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: Darkest Hour
. This is a collaboration of works that pinpoint the future of the boys (in our opinions). It is about all of the bad things that have collectively worn down Sam, and how it effected Dean overall and where they end up at the end of everything. It isn't a happy theme.
Video: Darkest Hour
Music: The Beginning is the End is the Beginning by Smashing Pumpkins
Clips: Various clips throughout seasons 1-3
(And no one told me youtube makes everything so much darker than the original.
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Time has stopped before us
The sky cannot ignore us
No one can separate us
For we are all that is left
The echo bounces off me
The shadow lost beside me
There's no more need to pretend
Cause now I can begin again
The Beginning is the End by Smashing Pumpkins
The Darkest Hour
Bobby Singer stood on the hill and looked down into the cemetery below at the lone figure standing before the crypt. Aged eyes filled with tears at the injustice of what was to happen. They had all fought so hard to prevent this but now that it had come to it, he had no stomach to finish. He turned and looked at the man beside him, worn down by the weight carried for so long and yet standing strong against the storm to come.
The old hunter pulled his coat tighter around him as the skies above them boiled in angry ribbons of darkness and light. The heavens themselves seemed to be holding a breath along with the rest of the world. No one would remember what was to transpire. Either the world would go on or it wouldn’t. In the end only a few would really know what had happened.
He turned towards the oldest Winchester to offer comfort even though he knew it would be rebuffed. He could only imagine what was going through his mind at this moment. How many times had the man beside him given his all only to have it thrown back at him? What more could be asked? He’d suffered the very flames of Hell and defied the Heavens above to save the man who would now betray them.
“You know there was nothing more you could have done Dean.” Bobby tried to reach his surrogate son. “The Sam we knew no longer exits—hasn’t been for months now.”
Green eyes flashed fire as they turned to look at him. Bobby stepped back at the pain he saw in the depths of Dean’s gaze. “We don’t do anything until I say. Do you understand me? I will handle what needs to be done. It’s my job…”
“Aw crap Dean, why don’t you let me take care of it. Sam wouldn’t have wanted you to…” He never saw the fist coming until it was too late. The oldest Winchester lashed out and hit him square on the jaw forcing the old hunter to step back.
“I said no Bobby…” Dean calmly stated as he absently rubbed his knuckles. There was no apology on the man’s face only resignation. Bobby shook his head and moved to stand beside his young friend. There was no time for anger or for hate, not with what was coming any moment.
Dean stepped forward and gazed down at the man who was his brother. “Did you ever think we’d see this in our lifetime Bobby?” The question was asked quietly as if he was afraid of the answer he’d receive.
“I kinda hoped we wouldn’t. No one wants to be here for the end game son. If the books have it any where near right, it won’t be a walk in the park.” Bobby rubbed his sore jaw as he stood once again next to Dean to view the battlefield below them.
“I can’t believe we are the last, all the others gone…” Dean whispered as he dropped his head for a moment. Bobby could see the guilt and pain of loss clearly etched on the young man’s face. The war had not gone well for those who sought to wage it. It had started with the death of all the hunters at Harvelle’s Road House, then twenty more at the hand of vengeful spirits called by Lilith only to be continued until all of them were gone.
Ellen’s and Jo’s deaths had been the hardest for all of them. It had been the catalyst for the final change in Samuel Winchester. Years of loss and pain had finally been too much. No matter how much he and Dean had tried to convince him it wasn’t his fault, he still felt like he should have been able to do more to prevent their deaths.
The vision of their deaths had come to Sam too late for them to do anything to stop it. The demons had found them on their way to one of the safe houses. Bobby could still remember Sam’s screams when he saw their death. It hadn’t been pretty. The sons of bitches had tortured the girls to get Sam’s whereabouts and the young hunter had been forced to witness it all.
They had refused and died for their loyalty as had so many others before them.
Of course he and the boys had rushed to stop the carnage but they had arrived at the bloody massacre too late. The bodies weren’t even recognizable any longer. As Bobby and Dean buried the remains Sam had disappeared into the night. It was the last time they’d seen him but it didn’t take long to figure out where he’d gone.
Dean had managed to track him through the long line of deaths. It seemed that Sam Winchester was now on a mission and he no longer cared how many died. At first it appeared to be vengeance painted in crimson as they tracked the young hunter. Where once Sam had objected to the loss of life of the innocent host; he now no longer cared. Just like after Dean’s death, the young hunter was taking out his own version of retribution. But soon they heard disturbing rumors of the psychic who could kill with his mind. Whispers on the night wind that were said quietly less those who spoke incurred his wrath.
Finally they had managed to get hold of a demon who told them where to find the youngest Winchester. Bobby shivered as he remembered the revelations that night.
The demon hunter watched as Dean interrogated their prisoner. The oldest Winchester doused the unholy captive with the sacred water and smiled at the pain painted on the man’s face. “You’ll soon be joining your other friends back where you belong…” Dean hissed as Bobby opened his book and began to speak the exorcism.
“It will be a short trip and then it will be our turn to hunt you…” The man screamed as he struggled to escape his bonds.
Dean held up his hand to Bobby. “What are you talking about?”
“The end is near now that the boy king has accepted his rightful place. The apocalypse foretold throughout the ages is at hand. The final seal is about to be broken and our true master will be free. He has promised to reward us for our devotion to him.”
“You’re lying…” Dean jeered as he stepped back and motioned for Bobby to continue.
“You’ve seen what your brother can do; you know I speak the truth. Your own father saw this day coming and tried to stop it. He is the key to the final lock. But you can’t stop destiny any more than you can stop the sun from rising. In ten days you will see, the beginning is the end. Your brother will accept his fate and set us all free.”
Bobby and Dean watched as the demon left, his laughter haunting in its memory as they tried to escape the truth behind the words. It had only taken Bobby a few days to figure out the meaning behind the words and it had chilled him to the bone. That was why he and Dean were now looking down at the old cowboy cemetery in Southern Wyoming.
It was the place where the war began and it is the place where it would now end.
All was darkness; the past was a distant memory, the present and future on the same road now heading for the final crash into destiny. He had spent years of fighting against what was now to transpire and it had left him empty; a shell of his former self. He who had believed in good, who had argued angels did exist was condemned to the darkness and it made his soul cry out at the cruel hand fate had dealt. However, there was no room for hate or compassion; all that was left was duty. Today it would end where it all began. The war to end all wars and he was the catalyst, the smoking gun.
Sam Winchester stood before the very gates of hell where he had thought he’d been reborn. The death of their adversary should have been the end but all it had wrought was chaos and pain. For a short time he had lived the illusion of normalcy only to be reminded of the dormant power within ready to explode.
Flashes of a life past assaulted him. A mother he had never known and a father old before his time were his lineage. A brother who gave his all and still ended up with nothing to show for his sacrifice; a woman he’d loved more than life itself and another he could have loved given a chance, both taken from him. Anyone who he had held dear lost to the curse that was his alone to bear. So many had died…The light of humanity flared for a brief moment as all he’d lost fought for purchase in his mind only to be doused once more with the reality of his position.
He looked down at his hands. If he looked close enough he could see the blood of centuries embedded in the skin. He wondered now why he’d fought so hard against what destiny had dictated from even before his birth. Once he’d tapped into the power the choice had been simple. Destruction was his birthright. He would bring order to chaos and lead the army released from these very gates three years ago.
He sensed their coming. It wouldn’t be long now before the multitudes answered his call. Even those who had stood behind Lilith and the other usurpers of his throne had come to acknowledge his strength. No one could stand up to him and those who had were now mere dust beneath his feet. He was absolute and his word was law. There was nothing in heaven or on earth that could stop him.
His minions on earth and those who stood on the other side of the door would soon be joined by his will. He would crush anyone who stood in his way. Failure was not an option nor would it be tolerated. Winchester stubbornness would see the day, maybe not in the way his father or brother would approve but in the end at least one Winchester would be on top. One Winchester’s life would mean something.
He would be the last to bear this weight; master of a nothing place perhaps, a world no longer recognizable but he would no longer be the pawn of destiny. He would bend it to his will and force it to bow to his desires. He was no longer a creature of fear but the one to be feared and he could live with that.
Dean looked up and saw the undulating cloud of evil converge on the cemetery below them. His brother was all but obscured by the darkness now. Any light extinguished by the dark masses as they answered some unknown call. For a moment fear raced through his veins. Not for himself but for the brother who had been but now remained in face only. He felt like the old fire horse who knew only how to run towards the flame to save those who would perish only to die in the fire.
And yet he could not answer the call this time. His task lay in another direction. As he turned his back on the scene he felt another piece of his soul splinter. Yes he’d survived four months in Hell but it paled in comparison to what he was now forced to face. A directive given to him by his father and one he never thought to obey was now upon him. The angel Castiell had warned him but Dean had ignored him. He’d denied the directives given and fought for his own path only to find its end coincided with what heaven had decreed for him.
“Come on Bobby, it looks like the gang’s all here. It’s time to close the door…” Dean motioned for the old hunter to follow him back to the place where they had hidden the truck and the car. He just hoped they would be able to do what needed to be done without being detected.
“I shore hope this plan of yours works Dean. Otherwise we are goin’ to be facing a bunch of pissed off demons with nothing between us and them.” Bobby remarked as he quietly followed his young charge.
“What you worried about Butch? My plans always work…” Dean’s eyebrow rose. He had wanted to leave Bobby behind, even tried to sneak away but the old man was too smart.
However he couldn’t fault the old hunter his part in this final battle. He’d earned his place in blood and tears. Besides it had been his experience and guidance that had kept both of them alive so far when all the others had perished. It was his calmness that doused the flame of despair in Dean after Sam had left.
“Seems to me that scenario didn’t end up too well for those two, as I recall Butch and Sundance both died…” Bobby remarked dryly. Dean chuckled softly as he removed the tarp from the back of the pick up truck. Inside were long rails of iron. It had taken them almost a week to trace the original tracks only to find this one break. Without a sound both men picked up the first rail and headed towards the break in the track. Soon the second rail followed. It didn’t take long for them to remove the damaged track and replace it with the new.
“Well that aught to do it. I just hope they can’t break through once I start reciting or figure out how to disrupt the speakers we planted.” Bobby said as he opened the door to the truck and picked up the microphone they’d rigged. The plan was simple. Trap the demons inside the devils trap originally created by Samuel Colt and exorcise the demons back to where they’d come from.
“It worked before at the jail, it should work now. But remember you gotta give me time to get in position.” Dean pulled the colt from his coat pocket and checked the chambers. He still couldn’t believe Bella had returned it to them. A month ago he’d gotten a letter from an attorney at one of their drop boxes. It told him he had received a bequeath from Bella in her will and instructions on where to collect it.
At first he thought it might be money. After all the girl did owe him for the lottery tickets she’d stolen. However the drop box he was directed to held the very gun she’d taken from them; the colt. There had been no note, no apology just the weapon in the box. As he gazed at the weapon in his hand he wondered where she was now. He had no memory of her while he’d been vacationing down south. But there was no time to worry about things he couldn’t change. What was done was done.
“Dean why don’t you let me…” Bobby started but stopped at the glare he received from the young hunter.
“This was always to be my role, my job in this whole mess. Sam is my responsibility and mine alone. You just do your job and I’ll do mine.” Dean’s eyes softened as he watched the emotions flow across the old hunters face. “The beer is on me when we’re done…”
Without waiting for a response Dean headed back towards the cemetery and his destiny.
Sam’s body shook from the effort it took him to control the dark masses surrounding him. He could not only see and feel the evil but also taste it. If he wasn’t careful he would drown in the sea of emotions and desires of the demon hoard. For the first time since he’d arrived he felt a shiver of fear race through him. There was so much at stake, one wrong move and it would be over before it began.
“What are your orders my King?” One of the larger demons asked as he knelt before Sam. The young hunter wasn’t fooled. The demon before him only acknowledged his power to destroy him; loyalty and respect were not given or expected. He held the reigns of hell through fear.
Sam closed his eyes for a moment; a soft smile curled his lips before he opened them again. He turned and looked at the gateway to Hell. “Stand back while I release the rest of our brethren. We have much to do and little time to do it…” Sam replied before he closed his eyes once more.
It was time…
The fires of Hell itself glowed from Sam’s eyes as he opened them and stared at the lock on the door. As he unlocked his mind to the power within it became a simple matter of moving the right levers within the catch to open the door. There was pain as he continued to work but he ignored it. Soon it wouldn’t matter, nothing would.
As the heavy doors slowly creaked open on rusty hinges the mass of darkness vibrated with the impending victory. Soon they would all be free and the world would be theirs for the taking. Lightening flashed and thunder rolled as clouds formed above to join with the sound of joy from those who had been damned.
They were so enthralled no one noticed the lone figure moving quietly from headstone to headstone. The air crackled with energy and in the center of it all stood the youngest Winchester, body bathed in white light. Sam closed his eyes and reached deep within himself. It was time for the final battle he opened his eyes for a brief moment and looked to the one who now stood bravely between him and the gate. The colt pointed at his chest with a hand that never wavered.
“Dean…” Sam whispered
“Sam…” Dean acknowledged as time stood still. At last it had come to it. The final battle between good and evil came down to two men. Not demons verses angels as many foretold but human beings made of flesh and bone. Suddenly the world was silent as all watched.
Sam smiled softly, his eyes returning for a moment to their normal hazel color. He gazed into the green eyes of his brother, his protector and now his executioner. No words were spoken as the two brothers looked at each other. No words were necessary as the Winchesters spoke without making a sound. There were no words for what was about to happen. Young eyes now old were filled with regret but Sam calmly met the eyes of his older brother. Dean stiffened for a moment his gaze softening as he saw what he needed to know, what he’d always known.
“You’ve come to kill me?” Sam asked softly. His eyes held no censure but only warmth as he looked at his older sibling. A dimpled grin long forgotten found a moment to appear on the too thin face. The past few months had not been easy for either of the Winchester brood.
“No Sam, I’ve come to save you…” Dean replied as he slowly lowered the gun and turned to stand at his brother’s side. There was no need to think or reason, it was time and they would face it together as it had always been and would always be.
Without warning Sam closed his eyes and opened the door to the power he’d held in check all his life. The darkness that always lurked just below the surface, crying for a chance to be free; he could feel it building inside until his skin felt as if it would split from the strain. He raised his arm, his hand extended even as he heard the first whispers of discontent from the swirling masses.
Sweat gathered on his brow and his body trembled. All that he’d learned from Ruby combined with the lessons learned from his father and brother. The one who had worn the traitors coat for the past few months finally spoke but not the words of triumph expected by his followers. Instead they heard their doom pass through the betrayer’s lips.
“I command you all to go to Hell!” Sam Winchester said softly. His hand shook as screams of hundreds of lost souls split the air. The boy who would be King of the darkness now sought to send all who had escaped back to the underworld with nothing more than the force of his will. Destiny had called and he had answered as his father and brother had taught him. The deception now bared for all to see.
The weaker demons were immediately sucked back through the doorway to Hell while those who were stronger sought purchase to remain. Sam remained staunch in his effort to win this war, the battle between good and evil would end one way or another this night.
Dean stood beside his brother and watched in amazement as demons were sucked through the gates and into the darkness beyond. For a brief moment he actually felt pity for those lost souls as his own experience in the dark pit flashed before him. But the time for reflection was past. Instead he looked back at his brother and smiled even as he worried. Sam had told him about his ability to command demons shortly after he’d returned from his visit to hell. At first he had been angry but as time moved on and he saw his little brother save countless innocents from possession he wondered if he’d been too quick to judge.
The only problem was he’d never seen Sam try anything on this scale before. The mind tricks always took so much from his little brother. He never complained but he could tell it tired him every time he had to tap into his powers. Sometimes he’d even get physically sick. To use this much power, it couldn’t be good for Sam.
He heard a growl to his left and turned with the colt raised. A large demon was surging forward towards Sam. Clawed hands appeared from the dense smoke. Without a thought Dean aimed for the center of the mass and fired. A defining scream signaled the end of the demon’s journey as the bullet did its work. Dean quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialed. “Now Bobby!” He screamed into the mouthpiece as he tried to be heard over the unholy din.
He watched another large mass form to their right. Now that the demons had figured out what Sam was doing, the battle began in earnest. While Sam continued to work his mojo on those he could control Dean would take care of the son of bitches that were able to fight back. A united front was presented against the darkness as flesh and bone stood before the very pits of hell and almost dared those who would remain to fight.
Bobby’s voice echoed and joined with the cacophony of voices that swirled around them. Dean placed his hands over his ears for a brief moment as the noise became almost painful. He could see Sam’s body begin to waver as the storm flowed around him. It was clear his brother was weakening. Dean reached up and placed an arm around his brother’s waist. He frowned at the unnatural heat he felt through his brother’s clothing. His brother was burning up.
“Sam!” Dean cried as he tried to steady his younger sibling. The ribbons of darkness flowed and undulated like waves in the ocean as more of the unholy hoard were sent to their doom. And yet there were still so many. It had been a hopeless battle from the start but then their whole life had been lived in desperation. He aimed the colt once again and fired as another demon came too close.
He felt his brother shudder for a moment but just when he thought Sam would collapse his brother squared his shoulders and took a deep breath. His hand shook but remained extended towards the swirling masses. There was no color in his little brother’s eyes as they blazed white. Dean placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder briefly with the hope his brother would know he wasn’t alone.
A low growl sent a shiver up the older hunter’s spine. He didn’t have to turn to recognize that sound. He’d heard it once before just prior to when he was sent to Hell by Lilith. One of the demons had called forth the hell hound in hopes it could do what they could not. Dean looked at Sam and wondered if he sensed his danger but his brother continued to stare at the gates, his concentration complete.
Fear froze the blood in his veins as he relived the previous attack. His hand clutched at his chest as phantom pain shot through him. The sound of demons mixed with Bobby’s voice reciting the exorcism created a weird symphony of sound that almost drowned out the snarling of the beast. Dean turned slowly to face his darkest fear. “Come on bitch, let’s see what you’ve got.”
As the hell hound lunged Dean calmly pulled up the colt and took aim. The bark of the pistol in his hand signaled the release of the deadly bullet into the heart of the beast. As the animal screamed the oldest Winchester smiled. But his joy was short lived as the momentum of the beast caused it to slam into him. He felt the claws rip his flesh as he became buried beneath the weight.
Dean was trapped; the gun now lay outside his reach as he gazed up. Who would protect his brother now? As if in answer to his unspoken plea; clouds of white, first wispy but soon boiling with the rage of heaven descended from above. Dean watched mesmerized as the white surrounded the dark and absorbed it. There were no wings, no corporeal bodies or clashing of great swords. Only the sound of fear rose on the wind as God’s holy army joined the fray.
He heard the final cadence of Bobby’s voice as the old hunter finished the exorcism. Those who could be expelled by the powerful words had been destroyed but still some remained. Dean and Bobby had known it would not work for all; some demons were too powerful to be controlled by the words spoken by men. But it reduced the number significantly. Dean looked to his side and saw his brother stumble for a moment before he walked slowly towards the gate.
“Sam no!” Dean cried out. Sam’s intent was clear. He was heading for the largest mass of darkness hovering just outside the great doors. If his little brother could not push them in with his mind, he was going to try to do it physically. Dean frantically struggled against the dead weight on top of him. He had to save Sam; he couldn’t let his little brother make this ultimate sacrifice. Years of devotion to this one cause was too inbred in him to prevent his response. And yet the monster holding him in place refused to be moved.
A strong hand placed on his shoulder announced the arrival of Bobby Singer. The man grunted as he pushed the large beast from Dean. “About time you got here old man.” Dean gasped as he rolled and curled into himself for a moment to absorb the pain. He figured a rib or two were cracked for sure. But there was no time to give into the pain. The very air around them was filled with the sounds of battle.
As Dean managed to get to his knees his breath caught in his throat. “Bobby—NO!”
Bobby had found the gun and aimed it at his younger brother. Before Dean could react the sound of the gun seemed to fill the night air. Once again an eerie calm surrounded them. The older Winchester watched as the deadly projectile flew towards its target. His breathing stopped all together when he saw his little brother turn and spread his arms wide as if he wanted the impending death.
“SAMMY!” Dean cried out as his legs suddenly found their strength. He shoved a stunned Bobby aside and tried to put himself between his brother and the bullet.
“Not this time Dean.” Sam said softly as he closed his eyes and held out his hand once more.
Dean and Bobby both watched as the bullet seemed to slow. At the same time a dark shadow appeared behind Sam. Neither hunter could believe what they saw as Sam calmly stepped aside and allowed the bullet to pass, right into the dark shape just before it engulfed him. A moment of pain passed over Sam’s face before he turned once more to enter the battle.
“What the hell?!!” Bobby cried as he stood beside Dean.
“He didn’t turn Bobby. I knew he wouldn’t go dark side; all these months he’s been gaining their confidence. He’s trying to send them all back—help me Bobby we have to keep him from getting too close to that gate!” Dean watched as his little brother stood toe to toe with a large monster.
Red eyes glowed from the disfigured shape. Dean raised the colt but once again it was torn from his grasp as another demon swirled past. “Damn it!” The young hunter cried out as he dove away from the claws aimed at him. His roll brought him within inches of the gun but another form streaked by and intercepted the demon. Dean watched in awe as the air shimmered and an unholy shriek filled the air. He’d heard this sound before and knew immediately who had saved him.
“I thought I told you to lower the volume Dude!” Dean said as he continued to cringe from the sound. If he didn’t know better he would have sworn he heard the white mass in front of him laugh before it turned and joined the battle front.
Dean stood and once more looked for his little brother only to find him in a battle of his own. He watched in horror as Sam and the demon fought, neither willing to give ground. His little brother was covered in blood, his own blood as he continued to fight. His gaze was fierce as he managed to shove the demon toward the door. Sam looked back for one brief moment, his eyes full of apology as he yelled towards the two remaining hunters.
“Close and lock the door—now before it’s too late. I can only hold them a while longer!” and with that Sam Winchester took a running start and shoved his adversary through the doorway and disappeared.
“NO!” Dean yelled as he ran towards the door. He would have run through if Bobby hadn’t managed to pull him back.
“Damn it Dean, this ends here and now! If we don’t get this gate closed they’ll escape again and it will be over for us all!” Dean stepped back as tears ran down his face. He heard his brother’s voice from long ago in his mind.
“Eventually Dean you will have to let me go…”
It was time.
Dean put his back into pushing the heavy door closed while Bobby worked on the other. It seemed to take forever but in fact only minutes passed until the doors were finally shut. Bobby pulled out the colt and fit into the lock, turning it until the bolt fell in place. The two hunters turned as one and looked out at the cemetery. Every tomb stone, tree and bush within the boundaries had been leveled. The air smelled of sulfur and brimstone and the sky was still dark as night.
“So any idea on how we get rid of the rest of these yahoos?” Bobby asked as he gazed at the dark swirling masses still trying to break free.
For once Dean Winchester didn’t have a snappy come back. He turned to look back at the gate, his eyes filled with tears as he spoke. “We continue to fight them with everything we got Bobby…we continue until it is done.”
Dean leaned up against the door, his eyes looking out over the devastation around him. It was hard to believe it was over and they were still standing. Bobby and Dean had both continued to fight using whatever means they had at hand until the last dark mass disappeared. The air was quiet, not even a bird or sound of an insect could be heard. Armagedeon had come and they had answered but at what cost?
“You know he wouldn’t want you to grieve for him Dean. He went the way he wanted to, he went out fighting.” Bobby said as he pulled his hat from his head and looked towards the horizon.
“So what now Bobby? Do I just keep fighting the good fight? I don’t know what to do…tell me, what am I supposed to do?” Dean’s eyes filled with tears as he gazed at the gate that had taken his brother from him.
“You continue to fight evil Dean Winchester…you continue God’s work.” Dean jumped as Castiel walked towards him. He was back in his accountant body only this time there was actually sympathy in the warrior angel’s eyes.
“God’s work—right I’ll add it to my calendar.” Dean pushed away from the gate and began to walk away.
“Whether you want to believe it or not Dean, you and your brother have always done God’s work. But there is still more to do—evil still exists and it will take men like you and your brother to continue the fight. For now the seals have been restored but many of my brothers were lost in this battle. My task here is done for now, but yours will continue for a time.” Castiel followed Dean and Bobby as they headed back towards their vehicles.
Dean stopped and turned back to look at the warrior angel. “Look, I’m glad this whole holy war thing worked out in your favor. However, I’ll continue to help those who need it, not because it’s God’s will but because it’s the right thing to do. It’s what my father taught me and it’s what my brother died for. So if you’ll excuse me, I need to bury my brother…” The hunter paused as he realized how stupid that sounded. There was no body, nothing to bury except for maybe the memories and the pain.
“Of course, I understand your grief Dean. But it will be short lived I assure you. We will be in touch again when the time is right…” Castiel remarked as he turned and walked back from where he had come.
As the two weary hunters walked towards the vehicles Bobby stopped and stared at the Impala. “Dean? It can’t be can it?”
Dean looked up and noticed the tall figure hunched down in the passenger seat of the Impala. He didn’t have to guess, he already knew who it was as he ran towards his car. He saw the faint fog on the glass as he slowly opened the passenger door. His arms caught his younger sibling to keep him from falling as he reached up to check Sam’s pulse. He sighed with relief at the steady beat he felt there.
“He’s alive Bobby—he’s alive!” Dean cried as he pulled Sam into his arms and held him.
“Well I’ll be damned! Do you think Castiel?” Bobby scratched his head before he placed his worn cap back on.
“Who knows. But let’s get out of here. I don’t know about you, but I really don’t want to explain the new landscaping arrangement to the local police.” Dean gently pushed Sam against the seat before he closed the door. “I’ll meet you back at the hotel okay Bobby?”
“Shore thing…” Bobby responded as he headed for his own truck.
“Okay Sam, I’m going to get you back to the hotel and check you out. Then you and I are going to have a long talk about your need to give your big brother gray hair before his time.” Dean remarked as he started the car and headed to the hotel.
Sam groaned as he fought his way through the darkness towards consciousness. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to see where he was. His body ached in so many places and his head felt like it was going to explode. He dug his fingers in the soft material covering him and was confused—surely hell wouldn’t have downy comforters would it?
“Open your eyes Sammy, you’re safe…” Words from a voice he thought he’d never hear again pulled him the rest of the way to the surface. The young hunter blinked as he tried to bring the room into focus.
“It’s about time you decided to wake up Sleeping Beauty. Bobby and I were beginning to wonder if we were gonna have to find you a prince to wake you but decided to draw straws instead—Bobby won.” Sam saw his brother’s wide grin as he fastened his eyes on his face. He reached up and was surprised to find out how weak he was as his hand dropped back onto the bedspread.
“Take it easy Sam, you’re a little banged up but for the most part you seem to be in one piece…”
“How—how long?” Sam croaked. He licked dry lips and smiled in appreciation as a bottle containing cold water was placed at his mouth.
“Easy now, small sips. I don’t need you getting sick on me again.” Dean sat next to him as he placed the half empty bottle on the night stand. “You’ve been out for three days Sammy…”
Sam could see the haunted look in his brother’s eyes. He knew it had been three days of worry for his big brother. And yet he had no memory of what had happened after he entered the gates. He remembered pain, unbelievable pain and then nothing.
“What happened? Where’s Bobby—is he okay?” Sam needed answers.
Dean laughed softly as he patted Sam’s shoulder. Sam winced as pain radiated down his arm. “Sorry Sam, I forgot…” Dean replied as he pulled his hand back. “You’ve got a few burns on your shoulders—you know like I had after…”
Sam looked over at his bare shoulder and saw the blistered red hand print. “Castiel?”
“I don’t know Sammy; I thought you were—gone…” Dean looked away for a moment before he swallowed and met Sam’s eyes. Sam could see the grief still swirling in their depths. He could understand the pain; he’d lived without Dean for four months before the angel had yanked him from Hell.
“I’m sorry Dean…” Sam whispered as he felt his eyes grow heavy.
Dean smiled as he pulled the blanket up further. He thought Sam was already asleep when he heard his brother’s soft voice. “Is it finally over? Did we win?”
The oldest Winchester sighed before he answered. Bobby had already found another hunt for them once they were ready. He looked down at his younger brother and smiled as he realized it didn’t matter. He had all he needed right here. “Yeah we won little brother.”
“But there’s more out there isn’t there Dean—more evil for us to fight.” Sam’s eyes opened again as he struggled to rise from the bed.
“Yeah, there will always be more for us to fight—but not today little brother…not today” Sam smiled and relaxed as he felt the blanket once more snuggled up against his chin. He could deal with still hunting but for today, he thought just maybe—he would sleep.