|The Lightning Strike
Author: Circe the Valiant PM
REVISED. It's AU. Takes place around Season Five. The story remains the same but with one exception.Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 5 - Words: 13,264 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 10-21-10 - Published: 06-09-10 - id: 6038942
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The Lightning Strike
Basically this story take place during the start of Season Five. So technically this is AU. I'm not sure how to pull this off but what the hey.
Just to let you know the first parts are before Lucifer Rising and later parts are during Sympathy For the Devil.
Red. Pure red hot flames. Well, not literally. Metaphorically to 24 college student who was just having the biggest fight with her grandmother.
"Look why can't you understand?"
"Because I'm not sure you're not looking at this clearly"
"You're not sure? You're not sure! You're not sure of ANYTHING! So why would I keep listening to your crap!"
"I want to help you!"
"I don't need HELP! I don't need any of you! I don't need anything but to be left alone!"
"You don't mean that!"
"YES I DO!"
"DON'T USE THAT TONE WITH ME!"
"Watch that mouth!"
"I'm 24 year old woman so I CAN SAY WHAT I WANT!"
"NOT IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!"
"Well, I guess it's my cue to exit the household."
The girl rushed through her old room, getting her hiking bag grabbing necessary items she need to escape from this drama mess. "What are you doing?" an aging woman asked her. The maternal lady was tall, in good shape for her age, the lines of past events may have aged her but still retain a handsome look on her. Sadly more lines were about to pop up with consoling her one and only granddaughter. "Why can't her father care enough to talk to her?" she thought. "Leaving! What else could I be doing?"
"You are not leaving!"
"Yes, I AM! It's my choice and I'm taking it!"
"You can't just leave and go out alone!"
"I'm NOT a little girl anymore Grandma! I'm not pathetically helpless either! I am capable of looking after myself!"
The girl rushed downstairs, her dark hair whipping her face as she turned to the foyer where the door to freedom lay out there outside.
"You stop right now Vivian!" the grandmother shouted.
"We're not finished! Your grandfather and I are going to talk this over with you one way or another so sit quietly and calm down!"
The girl; Vivian. Her jaw began to quiver "No…no I am not. I don't want to talk this over, I am sick of it, I am sick of everything! Can't you realize that by now? Of course you don't. I am threw of this crap, I've had it!"
"You act like you done everything in the world, but you don't. You're young sweetheart. You're still inexperienced You're-"
"Stop, I know I'm just a weakling with one love tap I'm crumple into little pieces."
"Don't use sarcasm with me young lady"
"Shut your pie hole I'm through with you bossing me around! No more!"
Vivian quickly went to the door her hand on the steel cold knob giving her a sense of excitement and euphoria. "Vivian please!" Vivian didn't give a second thought. "I'll be sure to send you postcards" The door closed shut. The grandfather; old but still strong came out of the kitchen hearing their argument while getting estimates done, he held his beloved wife sobbing; trying to save the one good thing in their world had failed miserably.
Vivian drove her 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS far away from town as far she could go until she stop at a gas station to refuel that pride and joy of hers. She had some friends who got a deal to get her this beauty for her 18th birthday; it was the best present ever. She did whatever she could to keep on going; gas stations, camping out. She brought a revolver from a gun shop when she crossed into a different state just in case something poke through the tent she bought at a wal-mart a few days back. This has been going on for almost a month, and Vivian relished every minuet of it. She may not had the perfect setup but it was enough for her. Just being out in different areas was pure exhilaration; driving in different highways, ACDC blaring out from her stereo, wind blowing through her hair. It was pure freedom. To get away. It was in her hands now and she felt she needed to hold on to it.
A few weeks later…
It weather turn into a monster as evening came. It poured heavy rain as the sky became black. Vivian turn the wipers on the fastest mode there was. It became too hard to see through the window with all that rain. She figured she better pull over until the worst was over, she hate to be reckless and get herself killed in a wreck. If she was going to make it through like easy rider she'll have to be smart and practical . "Oh I hope this rain ends soon" she muttered. Vivian never liked rain; it made simple things difficult, made everything messy, and it darkened her mood. She rather have the blistering sun than the cold hard rain. It didn't help her situation when it thundered outside. Vivian made a irate sigh and started to pull over the road; she parked her car onto a little a patch of land that wasn't far off the road. That way she was away from traffic but close to people if anything happened. The horror flicks like The Hitchhiker made her think twice about traffic etiquette. She turned off the engine; everything went silent except the rain outside. Vivian took a few breathes to ease herself into her seat; she wonder when will this flipping rain would end. "Ugh…go away rain" Vivian said to herself. She at least waited for 5 minuets and the rain didn't stop, not even to cease to a light drizzle. "C'mon I don't have to for this crap." she thought. She maneuvered her seat down so she could lie down. It seemed the rain was going to keep on pouring. Probably all night. Great.
Vivian's eyes started to feeling heavy. She glanced at her watch; it had been a whole hour waiting for the weather to calm down. She looked out the window; more rain and it just started lightning giving the area temporarily brightness. There was grass, rocks, and… was that a shadow? Okay, that was creepy. It had to be her imagination, maybe it wasn't Vivian opened her glove compartment to get her revolver just in case, can't be too careful. "Let it be my imagination…please let it be my imagination" Vivian thought repeatedly like a mantra. She could've of swore she saw something on the right side moving outside. She aimed at the area where the shadow moved again. Adrenaline slowly secreted into her system, heartbeat pumping hard, pulse increased; everything in her system went on high alert. "What is going on?" She thought "I hope it not some pervert sicko out there playing mind games" Vivian looked around seeing if there were more of these things. Whatever it was it stopped moving around her car. Vivian started calming down; nothing was there. She needed to lay down and rest, chances are the rain will quit by morning. Her head jerk to the front window as the unseen force broke the glass.
A week later..
"Change the station."
"—Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area—"
"—announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear—"
"—a series of tremors—"
Yep. It was the end of the world, all because of Sam Winchester the destined demon-blood addict who just killed Lilith the first demon who was in fact the last seal meaning ding-ding! Lucifer is free from his cage. Things couldn't get worse.
"Don't say anything" Dean Winchester the eldest brother of Sam. The righteous hunter who broke the first seal in hell and was rescued from Hell by an angel named Castiel, who in turn helped him to get to Sam before everything was lost. It was too late. Old Ned is walking free. Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here.
"It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?" Dean became all serious trying to keep it together like his father did; act like this was any other job. What else was there?
"All right, well, first things first—How did we end up on Soul Plane?" The two hunters were there when the cage was opening then…they were randomly on an airplane.
"Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?" Dean doubted that, since one particular heavy -set balding angel turn out to be more of a dick than Dean thought he was.
"Well, whatever. It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas."
The Winchester brothers went to see Chuck the prophet; writing a gospel about them so to speak. The last time Dean saw Casitel was in the reluctant prophet's house keeping the Archangels at bay; to give Dean more time to get to his brother. Chances of Cas surviving was slim. It seemed he was gone as the evidence in Chuck's hair confirmed. Of course Baldy aka Zachariah had to pop up. Luckily Dean was prepared and created a Blood Sigil to blast them from the house. Thanks to Castiel.
The brothers contacted a family friend Bobby Singer after a encounter from Becky a fan-girl of theirs or particularly Sam's fan in this case, told them that Chuck wanted to tell them about the Michael Sword whatever that meant. All they know was it was the sword that the Archangel Michael use to send Satan in the Pit. Sam had to confess to Bobby a that it was his fault that the Devil was out . It didn't go very well. Sam left the motel room they rented for the day. He felt this pool of guilt drowning him as he walk to the church near the area; books there hopefully might have something vital to this Apocalypse that he brought on.
"Castle Storage. 42 Rover Hill." Bobby read from the card
"Castle on a hill of forty-two dogs".
"So you think your dad had the Michael sword all this time?"
"I don't know. I'm not sure what else Chuck could have meant."
"Yeah. Okay. It's good enough for me." Bobby attacked Dean knocking him to the floor. His eyes turned black. Dean knew it meant that a demon was possessing the closest man to a father that Dean ever had.
Turns out Meg was out. A demon bitch who enjoyed slashing throats and nearly harmed Sam and Dean's father. They exorcised her down the furnace close to 4 years ago. Infuriately she came back with demons; one big male with a shaved head and a girl. She was average height of 5'8 at least, she looked like she been through a bloody fight; scratches and mud was caked in some places, she look like she lost some blood but Dean didn't see any entry wounds. What the hell did they do to her?
Meg told Bobby or the thing that was possessing him to stab Dean, Bobby seemed to have the limited strength enough to stab himself and collapsed. Sam happened to come at peculiar time just to see him on the floor while Dean struggled with the big guy. Meg sees Sam and he sees her. Remembered last time she was back she was possessing him. Sam tries to take her down but she had the upper hand. Perks of being a demon.
"It's not so easy without those super-special demon powers, huh, Sammy?" Meg always did like to tease. Sam noticed a girl right beside Meg, giving a smug smile as she punched him in the face. She kept punching him as Meg seemed to enjoy watching him get beat. Dean tried to rid himself the guy bent on killing him. He grabbed the demon-killing knife out from Bobby as he caught a glimpse of the girl who was punching his little brother now started strangling him. Dean managed to stab the bulky man, he noticed a dark red spot on the back of the girl's shirt; it had more blood than any other place on her. Why would they do that to her?
Sam tried to get the girl off of him; the demon in her wasn't going to let go that for sure. He briefly saw Meg escaping from the body she was possessing. Okay. Two down one to go. "D-Dean!" Sam gasped. The demon was determined. "Oh I'm not letting you off so easy Sam I-" the demon seemed to have falter its actions. Its hands loosened on Sam. He noticed it expressions changed; "Please h-help me". Dear lord the girl was trying to fight the thing off! Sam was able to grab hold of the girl "Sam! What's going on?" Dean yelled. "Dean! Get the holy water!" Dean rushed to their equipment finding a tin can. Chances were slim of surviving from possession depending on the condition of the victim but seeing this girl attempting to fight off the demon in her, Sam had to try to help her. "It's going to be okay" Sam said to the girl. "We're going to get rid of this thing." Dean went to his brother with the holy water "I have to warn you this will not end well." Dean opened the tin can and poured the water into her mouth. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii" Sam began to chant the exorcism he had done so many times back when him and Dean would regularly hunt demons down, back when things were simple and good half way between them, part of him rather use his power to pull the demon out of the girl; less risk but his ability seemed to gone out somehow. "Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos." Black smoke blowing out of her mouth as she screamed as the demon's black essence got out of the motel. The girl went unconscious in Sam's arms. Dean looked around; all was left in the room was the body of a dead guy, Bobby fatally wounded and a random girl passed out.
Sam and Dean carried Bobby and the girl to their '67 Impala to get to the nearest hospital they could find. After finding it, the two boys carried off Bobby first to the emergency room. Dean had to yell to get a nurse or doctor's attention. "Need some help here!" a dark-skinned nurse saw Bobby's wound.
"He was stabbed." Sam replied.
"Can we get a gurney?" the nurse asked around for assistance.
Two nurses rush a gurney over to Bobby. "Hang on, Bobby. Hang in there. You're gonna be okay." Dean said. "I'll go and get the girl, you just wait here with Bobby" Dean said Sam. It didn't take long for Dean to go back to the car and carried the unconscious girl to the emergency room. Bobby noticed the eldest Winchester holding a girl caked with mud. "W-who's the girl?" Bobby managed to asked. "She was there with Meg, she was possessed but she was strong enough to beg for help. We've managed to exorcise the demon out of her" Sam answered. "Yeah, but how she mind wrestle a demon?" Dean asked. The nurses got Bobby onto a gurney "Ah nurse we found this girl…unconscious" Dean said to the nurse. The lady took a look at the girl Dean was carrying. "Hey, we have another one injured!" The other nurses heard the lady and brought another gurney. "Sir, do you know who she is?" the nurse questioned Dean as he let the others help the girl onto the gurney. "No, we just…found her like that" he replied. Couple of the nurses drew their attention to Bobby "Hang on, Bobby. Hang in there. You're gonna be okay." Dean said to his father figure as they rushed him off. Sam and Dean tried to follow their friend but the nurse stopped them "Just wait here." "We can't just leave him." Sam said. "Just don't move. I've got questions." The nurse said as she went to check on the girl they've brought.
"Sammy, we got to go."
"No. No way, Dean."
"The demons heard where the sword is. We got to get to it before they do, if we're not too late already."
"Hey! You two come here!" The nurse said to get their attention. The two brothers turned their heads around in sync. "This lady here is conscious right now and she wants to say something to you two before we move her to a room" The duo went toward the gurney where the girl they've helped out. She looked weary and she seemed to be in between awake and unconscious; she was trying to keep awake to say something important "Hey there" Dean said to the weary female, trying to be in good spirits. The girl's voice was hoarse from dehydration and her screaming but it was audible enough for Dean and Sam to understand. "Thank you"
It was even audible to the nurse. "Alright, now we have to help her now" the nurses went and took the girl out of the room.
"You think she's going to be okay?" Sam asked his brother.
"I'm not sure, with that wound on her back her chances are slim"
"There was a wound?"
"Yeah, it was pretty bad, I don't know how deep it is"
"How did she get it? Was it the demons? If it is why would they do that?"
"I don't know"
"Man, this kid always ask too many questions" Dean thought. "Look we don't have a lot of time brainstorming Sam we have to go come on! Dean started leaving the hospital with his brother following him.