The End | {BOOK 5}

58| Spells, Flowers, and Chuck's a Dick

Sam had left to help Eileen. Apparently, something had happened to Sue and she needed back up. Cass had gone to talk to Michael-Adam and I had disappeared back into mine and Dean's room with Maddie and Zep's stuff.

"Knock knock?" Dean appeared in the doorway. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," I nodded, chewing on my lip.

"How you feeling?" he asked, coming closer to sit on the bed with me.

I just shook my head, unable to form the coherent thoughts to express an answer. Dean nodded in understanding, reaching out and picking up Maddie's angel doll.

"Yeah, me too," he said.

That simple declaration sent me over the edge and I started tearing up. Seeing my reaction, Dean set down the doll, pulling me closer to him on the bed and wrapping his arms around me. I breathed in the familiar combination of whiskey, gunpowder and leather, willing it to relax me like it used to.

There was a knock at the door and a moment later, Dean spoke.

"What happened?"

"I showed him the truth," Cass replied. "It doesn't seem to have worked the way I hoped."

"Maybe you went too far," Dean suggested.

"Maybe," the angel agreed.

"I mean, he's been in lockdown for quite a while, you know? Maybe you just, uh, went too fast. What's he doing now?"

"No idea. He was very distraught."

"Yeah, but what exactly did he say?"

"'Leave. Get out. I want you dead.' We didn't bond," Cass shrugged. "Where's Sam?"

"Eileen hit a snag with a case. So, he won't be gone long."

Just then, the Bunker started to rumble and I raised my head to look around and then back at Dean and Cass.

"Michael," Cass said.

We all headed down the hall to the room where we were keeping Michael. He looked livid.

"God lied to me," he growled. "I gave everything for him. I loved him. Why? I'm not even the only Michael."

I swallowed hard, reaching out to grab Dean's hand- an old reflex.

"So, yes, I will help you," Michael continued. "What was done to the Darkness can be done to God, if he's as weak as you say. And I know how."

The archangel pulled a slip off paper out of his pocket and slid it across the table.

"That's the spell."

"And the ingredients?" Cass asked, unfolding the page for us to see.

"Myrrh, cassia, rockrose," Michael listed off.

"We've got that," Dean nodded.

"And to bind the spell together, the nectar from a Leviathan blossom."

"A Leviathan blossom?" I echoed. "What is that, like a flower?"

"A flower that only grows in one place," Michael confirmed. "Purgatory."

He snapped his fingers and I flinched. However, all that happened was a yellow portal appeared behind him.

"That's the door. It'll remain open for twelve hours. Now, if you'll please."

After giving my fingers a comforting squeeze, Dean stepped forward to remove the handcuffs from the archangel's wrists.

"You coming with us?" Dean asked.

"No."

"Before you go, can I talk to him?"

I tried to not flinch as violently as Michael's eyes flashed blue, allowing Adam to take over.

"Yeah?" Adam asked, staring at Dean.

"Adam, I want you to know we are sorry," Dean apologized. "What happened to you... You're a good man. You didn't deserve that."

"Since when do we get what we deserve?" Adam smirked. "Good luck."

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Cass and I were working on pressing shotgun shells while Dean tried to get a hold of Sam.

"Come on, Sam!"

"Have you tried Eileen?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Same thing- no answer."

Dean gave a frustrated huff, redialing Sam again.

"Well, maybe they just have their hands full with the case," Cass pointed out.

"Yeah," Dean agreed, giving another huff as it went to voicemail. "Or they're in trouble."

After dialing Sam one more time, Dean got a call from Eileen and put it on speaker for Cass and I to hear as well.

"Eileen, where the hell are you?"

"You're so helpful, Sam," a familiar voice carried through the phone. "Now sit still."

"Eileen?" Dean asked again, but she didn't answer.

"I don't really know what I'm looking for here," Chuck continued, voice now a little more muffled, "so this might get messy."

I cringed a little, waiting for an inevitable scream that would no doubt come from Sam following Chuck's words, but it never came. Instead, we heard Chuck speak again.

"I think we have an audience. Come on, Eileen."

My breath hitched in my throat as Dean called out.

"Eileen? Eileen?"

"Hello, Dean," Chuck replied.

From the clearness of his voice, he'd obviously found Eileen's phone wherever she'd hidden it.

"Chuck, you dick."

"Bye, Dean."

I glanced over at Cass as Chuck hung up the call. Dean was fuming, staring down at his phone in his hand.

"How the hell did this happen?"

"What are you doing?" Cass asked as Dean searched something on his laptop.

"Tracking Sam's phone. Okay, here we go. Uh... Milford, Nebraska, at a casino. What the hell is Chuck doing at a Casino?" Dean asked, but didn't give us time to answer him. "Whatever. We need to go."

"To Purgatory," I finished.

"Chuck has Sam," Dean argued. "I'm not leaving him."

"Eleanor's right," Cass chimed in. "Chuck's not gonna kill him. That's not the ending."

"Wh- Then he'll torture him."

Dean was staring wide eyed between the two of us. Honestly, part of me wanted to rush off to help Sam, too. But until we had the stuff for Michael's spell, we wouldn't be much help to him or Eileen.

"Dean, will you stop?" Cass huffed. "Just stop being so stupid."

"What?" Dean asked, staring at the angel incredulously.

"If we attack Chuck now, we don't have anything that can hurt him," Cass voiced my line of thinking. "We get the Leviathan blossom, complete Michael's spell, build the Cage. That's our chance. That's the way we'll save Sam, and that's the way we'll save the world."