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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 21, 2015 13:26:35 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 21, 2015 13:26:35 GMT -5

ooc; SEASON FOUR. EPISODE TWENTY-ONE.

"Okay. Let me out" Sam demanded. He'd been locked in Bobby's panic room for a few hours now and was more than a little agitated. "This is not funny." Dean, on the other side of the door, speaking to Sam through the barred window nodded seriously. "Damn straight." "Dean, come on" Sam insisted. "This is crazy." Dean shook his head firmly. "No. Not until you dry out." Sam sighed heavily with a downcast expression. "Look, I'm sorry" he apologized. "I shouldn't have lied to you. Just open the door." Dean shook his head. "You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. It's not your fault that you lied to me over and over and OVER again." He stressed key words in the phrase with a tight, humorless smile. "I get it now. You couldn't help it." Sam saw where this was going pretty quickly. "I'm not some kind of junkie" he lashed out, offended by the implication. Dean raised an eyebrow. "Really? I guess I've just imagined how strung out you've been lately." "You're actually trying to twist this into some kind of ridiculous drug intervention" Sam scoffed in exasperation, turning away from the door and pacing a few steps in the opposite direction. Dean was out of his mind. Drug addicts couldn't control themselves. That wasn't him.

"If it smells like a duck..." Dean crossed his arms. Sam spun back around, re-approaching the door with an ugly scowl. "Dean, I'm not drinking the demon blood for kicks! I'm getting strong enough to kill Lilith." "Strong" Dean echoed incredulously. "This is about as far away from strong as you can get. Try weak. Try desperate. Pathetic." "Killing Lilith is what matters" Sam snapped, trying to let those harsh descriptive words from Dean bounce past without bothering him. "Or are you so busy being self-righteous you forgot about her?" "Oh, Lilith's gonna die" Dean announced darkly. "Bobby and I will kill her. But not with you." Sam's eyes widened dramatically. "You're not serious??" Dean smiled sadly. "Congrats, Sammy. You just bought yourself a benchwarmer seat to the apocalypse." He took a step back and closed the window, locking it in place. "Dean, look—no, wait—" Sam slammed his fist into the door, raising his voice. "DEAN, get back here!! Let me out!" He banged on the door another time in frustration and then began to pace the room in a circle, raking one hand through his floppy hair. Suddenly, the lights began to flicker. Sam rushed back over to the door and renewed his efforts to get Dean and Bobby's attention, urgently. "Guys! Get down here! Something's coming! Guys!!" No answer.

Sam turned back around to face the room at large and found himself staring at Alistair. "You...you're dead" he stammered, pressing his back into the door. Alistair smiled wickedly. "Hello, Sam. It's a pleasure to see you again." He glanced around the otherwise empty room. "Looks like I have you all to myself here. Goodness. How will we pass the time?" He pulled a razor from one pocket, holding it up so that its blade glinted in the room's only light bulb. Sam tried to take another step backwards but there was nowhere else to go.

He was trapped.

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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 21, 2015 13:39:25 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 21, 2015 13:39:25 GMT -5

"Stop! Stop!! Please!!!"

Sam's tortured screams floated up to the library where Dean and Bobby were sitting in silence. Bobby pulled two semi-clean glasses from his desk drawer, followed by a bottle of whiskey which he then proceeded to tip into the glasses until they were full. Then he passed one over to Dean who accepted and downed half the drink in one gulp. "How long is this gonna go on" he asked, lowering the glass. "Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual" Bobby deadpanned, pretending to lean forward to grab a book before leaning back in his seat again. "Oh wait. No one ever wrote one." He took a sip of his own whiskey and then answered Dean's original question grimly. "No telling how long it'll take. Hell, or if Sam will even live through it." That was not exactly a comforting thing to hear. Dean sighed heavily and gulped some more whiskey.

Bobby's local phone rang and he picked it up with a skeptical expression. "Hello." His expression turned annoyed as he promptly said, "suck dirt and die, Rufus. You call me again, I'll kill you." "What's up with Rufus" Dean wanted to know as Bobby hung up and tossed his phone onto the cluttered desk. "He knows." Bobby tipped his head towards the basement stairs. The phone rang again. Bobby snatched it up. "I'm busy, you son of a bitch. This better be important." There was a long pause. Bobby's eyes widened in dismay. So yes, Dean concluded.

It was important.

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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 21, 2015 14:05:59 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 21, 2015 14:05:59 GMT -5

"Alistair, stop please" Sam begged, thrashing against his bindings in pain as the razor ripped through his flesh. "NOOOOO!" He squeezed his eyes closed. When he opened them again, he was surprised to find that not only was he not bound or bleeding but Alistair was not actually there either. Sitting up slowly on the cot, Sam ran both hands over his eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening. "The answer's yes" a voice from the shadows informed him. "You're hallucinating." The owner of that voice stepped forward and Sam stared openly. "That's right, it's me" he went on. "Or I mean it's you." "I'm losing my mind" Sam whispered, staring at the exact spitting image of himself from around the age of fourteen. "Definitely" young Sam agreed. Sam closed his eyes tightly, counted to three and then opened them but young Sam was still there. "What do you want?" "An explanation" he cried in annoyance. "How could you do this to me? I thought we were gonna be normal." "I tried" Sam promised his younger self intensely. "I did. It just didn't pan out that way. Sorry, kid."

"Sorry, kid" young Sam echoed incredulously. "That's what you have to say? It's all we ever wanted! And we were so close. You got away from Dad. You quit hunting. You were gonna become a lawyer and get married. Why'd you blow it?" Sam felt hot tears start to rise as he choked out the words, "look. They killed Jessica." "Yeah." Young Sam nodded bitterly. "And if you hadn't run off with Dean, if you'd been there to protect her, she'd still be alive." It had been four years since Jess had died and Sam hadn't gone a day without thinking those exact words at least once. Less and less as the years wore on, but he knew he'd never 100% shake that guilt. "I know." "You think Jess would want you to turn into this" young Sam went on accusingly. "She loved you more than anything. You think she'd be happy with you using her as an excuse?" A muscle ticked in Sam's jaw. "I'm sorry. I am. But life doesn't turn out the way you thought when you were fourteen years old" he insisted, narrowing his eyes. "We were never gonna be normal. We were never gonna get away. Grow up."

"Maybe you're right" young Sam agreed after a minute of silence. "Maybe there's no escape. After all, how can you run from what's inside you?" He tilted his head to one side, his eyes turning pale yellow. Sam closed his eyes quickly, drawing his knees up into a ball on the cot. He counted to ten this time before opening his eyes slowly.

He was alone again.

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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 21, 2015 14:22:29 GMT -5

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"The news ain't good." Bobby lay several newspaper articles down on the desk in front of Dean, who scanned them briefly. "This is what Rufus called about" he wondered aloud, quoting the headline of the first article. "'Key West sees ten species go extinct'." "Yep." Bobby nodded grimly, pointing at the rest of the pile. "Plus Alaska. Fifteen-man fishing crew all stricken blind, cause unknown. New York, teacher goes postal, locks the door, kills exactly sixty-six kids. All this in a single day. I looked them up." Bobby gestured to an open leather bound book on the other side of his desk. "There's no doubt about it. They're all seals. Breaking. Fast." Dean reached across the desk to pick up the whiskey bottle and top off his empty glass. "How many are left?" Bobby shrugged uncertainly. "Who knows? Can't be many. Where the hell are your angel pals?" Dean wondered why they were always referred to as "his" pals. With the possible exceptions of Cas and Anna, he wasn't exactly in their fan club. But he left that un-touched, shrugging blandly. "You tell me."

"I'm just wondering" Bobby piped up with after a minute of contemplative silence. Dean swirled the whiskey around in his glass, glancing over curiously. "What?" Bobby looked off to one side, seeming to have an internal battle with himself as to whether or not to actually say his next words before going for it. "The apocalypse being nigh and all...is now really the right time to be having this little domestic drama of ours?" Dean stopped swirling, holding his glass still mid-air. "What do you mean?" "Well, I don't like this any more than you do" Bobby began slowly, finally returning his focus to Dean. "But Sam can kill demons. He's got a real shot at stopping Armageddon." Dean set down his glass with a hard clink. "So what? Sacrifice Sam's life, his soul, for the greater good? Is that what you're saying?" He rose to his feet with an almost dangerous expression. "Times are bad, so let's use Sam as a nuclear warhead?"

Bobby rose to his feet as well, looking upset. "Look, I know you hate me for suggesting it" he remarked, biting his lip. "Hell, I hate me for suggesting it. I love that boy like a son." He crossed around the desk to stand with Dean. "All I'm saying is maybe he's here right now instead of on the battlefield because we love him too much."

That wasn't a particularly comforting thing to hear either.

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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 21, 2015 16:08:15 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 21, 2015 16:08:15 GMT -5

Sam sat cross-legged on the cot, his forehead coated in a light sheen of sweat, his throat and mouth parched. He wasn't sure he'd ever felt this terrible in his life. "Poor baby." Sam looked up, startled, as yet another familiar voice reached his ears. "Mom??" Mary Winchester approached the cot, wearing the white nightgown she'd been wearing on the day she was murdered, complete with blood stain. "Sam" she greeted, sitting beside him. "You look terrible." Sam gave a bitter laugh and shook his head, preparing for the tirade. "Let's hear it. Go ahead." Mary frowned, tilting her head to one side. "What do you mean?" "You're disappointed. You never thought I'd turn out this way. I'm a piss-poor excuse for a son. Your heart is broken" Sam listed off in a choked-up voice. "Am I close?" "Not at all. You're doing the right thing, Sam." Mary straightened her head, smiling fondly at him. "What you're doing is brave. You're not being crazy, you're being practical. Sam, I am so proud of you." "But...But Dean" he stammered in confusion. "Your brother doesn't understand" Mary assured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But I do. I was raised a hunter from a long line. We understand that there are gonna be hard choices. And we do what we have to to get the job done." She moved her hand from his shoulder to his cheek, cupping it warmly. "Yes, our family is cursed. But you—you have the power to turn it into a gift. You can use it against them." Sam closed his eyes, committing the feel of her hand against his skin to memory, just sort of melting into her touch as protection from the world.

"For revenge" he croaked hoarsely, finally opening his eyes and looking up at her. "No, for justice" she corrected gently. "I know how scared you are." Sam felt his eyes tearing up. "What's in me, Mom, it's"- "Evil" she finished, removing her hand from his cheek. "And you know it." "What if it's stronger than me" Sam worried, a few tears spilling out. "I mean, look at me. What if Dean's right?" "Dean can never know how strong you are, because Dean is weak" Mary countered passionately. "Look at what he's done to you. Locking you in here? He's terrified. He's in over his head. You have to go on without him." She tucked a lock of his long hair behind his ear with a proud, encouraging smile. "You have what it takes. You have to kill Lilith." "Even if it kills me" Sam agreed, nodding shakily. "Make my death mean something" Mary finished, rising. "I'm counting on you, Sam. Don't let anyone or anything get in your way." She kissed his forehead and began retreating into the shadows.

"Not even Dean."

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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 21, 2015 20:51:21 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 21, 2015 20:51:21 GMT -5

Dean stood in Bobby's junkyard out back of the house, pacing. He'd been "praying"...for lack of a better word...for Castiel's help for a very long time and was just about to give up on the guy when he appeared out of thin air with a small gust of wind a few feet away. Dean ceased his pacing and threw up his hands in frustration. "Well, it's about time. I've been screaming myself hoarse out here for about two and a half hours now." Castiel stared at him with no expression. "What do you want" he demanded in a hard voice. "You can start with what the hell happened in Illinois" Dean returned, his own tone pretty far from friendly as he took two steps closer to the angel. "What do you mean?" Castiel tried playing clueless but Dean wasn't having any of it. "Cut the crap" he insisted forcefully. "You were gonna tell me something." Castiel placed both hands in his trenchcoat pockets, shrugging lightly. "Well, nothing of import." Dean stared doubtfully, both eyebrows raised. "You got ass-reamed in heaven but it was not of import?" Castiel stared Dean down, speaking firmly, with no room for further argument. "Dean, I can't." There was a brief pause and then his tone softened marginally. "I'm sorry." Dean looked away, shaking his head in annoyance.

Castiel spoke again after another brief stretch of silence. "Get to the reason you really called me. It's about Sam, right?" Dean took a deep breath, collecting himself, and turned his full attention back to the angel. "Can he do it? Kill Lilith, stop the apocalypse?" "Possibly, yes" Castiel allowed with a slight nod of the head. "But as you know, he'd have to take certain steps." "Crank up the hell-blood regimen" Dean concluded, the words like burning acid in his mouth. He couldn't believe he was actually even considering this course of action but he was running out of other options. Hence his call to the god squad.

"Consuming the amount of blood it would take to kill Lilith would change your brother forever" Castiel announced gravely. "Most likely, he would become the next creature that you would feel compelled to kill." Dean closed his eyes and turned away, trying to keep his composure. "There's no reason this would have to come to pass, Dean" Castiel said calmly after a long minute of silence. "We believe it's you, Dean, not your brother" he went on. "The only question for us is whether you're willing to accept it. Stand up and accept your role." He placed a hand on Dean's shoulder encouragingly. "You are the one who will stop it." Dean opened his eyes and looked down at Castiel's hand, which was removed so promptly that Dean almost had to smile. Almost. His mind was a little bit too occupied for such amusements. "If I do this, Sammy doesn't have to" he clarified, squaring his position so that he and Castiel were face to face. "If it gives you comfort to see it that way" Castiel responded evasively, no straight answer given. "God you're a dick these days" Dean complained, shaking his head and walking a few paces away, running his two options through his mind on a loop. There really wasn't any alternative. There was no way he was going to let his brother kill himself over this. So he exhaled as slow and deeply as possible before re-facing the expectant angel. "Fine, I'm in."

"You give yourself over wholly to the service of God and his angels" Castiel asked, watching Dean intently. Dean waved this off impatiently. "Yeah, exactly." "Say it" Castiel commanded with authority. Dean rolled his eyes. "I give myself over wholly to serve God and you guys." His adaptation of the quote seemed sufficient enough for Castiel, who moved on. "You swear to follow his will and his word as swiftly and obediently as you did your own father's?" "Yes, I swear, ok" Dean huffed, waiting for his next instructions. "Now what?" "Now you wait" Castiel explained simply. "And we call on you when it's time." Dean smiled sarcastically. "I can't wait."
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"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you willingly signed up to be the angels' bitch" Bobby summarized in disbelief after Dean had filled him in on the conversation with Cas. Dean, who was leaning against the library doorframe with crossed arms, shot Bobby a look. "I'm sorry" he apologized sarcastically. "You prefer 'sucker'?" Dean shook his head irritably and looked away. In the background, Sam's distant voice could be heard shouting their names like he often did. "After everything you've said about them, now you trust them" Bobby demanded, ignoring Sam's shouts as usual. Dean pushed off of the frame, turning to face Bobby with an exasperated expression. "Come on, give me a little credit, Bobby" he insisted, offended by the question. "I've never trusted them less. I mean, they come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan." Bobby rose from his couch, adjusting his baseball cap with one hand. "Then why in the hell did you"- "Because what other option do I have" Dean exploded, just about reaching his limit of frustrations and exhaustion with this whole thing. "It's either trust the angels or let Sammy trust a demon?!" "I see your point" Bobby relented with an understanding nod.

Dean returned to his post against the doorframe, something feeling off but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. And then, like a lightening bolt, it hit him. "You hear that" he asked Bobby, straining his ears. Sam's voice could no longer be heard. And it had been awhile since his last shout for help. Bobby listened for a second and then nodded in alarm. "Yeah, that's a little too much nothing." The two of them hurried downstairs where Bobby flung open the barred window, giving them a view of the room. Sam was lying on the floor in the middle of what appeared to be a seizure. Bobby started to spin the locking mechanism. Dean held out one hand to stop him. "What if he's faking?" Bobby looked from Dean to Sam and then back to Dean. "You really think he would?" "I think he'd do anything" Dean admitted. But no sooner had the words exited his mouth than Sam was flung across the room, hitting the far wall, by an invisible force. He dropped to the ground, shaking, then was flung back across the room. "That ain't faking" Bobby observed, wrenching open the door. Dean and Bobby charged in, making a bee-line for Sam, who was once again twitching and convulsing on the ground.

They finally managed to get hold of him, pinning him to the ground with their combined weights. "We're gonna have to tie him down for his own safety" Bobby pointed out but Dean was barely listening. He was staring down at his brother's unconscious form, trance-like. Bobby glanced his way. "Dean? You with me?" He raised his voice, jerking Dean out of the daze. "Dean! Before he has another fit." "Yeah, yeah" Dean agreed miserably.

"Let's just get it over with."

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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 21, 2015 21:25:57 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 21, 2015 21:25:57 GMT -5

Sam opened one eye and then the other. His head was pounding and it took a few seconds for his fuzzy vision to focus properly. It took even a few more seconds for him to come to the realization that he was cuffed to the cot in Bobby's panic room now, unable to move more than just sitting up slightly. And when he did this, he found Dean standing at the foot of the bed, watching him. "We had to." He gestured at the hardware with a somewhat apologetic expression. "The demon blood was flinging you all over the room." He paused and then added resentfully, "tell me something, Sam. Why did you do this to yourself?" "You know why" Sam reminded him quietly. "Right." Dean nodded a few times. "'Kill Lilith'. The big excuse. But why? Revenge? Right?" "Of course" Sam agreed passionately, his spine stiffening with hatred at just the thought of Lilith's name. "Revenge for what" Dean wanted to know, crossing his arms. "For sending me to hell? Did you happen to notice I'm back?" His arms dropped to his sides in exasperation. "Alive and kicking. So what's the point?" "Point" Sam echoed with a scoff and shake of the head. "How about 'stop the damn apocalypse'?" That seemed like a good enough point for him.

"My gig" Dean reminded him fiercely. "Not yours. The angels said so, remember? God picked me, man. So you got any other fantastic excuses? Hmm?" He raised a challenging eyebrow. Sam looked away. But Dean wasn't done. "I know why you really drink that blood, Sam." "Just leave me alone" he muttered. "Makes you feel strong" Dean threw out, beginning to circle the cot. "Invincible. A big bad wolf in a world of little pigs." Sam shook his head rapidly. "No, you're wrong Dean" he insisted, trying his best to convince himself as well as his brother. "It's more than that, isn't it" Dean observed wisely, coming to stand in front of Sam again. "It's because your whole life, you felt different. Am I right?" Sam felt his heart rate start to climb. "Stop." "Oh, I hit a little close to home, huh" was Dean's rebuttal. "Not different because you were some lonely kid or because of your weirdo family." "Stop it" Sam repeated a little louder, his heart rate continuing to rise steadily. "Because you're a monster. You were always a monster. And you only feel right when you're sucking down more poison and more evil." Sam rattled the chains of his handcuffs, trying to break free. "Shut up" he roared, his throat tightening dangerously. "Just—shut. The hell. Up."

"Monster, Sam" Dean repeated, getting closer. "You're a monster." Sam felt the prick of hot tears building behind his eyes. "Dean, no" he begged. This conversation was spinning so far out of control that he was actually literally feeling dizzy at this point. "And I tried so hard to pretend that we were brothers" Dean finished up in a harsh voice. "That you weren't one of the filthy things that we hunt. But we're not even the same species. You're nothing to me." "Don't say that to me" Sam objected, his eyes watery, his tone shaking ever so slightly. "Don't you say that to me." He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, to prevent the escape of tears and when he opened them again...

Dean was gone.

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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 22, 2015 9:26:19 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 22, 2015 9:26:19 GMT -5

Dean sat on the couch in Bobby's library, staring at his feet. Bobby entered the room, carrying two glasses of whiskey, one of which he passed over to Dean. As Dean downed the whole thing in one go, Bobby watched him hesitantly. "What" Dean finally asked, probably a little more irritably than necessary, as he put the empty glass down on the couch beside him. "I'm only gonna ask one more time" Bobby promised. "But are we absolutely sure we're doing the right thing?" "Bobby, you saw what was happening to him down there." Dean gestured wildly. "The demon blood is killing him." "No, it isn't" Bobby objected abruptly. "We are." Dean looked up sharply. "What?" Bobby heaved a heavy sigh and placed his untouched whiskey glass on the cluttered library desk. "I'm sorry. I can't bite my tongue any longer. WE are killing him. Keeping him locked up down there." He waved vaguely in the direction of the basement stairs. "This cold-turkey thing isn't working. If—if he doesn't get what he needs, soon, Sam's not gonna last much longer." Dean's whole body practically sagged into the couch in defeat. "No. I'm not giving him demon blood." His voice was full of exhaustion; beaten, worn down. "I won't do it."

"And if he dies" Bobby asked gently. "Then at least he dies human" Dean shouted agitatedly, propelling himself to his feet. His face crumpled under Bobby's concerned look. "I would die for him in a second, Bobby, you know that" he reminded him, his heart heavy with grief. "But I won't let him do this to himself. I can't." He tried to smile past the pain. "Well I guess I found my line." He shook his head with conviction.

"I won't let my brother turn into a monster."

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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 22, 2015 10:18:54 GMT -5

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-- "Castiel" --

Castiel appeared silently in the basement of Bobby Singer's home, standing just out of sight beneath the stairwell next to the panic room. He'd been sent there with direct orders to let Sam Winchester out of that lock-up so that the proper course of action could be set back in motion. Castiel had only just learned of the higher angels true intentions with all this seal breaking and apocalypse chatter and that had been what he'd wanted to warn Dean of before being dragged back home and tortured endlessly until he'd agreed not to spill the beans. Until he'd agreed to stop trying to think for himself and just follow orders, as he was supposed to do. So now, despite a very small voice buried VERY deep within him telling him what he was about to do was so very wrong, he did it anyway. Because those were his orders.

Twisting one hand subtly, Castiel magically snapped open the four cuffs chaining Sam to that cot. Next, he twisted his hand another half an inch or so, spinning the locking mechanism on the door. As the heavy iron door slowly swung open, Castiel could hear Sam calling, "hello" suspiciously. "Someone here?" Castiel remained silent, waiting and watching as Sam crept from the room, looking relieved. He grabbed his jacket from a hook on the wall and slipped through the door without making a sound. Castiel twisted his hand the other way with no expression on his face, closing and locking the panic room door.

Despite having done what he'd been ordered to do, Castiel was still a little anxious about how everything was turning out. He stood a few minutes later overlooking a nearby river, gripping the railing with both hands, staring into the water without really seeing it. The streetlight overhead flickered twice, bringing him back to the present moment. He released the railing and turned to find Anna staring at him in alarm. "What did you do?" "You shouldn't have come, Anna" he replied in turn, monotonously. "Why would you let out Sam Winchester" she demanded, refusing to let the subject drop. "Those were my orders" he announced stiffly. "Orders" she echoed faintly, shaking her head. "Cas, you saw him. He's drinking demon blood. It's so much worse than we thought. Dean was trying to stop him!" Castiel looked off to one side. "You really shouldn't have come." Out of nowhere two angels appeared, one on either side of Anna, taking her by the arms. A soft white light surrounded all three and in a few seconds, they were gone.

Castiel returned his focus to the river.

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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 22, 2015 10:32:50 GMT -5

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Out in the junkyard, Sam knelt by one of Bobby's many cars, starting the hotwiring process so he could get out of there. From behind him came the sound of a gun cocking. Sam straightened, turning around to find Bobby aiming a shotgun at him with trembling hands. "Uh-uh, Sam. The only place you're going is back inside with me" he announced, swallowing hard. Sam shook his head. "No." "Damn it boy" Bobby growled, taking a step closer. "You won't shoot me, Bobby" Sam pointed out knowingly, taking a step closer himself, closing the gap between the two considerably. "Don't test me." Bobby's expression was tortured. "You won't do it." Sam took yet another step forward, his chest nearly touching the barrel of the gun. "You can't do it."

"We're trying to help you, Sam." Bobby's voice was now shaking almost as badly as his hands. Sam took a final step, reaching up to take the gun's barrel with one hand and press it into his torso. "Then shoot." He stared at Bobby with glassy eyes. Bobby stared back, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears as well. They stayed like this for a very long minute, neither moving nor speaking. Then, finally, quick as a flash, Sam wrenched the gun free from Bobby's hands and knocked Bobby out cold with the end of it. Sam nodded in a sort of "I thought so" way before tossing the gun down at Bobby's side, turning, and finishing the hotwiring job. Then he got out of there.

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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 22, 2015 10:47:08 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 22, 2015 10:47:08 GMT -5

Dean was aroused from sleep by a worried Bobby who was sporting a large bruise on his forehead. As the two of them headed for the panic room, Bobby briefly recapped what had gone down in the junkyard. "How the hell did he get out" Dean wanted to know in frustration, unlocking and opening the heavy iron door. He and Bobby scanned the room for clues. "Maybe he had help" Bobby suggested finally. "Room full of busted devil's traps." "Demons" Dean concluded, his mind going right to one specific demon with narrowed eyes. "Ruby." Bobby nodded grimly. "That'd be my guess." Dean ran a finger over the edge of the salt-coated iron door in confusion. "How did she even touch the door?" "What difference does it make" Bobby asked rhetorically. "How he got gone ain't as important as where he got gone to." Dean shook his head, scowling. "Well, I'll tell you one thing. At this point I hope he's with Ruby." Bobby raised an eyebrow. "Why?" Dean's answer was fast, simple, and blunt as hell. "'Cause killing her's the next big item on my to-do list."

"I thought you were on call for angel duty" Bobby reminded him as Dean stepped out of the panic room, closing the door behind him. "I am on call" he agreed, heading briskly for the stairs, his jaw set. "In my car, on my way to murder the bitch." Dean had never liked Ruby but now...after what she'd done to Sam...she was going down. "One thing" Bobby called after him, forcing Dean to slow and look back over one shoulder. "What?" Bobby frowned uneasily. "Sam don't wanna be found, which means he's gonna be damn near impossible to find." A muscle ticked in Dean's jaw.

"Yeah, we'll see."

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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 22, 2015 11:45:43 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 22, 2015 11:45:43 GMT -5

After switching cars in Jamestown, North Dakota, Sam drove another few hours, stopping in a place called Cold Springs to check into a motel. His usual first choice would have been a room on the first floor close to the fire escape, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Dean would be tracking him so he had to ditch his usual routine. Had to shake things up. Which explained the honeymoon suite he booked before calling Ruby. He sat on the bed, shaking with withdrawal convulsions while waiting for her to arrive, trying to streamline his mind as far away from Dean as possible. He'd never felt this betrayed in all his life but dwelling on it now wasn't going to solve anything.

Ruby knocked on the door approximately ten minutes after he'd gotten in touch with her. "Honeymoon suite, really?" She took off her coat and hung it up behind the door, smiling teasingly. "I'm flattered." Sam closed the door behind her, getting right to the point. "Did you bust me out of that room?" Ruby gave him a funny look. "How could I, Sam? The whole thing's engineered to bite me in the ass." "Then how did I get out of there" he demanded, still majorly confused by that little turn of events. "I don't know. I don't wanna know." Ruby shrugged, crossing the room to reach up and wrap her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. "You're out. That's all that matters. I'm glad you're here." Sam ducked out from under her arms, moving a few feet away and turning to face her with an accusing stare. "Yeah? Well where the hell have you been?" "I got here as quick as I could" she assured him, which he waved aside impatiently. "I mean the past three weeks! I've been calling you over and over again."

"I've been pretty deep in it trying to dig out Lilith" she reminded him, looking slightly insulted by his tone. "Sometimes I can't sit around and check my voicemail." Sam's shoulders slumped, most of the fight draining out of him. Ruby's expression softened as she approached him again, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his eyes gently. "I'm sorry you're hurting. Really. I had no idea that Dean would do that to you." Sam felt his expression crumble with pain. "You and me both" he whispered, his throat raw. He still just couldn't process the fact that his own brother had locked him in the panic room. It hurt more than he could find words to express the feeling with. "You didn't book this joint just to impress me, did you" Ruby was asking knowingly. "Dean's gonna come after me." Sam was 100% certain of this. "And he knows my habits, my aliases, everything. He knows exactly which motel I'd pick." Ruby gestured at their surroundings. "Hence the room." "Whatever it takes to shake him" Sam agreed, eyes on Ruby's bare collarbone. "It won't be easy" she reminded him, taking a seat on the bed. "I mean, he knows you better than anyone." A muscle ticked in Sam's jaw. "Not as well as he thinks."

"You know, it's sad" Ruby commented as Sam approached her. "What?" "That things have gotten this bad between you two" she clarified, rising to meet Sam who'd reached the bed by this point. Sam, for his part, was done conversing. He could practically smell and hear Ruby's blood coursing through her veins, just waiting for him to consume it. And he'd gone so long without a fix, he was desperate for it. That being said, he didn't even bother asking Ruby. He simply pounced on her, bringing them both crashing onto the bed hard, where he pulled her blade free from the sheath in her boot and sliced open a vein on her arm, drinking hungrily from it.

His thirst quenched, he and Ruby kicked it up a notch, undressing quickly and falling into each other's arms. Sam felt his stress levels slowly fading away. Being with Ruby just felt right. More right than he'd felt with Dean for a long time. A LONG time.
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"Your appetite's gotten much bigger" Ruby informed him a few hours later as they lay snuggling together beneath the covers. Unsure whether this was something he was supposed to be offended by or not, Sam stiffened. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Sam, relax. It's okay. It's good." Ruby smiled proudly. "Just means you're getting stronger, that's all. It means you're strong enough to kill Lilith. Just in time, too, because the final seals are breaking." "How many are left" Sam wanted to know, turning over to prop himself up on one elbow, facing Ruby. She shrugged indifferently. "Three...two..." "What" Sam yelped in alarm. "Where are the angels?" "Screwing the pooch, wherever they are" Ruby countered, also rising up onto her elbow. "The point is, it's looking more and more like we're getting down to the final seal. And I found out something big." She paused dramatically and then continued. "Seal sixty-six. It can't be broken by just any demon. Apparently, only Lucifer's first can do it." "Lucifer's first" Sam echoed with a blank expression. Ruby smiled. "Demon Sunday School story. God prefers humans to angels. Lucifer gets jealous and then he gets creative. And he twists and tempts a human soul into the very first demon as a 'screw you' to God. It's what got him locked up in the first place" she explained. Sam stared. "THAT was Lilith?" Ruby chuckled. "She's way older than she looks."

Sam had moved past the age thing, having spotted a rather massively large bright spot for their side of the war. "Wait. So if Lilith is the only one who can break the final seal, if I get to her in time"- "Then Lucifer never busts out of his cage" Ruby finished confidently. "Exactly." "Great." Sam nodded eagerly. "You figure out where she is?" "The bitch can hide" Ruby admitted in frustration. "But I finally have a lead on someone who might be able to help us. I closed in on a member of Lilith's entourage. You might call her a personal chef." "Chef? Seriously?" Sam raised an eyebrow doubtfully. "What does she eat?" Ruby made a face.

"You don't want to know."

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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 22, 2015 12:13:08 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 22, 2015 12:13:08 GMT -5

Dean was packing up the Impala in the junkyard when Bobby approached. "Police found my car" he announced, looking down at a scrap of paper in one hand with some notes scrawled on it. "Abandoned in an alley in Jamestown, North Dakota." "He's switching up" Dean observed, closing the car's trunk and dusting off his hands. "Any other cars stolen in Jamestown?" "Two." Bobby referred to his notes again. "1999 Honda Civic, blue. Nice and anonymous, like Sam likes." "What was the other one" Dean wanted to know. Bobby looked up doubtfully. "White oh-five Escalade with custom rims. It's a neon sign." "You're right." Dean nodded in agreement. "He'd never take that. Which is exactly what he did." Bobby raised a startled eyebrow. "You think?" Dean half-smiled, despite how completely unamused he was. "I know that kid" was all he said before opening the Impala's driver-side door, preparing to leave. "All right, I'll head in that direction. You stay here, ride the police databases." His expression was focused and determined. "We gotta find him quick."
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"Cops found the Escalade in a ditch outside Elk River" Bobby told Dean over the phone a few hours later. Dean tucked the phone under one ear, balancing it against his shoulder. "How far away am I?" "A couple more hours" Bobby supplied. "I pulled up a weather map, made some calls. There's a town not far from there, Cold Springs. Lighting up with demon signs." "Ok." Dean nodded. "Good place to look." He was about to hang up when Bobby spoke again. "Hey listen." "Yeah?" There was something in Bobby's tone that made Dean uncertain if he wanted to actually hear this but he waited anyway. "Us finding Sam? It's gotta be about getting him back, not pushing him away" Bobby reminded him pointedly. Dean stared straight ahead, his tone a touch edgy. "Right."

"I know you're mad, Dean" Bobby went on. "I understand. You got a right to be, but I'm just saying. Be good to him anyway. You gotta get through to him." Dean pressed his foot harder against the accelerator.

And hung up.

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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 22, 2015 12:24:13 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 22, 2015 12:24:13 GMT -5

"So our demon gourmet nurse" Sam summarized, shuddering slightly at the idea of eating a baby, while shrugging into his jacket. "You sure?" "She'll be there" Ruby guaranteed, playing with her knife and watching Sam closely. "Graveyard shift tomorrow night. Meantime, if you're gonna be strong enough to kill Lilith, you're gonna need more than I can give you now." Sam sighed and turned away. Ruby touched his arm. "Sam. Come on. It's okay." "I know I need more" he admitted hollowly. "I get it. I know it's okay. I just"— He faced Ruby again with a begrieved expression. "I wish he'd trusted me, you know?" He'd always trusted Dean, every step of the way their entire lives. And now he just wanted a return on that investment.

"Sorry" Ruby apologized genuinely, stroking his cheek. Sam inhaled deeply, pulling himself back together. "I just hope...you know, when all this is over..." He stared off into the distance.

"I hope we can fix things."

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When The Levee Breaks. // Dean // Sept 23, 2015 9:05:08 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 23, 2015 9:05:08 GMT -5

It took Dean an hour and a half to reach the town of Cold Springs and not much longer than that to find the correct motel. He'd just reached Sam's floor in time to see Sam leaving a room about halfway down the hall, but rather than try to catch up with him, Dean took a different approach. Pulling Ruby's knife from his belt, he burst into the room like a house on fire, making a bee-line for the demon who was packing her bag, which rested on the bed, her back to the door. Ruby turned around with barely seconds to spare, gasping in surprised alarm and throwing up one arm to block the incoming attack. Their forearms met mid-air, crossing in an 'x'. Dean's anger was bubbling over and due to this fact, he was actually winning the struggle. Ruby's arm was shaking, beginning to lower in defeat. Dean pushed harder. The knife's blade was inching dangerously close to her exposed throat.

And then Sam was pushing himself between the two of them, defending Ruby. "No" he shouted urgently, wrestling the knife away from Dean's grasp and pushing Dean back a few steps. "Let her go. Just take it easy." He held both hands up, trying to diffuse the tense situation. Dean's breathing was labored from the fight with Ruby. He took a few calming breaths, glancing between Sam and Ruby before letting his gaze rest on the first. "Well, it must've been some party you two had going, considering how hard you tried to keep me from crashing it" he declared, narrowing his eyes and throwing out his arms wide to indicate his presence. "Well, solid try, but here I am." Sam lowered both hands, keeping his tone calm and polite. "Dean, I'm glad you're here" he promised. "Look. Let's just talk about this." "Soon as she's dead, we can talk all you want" Dean promised right back, glaring over his shoulder at Ruby. "Ruby, get out of here" Sam instructed without taking his eyes off of Dean. "No, she's not going anywhere." Dean made a move for her but Sam stepped to the side, blocking his path and Ruby ran from the room.

"She's poison, Sam" Dean spat, his spine stiffening. "It's not what you think, Dean" Sam assured him, his voice still in the realm of calming, though it was struggling slightly to remain there. "Look what she did to you" Dean went on in outrage, gesturing wildly. "I mean, she up and vanishes weeks at a time, leaves you cracking out for another hit"- "She was looking for Lilith" Sam insisted defensively. "That is French for manipulating your ass ten ways from Sunday" Dean exclaimed, completely baffled as to how Sam was not seeing he was being played. "You're wrong Dean" Sam insisted heatedly. "Sam, you're lying to yourself." Dean felt like crying. Everything was just so far wrecked that he didn't know how to even begin to rebuild it. "I just want you to be okay" he went on desperately. "You would do the same for me. You know you would."

"Just listen for a"- Sam lifted his hands like a traffic cop, realized he was still holding Ruby's knife, tossed it down onto the bed and started over. "Just listen for a second. We got a lead on a demon close to Lilith. Come with us, Dean. We'll do this together" he begged. "That sounds great" Dean admitted honestly, trying to smile. "As long as it's you and me. Demon bitch is a dealbreaker. You kiss her goodbye, we can go right now." Sam's hopeful expression which had increased after Dean's first few words, had dimmed considerably by the time he finished. "I can't." Dean sighed heavily and turned away. "Dean, I need her to help me kill Lilith" Sam pressed in desperation. "I know you can't wrap your head around it, but maybe one day you'll understand." There was a beat of silence and then Sam finished plaintively with, "I'm the only one who can do this, Dean." Dean did a double-take at these words, turning around slowly. "No, you're not the one who's gonna do this" he finally said, the atmosphere surrounding them seeming to seize up stiffly. "Right, that's right, I forgot" Sam replied sarcastically. "The angels think it's you." "You don't think I can" Dean challenged, not liking the way this conversation was going in the slightest. "No. You can't" Sam argued. "You're not strong enough." And they were back to the things Sam had said while juiced up by the siren a few months back that he had SWORN up and down wasn't actually his own thoughts and opinions. But there was no siren around now to blame this latest comment on.

Dean glared. "Excuse me" he snapped, outraged and offended. "I'm being practical here" Sam insisted quickly. "I'm doing what needs to be done." Dean could not believe he was going to try and LOGIC him into thinking that drinking demon blood was the best option here. "Yeah" he challenged darkly, taking a step towards his brother. "Well you're not gonna do a single damn thing." "Stop bossing me around, Dean" Sam growled before taking a calming breath and pulling himself together, speaking at a more normal rate. "Look. My whole life, you take the wheel, you call the shots, and I trust you because you are my brother. Now I'm asking you, for once, trust me." They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Dean wished with everything he possessed that he could deliver an answer other than the one that left his mouth. But he couldn't. "No. You don't know what you're doing, Sam." "Yes I do" Sam insisted, causing Dean to shake his head in despair and shout, "then that's worse!" Sam looked about at the end of his rope, which was an exact replica of the way Dean was feeling. "Why?? Look, I'm telling you"- Dean couldn't hold it in anymore. "Because it's not something that you're doing, it's what you are" he snapped, the words exploding from him with a fiery intensity. "It means"- He stopped himself short, the last four words getting stuck in his throat.

"What?" Sam stared him down with tears in his eyes, seeming to already guess the end to Dean's unfinished verbal assault. Dean looked away. Sam shook his head stubbornly. "No. Say it." Dean, with tears in his own eyes, turned his face forward again, looking directly at Sam, his tone low and resigned.

"It means you're a monster."

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