Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Angels and Demons: A Supernatural Fanfic ❯ Defying Death ( Chapter 8 )

8. Defying Death

Guthrie, Oklahoma 8:57 p.m.

Sam sighed as he topped off another man's beer. Besides mixing drinks and giving beer refills, he hadn't been doing much. Of course, catering to a man's consumption of alcohol is what a bartender's job was, so he shouldn't have expected much. All the girls flirted with him, even a few dudes, and while Sam enjoyed the attention, he missed his friends and family terribly, especially Dean. So far, he had gone a solid three weeks without demon blood. It had been almost unbearable, but compared to losing Dean forever, giving up the demon blood was a small sacrifice in the grand scheme of things.

A woman walked into the bar with a very happy look on her face, and it was a look Sam had learned to recognize. There had been more than one unlucky soul that had waltzed into the bar after making a deal with a crossroads demon. He had first found out about it from the drunken ramblings of a few locals. A few days after working, he had gone out after the bar had closed and looked for himself, finding the small box containing the necessary ingredients to summon the demon and make a deal. Sam wasn't stupid enough to do that, after his brother and father had made similar deals; he wasn't going to end up like them. Another man waltzed into the bar, looking all too pleased with himself. Sam curled his lip, disgusted, and looked away. You stupid people. The hell hounds that come calling will wipe those grins off your faces in a good ten years.

Sam vaguely wondered if he should call Dean or not, but figured that it probably wasn't the best idea, considering how he had left. Pushing the thoughts of the fates of the victims out of his mind, he focused on the next customer, being purposely friendly and even throwing in a little harmless flirtation, fishing for a good tip.

Bobby's place, 8:00 p.m.

“How's Sam?” Dean asked curiously before shoving a piece of steak down his throat. The steak, being served alongside mashed potatoes, rolls, corn, gravy, and cherry pie served as a good meal. Even though Rachel had her powers back again she didn't mind cooking for the humans, mostly because she had a soft spot for Bobby. Castiel, who didn't normally eat mortal food but was unable to resist Rachel's cooking, grabbed a roll and sat down at the kitchen table with the rest of the group. “He's fine Dean. He's working as a bartender in a bar in Guthrie Oklahoma. He seems to be doing well.”

“That's good. No sign of Ruby then?” Dean asked, reaching for the last roll. Grace slapped his hand away, grabbing it for herself. “What?” she asked demurely as Dean stared her down, “You're going to eat half the pie before any of us get a piece, so this is just payback for the future.” Dean just smiled, not even denying the accusation because he knew just as well as everyone that Grace was completely and utterly right.

“As far as I know, Sam has had no contact with Ruby. However, there is a demon that isn't very far from the bar where Sam works.” Castiel murmured, slipping his own roll in his pocket. He wouldn't put it past Dean to try to steal it out of his hands. While Dean and Grace were playfully arguing about the pie, he and Rachel exchanged glances. She smiled softly, knowing exactly why he'd put the roll away.

“So is it a crossroads demon? Those things meander the bars every time. Sam hasn't made any deals?” Dean asked, reaching for the pie while Grace rolled her eyes. Bobby chuckled softly and Rachel's eyes sparkled with amusement. “Sam hasn't made any deals that I know of. The crossroads demon could prove to be a problem however. This isn't any typical crossroads demon I've seen. This one is very powerful, and I'm thinking that the only reason he's sticking around is Sam.” Castiel murmured gravely. Dean's eyes lit up with concern. “You don't think he'll hurt Sammy, do you?”

Castiel shook his head. “I don't know Dean. I can't fathom what the demon's agenda is.”

“Alright then, it's settled. We're going to Oklahoma. I'll pack my bag and we'll be off.”

“Don't you think you're being a bit rash? Sam can handle one demon by himself can't he?” Grace asked. Dean shook his head. “I don't think so. If Sam won't kill the damn thing as soon as he knows it's there then he's purposely letting those people throw their lives away. He's probably saving the poor bastard for a midnight snack. I'm just going there to kill the demon. I'm not worried about Sam at all. He can take care of himself. He did while I was in Hell after all.”

“Yeah, and look how that turned out. It's not like he brought on the end of the world or anything.” Rachel murmured. Dean looked at her, taken aback at her brisk sarcasm. He got the feeling that Rachel used sarcasm a lot and he just didn't know about it. “So he made a mistake. Everyone does.” Dean said. Grace looked at him, one blonde eyebrow raised. “So you're defending Sam to the angels now Dean? I thought you didn't care about Sam anymore. You didn't want to forgive him.”

Dean looked abashed, like he didn't know what to say. “I'm not going to Oklahoma for Sam; this will be just like any other hunting job. Sam won't even know that any of us are there.” He said, sounding slightly defensive. Dean left the room to go pack his bag. Everyone exchanged glances at the kitchen table and smiled. Dean Winchester could lie to himself all he wanted to, but they all knew the real reason he was going on this trip, and it wasn't because of the demon…

Guthrie Oklahoma 1:45 a.m.

“We need to find out where the demon is actually hiding. Is there any way we can do that without summoning the thing?” Dean asked as they pulled into the empty parking lot of the bar. Castiel and Rachel exchanged glances, murmuring quietly that they had absolutely no idea. “I think I remember a spell for that or something. I can give it a shot if you want.” They all got out of the car and dug up the box.

Grace opened up the box and pulled out a small amulet that was used to channel power and summon the demon. She made a small cut in her finger, grimacing as she did so, and let her blood drop onto it, muttering a few indistinguishable words as she did so. A second later the amulet turned black and so did Grace's eyes. “I know where he's hiding.”

Getting back into the car, they followed her directions to an abandoned warehouse. They got out of the car and walked toward the front door. Suddenly runes that were inscribed on the doorway glowed, and a second later Rachel and Castiel hit the ground, gasping in surprise and pain.

“Those are anti angel symbols. They take away our power all at once. It's extremely painful.” Castiel muttered in between clenched teeth, giving Rachel a helping hand up. Dean and Grace looked at them, their expressions more than a little apprehensive. “Will you guys be alright?” Dean asked anxiously. Castiel nodded. “We should be fine. If anything happens while we're in there however, we probably won't do you much, if any, good.”

“We can't just leave you two out here. I can sense that this place is crawling with demons.” Grace said, pulling out her dagger and looking cautiously around. “We'll just have to come with you two then.” Castiel said, slipping his arm around Rachel's waist to keep her steady. Anti angel wards were always harder on the stronger of the species. The group walked quietly into the warehouse, surprised to find Sam already there. Sam looked just as surprised to see them there. Rachel could tell that neither one of the Winchesters was ungrateful to see the other.

“Wow, I honestly didn't believe Crawley when he said that you would be here but here you are.” Sam said, sounding genuinely surprised.

“Crawley, King of the crossroads demons? This is just great. We are so screwed.” Grace muttered, holding her dagger in her hand. “What makes you say that?” Dean asked.

Grace sighed. “Crawley is one of the most powerful demons there is. In case you haven't noticed, our angel friends and natural source of protection are powerless. That leaves basically your gun and my blade.”

“I have a gun.” Sam said, pulling it out. Grace rolled her eyes. “No offense Sam, but that won't make much difference in a room full of demons.”

Everyone turned towards the middle of the room, hearing a loud bang. Crawley appeared, flanked by at least 3 dozen demons. He saw Sam and Dean and smiled. Snapping his fingers he said, “Leave me alone with the mortals boys, we need to have a chat.” All the demons vanished and Crawley waved the brothers over to come and sit by him. There where enough chairs for everyone. Sam and Dean sat down warily. They knew better than to trust demons. Grace knew how powerful Crawley was and didn't have any intentions of letting her guard down. Castiel and Rachel sat with their friends, feeling more than a little helpless.

“You can keep your salt and guns, and Grace, you can put your dagger away. I'm not here to harm you. Quite the contrary actually, because you see, I want to make a deal.” Crawley said, folding his hands in front of himself demurely. Dean and Sam weren't convinced. “You're joking right? You don't really think we're that stupid.” Dean said. Crawley sighed. “This is your problem Dean. You don't have enough faith.” Dean looked from Crawley to the angels. “You didn't plan this did you?” he asked suspiciously. Both Castiel and Rachel shook their heads.

“Well, I'm not going to waste any time with the niceties. Honestly I think you mortals, especially you two, are morons, but my personal feelings have nothing to do with the reason I am here. Like I said before, I'm interested in making a deal.”

Dean's eyes narrowed. “We're listening.”

A gun suddenly appeared in Crawley's hand, and it wasn't just any gun.

It was the Colt.

Sam and Dean looked completely dumfounded, and Grace couldn't blame them. How the freaking Hell did Crawley get his hands on that?!”

“Quit gaping you simpletons. It's so unbecoming. Here's my offer. You know just as well as I do what this gun is and what it can do. I'm willing to offer it to you if you'll use it to kill Lucifer. I can even tell you where he is. Carthage Missouri, and he'll perform the ceremony at midnight, in case you're interested.

“You can't be serious.” Dean mumbled incredulously. Sam looked disbelieving. “Why would you purposely give us a gun that could kill you? It's like suicide. What's your game?”

Crawley held up his hands innocently. “My reason is this. No matter how deranged and twisted Lucifer is, technically he's still an angel.”

Both Sam and Dean turned and looked at Castiel and Rachel. “Seriously?” they both simultaneously asked.

“Unfortunately.” Castiel muttered.

“Now anyway, back to business. Lucifer is an angel. Once he succeeds in destroying everything on your precious planet, humans and angels included, he'll go after the demons.”

“So, you basically want us to kill him to save you from being destroyed right? On the downside, if this doesn't work and he kills us, your ass is still covered.” Dean said. Crawley smiled and nodded. “So there is a brain in that thick skull of yours, and I thought Sam was the smart one.”

“Well, that's not the first time a demon has been wrong about me. I have the beauty and the brains.” Dean said, being obviously pleased with himself. “You also have the pride.” Rachel muttered quietly under her breath. Castiel laughed softly.

Crawley held out the gun. “Do we have a deal then?” he asked. Sam and Dean looked at each other. Sam nodded. “Yeah, it's a deal.” Crowley handed him the gun.

Sam pointed the gun at Crawley and pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

“What the hell?” Sam muttered. Crawley laughed and stood up. “You're the Winchesters! You don't think I'm stupid enough to give you a loaded gun? The bullets are on the table you morons.” Crawley faded into the air. Dean wacked Sam on the side of the head. “Have you lost it? He could have killed us for that! Besides, we need to save the bullets for more meaningful targets, not waste them on demons like Crawley!” Dean yelled. Sam rubbed the side of his head, grimacing, and saying nothing. Dean took the gun, grabbed the bullets, and everyone vacated the building.

Once they were outside, Rachel and Castiel got their powers back. Everyone walked to Dean's car.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye. Good luck Dean.” Sam said, starting to walk away.

“Hey, hold on a minute. Get back here, there's no way I'm going to kill the Devil tomorrow without you being there.” Dean said. Everyone, including Sam, looked shocked.

“You mean…you want me to come back?” Sam asked, his eyes misting.

Dean snorted. “Don't go getting all emotional on me Sammy. Look, we're probably going to die tomorrow, so I figured I should forgive you so that we could have one last hurrah or whatever.” Grace cleared her throat, elbowing him. Dean looked at her and rolled his eyes.

“And….I….sort of….missed you. There, are you happy?” Grace smiled.

“You….you mean….you…..you missed me?” Sam murmured, his eyes tearing up. He walked to Dean and threw his arms around him. Dean couldn't help but hug Sam back, blinking away a couple of tears of his own. “Dammit Sam, you're such a girl.” he mumbled, his voice slightly unsteady, glad to have his brother back. The whole group was glad to have Sam back, everyone hugging him and saying how much they'd missed him. After getting all of Sam's things, they drove back to Bobby's place.

Bobby's Place 8:45 a.m.

Bobby was glad to have Sam back too, but after that had worn off, the consequences of the decision the boys had made really began to sink in. As Castiel so eloquently put it as they sat at the breakfast table, “More than likely, we're all going to die.”

“That's optimistic.” Grace mumbled. Castiel shrugged. “I'm just being practical.” Bobby walked into the room and everyone turned. “Alright people, I don't normally do this but I want to get a photo of all of you, kind of a memento to remember you by, if you don't make it that is. Come on now; get here in front of the fireplace.”

Dean stood with Grace on his right and Sam on his left. Rachel and Castiel stood on the left side of Grace and they all huddled around Bobby, who was sitting in a chair. The camera flashed as their photo was taken.

After that the group split up, Bobby going into the kitchen followed a second later by Sam, Dean and Grace staying in the living room, and Castiel and Rachel drifting upstairs.

Bobby sat at the kitchen table with a bottle of whiskey, looking over stacks of biblical lore, researching on his laptop. Sam grabbed a beer out of the fridge and joined him.

“Hey Bobby, can I ask you some things?” Sam asked attentively, drinking his beer. Bobby looked a little surprised but nodded. “Ask away.”

“Well,” Sam murmured, sounding a little nervous, “what can you tell me about my parents? What were they like?”

Bobby took off his hat, scratched his head, closed his laptop, and sighed. “Get comfortable Sam. This is going to take awhile.”……

Dean and Grace were curled up on the couch, trying once again to find something to watch. There wasn't anything on though, and they soon got bored and turned the TV off.

“How about we go up to our room?” Dean murmured quietly, nuzzling Grace's neck. She laughed softly. “That's the best thing you've said all day.” They, along with Castiel and Rachel, had rooms upstairs at the present. Shortly after Sam had left Bobby had told them to clean out the junk of any of his rooms upstairs, complaining that he nearly gagged every morning when he found Dean and Grace making out on the couch. Dean and Grace had chosen a room with varying shades of red. They passed Castiel and Rachel on their way up. The two where in Rachel's room talking. Passing the two angels, they went to their room, closing the door behind them….

“Well, what can we do to pass the time? It feels kind of depressing thinking that this will probably be our last night alive.” Castiel murmured as he sat on the bed beside Rachel. “Well, I'm sure we can think of something to do.” She murmured. Then her eyes lit up and she grinned. “Wait here a minute Cas, I know exactly what we can do.” He waited while Rachel went downstairs, trying to ignore the moaning and groaning that he could hear coming from Dean and Grace's room. It wasn't just the fact that they were engaging in a carnal act that made him uncomfortable, It was the fact that hearing the noises conjured up all the heated, forbidden things he wanted to do with Rachel, the sounds he wanted to hear her make, the way her body would feel, the look on her face as she-….

“Hey Cas, I'm back. Did I miss anything?” Rachel asked, carrying two bottles of vodka and two shot glasses. Castiel looked a little discomforted as he mumbled, “No, you didn't miss anything.”

Rachel smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with warmth, and it sent sparks of heat along of all Castiel's nerve endings. All. He felt a little nervous, not certain what to do. Rachel poured him a shot of vodka, along with herself, handing it to him. He drank it down and held out his glass for another. Rachel smiled and refilled his glass. “You're tense Cas, why?” Rachel asked, walking over to his side of the bed and sitting down behind him. “I don't know, it has something to do with the fact that we might die tomorrow, a very likely possibility.” Castiel really tensed up then she started massaging his shoulders, but after a few seconds he managed to relax.

“Does this feel good?” she asked softly.

“Yes, very good.” Castiel murmured. Now turn me around and go lower. Castiel sucked in a breath, shaking his head, berating himself for thinking such a thought. “Hey Rachel, can you give me another shot?”

Rachel grabbed the bottle. “here, we can take turns swigging. We don't have to get drunk though.”

“Right.” Castiel said nodding. “We need to provide a good example.”

Very many swigs later, after the entire bottle was discarded in the trash, they ended up talking about the whole end of the world problem. They were both pretty worried about it, for themselves and their friends. It looked pretty grim. Neither one of them could think of a good way for it to end.

Somehow though, after starting their second bottle of vodka, they managed to turn things around to a much lighter note. By the end of the second bottle they were both giggling and laughing, telling jokes and funny stories. “Wow Cas, I never knew you had such a sense of humor.” Rachel said in between giggles. By this time they where both so drunk that they didn't even care if the world ended tomorrow. As far as they were concerned, all that mattered was living in the moment. “Well, I think you're the funny one Rachel, you make me laugh and I love that about you.”

Rachel grinned. “I love you Cas.” Castiel smiled back. “I love you too Rachel.” And he kissed her. The kiss was long, seeming to go on forever, and neither one of them wanted it to end. Castiel used his tongue to languidly explore all of Rachel's mouth, loving how sweet she tasted, never able to get enough. Rachel kissed him back, doing the same, exploring and memorizing all the dark recesses of his mouth. He tasted rich, dark, warm. Castiel's hands roamed her body, stroking her, touching her, teasing her all over. He pushed her jacket off her shoulders and pulled off her shirt and jeans, feeling her soft skin for the first time with trembling hands. He was gentle, almost reverent with the way he held her and the feather light touches he used to caress her body. Rachel moaned as he ran his fingers through her hair and deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue erotically with his.

While Castiel was occupied with stroking her skin she managed to unbutton his shirt, pulling it off of him. She ran her hands down his muscled chest and abdomen, lightly skimming his navel with her fingers. She slipped her hands in between his pants and skin, shuddering as she felt the warmth. She unzipped his pants and pulled them off, running her hands down the muscles in his shoulders and back, feeling the soft cotton material of his boxers and cupping his firm ass.

She heard him groan softly, breaking the kiss. His lips skimmed her cheek, jaw, and neck before finding the place where her shoulder met her neck. He kissed it lightly before moving lower. He nuzzled the tops of her breasts as they swelled over the top of her bra. His stubble caused her to giggle as it tickled her sensitive skin. Her giggles continued as he went lower, nuzzling her belly. He went back up her body, capturing her mouth for another deep kiss, kneading her breast in his hand while the other one went lower, stroking her through the silk material of her panties. Rachel moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck, arching into him, trying to get closer. He gently, slowly broke the kiss, and Rachel slipped her hands between them, wrapping her fingers around him through his boxers, moaning.

He sucked in a breath, groaning her name, sending shivers through her. She released her grip, realizing how easy it would be for both of them to go all the way but knowing that they needed to wait. She'd promised him she would. They rested their foreheads against each other, panting. Taking a minute to breathe, they both readjusted their positions and Castiel ended up on his back with Rachel on his chest. They both felt emotionally drained and mentally exhausted more than physically tired. The undercurrent of heat still ran through both their bodies, and even though they both wanted to finish things, they knew it would be better if they waited. Better to have all of eternity than just one night.

“Rachel.” Castiel murmured quietly as he stroked her back.

“Hmm?” she replied softly, feeling so comfortable being with Cas that she was already half asleep.

“When everything is done and this is all over, we are having so much sex.”

He felt Rachel smile. “How much?” warmth and tenderness, along with a hint of curiosity, colored her soft voice.

“We'll fornicate so much that by the time I get through doing all the things I want to do to you neither one of us will be able to walk.”

Rachel giggled and Castiel couldn't help but smile. He wasn't going to think of tomorrow or what might never come. All that mattered to him was the woman in his arms and making her happy. For the first time ever in their existence as angels, they both slept as mortals, sharing their thoughts and dreams without saying a word as they allowed their bodies to slumber……

Dean and Grace shut their bedroom door behind them, and as soon as it was closed Dean pressed her up against it and kissed her. The kiss was long, hot, wet, and all consuming. Their tongues stroked erotically against hers as they battled for dominance, exploring each other's mouths. Within a couple of minutes they were both completely stripped of their clothes. Somehow they had made it to the bed and Dean pinned Grace below him. Moving from her mouth to her breasts he teased her nipples with his teeth and tongue, sucking them while at the same time stroking and kneading her breasts with his hands. She gasped and moaned his name, running her fingers through his hair. He licked a wet trail down her abdomen, stomach, and navel. He moved back up her body, kissing her again as his hand dipped low and began stroking her. Using his skillful fingers he brought her up and down the threshold of climax until she was whimpering from need. Lacing his fingers with hers he finally slipped into her and began a slow, measured rhythm of thrusts. Within minutes they were panting, groaning each others names and crying out when they simultaneously climaxed. Afterward, laying in bed in each others arms, neither one of them mentioned what the coming day might bring. It was too difficult to think about. Grace did mention to Dean how she was proud of him for forgiving Sam. She was surprised to find him blushing about it. Finding it too adorable to resist she kissed him again, which led to a whole other round of lovemaking. They ended up doing that at least 7 times before the sun came up. Then, happy, relaxed, and sated, they fell asleep in each others arms.

Carthage Missouri 11:45 p.m.

Castiel and Rachel had gone ahead of the others to scope out the space. Coming to a deserted field, they were flabbergasted to find more than four dozen reapers in the vicinity. This made them more than a little nervous. So many reapers being in one place could mean only one thing.

“He's here.” Rachel murmured. The sound of maniacal laughter behind them sent chills down their spines, and as they turned around they were surrounded by a ring of fire. The Lucifer appeared.

Rachel felt her heart skip a few beats. Breaking out in a cold sweat, she felt her body tremble uncontrollably. Lucifer, the Destroyer. Castiel stood beside her, looking and feeling equally panicky. He felt sorry for whatever poor soul's body Lucifer inhabited.

“Castiel, Rachel, it's been a long time.” He murmured, his voice soft and smooth, deceptive. Castiel and Rachel shuddered at the sound but said nothing. “You know just as well as I do what my vision for this planet is. It would be useless and unnecessary for either of you to perish in this war. If you join me I can offer you everything you could ever want and more. I can offer you prestige, power, freedom. It would be a shame to kill such angels as yourselves, especially the Guardian.” He said, fixing his malevolent gaze on Rachel. She shuddered and was barely able to look away. Castiel grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Rachel did the same.

Lucifer kept talking. “If you choose to oppose me however, it won't end well. Even if by some miracle you manage to kill me, you will then both be the number one target for the angels. You'll be mercilessly hunted and killed. If you join me however, I will spare your lives and destroy the other angels. What do you say?”

“No, we will never join you.” Castiel said. Rachel was proud of him because he managed to keep his voice steady, which was more than she'd be able to do.

“Unfortunate. I have a ritual to perform in a few moments and I won't be able to watch you burn.” Lucifer said, unleashing another spine chilling laugh before walking away from them. The flames around them seemed to grow brighter, hotter, and taller. There wasn't any way out of the circle. The fire was holy fire, and if they touched it their physical forms would be reduced to ashes. They were trapped. Taking a shaky breath, they both prayed that Dean and Sam would pull through and be able to kill Lucifer before the night was over.

Sam, Dean, and Grace looked around warily. The amount of reapers swarming the area hadn't gone unnoticed by them. They didn't know what it meant however. Placing a quick call to Bobby, the found out that it was a sign that Lucifer was trying to summon another one of the four horsemen to Earth: Death. Like Crawley had said, the ceremony was to take place at midnight and Bobby was able to tell the specific field where it would be held. Sam, Grace, and Dean left the area, Colt in hand, ready to find Lucifer and bring everything to an end.

“Well look at this. It's Castiel and his little bitch.” A demon said snidely, coming close to the flaming circle that held the angels to get a better look. Castiel and Rachel recognized the demon as Meg. She looked at them and laughed.

“You shouldn't laugh. Pretty soon it will be you in here and not us.” Castiel said. Meg's eyes narrowed. “What did you say? You're the one that's going to burn, not me. Once Lucifer destroys all the annoying mortals and you pesky angels, it's a free reign for us. Destruction and chaos will be everywhere.”

“You don't really believe that do you? I thought you were smarter. Lucifer is still an angel and just because he destroys us doesn't mean that you're safe. Crawley has a theory about that if you'd like to hear it.” Castiel replied. He just needed Meg to come a little closer to the circles' edge.

“Oh really? Keep talking Castiel, I'm listening.” Meg replied, taking a step closer.

Castiel told her Crawley's theory of how Lucifer would destroy the demons after he had destroyed the angels and mortals. Meg looked torn, like she didn't know what to believe, but Castiel didn't care about that. Reaching through the flames and grabbing Meg, he threw her down on the fire, creating a bridge across it so that he and Rachel could escape. Walking across Meg's charred body, they walked out of the ring and turned their sights to finding their friends.

Dean, Sam, and Grace found Lucifer in an abandoned field. Dean and Grace stayed in the shadows while Sam went out to confront the Devil. Sam tried to get Lucifer to talk, mentioning that he knew about the plan of the vessels and that he wasn't interested. Lucifer smiled at him and laughed, saying that he didn't have much of a choice. This little conversation gave Dean just enough time to come up beside Lucifer, whip out the Colt, and put a bullet through his head.

Lucifer turned to Dean, blood seeping from the wound, and laughed. Sam and Dean stood there dumbfounded. Grace muttered an ancient curse, hoping that Sam and Dean survived while praying for Rachel and Castiel to get to them ASAP.

“Nice try Dean, but the Colt won't work on me. You see, I'm one of only five things that the Colt can't kill. I'm also still an angel, so it wouldn't work anyway.” Lucifer said sneering, throwing Dean a good ten feet away with the flick of his wrist. Then he turned to Sam.

“My plight is similar to yours Sam Winchester. You and I have more in common than you think. We both have brothers who will ultimately try to destroy us, but if you unite with me and let me possess you we can destroy them before they hurt us. You and I are just alike Sam Winchester. Join me.” Lucifer murmured, holding out his hand. Sam glared at him. “I'll never join you.” Lucifer shrugged and used his psychic powers to fling Sam across the field without lifting a finger, turning to complete his ritual. A second later, the ground began to shake a chilling breeze blew across the prairie. Lucifer laughed maniacally and disappeared. Sam and Dean both froze where they were feeling a sense of hopeless despair. Death was coming and it would be futile for them to even try to escape. They should just give up and save the horseman the trouble. Hearing footsteps coming toward them they looked up and saw Grace, Rachel, and Castiel running toward them. “Come on guys, we have to get out of here.” Rachel murmured, helping Sam up. Grace grabbed Dean's arm and dragged him up off of the ground. Grabbing Castiel, everyone dissipated the split second before the horseman arrived, escaping certain death by mere seconds. Castiel transported them back to Bobby's house.

“I take it you failed?” Bobby said, looking depressed. Everyone looked dejected as they nodded. Bobby took them in to the living room and told them to sit down, passing around a bottle of whiskey. The news flashed on the TV and showed numerous tornadoes demolishing all of Missouri. Everyone took a swig of whiskey, looking despondent and feeling disheartened. Everyone sat in silence, watching as various storm chasers pursued the storms and how the meteorologists had brought in scientist who weren't even coming close to the true cause for the sudden and unprecedented tornado outbreak. Everyone watched in hushed silence as the storms destroyed buildings, land, and destroyed power lines, knowing full and well that many people were going to die that night.

“Get used to seeing things like this guys. It's just the beginning.” Bobby murmured cynically, grabbing the photo that he had taken the day before. He tossed it into the flames of the fireplace.

As the fire consumed the picture, destroying the depiction of a once happy memory, everyone, even the angels, couldn't help but feel their hope fade, turning to dust even as the charred remains of the photo fell as ashes into the fireplace.

God was gone, the Earth and innocent lives where being destroyed before them, Lucifer was free, and no one could find the strength to dare to believe that things were going to be better. Sitting there in the dark, everyone privately accepted just how bleak everything was, abandoning all hope.