this is me trying, spn [ 3 ]

072. snowfall

Sam, Larissa, Natalie, and Jacob get to Donna's cabin and it's nighttime. Sam was worried about Dean given his departure, dragging the others with him. They walk around outside and all freeze when Dean turns to them with a gun.

"Dean! Whoa, easy!" Sam holds his hands up, an arm spreading out to be in front of his wife.

"Dean, what's going on here?" Sam asks.

"It's mom. She's gone." Dean states.

~ ~ ~

"I got his tags, put my guys on it, they're running 'em. I'm sorry." Donna tells them as they stand in her cabin.

"It's not your fault, Donna." Dean says.

"It's mine." Sam says. "Nick said when he left he was just gonna go home. I-I didn't know he was--"

"Killing people?" Dean questions his brother.

"Relax." Larissa harshly whispers, flicking Dean's ear.

"Sheriff?" A voice comes through Donna's radio.

"Yeah. Go for Hanscum." She replies.

"We got that van you were looking for. A traffic cam just caught it puling into a storage facility outside Grand Rapids." The cop informs.

"Copy that. I got it from here." Donna says.

"How far is Grand Rapids?" Dean asks.

"30, 40 minutes." Donna answers.

"We'll be there in 20." Dean states.

+++

Dean leads Sam and Natalie into the shed, showing them what he was working on.

"It's a Ma'lak box. Secured and warded. Once inside... nothing gets out, not even an archangel. Especially an archangel." Dean explains.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've-- I've read about these, but-- but no one's ever-- they're impossible to build." Sam says. "That's your plan? You want to be buried alive?" He asks.

"Buried's not safe enough. Plan is, pay a little hush money, charter a boat to take me out to the Pacific. Splash." Dean says.

"You and Michael, trapped together -- for eternity?" Sam asks.

"Yeah." Dean says.

"You do realize how insane this is, right?" Sam asks.

"It's the only sane play I've got." Dean says. "Michael gets out, that's it for this world. And he will get out."

"Well, how do you know that for sure?" Natalie asks.

"Because I do. Because I can feel him in my head. That door is giving. I can feel it giving." Dean says.

"But there has to be another way." Sam argues.

"There's not, okay? There-- Sam, you've tried. Natty, you've tried. Everybody's tried. And I love you for trying. But none of it's gonna work." Dean states.

"We don't know that."

"Yeah, we do."

"What?"

"Billie."

"Billie?"

"She paid me a little visit. She said that there's only one way this ends right. And this is it. This, right here, this box. So, she gave up the special recipe, and all I had to do was the work. It's fate."

"Since when do you believe in fate?" Sam asks.

"Now, Sam. Since now." Dean states.

"So... you came out here to see Donna, to see mom on some-- some what? Some sick, secret farewell tour? You were gonna leave and you weren't even gonna tell me? Us? Do you realize how messed up that is, how unfair that is?"