i know the end, supernatural [ 3 ]

038. new world

Sam rubs his eyes as he wakes up, quietly groaning. He looks over at the clock, realizing he was only asleep for about 40 minutes. He sighs, looking over, his two daughters in the bed.

Athena is in the middle, a bit sprawled out. Evie is curled up on the other side, both her dog and Eeyore held in her arms. Sam knows she was awake when he fell asleep so she hasn't even been asleep for long.

His heart cracks when he looks closer, able to make out the tear stains on the teenager's cheeks.

Sam carefully gets out of the bed, making sure neither girl wakes up before he leaves to research more.

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"Okay, let me get this straight. So... we beat the Brits, we kicked their psycho, tea-swilling asses, and instead of popping champagne and headin' to Vegas, we get Lucifer." Dean says as they sit in the library. The twins and Athena are off playing.

None of them have really talked about Larissa or Libby, it being too hard to mention, but all of them are definitely still grieving. Sam had went and got Larissa's body while the others built two coffins. They buried both of them outside the bunker yesterday.

After burying them, Sam immediately buried himself into everything revolving Lucifer to get him back in the cage.

"And you're sure it's him?" Mary asks Sam.

"Yeah. That's his old vessel, too." Sam says.

"How is that possible?" Mary asks.

"Crowley, I guess." Sam shrugs.

"And now he's dead." Mary says.

"Well, that's what Hess said. But Crowley's a fucking cockroach." Dean says. "I'll believe he's gone when I see the body and burn it."

"We don't need Crowley. We need Rowena. I mean, she's the one who can slam Lucifer back into the cage." Sam says.

"Great. So where is she?" Mary asks.

Sam calls Rowena, waiting for her to pick up. However, when he gets an answer, his face drops.

"What?" Dean asks, noticing his brother's expression.

Sam puts the phone on speaker.

"Oh, if you're looking for Rowena, she is presently indisposed." Lucifer's voice comes through the phone. "Which is a delicate way of saying, I stomped on her face till the white meat showed, and then set her on fire, just in case. Ah. Gingers. It was messy and... screamy, but it had to be, Sam. I'm about to be a dad. Can't raise the little nipper from a jail cell now, can I? Speaking of... you know where your little pal Castiel is?"

"Go to Hell." Sam sneers.

"Ooh! Good one. Witty. I'll use that in the future. All right, well, I'd love to chat with ya, but, uh, why waste my time, right? It's not like you matter. I don't need to put on the old Sam suit anymore, do I?"

"You know, if you think we're just gonna let you walk--" Dean starts.

"Oh, hey, Dean! I know you fellas are gonna try, you know, whatever. Whatever you're gonna try. But you can't kill me. You've never been able to kill me. And with, uh, witch bitch gone, you can't put me back in the cage, so like I said... you don't matter. Okay? Buh-bye. Buh-bye." Lucifer hangs up.

"You know, Lucifer's right. We can't kill him and we can't slam his ass back in the cage." Dean says.

"Yeah. Okay. So maybe we play for time. Find Cas and Kelly, keep 'em moving. If Lucifer can't find them, he can't hurt them." Sam says.

"You think Castiel is gonna go along with that?" Mary asks.

"You think we'll give him a choice?" Dean asks.