A/N: Hi everyone! Welcome to 'Heaven', the third and last story in my Davidson Gospels trilogy, a revision of season 5 of Supernatural. If you're just starting to read this story, you might want to read 'Hell' and 'Purgatory' first as they will explain the relationship my OC, Michelle Davidson, a Hunter from a long line, has with the Winchester brothers and who she is.
Michelle is a tall woman with chocolate brown hair that is slightly wavy and falls a little below her shoulders. She has gray eyes, pale skin, with no freckles or markings save a small scar next to her left eyebrow and one along the hairline of her right temple. I picture her looking something like Lynn Collins.
~8~ is a scene break
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And I just want to say to readers coming in from the two previous stories (and new readers) you guys are awesome! When I first started this trilogy, I was hoping for maybe 50 reviews in 'Hell' and you guys gave me 53! Then I was trying for 75 in 'Purgatory' and you awesome people gave me 88! Here's hoping we get to 100 for this story. Do you think we can make it? :) Either way, I hope you enjoy this story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural...or else Sam and Dean would have gone on international hunts much sooner and more frequently than just stopping Crowley. That would have been awesome!
Sympathy for the Devil
Michelle winced at the feeling of alcohol being pressed on one of her numerous wounds and woke up slowly. From what she could see, it was night and she was lying on a couch in a house that was definitely not Bobby's. She looked to her side to see both Sam and Dean cleaning her wounds, Sam looking as though he were about to break down at any moment while Dean looked stone-faced.
"You're awake!" Sam shouted, seeing her eyes open. The next moment she was being suffocated in a hug while Sam whispered over and over how sorry he was into her shoulder, "We…we thought you'd…you'd used too much to save me and…"
"Please," she said, pushing him away a bit, looking away from his hurt expression, "You can't get rid of me that easy."
"You were in pretty bad shape though," Dean remarked, "We got lucky, found a first aid kit und…"
"Under the sink in a blue bathroom on the second floor?" she guessed.
The boys looked at her in shock.
"How did you…" Sam began slowly.
She smiled, "You know, for two Hunters, you both suck at getting the facts," she pushed herself up, wincing slightly. They both tried to push her back but she just grabbed their arms and used it as a leverage to stand up completely. She took a step, stumbling, still very weak from using so much of her powers in such a condensed blast. Dean grabbed her, steadying her as she led the way to a china cabinet a little ways away, "What do you see?"
They looked at her curiously for a moment, before following her gaze to a small collection of pictures that lined the cabinet. Their eyes widened, "That's you!" Dean half-shouted.
She nodded, "Welcome to my house."
After a quick tour of the three story house and the basement, stocked full of every kind of weapon and item that could be used against the supernatural…which the boys and Michelle restocked a few bags with…they were headed outside.
Things had been very awkward between the trio ever since Michelle woke up. Sam had, apparently, asked Dean, while she was unconscious, why she was in the state she was, all banged up, and he'd told him about Zachariah sending her back to Hell. She almost couldn't take Sam's defeated and hopeless gaze as he realized just how deep a hole he'd dug for himself and how much the people he cared most about had suffered during his digging.
He'd gone through a list as Michelle showed them the house. First he'd not trusted Michelle, actually thought she'd abandoned him, then he'd joined a demon, then he'd used his psychic powers which Dean had begged him as his dying wish not to use ever again, then he'd lied to them both, he'd hated Michelle and made her miserable, he'd treated her differently, he'd put her through Hell, he'd defended a demon, he'd allowed himself to be manipulated by a demon, he'd fought his brother, he'd hurt them both, he'd trusted a demon over family, he drank demon blood basically turning himself into a monster, he'd told his brother he was basically nothing to him, he'd almost killed the woman he loved more than anything to protect a demon, he'd let his anger and hatred rule him, he'd probably damaged the relationship and trust he had with his brother, probably destroyed all hope he had of ever winning Michelle back, and almost broken the final seal and let Lucifer free. Sure, the seal had been broken anyway, but it was a miniscule comfort that he hadn't been the one to do it when he had all but paved the way for it to happen.
Overall…he was screwed…royally.
Michelle pointed out an area with a small, though intricate, obstacle course, which she claimed to have been able to do by the time she was eleven, her dad had been very proud. She'd pointed out her mother's garden of various herbs and flowers that she'd explained each had either protective properties or were harmful to demons, before taking them to a large garage. She opened it to reveal something that made Dean's mouth drop open and water.
There were four cars in total in the garage. One was a red 1994 Chevrolet Camaro Z28 with silver racing stripes. Then there was a silver 1998 Porsche Boxster. Next to it was a black and green 1991 Bugatti EB110. And finally, the cherry on top, was a gorgeous dark blue 1999 Pontiac Firebird.
"Yeah…" Michelle muttered, rubbing the back of her neck, embarrassed by the cars, "My mom loved classic cars but dad liked the racers, so they compromised. Newer, racier versions of classic cars."
"Marry me?" Dean asked her, half-serious.
She shook her head, rolling her eyes at him, before taking out a key and unlocking the Firebird. She walked to the back, popping the trunk and putting her bag in, the boys following her lead, "My turn to drive," she smiled, almost evilly.
The boys swallowed heavily, but got in the car anyway.
"We need to find Castiel," Michelle said, turning on a CD of music, not trusting what she might hear on the radio and not wanting Sam to feel even worse for possibly having started the chaos that they'd be hearing about later.
They'd made it to Chuck's house in record time as the car was able to reach speeds of nearly 120 MPH and Michelle seemed to drive at that speed almost the whole way. Dean had never feared for his life as much as he had during that drive. Michelle was much more concerned about Sam though as he hadn't said a word the whole time. But she had little time to think on it as they walked through Chuck's house, looking thoroughly devastated and partially destroyed. They felt like they heard noises around every corner but saw nothing. They were actually starting to get really worried about Castiel and Chuck, when suddenly the prophet jumped before them and hit Sam in the head...with a toilet plunger.
"Geez!" Sam stumbled back, holding a hand to his head, "Ow!"
"Sam," Chuck's eyes widened as he stepped back. His last vision of Sam hadn't been the greatest, he wasn't sure if it was almost-demon Sam or real Sam standing there. Though one quick look at Michelle's worn out appearance he could tell she'd used her power on him, it was real Sam.
"Yeah," Michelle nodded, as though reading his mind, "It's him."
"Hey, Chuck," Dean nodded.
"So...you're ok?" Chuck said slowly, looking at Sam.
Sam nodded, "Well, my head hurts…"
"No, I mean…I mean, my…my last vision…" he trailed, noticing Sam's flinch, "I wasn't sure if Michelle would get to you in time. You went, like, full-on Vader. Your body temperature was 150. Your heart rate was 200. Your eyes were black…"
"Your eyes went black?" Dean spun to face his brother, trying to mask his horror.
"I didn't know," Sam looked down.
"They won't be black ever again," Michelle assured them, "He's cleaner than he's ever been right now."
"Good," Dean nodded, before turning seriously to Chuck, "Where's Cas?"
"He's dead," Chuck replied, "Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry."
"You're sure?" Dean asked as Michelle frowned, "I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something."
"Oh, no," Chuck shook his head, "He, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup."
Sam stepped closer to Chuck and pointed to his left ear, "You got a…"
Chuck frowned and waved his hand to his right ear, "Uh…right here?" Sam shook his head and nodded to the other side of his head. Chuck felt it and his eyes widened, "Oh…oh, God!" he looked down at the molar he'd just pulled out of his hair, "Is that a molar?" he looked up at them, "Do I have a molar in my hair? This has been a really stressful day."
Dean shook his head, "Cas, you stupid bastard."
"Stupid?" Sam frowned, "He was trying to help us."
"Yeah, exactly," Dean turned to glare at him.
Sam stepped back and looked away, "So...what now?"
"I don't know," Michelle sighed, rubbing her head.
"Oh, crap," Chuck said, rubbing his own head.
"What?" Sam looked at him.
"I can feel them."
"Thought we'd find you here," Zachariah said from behind them.
The trio turned around, Michelle lunging at the angel but Dean and Sam jumped forward, holding her back, though very much wanting to smite the angel as well, but their odds didn't look good as there were two other angels accompanying him.
"Playtime's over, Dean," Zachariah said, "Time to come with us."
Dean gently pushed Michelle behind him, trying to keep her away from the angel, besides they couldn't do anything to him if he was so important to them.
"You just keep your distance, asshat," Dean glared along with Sam.
"You're upset," Zachariah stated.
"Yeah," Dean said sarcastically, "A little. You sons of bitches jump-started Judgment Day!"
"Maybe we let it happen," he shrugged, "We didn't start anything," he turned to look at Sam, "Right, Sammy? You came pretty close, didn't you?" he turned back to Dean, "And if Michelle hadn't been there, you wouldn't have been able to stop him so let's not quibble over who started what. Let's just say it was all our faults and move on. 'Cause, like it or not, it's Apocalypse Now. And we're back on the same team again."
"Is that so?" Dean glared.
"You want to kill the devil. We want you to kill the devil. It's...synergy."
"And I'm just supposed to trust you?" Dean scoffed, "Cram it with walnuts, ugly."
"This isn't a game, son," the angel glared, "Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast…before he finds his vessel."
"His vessel?" Sam frowned, "Lucifer needs a meat suit?"
"He is an angel," Michelle said from behind them.
"Them's the rules," Zachariah agreed, "And when he touches down, we're talking Four Horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies, the greatest hits. You can stop him, Dean, but you need our help."
"You listen to me, you two-faced douche," Dean's jaw clenched, "After what you did, to me, to Michelle, I don't want jack squat from you!"
"You listen to me, boy!" he threatened, "You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did? You forget who you're dealing with."
"No, you forget who you're dealing with," Michelle said, drawing their attention. They looked to see her crouched on the floor above a symbol the boys recognized as the banishing symbol that had sent Castiel packing back to Heaven, draw on the floor in blood, "Buh bye," she glared, slamming her bleeding hand down on the drawing.
"No!" Zachariah shouted as a white light forced the angels out of the room.
"You really need to teach us that," Dean remarked as Michelle stood up.
They found a motel room to stay in that day, Michelle and Dean sitting in the room, loading some of the guns they'd taken with ammunition, when Sam entered.
"Hey," Dean looked up.
"Hey," Sam greeted, not able to look at Michelle. She still looked pretty beat up though she gave no signs of being in pain. He just…it hurt too much to know it was basically his fault she was that way. He couldn't look Dean in the eye either, fearful of what he'd see there. He closed the door and pulled something out of his pocket, tossing it to Dean and Michelle. Dean fiddled with a small bag and looked up at Sam questioningly, "Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter."
"Where'd you get it?" Dean frowned.
"I made it," Sam admitted.
"How?" Michelle asked, a suspicious edge in her voice.
He hesitated for a long while, drawing both Dean and Michelle's gaze to him as he shuffled, uncomfortable, "I...I learned it from Ruby."
Dean put his gun down and got up to stand before Sam while Michelle picked up the bag and looked inside, "Speaking of. How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?"
"Uh, tell you the truth, I'm fine," Sam tried to smile, "No shakes, no fever. Michelle, you uh, really cleaned me right up."
"At the risk of her own life," Dean muttered, but Sam heard it anyway and looked down.
"Give me your bag," Michelle said, standing.
Sam grabbed a bag from his pocket and tossed it to her, "Why?" he asked.
"I'm going to destroy them."
"No Sam," she cut in, taking a breath, "Anything that Ruby taught you, you better forget."
"Look I know you…"
"No, you don't know Sam," Michelle cut in again, this time truly angry, something they had never really seen directed at them, "And I swear to God, if you defend her in this I will never speak to you again."
Sam looked down, making no move to stop her as she threw the bags into a trash bin and lit it on fire, setting it outside to burn.
"I wasn't going to defend her," he muttered quietly, "I just…I wanted to help…"
"That's how we got into this mess in the first place," she replied, harshly, but she was at her end with the whole thing.
At this point, anything that even vaguely reminded her of Ruby was going to feel her wrath, not because of what Ruby had succeeded in doing, setting Lucifer free, but how she had basically destroyed everything that had made Sam Sam, her Sam, and now...she was terrified that he'd never come back, having been too changed from all Ruby's influence despite her best efforts to purify not only the blood but the claws Ruby had sunk into him.
She reached into her pack and pulled out three amulets, tossing them to Sam and Dean, "It's an Enochian sigil, it'll keep us hidden from angels and demons."
"How'd you get them?" Dean asked, slipping his on.
"My family made them," she explained, "It's a bit of how they got so wealthy in the first place. They used to make amulets of protection and sell them to Hunters and buyers. Most Hunters don't put stock in them anymore, they don't really believe in angels any more so what's the need?"
Dean nodded, "So how'd they keep the moolah rolling in after the fad died out?"
"Lots of very good investments," she shrugged, it really was such a normal, human way to make money.
It was silent for a moment before Sam spoke again, addressing the two of them, "Guys…"
"Sam," Michelle cut in, "It's ok. You don't have to say anything."
"What can I even say?" he looked at them brokenly, "'I'm sorry?' 'I screwed up?' Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right…"
"So why do you keep bringing it up?!" Dean nearly shouted, neither he nor Michelle were in the mood or the right frame of mind right now to be able to talk about this rationally with Sam without completely breaking him down about what he'd done, "Why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it," Sam nodded, "Alright, so, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?"
"We'd, uh, figure out where the thing is."
"Alright," Dean nodded, "So we just got to find...the devil."
Later on Sam was staring at their father's journal while Dean watched TV and Michelle scoured over a few books she had taken from her house.
"How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes, all at the same time, all around the globe?" a voice on TV asked.
"Two words," another voice responded, "Carbon emissions."
"Yeah, right, wavy gravy," Dean rolled his eyes at the TV. There was a knock on the door as Sam got up to answer it. Dean pulled out his gun as did Michelle, but both hid them quickly when an overly excited young woman walked in, seeming to have trouble breathing.
"You ok, lady?" Sam asked, worried.
"Sam...is it really you?" the girl's eyes widened. Sam glanced back at Dean and Michelle as the woman stepped closer and put a hand on his chest, "And you're so firm."
Sam took her hands off him and stepped away, uncomfortable not only with the woman touching him but with the fact that something like this had happened before and it only ended with him hurting Michelle, he wasn't ever going there again, "Uh, do I know you?"
"No," she smiled, "But I know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're…" she looked at Dean, "…not what I pictured," then her eyes widened as she saw Michelle and took a few steps towards her, "But you're exactly like I pictured Michelle! I'm always you on Halloween," she smiled and Michelle wasn't sure whether to be flattered or creeped out by that fact, "I'm Becky. I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few…" she glanced down a bit, giggling, recalling what type of fan fiction she had been writing a few hours ago. She was a hardcore Sachelle fan but sometimes…the call of Hot Dam just couldn't be helped, "Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were."
"Chuck?" Dean asked, standing up.
"He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels. Nice change up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old."
"Right," Sam nodded slowly, "Just, um...what's the message?"
"He had a vision. 'The Michael Sword is on Earth. The angels lost it.'"
"The Michael Sword?" Dean and Michelle asked at the same time, though Michelle more in concern than confusion like Dean.
"Becky, does he know where it is?" Sam asked, thinking that whatever it is must be important.
"'In a castle, on a hill made of 42 dogs,'" she recited.
Michelle frowned, that didn't seem right. Whenever Chuck had a vision, he usually put it into contemporary words, usually his visions never even sounded like that. It sounded far too old and cryptic to have come from him.
"42 dogs?" Dean asked, just as confused.
"Are...you sure you got that right?" Sam frowned.
"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said," Becky replied, stepping closer to Sam and putting a hand on his chest again, "I memorized every word. For you."
"Um, Becky, c…uh, can you...quit touching me?" he asked, stepping away from her.
"No," she grinned, stepping forward.
"Thank you for the information," Michelle stood up, "Now, if you read the books, you can guess what I'm about to do right?"
Becky glanced at her, eyes wide as she saw the gun hanging in the woman's hand. She quickly scampered out of the room and shut the door behind her.
She sat down heavily, ignoring the looks from the boys, "Damn straight it doesn't make sense," Michelle commented, frowning in thought.
There was a knock on the door. Fearing it might be fan girl Becky back for more, Dean peeked through the peephole, smiling when he saw it was Bobby.
He opened the door, hugging the man as he entered, "Hey, Bobby."
"Good to see you all in one piece," Bobby smiled, hugging Sam as he came over.
Dean closed the door and turned, only to see Michelle with her mouth dropped open, horrified, though snapping it shut when Bobby glanced at her, but she made no move to hug him. Dean frowned, glancing back at Bobby, "You weren't followed, were you?"
"You mean by angels, demons, or Sam's new super fan?" Bobby asked.
"You heard?" Sam laughed.
While Sam had Bobby's attention Dean mouthed 'what?' to Michelle, her eyes on Bobby, making sure he wasn't looking when she replied, 'demon,' back. Dean's eyes widened as he looked at Bobby then to Michelle's tense face.
This was not going to be easy.
"I heard, Romeo," Bobby laughed, "So...Sword of Michael, huh?"
"You think we're talking about the actual sword from the actual archangel?" Dean asked him, if he was a demon, maybe he knew something.
"You better friggin' hope so," Bobby said, opening a book to reveal an image of a feminine-looking Michael, surrounded by cherubs, "That's Michael. Toughest son of a bitch they got."
Sam flipped to another page, oblivious to the fact there was a demon next to him, revealing another feminine Michael.
"You kidding me?" Dean scoffed, "Tough? That guy looks like Cate Blanchett."
"Well, I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley, believe me," Bobby remarked, "He commands the heavenly host. During the last big dust-up upstairs, he's the one who booted Lucifer's ass to the basement. Did it with that sword," Dean frowned, he was not talking like Bobby, heavenly host? He would have made up some 'Average Joe' word for that, "So if we can find it..."
"We can kick the devil's ass all over again," Sam smiled, "Alright. So, where do we start?"
"Divvy up and start reading, try and make sense of Chuck's nonsense," Bobby told them, putting a pile of books on the table. Sam stared at the books for a moment as Bobby turned to him, "Kid? You alright?"
"No, actually," Sam turned to him, "Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry."
"Sam," Michelle cut in.
"Lilith didn't break the final seal," Sam ignored her, "Lilith was the final seal."
"Sam, stop it," Dean warned, watching demon-Bobby carefully.
"I almost killed her, I let her get killed, and I practically set Lucifer free," Sam dropped his head. It really was all his fault. If he'd just killed Ruby instead of trusting her, he'd never have gotten that close, he'd never have given her the chance to get a backup and succeed.
"You what?" Bobby's eyes widened.
"You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on."
"You're damn right you didn't listen," Bobby advanced on him.
Dean tensed as the demon approached his brother, but he couldn't do anything. Use Ruby's knife, kill Bobby, begin an exorcism, the demon would probably kill Sam and Bobby on the way out.
"You were reckless and selfish and arrogant!" Bobby glared.
Sam couldn't tell it wasn't Bobby, he hadn't been around to hear Bobby defend him when he'd been on the blood, he didn't know he was possessed, so the words hurt, "I'm sorry."
"Oh, yeah? You're sorry you started Armageddon? This kind of thing don't get forgiven, boy. If, by some miracle, we pull this off...I want you to lose my number. You understand me?"
Sam nodded, seeming defeated though expecting it at the same time, "There's an old church nearby," he picked up his coat, "Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there."
"Yeah," Bobby glared, "You do that."
Sam left the room, shoulders hunched.
Dean walked over to Michelle, "You go check on him," he whispered, "I'll try and take care of this, just get back soon."
She nodded and went after Sam. She managed to catch up to him relatively quickly though he hadn't exactly believed her when she said Bobby was a demon, thinking she was saying it to cheer him up, make him think it wasn't Bobby's true feelings, but when she pulled him back to the room, saying Dean was in danger, he believed her. She wouldn't use Dean's safety as a way to manipulate him.
They ran back into the room, now filled with other demons, just as Bobby stabbed himself with Ruby's knife, killing the demon within him.
"No!" Sam shouted as another male demon slammed Dean into the wall and wailed on him.
"Heya, Sammy," a female demon turned to them, blocking their way, "You miss me? 'Cause I sure missed you."
"Meg?" Sam's eyes widened.
Sam charged at her but she managed to kick him in the crotch and knock him to the ground. Michelle quickly shot the male demon in the leg, distracting him enough for Dean to grab the knife and stab him. Michelle turned to Meg and shot her in the back, but before the host could die, the demon flew out of her, killing her anyway. They all ran to Bobby's side, hoisting him up and carrying him to the Impala that Bobby had brought to the motel, driving to the hospital as fast as they could.
"What did you tell them?" Michelle asked Dean as she applied pressure to Bobby's wound. The only reason more demons would be there was if they found something out and needed to kill Dean before he told Sam or herself.
Dean shook his head, "Castle Storage. 42 Rover Hill."
"Dad's storage?" Sam frowned, "A hill made of 42 dogs?"
"That's not it," Michelle shook her head, "It's too cryptic for Chuck to see as a vision."
"Yeah, I know," Dean agreed, "That's why I told them about the storage place."
Michelle stared at him a moment before a smile crept its way onto her face, "It's a trap, you sent them there into a trap."
"Yup," Dean nodded, "All of dad's storage places are booby trapped, we can go collect the sword later."
They flew into the emergency room, struggling to carry Bobby between them.
"Need some help here!" Dean shouted.
"What happened?" a nurse ran over.
"He was stabbed," Sam replied.
"Can we get a gurney?" the nurse called over her shoulder as two other nurses ran over with one between them.
"Hang on, Bobby," Michelle muttered to him, "Hang in there. You're gonna be ok."
They laid Bobby out on the gurney and the nurses rushed off with him. They began to follow but the first nurse stopped them, "Just wait here."
"We can't just leave him," Sam argued.
"Just don't move," she told them before rushing off, "I've got questions."
"We got to go," Michelle said, pulling them towards the door.
"No," Sam shook his head, it was all his fault that the demons had done this to Bobby, he couldn't leave, "No way."
Dean grabbed his jacket and turned his brother to face him, "The demons know where the sword is. We got to get to it before they figure out a way around the traps, if we're not too late already. Come on!"
Dean unlocked the storage room, Sam and Michelle standing watch for demons, before they all entered the room to see dead demons sprawled across the room. It seemed they hadn't found a way around the traps yet.
"I see you told the demons where the Sword is," Zachariah said from behind them. They spun around to see him with an angel on either side of him. Apparently, he didn't think he could take them on his own anymore.
"Oh, thank God," Dean replied sarcastically, "The angels are here."
"And to think...they could have grabbed it any time they wanted," Zachariah continued, ignoring Dean, "It was right in front of them."
"What do you mean?" Sam frowned.
"We may have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck's skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael Sword. We truly couldn't find it. Until now. You've just hand-delivered it to us."
"We don't have anything," Dean insisted.
"It's you, Dean," Michelle replied, glaring at the angels, "You're the Michael Sword."
Dean's head snapped to the side to stare at her in disbelief.
"What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer?" Zachariah laughed at Dean's shocked look, "You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much of one."
"What do you mean, I'm the sword?" Dena turned to the angel.
"You're Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his...receptacle."
"I'm a vessel?" his eyes widened.
Michelle nodded solemnly, "Michael's vessel."
"How?" he looked between her and Zachariah, "Why…why me?"
"Because you're chosen!" the angel shouted, "It's a great honor, Dean."
"Oh, yeah," Dean rolled his eyes, "Yeah, life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks."
"Joking," he shook his head, "Always joking. Well...no more jokes," he raised one hand and pointed it like a gun at Dean, switching to Sam suddenly, "Bang."
There was a loud crunch as Sam fell to the ground, unable to stand, clutching his leg in pain.
"You son of a bitch!" Dean shouted, about to lunge at Zachariah as Michelle knelt at Sam's side.
"Keep mouthing off, I'll break more than his legs," the angel threatened, "I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don't have our general. That's bad. Now, Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?"
"You want the Sword?" Michelle asked, standing up and getting in between Dean and the angel, "You're going to have to get through the Shield."
"What Shield?" Zachariah laughed, "That's a myth."
"Is it?" Michelle tilted her head to the side, "You wanna try what you did to Sam to me? Go ahead, I dare you."
"Michelle…" Dean began, fearful for the woman. She had to be crazy right now, or bluffing, there was no shield in the pictures of Michael.
"Go on," Michelle challenged.
Zachariah glared and pointed a finger at her head, "Bang," he smirked. But the smirk fell quickly when Michelle remained standing.
"Wow," she replied sarcastically, "Impressive," Dean smirked at her as she continued, "And don't bother setting your sidekicks on me either, they still have to follow my orders over yours and besides, even if I wasn't here, you can't just nab Dean."
Dean's eyes widened as he realized something, "You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin."
Zachariah glare at Michelle for making Dean aware of that, "Unfortunately, yes."
"Well, there's got to be another way."
"There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the Serpent. It is written."
Michelle frowned at that as Dean shook his head, moving to stand next to her, "Yeah, maybe. But, on the other hand...eat me. The answer's no."
"Ok," he nodded, "How about this? Your friend Bobby…we know he's gravely injured. Say yes, and we'll heal him. Say no, he'll never walk again."
"No," Dean glared at him, how dare he use Bobby as bait?
"Then how about we heal you from...stage-four stomach cancer?" he pointed at Dean before Michelle could move to stand in front of him and block the oncoming attack.
Dean doubled over, coughing, spitting blood into his palm, "No," he held firm.
"Then let's get really creative," Zachariah looked around, "Uh, let's see how...Sam does without his lungs."
Before Zachariah could move to hurt Sam, he found himself pressed against the wall, Michelle pining him there, holding a knife to his throat. The other angels made a move to get her, when she turned to them, "Stay back!" they quickly stepped back, unable to do anything at the direct order.
"Are we having fun yet?" Zachariah glared at her, before looking at Dean, "You're going to say yes, Dean."
"You'll have to kill me first," Dean grinned.
"Kill you?" Zachariah raised an eyebrow, laughing, "Oh, no. I'm just getting started."
"Wanna bet?" Michelle asked, smirking, as a bright light flashed through the room and one of the angels collapsed with a bloody hole in his throat. As he fell to the ground they could see Castiel standing behind him. Another angel rushed at him and he quickly stabbed the other one as well.
"About time," Michelle smiled at the resurrected angel.
"Sorry," he smiled in return.
"How are you..." Zachariah asked, staring in horror.
"Alive? That's a good question. How did these three end up on the other side of the country? Another good question. 'Cause the angels didn't do it. I think we both know the answer, don't we?"
"No," Zachariah shook his head, "That's not possible."
"You should know, anything is," Michelle replied.
"It scares you," Castiel tilted his head as he stared at his one-time brother, and after everything the man had done, to Michelle, to the brothers, how could he still see him as kin? "Well, it should. Now, put these boys back together and go. I won't ask twice."
Zachariah stared at him in defiance.
Michelle pressed her knife firmer against his neck, "Do you want me to order him to kill you now? Because honestly, I won't miss you."
Zachariah turned to stare at her, before disappearing, leaving Sam and Dean as healthy as before. Michelle stepped back as the boys got to their feet.
Castiel turned to them, "You two need to be more careful."
"Yeah, I'm starting to get that," Dean cleared his throat, "Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought."
"I don't mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those amulets won't be enough to protect you."
He stepped forward, putting hand on Dean and Sam's chest, causing them to gasp a moment later. He turned to Michelle, doing the same. She smiled, pulling off her necklace.
"What the hell was that?" Dean put a hand to his chest.
"Another Enochian sigil," Michelle answered for him, "It'll hide us from every angel in creation, including Lucifer."
"What, did you just brand us with it?" Dean shook his head.
"No," Castiel replied, "I carved it into your ribs."
"Hey, Cas, were you really dead?" Sam asked after a moment.
"Then how are you back?" Dean frowned.
Castiel vanished, leaving Sam and Dean confused but Michelle with a smile on her face.
As they walked down the hallway of the hospital, they could hear Bobby screaming at the end of it, "'Unlikely to walk again?!' Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" a doctor quickly fled the room past them as they entered, "I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!" he looked over at the trio, "You believe that yahoo?"
"Screw him," Dean waved it off, "You'll be fine."
"So, let me ask the million-dollar question," Sam looked at them, "What do we do now?"
"Well...we save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess," Bobby shrugged, "It's bad. Whoever wins, Heaven or Hell, we're boned."
"What if we win?" Dean asked, drawing all their attention at his confident tone, "I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap Apocalypse. Hell, they want to fight a war, they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take 'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves."
"And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?" Bobby smiled a bit.
"I got no idea," he admitted, earning a chuckle from Bobby and Michelle, "But what I do have is a GED, a give-'em-hell attitude, and, apparently, a walking encyclopedia of Biblical lore," he glanced at Michelle, "I'll figure it out."
"You are nine kinds of crazy, boy," Bobby shook his head fondly.
"It's been said," Dean shrugged, patting the older man on the shoulder, "Listen, you stay on the mend. We'll see you in a bit," he headed for the door, Sam and Michelle following.
"Sam?" Bobby called after him, causing Sam to stop and turn around, "I was awake. I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that...that was the demon talking. I ain't cutting you out, boy. Not ever."
"Thanks Bobby," Sam said after a long pause.
"You're welcome," Bobby smiled, "I deserve a damn medal for this, but...you're welcome."
"Told you so," Michelle smiled as they left.
"You know, I was thinking," Sam began as they walked to the car, "Maybe we could go after the Colt."
"Why?" Dean sighed, "What difference would that make?"
"Well, we could use it on Lucifer…"
"I don't think it would work," Michelle replied, "There are only five things the Colt can't kill, and I know God is one of them…I have a strong guess the main archangels are the other four."
"Oh…" Sam sighed, before glancing at his brother, "Well, anyway, what you just said back there…"
"I just said a bunch of crap for Bobby's benefit," Dean admitted, stopping suddenly and turning to face Sam. Michelle looked away, knowing this wasn't going to be an easy conversation to witness, "I mean, I'll fight. I'll fight till the last man, but let's at least be honest. I mean, we don't stand a snowball's chance and you know that. I mean, hell, you, of all people, know that."
"Dean..." Michelle began.
"Is there something you want to say to me?" Sam cut in.
It was silent for a long moment before Dean spoke again, sounding almost defeated, "I tried, Sammy. I mean, I really tried. But I just can't keep pretending that everything's alright. Because it's not. And it's never going to be. You chose a demon over your own brother…" Sam looked down, "…and look what happened."
"I would give anything, anything, to take it all back," Sam said, heartbrokenly. It was really tearing him apart to deal with the consequences of his actions.
"We know you would," Michelle stepped up, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, "And we know how sorry you are. We do."
"But," Dean continued as Michelle looked at him and sighed, nodding, "You were the one that we depended on, that I depended on, the most. And you let us down, you let me down in ways that I can't even..." he paused, struggling to get the words out, "I'm just…I'm having a hard time forgiving and forgetting here," he glanced at Michelle, "I think we both are. You know?"
"What can I do?" he asked them desperately.
"Honestly?" Dean answered, "Nothing."
Sam nodded, looking down, he was expecting that.
"I just…" Michelle added after a moment, "I'm not sure we can ever be what we were. You know?"
She tried to ignore the flinch Sam gave as she told him the truth. She'd tried so hard to return to that place she'd been in with him when she'd gotten out of Hell, but then he'd been infected with demon blood, it wasn't him, it didn't mean anything, all their progress was for nothing. She just…she wasn't sure she could put all that effort into it again and have it fall apart again.
Sam nodded, resigned.
"I just don't think we can trust you," Dean finished.
Sam looked up, startled by that.
This he wasn't expecting.
He looked from Dean to Michelle, seeing them both looking down. He'd really screwed up. It hit him now. He'd done them so much wrong, he wasn't even sure he could ever make up for it. But he needed to try, he couldn't exist without the two of them.
A/N: So Michael has a shield now too huh? Hmmm...a sword and shield, that's quite a solid pairing isn't it? What will that mean for Dean and Michelle? How did Michelle even know Dean was the sword? What exactly is the Michael Shield anyway? Is that why she wasn't affected by Zachariah's little brain warping with Sandover's ghost? Or is there something more to it? Will Sam ever earn Dean's trust, Michelle's love again?
That's what we'll spend this story finding out I suppose :)