You Ruined Us (Dean Winchester Love Story Book 5)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

"She doesn't think she can trust me."

~JOHN'S LOCKUP - NIGHT~

"What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wads of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You're all are just humans and not much of 'em." Zachariah chuckles. "What do you mean, I'm the sword?" I ask. "You're Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his...receptacle. It didn't matter if you changed places with Dean, you have always been the Michael sword." He smirks. "She's a vessel?" Dean asks. "She's the vessel. Michael's vessel." He says. "How? Why not me? Why her? What was the point of telling me that it's my job and then making her take my place even though she is already destined to be mIchael's vessel?" Dean asks.

"Cause she had to be willing even though she's the chosen one! It's a great honor." He says excitedly. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I will pass, thanks." I say. "Joking. Always joking. Well...no more jokes." He growls as he raises his right hand and makes it like a gun, pointing towards Dean.

"Bang." He says.

A loud crunch and Dean's yelling as he falls, unable to stand is heard. My eyes widen in shock. "Dean!" I yell. "You son of a bitch!" Dean yells in pain.

"Keep mouthing off, I'll break more than his legs. I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don't have our general. That's bad. Now, Michael is going to take your vessel Skye and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?" He glares.

"How many humans die in the crossfire, huh? A million? Five, ten?" I ask, glaring back at him. "Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He'll roast the planet alive." He says.

"There's a reason you're telling me this instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin. You said so a few minutes ago about needing me to be willing to help the last few months." I say finally catching on to what is happening.

"Unfortunately, yes." He says. "Well, there's got to be another way." I say. "There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written." He says. "Yeah, maybe. But, on the other hand...Eat me. The answer's no." I glare. "Okay. How about this? Your daddy figure Bobby..we know he's gravely injured. Say yes and we'll heal him. Say no, he'll never walk again." He says.

I glance down at Dean, who shakes his head no. I look up at Zachariah. "No." I say.

We got Castiel. He can heal Bobby.

"Then how about we heal you from...stage four stomach cancer?" He asks as he snaps his finger's.

A strong pain in my stomach appears causing me to double over in pain, I start to cough, spitting out blood. "No." I gasp out. "Then let's get really creative. Uh, let's see how Dean does without his lungs." He asks and not even a second later I hear Dean start to gasp for air.

"Are we having fun yet? You're going to say yes, Skye." He says. "Just kill us." I growl. "Kill you? Oh, no. I'm just getting started." He laughs.

A bright light flashes and one of the angels that came with Zachariah, collapses. Blood pours rom his throat. I look up and see Castiel fighting with the second angel. The angel slams Castiel into a wall but Castiel head butts him and kicks him to the ground. He sends another kick to the angels head and then stabs him in the throat, causing another brght light to flash.

Castiel looks over at Zachariah and walks towards him. "How are you..." "Alive? That's a good question. How did they end up on the airplane? Another good question. Cause the angels didn't do it. I think we both know the answer, don't we?" Castiel asks Zachariah.