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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 4, 2016 10:53:02 GMT -5

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ooc; SEASON FIVE. EPISODE TEN.

The Winchesters, now that they had a direction to go, were in a sort of all hands on deck situation. They'd called Cas and appraised him of the situation and the angel had assured them that he was on top of it and would call when he'd found this Crowley demon. So now all they had to do was wait. Something that...at least in these kinds of situations...

Neither of them was good at.

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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 4, 2016 12:36:27 GMT -5

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-- "Castiel" --

Castiel stood hidden behind a pillar at a crossroads beneath a series of crisscrossing highways, watching as two men conversed a few feet away. One of them was an elderly man by the name of Mr. Pendleton, who had arrived on the scene first to place a tin can of certain ingredients in the dirt at the exact center of the crossroads. The second was unmistakably a demon, as Castiel could see past the middle-aged man's meatsuit, dressed spiffily in a suit and overcoat, both black. Castiel's supersonic hearing could pick up on precisely what was being said. "In my negotiations I was, uh, dealing with a very young, attractive, uh, lady" Mr. Pendleton was stammering, looking unsettled by Crowley's presence. "Yes, I know" Crowley informed him in a sophisticated british accent. "But you, piggy bank, you are a big fish, and I wanted to do you the honor of sealing this deal personally." Mr. Pendleton chuckled nervously. "But she said the deal would be sealed with a kiss." Crowley smirked. "That's right."

Mr. Pendleton stared, tugging at his collar awkwardly. "No, I mean, she said—I don't—" "Your choice" Crowley interrupted briskly, moving closer, hands in his pockets. "You can cling to six decades of deep-seated homophobia, or give it up and get a complete bailout for your bank's ridiculous incompetence." Mr. Pendleton was turning a deep magenta. "There are just things that I—" Crowley interrupted him again. "Going once." "I don't think" Mr. Pendleton began, cut off yet again by Crowley. "Going twice." "All right" Mr. Pendleton snapped, looking thoroughly revolted by the idea but seeing no other option. "All right." As Crowley pulled the struggling man in for the kiss that would seal his crossroads deal, Castiel pulled out his cell phone and dialed Dean's number, eyes narrowed and focused on Crowley.

"Got him."

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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 4, 2016 13:06:14 GMT -5

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Dean practically leapt out of his chair when his phone sounded, snatching it up and pressing it to one ear, relieved to hear Castiel's voice on the other end. "The demon Crowley is making a deal" Cas went on. "Even as we speak, it's—going—down." "Going down" Dean repeated in semi-amusement, shaking his head. "Right. Okay, Huggy Bear, just don't lose him." "I won't lose him" Castiel promised, hanging up. Dean hung up as well, pocketing his phone and relaying the information to Sam. "So now we wait for him to call back with a location" he finished, fishing out his phone once more, an idea occurring to him. Once they found wherever Crowley was, they were going to need a way in. Just walking up to the front door didn't sound like a very plausible option. They were going to need some help. And he knew just who to ask.
~~~

He'd barely hung up with their eager to assist accomplice when his phone rang again. Dean activated the speaker phone, holding it out between him and Sam. "Hey Cas." "I followed him" the angel announced. "It's not far, but—it's layered in Enochian warding magic. I can't get in." "That's okay, you did great" Dean praised appreciatively.

"We'll take it from here."

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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 4, 2016 21:09:04 GMT -5

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-- "Jo" --

Jo had been thrilled to receive Dean's call. For one reason, even if she would never admit it out loud to anyone, even herself, she just really, really liked Dean. For another reason, one she could say out loud, ever since she'd learned of the devil being sprung free, she'd been looking for a way to help end him but had never found one. And now here was a golden opportunity. The only issue...which was a pretty consistent one with her...was her mother. Ellen Harvelle was just as stubborn as her daughter was and refused to let her just wander off on her own, like an adult, and help the boys. She insisted on coming, which Jo supposed was the best deal she could hope for.

So while her mother and the Winchesters waited in a parked van alongside the curb a few houses down from the one in question, Jo, dressed in a tight black dress with nicely curled hair, approached its front gates and pressed the intercom. "Hello" she called anxiously. "My car broke down. I—I need some help." "I'll be down in a minute" replied a static-y voice. And right on cue, the gates swung open. Jo let out a deep breath and stepped through the entryway, knowing this was the cue Sam and Dean needed to become aware their plan had worked and the gate was no longer an obstacle. Two tall men in black suits were now on their way down the winding pathway from the front of the house. "Evening, pretty lady" one of them greeted with a lustful smile, eyes on the way the dress hugged her curves. "Get yourself on in here." "I just need to make a phone call" Jo informed them both with a convincingly nervous smile. "You don't need to call anyone, baby" the man assured her, glancing at his partner. "We're the only help you're ever gonna need." "You know what?" Continuing to act slightly nervous, Jo took a step backwards. "I think I should just wait by my car." She only managed to half turn away before the man's hand landed on her shoulder, his eyes flashing black. "We said get your ass in here" he growled.

Losing her fluttery feminine behavior, she scoot free of his grasp, ducking under his next attempt at grabbing her, and then flattening him with a solid right hook. The second demon made a move towards her but only got one step before a blade came slicing through his neck from behind. His eyes, mouth and chest all radiated yellow as he crumpled to the ground, dead. Sam, the one holding the blade, brought it down into the first demon's torso, killing him as well. Dean held out a duffel bag, offering it to Jo with a proud smile. "Nice work Jo." "Thanks." She grinned, reaching into the bag and pulling out a pair of wire cutters for her next part of the plan.

"Shall we?"

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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 5, 2016 9:09:15 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 5, 2016 9:09:15 GMT -5

Sam wiped Ruby's blade clean of blood and tucked it into the waistband of his belt. Then Jo headed for the fuse box to cut the house's power while he and Dean made their way into the foyer, noiselessly. Working quickly, Sam spray-painted a devil's trap on the bottom of the rug between them and the rest of the house. After that, it only took a few seconds after the house was plunged into near total darkness for Crowley to appear in the far doorway. "It's Crowley right" Sam asked rhetorically, arms crossed. Beside him, Dean was holding a loaded salt gun which he cocked pointedly. "So." Crowley put the half empty glass of whiskey in his hand down on the entryway table. "The Hardy Boys finally found me. Took you long enough." He began approaching the boys at a slow pace. Sam pulled Ruby's knife from his belt, gripping its handle tightly.

Sam tensed up as Crowley got closer, his eyes dancing subtly down to the rug and then back up. Crowley stopped about a foot from the rug, his own eyes travelling downwards to notice the very corner of the rug was rumpled. Going down to one knee, he peeled back the rug, discovering the devil's trap. "Do you have any idea" he began ominously, before releasing the rug and straightening, finishing his sentence with a remark not exactly what Sam was expecting with the way it had started. "...how much this rug cost?" Suddenly, Sam felt the knife being knocked from his hands by a burly demon who'd appeared out of nowhere behind him, pinning his arms to his back painfully. Beside him, Dean was struggling against his own captor, also disarmed. Crowley returned to the entryway table, opened its drawer and pulled out the colt, holding it aloft. "This is it, right? This is what it's all about." Crowley, without waiting for an answer, cocked the gun and pointed it at Dean. Sam yanked against the demon holding his arms with a panicked expression.

Before he or Dean could so much as say one word however, Crowley was raising the gun, placing a bullet between the eyes of first the demon holding Dean and then the one holding Sam in a matter of seconds. They both dropped like stones and Sam found his arms free once again. "We need to talk" Crowley informed the baffled brothers, gesturing with the colt for them to follow him. "Privately." Sam stooped to pick up Ruby's knife, tucking it back into his belt as he and Dean trailed after Crowley, who led them to what appeared to be his office. There was a large polished mahogany desk in the center of it, which the demon strolled over to, taking a leisurely seat. "Do you know how deep I could have buried this thing?" He waved one hand lazily and the door swung shut. "There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists" he went on, placing the gun on the desk. "Except that I told you." Sam raised a doubtful eyebrow. "YOU told us?" "Rumors, innuendo, sent out on the grapevine" Crowley explained, leaning back comfortably in his chair. "Why?" Sam furrowed his brow, still confused. "Why tell us anything?"

Crowley stood, lifting the gun and pointing it at Dean once more who stiffened. But all that happened was that Crowley went on to explain: "I want you to take this thing to Lucifer and empty it into his face." Sam and Dean swapped a curious look. "Uh-huh, okay..." Dean tilted his head to the side. "And why exactly would you want the devil dead?" Crowley rolled his eyes. "It's called..." He placed the gun down on the desk with a thud, finishing his sentence. "Survival." He wandered back around to the front of the desk. "But I forgot, you two are...at best...functioning morons." Dean pulled a face, obviously offended, muttering, "you're...functioning...morons." Sam rolled his eyes at the lackluster comeback and focused on Crowley who was continuing his explanation. "Lucifer isn't a demon, remember? He's an angel. An angel famous for his hatred of humankind. To him, you're just...filthy bags of pus." He shrugged as if agreeing before finishing his statement. "If that's the way he feels about you, what can he think about us?" Sam wasn't sure he was following this logic. "...but he created you." "To him, we're just servants. Cannon fodder. If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind, we're next." Crowley perched against the edge of the desk with an encouraging smile. "So, help me, huh? Let's all go back to simpler, better times, back to when we could all follow our natures." He threw up his hands, waving the gun around aimlessly. "I'm in sales, dammit!" Calming down a little, he pointed the gun first at Sam and then at Dean while speaking. "So what do you say if I give you this thing, and you go kill the devil?" He gave the gun an offering wiggle, waiting for one of the boys to take it.

Sam glanced over at Dean, who shrugged, and then finally reached out to accept the weapon. "You don't happen to know where the devil is, do you" he asked casually as the gun settled into his palm. Crowley conjured up a new glass of whiskey and took a sip before responding. "Thursday, birdies tell me, he has an appointment in Carthage, Missouri." Sam smiled tightly. "Great." They now possessed the gun and the location they needed to take it to. As far as he could tell there was no reason to keep Crowley around anymore. So he pulled the trigger.

And nothing happened.

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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 5, 2016 10:50:39 GMT -5

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Sam and Dean stared, surprised by the lack of a bullet embedding itself in Crowley's forehead. Crowley appeared unsurprised, having not even blinked once, as though he knew something they didn't. Which he then proceeded to go ahead and mention. "Oh yeah, right, you'll probably need some more ammunition." Setting down his whiskey glass and opening one of the desk's many drawers, he pulled free a large box of bullets. Dean was still having trouble processing one tiny fact. "Ok, uh, excuse me for asking, but aren't you kind of signing your own death warrant? I mean, what happens to you if we go up against the devil and lose?" Crowley did not look impressed by the question. "Number one, he's going to wipe us all out anyway. Two, after you leave here, I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere. And three..." He raised his voice to an exasperated shout. "HOW ABOUT YOU DON'T MISS, OKAY??!! MORONS!" With that being said...emphatically...he tossed the box of bullets at Dean and vanished.

Catching the box with one hand, cradling at against his chest for balance, Dean exchanged a long look with his brother. They had the gun. They had the bullets. And they had a location. Now they just needed a plan.
~~~

"It's gotta be a trap, right?" The brothers were at Bobby's, sitting on either side of his library desk, each with a beer bottle in hand, surveying the multiple printed sheets of paper between them. Dean shook his head with a bemused smile. "Sam Winchester, having trust issues with a demon. Well, better late then never." Sam let half a smile escape, lifting his bottle in a 'cheers' gesture. "And thank you again for your continued support." "You're welcome." They clinked bottles together and each took a swig before Dean added, "you know, trap or no trap, we got a snowball's chance, we gotta take it, right?" Sam sighed reluctantly. "Yeah, I suppose." "Besides, I'm not sure it is a trap" Dean observed thoughtfully. "Check it out. I mean, Carthage is lit up like a Christmas tree with Revelation omens. And look at this." He pushed a few sheets of paper across the desk towards Sam. "There's been six missing persons reported, in town, since Sunday. I think the devil's there." Sam appeared to finally be convinced. "Ok." Dean hesitated and then threw out something he'd been thinking about for awhile. "But when you think about it...you can't come with." "Dean." Sam rolled his eyes in protest but Dean held up his hands, warding this off. "Look, I go against Satan and screw the pooch, okay. Fine. We've lost a game piece. THAT we can take. But if you're there, then we are handing the devil's vessel right over to him. That's not smart." "And since when have we ever done anything smart" Sam demanded. It was a valid point but Dean was having none of it. "I'm serious Sam."

"So am I" Sam countered firmly. "I mean, haven't we learned a damn thing? If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it together." The two of them stared at each other for a long minute, neither backing down. At long last, Dean looked away first. "Okay" he conceded with a heavy sigh. "But it's a stupid frigging idea." Over Sam's shoulder, his attention was caught by the sight of Castiel, Ellen and Jo at the kitchen table. Ellen and Jo were gawking at Cas who was in the process of downing eight shot glasses of whiskey all in about six seconds. Dean's expression caused Sam to turn around and look too. "Boy, talk about stupid ideas" he remarked with a chuckle. "Good God." Dean took a final swig of beer, emptying the bottle, and stood up. "True that."

Making his way into the kitchen for an alcoholic refill, he sidled up to the refrigerator where Jo was rummaging around, probably looking for the same thing he was after. Dean stared at her prominently displayed ass for a few seconds, impressed by how nice it looked, before jerking his eyes up to meet hers just as she turned around, slightly surprised to find him so close. "Hey" he greeted with a grin that she returned. "Hey." "So." Dean leaned up against the edge of the counter, watching her. "Dangerous mission tomorrow. Guess it's time to eat, drink, and, you know...make merry." Jo eyed him skeptically. "Are you giving me the last night on earth speech?" "What" Dean replied quickly. "No." He and Jo laughed awkwardly together for a few seconds before he wondered aloud, "if I was, would, uh, would that work?" Jo leaned in as if gearing up for a kiss but at the last second pulled back. "No." She chuckled. "Sweetheart, if this is our last night on earth, then I'm going to spend it with a little thing I call self-respect." She took her beer and wandered away. Dean shrugged, speaking to thin air in slight disappointment.

"If you're into that kind of thing."

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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 5, 2016 15:03:27 GMT -5

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-- "Castiel" --

Castiel finished his eighth shot and sat back in his chair. "I think I'm starting to feel something" he informed the still gawking Ellen, who smiled and shook her head in amusement. "Everybody get in here" Bobby called from the library. Castiel, Ellen, Jo and Dean joined Bobby and Sam in the next room over where Bobby was fiddling with a camera fixed to a tripod. "It's time for the lineup. Usual suspects in the corner." He hooked a thumb over his shoulder towards the fireplace where the camera was pointing. "Oh come on, Bobby" Ellen complained good-naturedly. "Nobody wants their picture taken." "Hear hear" Sam agreed. Bobby finished with the camera and began wheeling himself towards the fireplace with a gruff smile. "Shut up, you're drinking MY beer" he reminded them. Castiel positioned himself behind Bobby's wheelchair between Sam and Ellen. "Anyway, I'm gonna need something to remember your sorry asses by" Bobby finished jokingly.

Ellen snorted. "Ha! Always good to have an optimist around." The others all chuckled. Castiel did not. "Bobby's right" he informed them all with a straight, serious expression. "Tomorrow we hunt the devil." He stared straight ahead, impassive.

"This is our last night on earth."

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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 5, 2016 17:15:34 GMT -5

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Thursday morning found Sam, Dean, Ellen, Jo, and Castiel in Carthage Missouri. Dean and Sam were in the Impala, driving slowly down the main road with Ellen, Jo and Castiel in the car behind them. Sam and Dean both had one hand out of their respective windows, holding onto their cell phones. "You getting a signal" Sam wanted to know, holding his phone higher in their air. Dean stared at the black screen of his phone with a sinking heart. "No, nothing" he admitted grimly. "Nice and spooky."

Snapping his phone shut, he then used that hand to wave Ellen's car forward to idle alongside theirs. Ellen leaned across her seat to speak out the window to the boys. "Place seem a little empty to you?" "We're gonna go check out the PD" Dean informed her, tossing his useless phone to Sam, who put it in the glovebox with his own. "You guys stay here, see if you can find anybody." "Ok." Ellen nodded her agreement, pulling the car forward so she could park against the curb. Dean put the Impala in drive once more and maneuvered his way down the street. The police station was deserted. Just like everywhere else. Not a soul in sight.

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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 5, 2016 19:24:39 GMT -5

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-- "Castiel" --

Ellen and Jo stepped out of the car up onto the sidewalk, looking around, each carrying a rifle. Jo turned back to the car after a few seconds, leaning down to rap on the back window, addressing Castiel who had remained in the car. "Ever heard of a door handle?" The angel simply vanished from his seat, reappearing behind her on the sidewalk, his expression blank. "Of course I have." His eyes began to scan the length of the long street, widening slightly at what he saw. Rather than empty pavement like the others, he was able to see dozens and dozens of suit-clad reapers, all standing completely still, staring off into the distance. Ellen glanced over at him with a raised eyebrow. "What is it Cas?" "This town's not empty" he remarked gravely. "Reapers."

"ReaperS" Ellen repeated, stressing the plurality of the word. "As in more than one??" Castiel nodded once in confirmation before adding, "they only gather like this at times of great catastrophe. Chicago Fire, San Francisco Quake, Pompeii." Beginning to walk towards where the greatest amount were clustered, he bid Ellen and Jo farewell. "Excuse me, I need to find out why they're here." Moving quickly, he approached the tallest building in the area. None of the reapers paid him any attention, just kept staring into space. Castiel's eyes were drawn upwards to a window on the third floor of the building. One of the reapers was watching him from inside. With narrowed eyes, Castiel vanished, reappearing in that same window. The reaper had set off for an open door down the hallway so Castiel followed him, intent on figuring out what was going on. However, once inside the room, he was met by the sound of a familiar voice, saying "hello brother" and a bright white, blinding light.

When Castiel could see once more, he was trapped within a ring of holy fire. Leaning against the far wall, in the shadows, was a familiar face ((albeit in an unfamiliar vessel)) to accompany the familiar voice. Castiel narrowed his eyes. "Lucifer." Moving forward out of the shadows, Lucifer gave Castiel an appraising once-over glance. "So I take it you're here with the Winchesters." It wasn't really a question but Castiel answered anyway, stuttering over the first few letters. "N-no, I came alone." He wasn't used to lying. Lucifer nodded slowly, looking almost impressed. "Loyalty. Such a nice quality to see in this day and age." He took a step closer, pointing at the other angel. "It's Castiel, right?" Castiel said nothing but Lucifer took this as confirmation and continued anyway. "Castiel. I'm told you came here in an automobile." Castiel figured there was no harm in answering this question truthfully, as Lucifer apparently already knew the answer. "Yes." Lucifer raised an intrigued eyebrow. "What was that like?" "Um." Castiel's eyes swept his surroundings, looking for a potential way to bust free of the fire. "Slow. Confining." For an angel, used to travelling at superhuman speeds, just disappearing and reappearing wherever he felt in the blink of an eye, he'd felt sort of like they'd taken twenty years just to go five feet.

Lucifer tilted his head to the side, amused. "What a peculiar thing you are." As Lucifer moved even closer, Castiel could finally see all of his face properly and noticed the small odd markings. Like third degree burns almost, as if his face was beginning to melt off. "What's wrong with your vessel" he wondered curiously, having never seen anything like that before. Lucifer glanced down at his hands and Castiel could see now that they too bore similar marks. "Yes. Um. Nick is wearing a bit thin, I'm afraid." Lucifer shrugged, totally unbothered by this fact. "He can't contain me forever, so"- "You-" Castiel took a threatening step forward, nearly forgetting he was bound by holy fire. Stopping abruptly right before he set foot in the flames and died, he leveled Lucifer with an ugly glare, growling his next words with clenched fists. "You are not taking Sam Winchester. I won't let you."

"Castiel." Lucifer sighed, looking put out. "I don't understand why you're fighting me, of all the angels." "You really have to ask" Castiel demanded, horrified by the question. "I rebelled, I was cast out." Lucifer put a hand to his chest, then gestured in turn to Castiel. "You rebelled, you were cast out." He began to pace. "Almost all of heaven wants to see me dead, and if they succeed, guess what?" He stopped pacing to point at Castiel once more. "You're their new public enemy number one." Dropping his hand to one side, he smiled encouragingly. "We're on the same side, like it or not, so why not just serve your own best interests? Which in this case just happen to be mine." Castiel set his jaw furiously.

"I'll die first."

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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 5, 2016 22:57:38 GMT -5

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Sam and Dean returned to where they'd left Ellen, Jo, and Cas, pulling the Impala up to the curb and parking her. Ellen and Jo approached from a side street as the boys got out of the car. "Station's empty" Dean informed them. "So's everywhere else" Jo replied, followed shortly by her mother's question of, "have you seen Cas?" The boys exchanged a confused look. "He was with you" Sam pointed out. Ellen shook her head. "Nope. He went after the reapers." "Reapers" Dean echoed just as Sam asked, "he saw reapers? Where?" "Well, kind of..." Jo waved vaguely at their surroundings. "Everywhere." The boys exchanged another look. Dean hung his head briefly, massaging the back of his neck. "Awesome."
~~~

Their little group of four wandered the streets, each armed with a gun of some kind, keeping their eyes peeled for trouble. "Well, this is great" Dean griped. "We've been in town twenty minutes and already lost the angel up our sleeve." Sam wrinkled his brow, concerned. "You think Lucifer got him?" Dean gave his head a weary shake. The town was deserted. There wasn't really another option presenting itself. "I don't know what else TO think."

"There you are." The sudden voice from behind them made all four spin around, guns raised. Meg stood about ten paces away, hands on her hips, watching them. Dean gripped the handle of his gun tighter. Sam narrowed his eyes. "Meg." "Shouldn't have come here boys" Meg warned with an evil smile. "Hell, I could say the same thing for you." Dean pulled the colt from his jacket, pointing it directly at Meg. Meg lowered both hands from her hips, chuckling. "Didn't come here alone Dean-o." She glanced idly to one side. Something splashed the puddle near her feet and the distinct sound of growling could be heard. Dean felt his blood run cold. "Hellhounds." "Yeah, Dean. Your favorite." Meg smirked briefly before becoming serious again. "Come on, boys. My father wants to see you." "I think we'll pass thanks" Sam called with a dry, humorless smile while Dean swallowed hard, still staring at the hellhound's general location. "Your call." Meg shrugged indifferently. "You can make this easy or you can make it really, really hard." Pulling himself together, Dean glanced over one shoulder at the others. They all looked determined. Sam gave a subtle nod. Dean turned back to Meg with a sarcastic smile. "And when have you known us to ever make anything easy?"

With that being said, he aimed the colt at the space next to Meg and fired. Black blood spurted into the air, accompanied by the hellhound's yelp of pain. "Run" Dean barked at the others, taking off at a sprint. Charging in from another direction, another hellhound knocked Dean off his feet, hitting the pavement hard. Jo, just happening to look back over her shoulder at that moment, noticed the whole thing. "Dean!" In concerned alarm, she hurried his way, firing off rounds at the air around him, attempting to hit the dog. "Jo stay back" Dean shouted in warning but it was too late. Yet another hellhound hit Jo from the side, slashing her flesh with its claws. Blood began pouring forth as Jo collapsed. "NO!" From a few feet away, Ellen began firing for all she was worth. Dean scrambled to his feet, scooping up Jo and brushing past Sam and Ellen at a run. The first store they came to was a hardware store. The four of them barricaded themselves inside, Dean laying Jo down against the far wall before joining Sam in salting all the doors and windows with blinding speed. Jo leaned up against the wall, whimpering and shaking. Ellen knelt by her side, trying to keep her calm. "Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, breathe now." Sam grabbed a long iron chain and wrapped it securely around the door handles. "Boys, need some help here" came Ellen's shaky voice. Sam and Dean got to Ellen's side just in time to see Jo taking her hand away from the wound to inspect the damage. Massive amounts of blood spurt out from three very deep gashes. Jo replaced her hand, losing most of the color in her face. Ellen looked over her shoulder at the boys, also white as a ghost. Dean swallowed hard.
~~~

Five minutes later, aided by supplies found in the store, Jo's wound had been bandaged tightly by an ace bandage wrapped around her middle, with an ice pack resting on it. "It's gonna be alright" Ellen was assuring her daughter while Dean, a few feet away, was struggling to fix the walkie-talkie system he'd found so he could contact Bobby. Sam rose from Ellen and Jo's side and approached his brother. "How's she holding up" Dean wanted to know, keeping his focus on the electronic device. There was a long, answerless pause. Dean finally looked up to see the tortured expression on his brother's face, giving away the honest answer without words. "Salt lines are holding up" was all Sam finally said. "Safe for now" Dean agreed, twisting some of the cords into a straighter line. "Safe" Sam echoed hollowly. "But trapped like rats." Dean looked up from the device again sharply. "Hey, you heard Meg. Her father's HERE. This is our one shot, Sammy. We gotta take it, no matter what." There was another long pause. Ellen's weak, trembling voice reached their ears. "Sam, some help here, please?" Sam spared a final lingering look for Dean, then headed back in Ellen and Jo's direction. Dean tapped on the top of the radio's base a few times, relieved to see its power button flash on and hear a burst of static.

Dialing in the code that would connect him to Bobby, he spoke as clearly as possible into the walkie-talkie. "K C 5 Fox Delta Oscar, come in." It took a few seconds, probably closer to a minute, before Bobby's gravelly voice could be heard reciting, "K C 5 Fox Delta Oscar, go ahead." Dean wasted no time in getting back to him. "Bobby it's Dean. We got problems."

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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 5, 2016 23:10:52 GMT -5

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-- "Bobby" --

Bobby had been sitting in his library for a solid two hours, trying to get through to one of the boys on their cell phones and all he'd been rewarded with was a constant repeating of the phrase, "the number you dialed is unavailable. Please try your call again." He'd just muttered a frustrated "dammit boys" when Dean's call on the radio had come through. But it wasn't good news.

He sighed and looked skyward for a moment before focusing. "It's ok boy" he promised calmly. "That's why I'm here." First things first. "Is everyone alright?" There was a brief, labored pause, before Dean's choked up voice was delivering even worse news. "No. It's—it's—it's Jo. Bobby, it's pretty bad." Bobby closed his eyes, counted to five and then spoke again. "Ok. Copy that. So now we figure out what we do next." He knew Dean wouldn't be thinking straight if Jo was as bad off as it sounded. Therefore he had to be the steerer of this ship. Get everyone on track.

"Bobby, I don't think she's-" Dean broke off and from the sounds of it, even through the static, he was trying to suppress a choked sob so badly that he couldn't get anymore words out. Bobby swallowed hard, forcing himself to keep things on point. "I said, what do we do next Dean?" It took a few seconds but finally Dean's voice, stronger and more in control, returned over the line. "Right. Ok. Next." Bobby nodded, even though Dean couldn't see it, and wheeled both himself and the walkie-talkie over to his desk where his research lay in multiple piles.

"Now tell me what you got."

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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 5, 2016 23:35:12 GMT -5

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Dean filled Bobby in on everything they knew so far. "Before he went missing, did Cas say how many reapers" Bobby wanted to know when he'd finished. As Dean hadn't actually been there, he wasn't sure. But he also wasn't sure what that had to do with anything and he said as much. "I don't—he said a lot of things, I guess. Does the number matter?" "Devil's in the details, Dean" Bobby pointed out gently. Dean closed his eyes. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he opened them again and turned. Ellen was holding out a bloodied hand, gesturing for the microphone, which Dean passed over willingly. "Bobby, it's Ellen" she greeted. "The way he was looking, the number of places Castiel's eyes went, I'd say we're talking over a dozen reapers, probably more." There was a burst of static as Bobby sighed heavily. "I don't like the sound of that." "Nobody likes the sound of that, Bobby" was Dean's automatic counter before reluctantly realizing he really had no idea what was so noteworthy about this fact. "But what, uh...what exactly does that sound like?"

Bobby made no mention of the backsliding, simply answered the question on the table. "It sounds like death, son. I think Satan's in town to work a ritual. I think he's planning to unleash Death." Dean quirked an eyebrow, taking the microphone back from Ellen who wandered away to be with Jo again. "Unleash? I mean, hasn't Death been tromping all over the place? Hell, I've died several times myself." "Not this guy" Bobby corrected. "This is—this is the horseman Death. The pale rider himself. Big daddy reaper. They keep this guy chained in a box six hundred feet under. Last time they hauled him up, Noah was building a boat." There was a pause and then Bobby added in realization, "that's why the place is crawling with reapers. They're waiting on the big boss to show." Dean tried to insert a sarcastic smile into his tone while quipping, "you have any other good news?"

"In a matter of speaking." There was the sound of papers shuffling around and then Bobby's voice again. "I been researching Carthage since you've been gone, trying to suss out what the devil might want there. And what you just said drops the last piece of the puzzle in place. The angel of death must be brought into this world at midnight through a place of awful carnage" Bobby explained, Dean listening intently. "Now, back during the Civil War, there was a battle in Carthage. A battle so intense the soldiers called it the Battle of Hellhole." Sounded like a good enough place to do a death ritual to Dean. "Where'd the massacre go down?" "On the land of William Jasper's Farm." Dean nodded, storing this information in his mind. "Thanks Bobby." "You come back safely" Bobby ordered with stern affection. "All of you."
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After hanging up with Bobby, Dean returned to the other three. "That's my girl, you're okay, honey." Ellen was kneeling beside Jo, stroking her hair. Sam and Dean stood a few feet away, watching and conversing in low tones. "Now we know where the devil's gonna be, we know when, and we have the Colt" Dean pointed out, eliciting a bemused shake of the head from Sam. "Yeah. We just have to get past eight or so hellhounds and get to the farm by midnight." Dean knew it was going to be tricky. He wasn't saying it wasn't going to be. But they had to try. "And that's after we get Jo and Ellen the hell out of town" he added, gesturing to the pair. Sam nodded, though he looked worried. "Won't be easy." "We could make a stretcher" Dean suggested, eyes sweeping the store's perimeter. Sam started for the first aisle. "I'll see what we got." "Stop." Jo's voice, barely audible, halted them in their tracks. "Guys, just stop." She struggled to sit up a little straighter. "Can we, uh, be realistic about this, please?" The boys abandoned their material hunt to return to Jo's side. She looked no better than she had when they'd entered the store. In fact, she looked far worse. Dean had this sort of squeezing sensation in his lungs as though they were trying to fit through a tube three times too small. "I can't move my legs" Jo informed the three of them, wincing. "I can't be moved. My guts are being held in by an ace bandage." She let out a shaky breath. "We gotta—we gotta get our priorities straight here. Number one...I'm not going anywhere." "Joanna Beth you stop talking like that" Ellen demanded at once. "Mom." Jo shook her head with glassy eyes. "I can't fight. I can't walk. But I can do something." She took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "We've got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails, everything we need." "Everything we need" Sam echoed uncertainly. Jo smiled bravely. "To build a bomb Sam." "No." Dean rejected this idea without a second's thought, shaking his head. "Jo, no."

"You got another plan" Jo challenged. "You got any other plan?" She inclined her head at the door. "Those are hellhounds out there, Dean. They've got all of our scents. Those bitches will never stop coming after you. So we let the dogs in, you guys hit the roof, make a break for the building next over. I can wait here with my finger on the button, rip those mutts a new one." She chuckled weakly. "Or at least get you a few minutes' head start, anyway." "No, I—I won't let you." Ellen shook her head, looking sick, tears beginning to build in her eyes. "This is why we're here right" Jo reminded everyone, turning to look directly at Dean. "If I can get us a shot on the devil—Dean, we have to take it." "No!!" Glancing desperately between the brothers and Jo, the tears were falling fast and free from Ellen's eyes now, her voice rocking with tremors. "It's not"- "Mom." Jo cut her off, trying to smile through her own tears. "This is literally your last chance to treat me like an adult. Might wanna take it." Clasping Jo's hand, Ellen's head drooped forward, her whole body shaking with sobs. The squeezing in Dean's lungs increased its pressure.

After a few seconds of no sound other than Ellen's sobbing, she lifted her head, managing to choke out the words, "you heard her. Get to work." And for the next half an hour, the only sounds in the whole store were the Winchesters assembling the bombs, filling each metal bucket with nails and rocksalt for shrapnel. Night had fallen by the time they'd finished up. Sam knelt by Jo's side, holding her hand while Dean uncoiled the wire attached to the button on one end, the bombs on the other. Giving Jo's hand a final squeeze, Sam straightened up and took a step back, giving Dean a chance to get in and say goodbye. "Okay, this is it." He attempted to smile. "I'll see you on the other side. Probably sooner than later." Jo handed him a shotgun, breathing deeply, but still managing a smile of her own. "Make it later." Dean set the shotgun on the floor at his feet, placing the button in Jo's hand. Jo's smile had faded, a few tears leaking from her eyes as she and Dean looked at each other. Dean leaned forward, pressing his lips to Jo's forehead gently. When he pulled back, he and Jo were locked at the eyes again and he felt a stab of sharp pain in his heart. Leaning forward again, he pressed his lips to her lips this time, a fleeting yet warm farewell gesture. Pulling back and then leaning forward one last time, he rested their foreheads together, truly feeling as if he was about to lose it at any second. "Ok." Allowing one tear to escape, he pulled back for the final time, scooping up the shotgun and rising. All that was left was for Ellen to say her goodbyes, but instead, Ellen simply sat down next to Jo, watching her with a watery smile. And it took Jo protesting "mom, no" through her tears for Dean to realize Ellen's intentions here. "Somebody's gotta let them in" Ellen pointed out. "And like you said, you're not moving." She tucked a lock of hair behind Jo's ear. "You got me, Jo" she promised. "And you're right, this is important. But I will not leave you here alone." She settled her back up against the wall, wrapping a protective arm around Jo's shoulders. "Get going now boys." Dean swallowed hard. "Ellen..." "I said go" she repeated firmly. The boys looked at each other, then headed for the roof access door. Ellen's voice reached their ears after only about two steps. "And Dean?" He turned back expectantly. Ellen was watching him with a proud, affectionate smile, not a hint of fear in it. "Kick it in the ass. Don't miss." Dean spared a final lingering gaze for both Jo and Ellen, the former of which was now resting her head on her mother's shoulder, barely moving. He dragged his gaze back to Ellen, nodding with determination.

"Yes ma'am."

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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 6, 2016 14:46:03 GMT -5

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-- "Castiel" --

Castiel and Lucifer had been standing there in that room silently for about fifteen minutes when Meg entered, looking pleased with herself. "I got the Winchesters pinned down" she announced. "For now, at least. What should I do with them?" Castiel's heart skipped a beat at this news but as she hadn't said either of the boys or their companions were dead, he remained outwardly calm and unfazed. "Leave them alone" Lucifer instructed, causing Meg to falter. "I—I'm sorry, but are you sure? Shouldn't we—" "Trust me child" Lucifer interrupted, taking Meg's face in his hands with an affectionate smile. "Everything happens for a reason." With Lucifer distracted, Castiel was able to scan the room once more, a little slower, and this time he noticed a pipe bolted to the wall. Most of his powers were useless, first from being cut off from heaven and second from being within the flames, but simple twisting of the bolts shouldn't be a problem. He hoped.

And it was only a short time after that that Lucifer whispered something to Meg and then vanished, leaving just the two of them alone together. Meg was leaning up against the far wall, smirking. "You seem pleased" Castiel observed, slowly twisting his hand by one side, causing the bolts holding the pipe to the wall to begin spinning. "We're gonna win" Meg declared, overjoyed. "Can you feel it?" She pushed off the wall and strolled closer. "You cloud-hopping pansies lost the whole damn universe. Lucifer's gonna take over heaven. We're going to heaven, Clarence." Unsure who this Clarence was, Castiel raised an eyebrow. "Strange. Because I heard a different theory from a demon named Crowley." Well actually the boys had heard it but they'd relayed it to him and the others. So it was close enough. At the name Crowley, Meg's expression took on an ugly scowl. "You don't know Crowley." Ignoring this, Castiel continued explaining what he'd heard. "He believes Lucifer is just using demons to achieve an end, and that, once he does, he'll destroy you all." Meg shook her head fiercely. "You're wrong. Lucifer is the father of our race. Our creator. Your god may be a deadbeat, but mine—mine walks the earth." The final bolt spun free and the pipe swung down from the wall like a pendulum, knocking Meg through the flames and into Castiel's arms. Immediately, he placed a palm to her forehead, intent on smiting her. But nothing happened.

Meg began to laugh. "You can't gank demons, can you" she taunted. "You're cut off from the home office and you ain't got the juice. So what can you do, you impotent sap?" Castiel leaned forward as if to kiss her, lowering her guard, and then at the last second tossed her down face first into the flames, using her screaming body as a bridge to get out of there. He spared her a final triumphant glance, preparing to vanish.

"I can do that."

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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 6, 2016 15:12:53 GMT -5

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The Winchesters scampered up the fire escape to the roof as fast as they could, their duffel bags slung over one shoulder, each carrying a shotgun. They scaled the fire escape to the next building over, descended its ladder and took off down the alley. About twenty paces away, a massive explosion from behind them caused them both to turn and stare, heartbroken, as the hardware store went up in flames, leveled by the excellently prepared bombs. Dean closed his eyes, counted to five to pull himself together, and then opened his eyes and nudged his brother in the arm. "Come on." They sprinted in the opposite direction, making it to William Jasper's farm at about five of midnight. Just in time.

Peering through some bushes at the large clearing in the farm's dead center, they noticed about a dozen people standing completely still, eyes on something out of sight. "Guess we know what happened to some of the townsfolk" Dean observed, lowering the branch he'd been holding to one side. "Ok." Sam let out a slow breath, the brothers locking eyes. They knew it was now or never. No stalling. Sam lifted an inquiring eyebrow. "Last words?" Dean considered this for a minute and then smiled, shaking his head. "I think I'm good." Last words were overrated. He and Sam knew how they felt about each other. Besides, in their line of work, with the possibility of dying being so prevalent on many occasions, they'd be saying last words so many times, they'd run out of words to say. Sam smiled in return. "Me too." Pulling the colt out of an inner jacket pocket, Dean looked from Sam to the gun and then back to Sam. "Well here goes nothing."

So while Sam headed straight for the clearing where Lucifer was using a shovel to fill a hole with dirt, Dean took a side route, staying out of sight, waiting for the right moment in Sam's distraction to strike. "Hey" Sam shouted, throwing his arms wide as he strode towards Lucifer aggressively. "You wanted to see me?" Lucifer turned around, noticing the shotgun Sam was holding tightly. "Oh, Sam, you don't need that gun here" he advised, pointing with a smile. "You know I'd never hurt you. Not really." "Yeah?" Dean made his appearance, placing the tip of the colt to Lucifer's temple. "Well I'd hurt you." He pulled the trigger with livid force.

"So suck it."

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Abandon All Hope. // Sam // Jan 6, 2016 16:33:25 GMT -5

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Sam stared as Lucifer hit the ground, thrilled and a little surprised that their plan had worked on the first go round. He and Dean swapped a look, Dean shrugging. Suddenly, there was movement at their feet. Lucifer was stirring with a groan. "Owww." Sam stared horrified as Lucifer stood up, the bullet hole in his forehead magically vanishing. Giving the gun in Dean's hand a dark look, Lucifer tilted his head to one side. "Where did you get that?" Dean took a step back but he wasn't fast enough. Lucifer backhanded him across the clearing, straight into the thick trunk of a tree. Sam took an alarmed step in his brother's direction but Lucifer stepped in his path. "Now. Where were we?"

Sam glanced over at his brother's motionless body, then back to Lucifer, who was picking up his shovel. "Don't feel too bad, Sam" he allowed graciously. "There's only five things in all of creation that that gun can't kill, and I just happen to be one of them." Holding up one finger, he gestured with the other hand to his hole of dirt. "But if you give me a minute, I'm almost done." The second his back was to Sam, the younger Winchester booked it to his brother's side, checking anxiously for a pulse and letting out a breath of relief when he found one. Lucifer leaned against the handle of his shovel, making a face. "You know, I don't suppose you'd just say yes here and now? End this whole tiresome discussion? That's crazy, right?" With clenched fists and jaw, Sam rose to his feet. "It's NEVER going to happen!!" "Oh, I don't know, Sam" Lucifer countered pleasantly, beginning to shovel dirt into the hole again. "I think it will. I think it'll happen soon too. Within six months. And I think it'll happen in Detroit." "You listen to me, you son of a bitch" Sam growled loathsomely. "I'm gonna kill you myself, you understand me? I'm going to rip your heart out!" Lucifer tossed another shovelful of dirt into the hole, nodding in approval. "That's good Sam. You keep fanning that fire in your belly. All that pent-up rage. I'm gonna need it." Visibly calming down, Sam let his gaze wander over all of the stationary men. "What did you do to this town?" "Oh I was very generous with this town" Lucifer informed him, continuing to shovel. "One demon for every able bodied man." Sam frowned. "And the rest of them?" Lucifer gestured to the giant crater he'd been filling. "In there." Sam's frown turned to a horrified stare. Lucifer sighed. "I know, it's awful, but these horsemen are so demanding. So it was women and children first." Glancing over his shoulder at Sam, he took in the stiff posture and furious expression. "I know what you must think of me, Sam" he went on. "But I have to do this. I have to. You of all people should understand." "What's that supposed to mean" Sam demanded hotly.

Lucifer dropped his shovel, approaching. "I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him and I begged him to stand with me, and Michael—Michael turned on me. Called me a freak. A monster. And then he beat me down. All because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own." Lucifer tilted his head to the side, studying Sam with interest. "Tell me something, Sam. Any of this sound familiar?" Sam swallowed hard and looked away, refusing to admit he had anything whatsoever in common with the devil, even though he was right and it did sound awfully familiar. But he and Dean had moved past that. He hoped.

"Anyway." Lucifer shrugged, returning to his hole. "You'll have to excuse me. Midnight is calling and I have a ritual to finish. Don't go anywhere." He chuckled. "Not that you could if you would." Facing the hole, Lucifer began chanting something in latin. After a few phrases, he turned to the army of demons. "Now repeat after me. We offer up our lives, blood, souls"- As the demons recited this monotonously back to the devil, Sam's attention was grabbed by the sound of his brother stirring. Kneeling back down, he placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, helping him into a seated position. There was a gash on his forehead dripping blood and his breathing was a bit labored but otherwise he seemed unharmed. "To complete this tribute" Lucifer was now instructing the demons to say next. "To complete this tribute." The second the words were out of their mouths, each and every demon flashed gold light and dropped in a heap to the ground. Sam and Dean stared. Lucifer caught their expressions and made a face. "What? They're just demons."

The ground began to rumble. Lucifer returned his focus to the mass grave, chanting something else in Latin. No sooner had he turned his back then Castiel was appearing noiselessly between the boys, holding a finger to his lips. Placing one hand on each of the boys' shoulders, he zapped them out of there, back to the main road. The drive back to Bobby's was silent as the grave, all three lost in their own thoughts. Although all three were thinking about the same thing.

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