would affect you. And I know this isn’t an excuse but I had to figure some things out once they left and I got side tracked from you. Now, I admit I still don’t like those idiots,” this earned a glare from Ellie, prompting Gabriel to hold a finger up for her to be patient. “But, I know they’ve taken good care of you and should have remembered that. Can my ladybird forgive me?” Gabriel took Ellie’s hands and, though he was serious in what he said, gave her his best puppy-dog eyes that would rival Sam’s.

“Come on, kiddo,” Gabriel begged the teenager, who had her back to him.

Elliana had just finished a hunt; it was just a simple salt ‘n burn but one of the victims had ended up in the hospital. Because I was too late, she though sadly. Gabriel had ‘the talk’ with her about how you can’t save or keep everyone completely safe. And she understood that. At least that’s what she said. But the girl still beat herself up over it.

So here was Gabriel, an archangel for Chuck’s sake, begging a teenage hunter to ‘turn that frown upside down’ (yes, he actually said that).

Gabriel sighed and appeared in front of Elliana, taking her hands in his, making her look at him.

“Come on, little wolf. I know you know you can’t blame yourself. And think about it – if you hadn’t been there, that person could have died. But you were. And they didn’t.” Gabriel saw the corners of her lips tug a bit. “So, please don’t be so hard on yourself. For me. Pwease?” he added with a childish voice, pushing his bottom lip out and giving her puppy-dog eyes. Ellie giggled as he did this, making the archangel give a triumphant smile and gave his little wolf a kiss on the head.

Elliana, of course, couldn’t help but smile a bit at that (it was a curse that she almost always gave into that look, and even more of a curse that Gabriel knew it). She sighed a bit, looking over at Anaya, who was wagging her tail enthusiastically at the archangel, and looked back up.

“I guess so,” she said with a small smirk.

Gabriel chuckled a bit and hugged her. “That’s my girl.” He bent down to greet the overly excited dog next to Ellie, turns out she had a soft spot for the archangel too, then stood up to look at Elliana seriously again. “Ok, down to the reason I’m here. You guys have driven into a big trap, as I’m sure you’ve already deduced. Your boys down there? They’re currently in the hands of a bunch of gods who want to use them as game pieces in the Lucifer’s-apocalypse-and-Michael-wants-to-fight-him game. Now, before you freak out,” he continued, raising a finger again when Ellie’s face dropped in shock. “Give me two secs to save their butts and I’ll be back.”

With a snap of his fingers, Gabriel vanished.

Elliana looked over to Anaya, eyes wide and jaw slightly dropped. What the heck is happening? She thought.

Not a minute later, Sam and Dean appeared on the other side of the room, both looking thoroughly confused.

“Ok, what the – holy crap!” Dean said, looking at Sam.

“Guys!” Ellie called, running to hug them both.

They hug her back and Sam looks at Dean. “By the way, next time I say let’s keep driving, uh…let’s keep driving,” he said.

“Ok, yeah. Next time,” Dean snarked.

“Alright, guys, enough,” Elliana huffed, getting their attention. “You can have your dumb brother fight later,” she continued, earning a double bitch face from the Winchesters. “We’re in kind of a big situation right now and we need to figure out what to do next. So what’s our play?”

“Well, there’s gods in the ballroom and a bunch of people in the kitchen freezer,” Sam filled Ellie in.

“Alright so…I-I…I don’t know,” Dean started, wracking his brain for what to take care of first. “I guess we grab those poor saps outta the freezer, bust ‘em out? Gank a few freaks along the way if we’re lucky?”

“And when are you ever lucky?” Gabriel’s voice cut in.

The trio looked over to see him sitting on the couch again, amusement in his eyes.

“Ok, you know what? Bite me,” Dean snapped. “You know, I should’ve known. This had your stink on it all from the jump.”

“Dean-“

“You think I’m behind this? Please. I’m the Costner to your Houston. I’m here to save your ass,” Gabriel defended himself, though keeping his usual humored façade.

The guys looked at him confused.

“You want to pull us out of the fire?” Dean said, still the only one to speak.

“Bingo. Those gods are either gonna dust you or use you as bait. Either way – you’re uber-boned.”

“Wow, ‘cause a couple of months ago, you were telling us that we need to ‘play our roles’. You were uber-boning us.”

“Ohhhh, the end is still nigh,” Gabriel said, tilting his head pointedly. “Michael and Lucifer are still gonna dance the lambada,” he continued, dancing between the brothers a bit. “But not tonight. Not here.”

“And why do you care?”

“I don’t care…but…me and Kali, we uh…had a thing,” Gabriel forced out a bit awkwardly, but composed himself as he continued, “Chick was all hands.”

Sam and Dean threw him a look.

“What can I say? I’m sentimental. And I’m here for this one too,” Gabriel added, pointing over to Elliana.

Now both guys narrowed their eyes in confusion.

“Ellie?” Dean said.

“Elliana, you know Gabriel?” Sam asked, finally speaking.

Ellie’s cheeks burned just the slightest bit from the sudden attention. “He uh…he was the one that saved me from the demon.”

“Him?” Dean said incredulously, pointing at the archangel.

“Yeah, poke fun all you want,” Gabriel said, rolling his eyes. He didn’t expect the Winchesters to credit him with anything of the sort. “If it wasn’t for her, I would’ve let you guys down already.”

Sam, Dean, and even Ellie rolled their eyes at his remark. But they continued talking, trying to form a plan to escape, and to try and free the people stuck in the freezer as well. Gabriel was going to try and break the blood spell on the boys while Sam, Dean, and Ellie would let the guests out. Before they temporarily parted, Gabriel snapped Anaya into the Impala to keep her safe because he said ‘one of the gods downstairs wouldn’t give a passing thought to eat her in front of you’ – that was more than enough of a reason for Ellie.

The group snuck downstairs into the kitchen; Sam began to pick the lock on the freezer while Dean and Elliana tried and failed to stop the men that came in to stop them. So once again, the Winchesters (with Elliana now) found themselves surrounded by the deities.

Soon enough, Gabriel was brought in by Kali.

“Well well well,” she said, looking vaguely betrayed as she stared down at him. “Looks like the trickster has tricked us.”

“Kali…don’t…” Gabriel said, lightly pleading with her.

“You’re mine now.” The goddess of destruction sat herself on Gabriel’s lap. “You have something I want.” She ran her hand down his chest, moving it into his jacket to pull out his angel blade. “An archangel’s blade…from the archangel…Gabriel.”

Elliana’s eyes widened and Dean had to put a hand on her shoulder, silently communicating to her not to do anything drastic just yet.

“Ok! Ok! So I got wings. Like kotex,” Gabriel said in a ‘who cares’ tone. “But it doesn’t make me any less right about Lucifer.”

Kali now stood, looking down at him again.

“He’s lying. He’s a spy.”

“I’m not a spy. I’m a runaway,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’m trying to save you. I know my brother, Kali. He should scare the living crap out of you. You can’t beat him. I’ve skipped ahead – seen how this story ends-“

“Your story,” Kali corrects him. “Not ours. Westerners, I swear” she shakes her head. “The sheer arrogance. You think you’re the only ones on earth? You pillage and you butcher in your God’s name. You’re not the only village. And He’s not the only god. And now you think you can just rip the planet apart? You’re wrong,” she continued, voice breaking. “There are billions of us. And we were here first. If anyone gets to end this world…it’s me.” Kali leaned down and caressed Gabriel’s face. “I’m sorry.” She slid the angel blade through Gabriel’s abdomen, causing light to stream from his mouth and eyes.

“Nooo! Gabriel!!” Ellie shouted, jumping up from her chair, only to be pulled back by Sam. “No!” she cried, fighting against the younger Winchester, who only held her tighter. She eventually stopped fighting but stared at Gabriel’s body as tears streamed down her face.

“This is crazy,” one of the room’s occupants commented.

Kali simply stood there, also staring at the dead archangel. “They can die,” she said in finality. “We can kill Lucifer.”

Discussion continued and Dean stood up, bargaining with the deities. Sam bypassed the shock at Dean’s actions to quietly comfort the girl in his arms. Elliana felt like her heart was ripped to shreds; as if that blade went through her heart instead of Gabriel’s. That angel meant the world to her.

Once Dean was able to convince the deities to allow him to set the hotel’s other inhabitants free, he walked over to Sam and Ellie, telling them to follow him. Ellie reluctantly followed the brothers to the kitchen.

As Dean was ushering everyone out of the hotel quickly, a hushed voice called his name from the Impala. He looks over and his eyes go wide as he sees Gabriel ducking in the backseat, motioning for him to get over there.

“Ellie, I really wish you’d wait in the car. I know you want to stay with us, but this is headed in a much different direction than we thought, ok? Lucifer is going to be here. And we don’t want you getting caught in any crossfire,” Sam said, looking desperately into Elliana’s eyes.

“Sam, please,” she whispered, eyes still holding tears from earlier. “I just lost Gabe…I won’t lose you guys too; I can help you.”

“Well good luck with that. Me? I’m blowing Jonestown. Those lemmings in there wanna run off a cliff, that’s their business,” Gabriel said in his conversation with Dean, sold on wanting to leave this whole situation.

“I see right through you, you know that? The smart-ass shell, the whole ‘I could give a crap’ thing? Believe me, it takes on to know one,” Dean said, narrowing his eyes at the archangel.

“That so?” he replied, tilting his head as he nonchalantly pet the dog sitting in the back seat with him.

“Not that I doubt you, because I don’t – but are you sure you can handle this?” Sam asked, searching the girl’s eyes in front of him as he placed his hands on her shoulders.

Ellie sighed and looked down. “No,” she whispered, then looked up at Sam. “But I couldn’t handle that demon either.”

“Yes. And maybe those freaks in there aren’t your blood but they’re your family.”

“They just stabbed me in the friggin’ heart!”

“Maybe. But you still give a crap about them, don’t you?” Dean continued, knowing he was starting to hit close to home.

“Dean.”

“They’re gonna die in there without you.”

“I can’t kill my brother,” Gabriel said, defeated.

“Can’t or won’t?” Dean challenged. Gabriel cast his eyes to the side, remaining silent. “That’s what I thought.” Dean went to open the car door but turned back to the archangel. “Elliana is in there too, ya know. And she’ll die without you too. Me and Sammy may never get it, but the kid loves you. And I can tell you care about her too,” Dean continued, trying one last time.

Gabriel felt a tug at his heart; he had been hoping Dean wouldn’t mention Ellie for this very reason.

At Gabriel’s continued silence, Dean sighed and got out of the car.

Dean rejoined Sam, Ellie and the others in the hotel. Most of the deities fanned out, leaving Kali and Baldur in the ballroom with the trio. Like Sam, Dean had tried to convince Elliana to wait in the car, only to receive a sad chuckle.

“You don’t get it, do you? I’m with you guys. Through everything. I’m in this mess by my own choosing and I’m not letting you do it without me,” she told him, raising an eyebrow with a light smile. Her smile faded soon as she continued, “And I want to do it for Gabe too…”

Dean was about to tell her Gabriel was still alive when the lights began to flicker violently.

“What’s going on?” Baldur said, glancing around the room.

“It’s him,” Sam said, unconsciously pulling Elliana closer.

“How?” Kali asked, not expecting Lucifer until they removed the enochian symbols from Sam’s ribs.

“Does it matter?” Dean spoke up. “Shazzam us outta here, would ya?”

“We can’t,” Baldur said, fear lacing his voice the smallest bit.

“Of course you can’t,” a voice instantly grabbed everyone’s attention. Their heads all snapped up to the figure standing in the open doorway. “You didn’t say ‘mother, may I?’”

Lucifer lightly smirked as he took account of who stood in the room before him, of course stopping on the Winchesters.

“Sam, Dean. Good to see you again. And who’s this with you?” Lucifer asked, tilting his head in curiosity as he looked at Elliana. “New travel buddy? I’m Lucifer - though I’m assuming you already knew that,” he continued, talking directly to her now. “What’s your name?”

“Go to hell,” Ellie said coldly, not showing the slightest bit of intimidation.

“Oh, I just got out of there, sweetheart,” he easily countered.

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” she spat, taking a challenging step forward. Sam and Dean pulled her back, causing Lucifer to smirk.

“I like her,” he said to the boys. “Feisty.”

Kali muttered to Baldur, who had started walking towards Lucifer with a dominant gait. The boys took a few slow steps backwards with Elliana as the deity gave a short, angered monologue to Lucifer, ending with him consequently ripping Baldur’s heart out.

As Lucifer threw his body to the ground, Kali became enraged and threw a fire attack at him. At the growing physical conflict, the boys and Ellie jumped behind one of the overturned tables in the room to duck in cover.

“You guys ok?” Sam asked his brother and Ellie.

“Not really,” Gabriel’s voice replied before either got the chance. All three looked behind Dean to face him – Dean being shocked Gabriel came back and Sam and Ellie shocked that he’s alive. “Better late then never huh?”

“Gabriel?“ Elliana said, tears welling up in her eyes again. “What- you…you were-“

“It’s ok, E. I’m here. Hang tight ok?” Gabriel turns to Dean, handing him a DVD. “Guard this with your life.”

Gabriel went to stand up, but Elliana moved around Dean and quickly grabbed his arm. “Gabe, no. You’re not doing this by yourself,” she said, voice shaking.

The archangel let out a quick sigh; he was hoping to make this a quick exchange to avoid a conversation like this, but of course had no such luck. “This is the only way for you guys to escape. It’ll be ok-“

“No!” Ellie said again in a harsh whisper. “I’m not leaving you here!”

Gabriel fought back the sting in his eyes and he looked over at the brothers. “Please,” he said. “When it’s time, make her leave,” he continued, staring at them determinedly, though his own voice shook a little. “You make her leave.”

They nodded a bit sadly and held a struggling Ellie when she went to grab Gabriel again.

The archangel gently took her face in his hands and planted a kiss on her forehead, making her freeze in her struggles. “I love you, little wolf.”

Gabriel got up and struck a hand out, throwing Lucifer across the room, into the far wall before he could stomp on Kali.

“Luci, I’m home,” Gabriel said as he stepped into view. “Not this time,” he stopped Lucifer’s advance, holding up his angel blade as he helped Kali up. “Guys! Get her out of here,” he called to Sam and Dean over his shoulder.

The boys walked over and did as he said. They and Elliana headed towards the door, Gabriel standing in front of them protectively as he kept a hard stare on Lucifer. As they neared the exit, Ellie stepped out to Gabriel again.

“Gabe, please, please come with us,” she begged quietly.

“Guys,” Gabriel said again, unable to keep his voice from quivering and tears from stinging his eyes.

Sam took Elliana’s arm but she pushed him away, running back for the archangel so Dean moved up, grabbed her, and threw the girl over his shoulder, leading the rest of the group out of the room.

“Gabe, no! Nooo!! Gabriel!!” Ellie screamed hoarsely as she tried to free herself from Dean.

Gabriel closed his eyes and twitched his neck to get his head back in the game and confront his brother. Though he supposed it wouldn’t make too much of a difference. This was a fight he knew he wasn’t going to walk away from.

Sam, Dean, Ellie, and Kali got outside and to the car – the goddess in the front seat with Dean, and Sam in the back with Anaya and Ellie once Dean set her down. The girl made one last, albeit weak attempt to go back to the hotel, but Sam pulled her into his side.

Elliana stared out the Impala’s window for as long as she could, hoping for any sign that things would work out for the better, but was only met with a bright white light flashing from the ballroom windows, forcing a sad cry from Ellie. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth and she squeezed her eyes shut. Dean looked in the rearview mirror at Sam, both boys hurting to see her like this.

“Come here,” Sam whispered, pulling Ellie into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Soft cries and whimpers escaped Ellie as she clutched onto Sam as if he was her lifeline. Sam quietly shushed Elliana, one hand rubbing calming circles on her back, the other gently cradling her head. He had helped her at least slow her breathing, but tears still flowed from her eyes and a soft cry escaped her lips every now and again.

All the emotions had been eating away at her energy and she started becoming tired. As her eyelids drooped, her head slowly fell against Sam’s shoulder. And everything she had felt before was amplified now, since she knew Gabriel definitely wasn’t coming back this time.

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Final Battle preview

Jay Lethal vs. Cody Rhodes - Lethal is defending the Ring of Honor world championship. Cody is the current IWGP United States champion, but that title is not at stake.

Cody’s contract with ROH has reportedly expired, and it’s looking more and more like he will leave ROH altogether to participate in the new All Elite Wrestling venture. So this is likely to be his final big ROH show, where he does the job to the champion on his way out. Then again, there could be a swerve, where Cody and ROH secretly work out a short-term agreement and he wins the title to confuse fans who’ve been following that story.

Lethal is sort of ROH’s franchise guy, in the sense that he’s been a headliner during a period where all the other headliners have been leaving the company. It’s a tough spot for him--he doesn’t give me that tippy-toppy guy feel, because I can’t shake the feeling that he’s only at that level because everyone better than him is gone. Perhaps Cody can help by giving him the rub here, but he’s really the last star left to do that. In 2019 Lethal is going to be king of a mountain that feels smaller than it did when he returned to ROH in 2011.

I think it’s at least possible that Cody could surprise us all with a title win. But in the long run, the destination is Jay Lethal vs. Matt Taven, and since Taven is doing the “real world champion” gimmick Lethal should be the actual champion headed into that feud. So I’m picking Lethal to retain.

Frankie Kazarian & Scorpio Sky vs. Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson vs. Jay Briscoe & Mark Briscoe - Kazarian and Sky (two thirds of SoCal Uncensored) are defending the ROH tag team championship in a three-way ladder match. The title belts will be hung above the ring and the first team to retrieve them will be the winners and champions; ladders will be provided at ringside for the participants to use however they see fit.

Like Cody, the Young Bucks (Nick and Matt) are expected to be on their way out of ROH, and this match feels like their swan song. In a story that hasn’t gotten as much attention, tough, SCU’s Kazarian and Christopher Daniels have also not re-signed with ROH, and they could be on their way out as well. (I can’t find anything on Scorpio’s status.) So aside from the fact these three teams have been feuding over the tag title for months, this may be the last chance to see any combination of them in the ring together.

ROH has generally protected the ladder match stip so that it feels more like a “this is the only way to settle it once and for all” deal, similar to cage matches and Texas death matches back in the old days. Consequently, their ladder matches feel more climactic and important than those in other promotions, because you know the participants aren’t just going to rematch a month later. So this is probably going to be a good time. It may even be booked to close the show.

If I’m ROH, I want this match to put over the guys who are staying, and put them over hard. The Bucks and SCU should be crumpled all over ringside while the Briscoes celebrate with the tag belts. Kazarian and the Bucks should quickly vanish from television so the Briscoes can gloat about running them out of the company. That’s how I’d do it, but ROH’s vision never seems to quite line up with mine...

Jeff Cobb vs. Adam Page - Cobb’s ROH television championship is on the line. Page is--say it with me one more time--on his way out of the company with the rest of the Elite, so logically he should lose here. These guys are both moving up the ladder quickly, so it ought to be fun to see them against one another. But I would be very surprised if Page wins here.

Bully Ray vs. Flip Gordon - This is an “I quit” match, so there is only one rule in effect--once the match starts, it cannot end until the referee hears one participant verbally submit by saying “I quit.” (Actually, ROH kinda already killed this stipulation by running an “i quit” match this week that ended as a no-contest due to outside interference. I guess we’re supposed to act like this is WWE and pretend the bullshit TV finish can’t happen on the PPV.)

Bully Ray (best known as Bubba Ray Dudley in ECW and WWE) debuted in ROH in 2017 as a babyface veteran. He dramatically “retired” in 2018 and was appointed to an enforcer role, but then he turned heel and mouthed off about all the flippy young guys ruining wrestling. This concept has long since been done to death by WCW and TNA, but that didn’t stop ROH from giving it a go with Flip as the quintessential flippy young guy. Bully has been getting heat on Flip for months, notably including a recent bit where Bully gave Flip a caning but Flip kept getting back up for more.

Flip is arguably the hottest babyface in ROH, and he almost certainly will be if/when the Elite and SCU leave. The problem is that he’s the kind of white-meat babyface (like Ricky Steamboat, Tommy Dreamer, Daniel Bryan, and Johnny Gargano) where it’s so easy to get heel heat at his expense that the bookers lose sight of when it’s time for him to shine. The caning angle perfectly sets up this match to blow off the feud, but it’s so perfect that they’re probably wondering if they can do it again, but even better. For Flip to get anything out of this, he needs to win the feud and move on--he can’t just keep playing the lovable midcard loser getting bullied by heels forever.

This is the right time and place for Flip to take everything Bully can dish out, never quit, and then rally back to expose Bully as a coward and a quitter. We’ll have to wait and see if ROH can figure that out.

Christopher Daniels vs. Marty Scurll - Scurll earned the right to challenge the ROH world champion in a match where he pinned Daniels to win, and now he’s putting that title shot at stake here. Daniels is doing an angle where SCU is trying not to get kicked out of the company, and his teammates have the tag title to protect them, but he needs his own insurance. Of course, in real life Daniels has not signed a new contract and it’s looking like he and Kazarian actually plan to leave soon.

Scurll, like the rest of the Elite, is expected to be departing ROH, but not on the same timetable. He signed a short-term extension to keep him around through April, evidently to guarantee his participation in the April 6 Madison Square Garden show. No one else from the Elite has signed such an extension, and I have to think ROH offered Scurll something good enough to sorta kinda break ranks. I would not be surprised if they promised him a run with the world title and maybe even the world title match at MSG. It’s pure speculation, but it would make sense.

Even if Daniels is on his way out and even if Scurll is earmarked for a title run, that doesn’t mean Scurll has to win this particular match. But the safe bet is to pick the guy who’s staying over the guy who seems to be leaving. And until we know more, that suggests Scurll wins.

Dalton Castle vs. Matt Taven - Taven is doing the old “real world champion” gimmick with an unsanctioned title belt, and he’s “defending” it here in this match.

A year ago, Castle won the world title and looked to be on track to be in the title picture throughout the 2018. But various injuries caught up to him and he had to drop the belt to Jay Lethal in June. It’s still not clear if Castle is fully recovered, or if he’ll ever get back into contention for the title. The outcome of this match may indicate if he’s being pushed back to the top or held back in a “struggle to get back to the top” storyline.

For a while, Taven was probably best known as that one guy from The Kingdom that isn’t Adam Cole or Mike Bennett/Kanellis. Then he relaunched the stable, which felt a bit like Tully Blanchard trying to start his own Horsemen, but okay. Then he lost his hair in the main event of CMLL’s anniversary show, which seems to have kicked off a renewed heel push for him. With so many other guys leaving, Taven has a big opportunity to step up. The outcome of this match may indicate if they’ll step him up sooner rather than later.

The fact Taven is putting his fake belt up for grabs before a program with the actual champion kind of telegraphs the finish. I don’t seriously believe Castle is going to win Taven’s belt and feud with him over it in the undercard like Ted DiBiase’s million dollar championship. The logical endgame for this gimmick is Taven challenging Lethal, so Taven needs this win to get there.

Sumie Sakai vs. Madison Rayne vs. Karen Q vs. Kelly Klein - Sakai is defending the Women of Honor championship in a four-way elimination match; the loser of each fall is eliminated from the match until the last participant left is the winner and champion.

I have to give ROH credit for establishing a women’s division, but they’ve got a long way to go to catch up with WWE, or even Impact. I follow ROH pretty casually, but I can still work out all the major happenings with the men. The women, however, feel like blank slates with no noticeable storylines or personas. I kinda know Madison from Impact, and Sakai is clearly the aging veteran proving she’s still got it with a length title reign. If the company is serious, they need to get to a point where I don’t have to ask who people like Karen Q and Kelly Klein are. That may be difficult to do when they run like six big shows a year and maybe one women’s match on each of them.

At this point the safe bet is to pick Sakai. She should put over the next big star for the division, but I don’t think ROH has any idea who that will be.

Zack Sabre, Jr. vs. Jonathan Gresham - Gresham declared he wanted to prove he’s the best technical wrestler today, and Sabre answered he challenge. It feels like ROH is trying to elevate Gresham, but that doesn’t necessarily go as far as putting him over a key New Japan guy. This could become one of those deals where Gresham is feted merely for losing a well-fought battle. For Sabre this is just one last stop before arguably the biggest match of his career at Wrestle Kingdom, so it’s hard to imagine him losing here.

Kenny King vs. Eli Isom - This is set to be the opening match. Kenny is so ageless--and perennially working his way up from the bottom of the card--that I keep forgetting he was the guy from Tough Enough season 2, where they went to South Africa and everybody talked about how he got laid. Good for you, Kenny! Anyway, he’s 37 now and he’s still around. I’ve never heard of Isom and I’m pretty sure he’s just a jobber at this point. I’m going with King to win.

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