Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 10

The Prisoner: Final Part

It takes you six hours to get to South Dakota and you pull up to the farmhouse that Cas told you about. The barn looks abandoned but you'd be a fool if you didn't prepare for some kind of trap. You get out of the car and approach the front of the barn. You blast the doors in so quickly that a bunch of dust kicks up. If anyone is inside, all they're going to see in the darkness and dust are your bright red eyes.

You walk inside the stuffy barn that's cluttered with shit. Trinkets, boxes of clothes and other items, furniture, and a bunch of things covered with cloth tarps. You yank one off to reveal a mirror underneath it. It looks like no one has lived here for a long time. You run your hand across the surface of the table, chuckling at the dust on your finger. You should have known Dean wouldn't have allowed Cas to give up your children so easily. Dean would die for them. He would have died before letting Castiel tell you.

A floorboard creaks behind you and you look at the wall in front of you with a smirk.

"You're either stupid or you want to die."

You turn to see Dean standing on the other side of the barn.

"Well, I've never been the smart one."

"The kids were never here, were they?"

"Nope. I guess you're not so smart if you let a mere human play you."

You shrug out of your jacket and toss it across the room.

"I'm done playing nice. I've been very generous and have let you live multiple times. I even gave you three strikes, but now you've pissed me off."

You conjure a bright red ball of magic and are going to throw it to Dean but he does something that completely takes you by surprise. He conjures a blue ball of magic and sends it your way. You move out of the way and watch as it explodes a lamp.

"You pissed me off," Dean glares.

"Now it all makes sense," you smile. "You have my soul. That's the only way you'd be able to use my powers."

"Yeah, and I'm going to use it to kick your ass."

"Tell me something, Dean. What happens to my soul when I kill you?

"Why don't you find out."

You shrug. "Your funeral."

Dean sends a blast of blue magic at you but you easily duck out of the way before it can hit you. You send a sharp hit at him with your magic and he goes flying across the room and over a large table.

"You cannot beat me!" you yell. "I've lived with these powers my entire life! You've only had them, what, a couple of months? We are not the same!"

Books immediately fly over to you but you blast them away from you while you continue to walk closer to Dean. You catch a flying book in your hand and fling it like a frisbee over at Dean when he pokes his head up from behind the table. He ducks immediately just as the book slices through the air. If he hadn't been so quick, his head would have been shot clean off. Magic flies through your body and shoots out from your hands but Dean sticks his hand out and creates a forcefield, one that you can't penetrate. Your magic bounces off it and almost hits you in the head.

You close your eyes and focus on your own magic. When you open them, your irises are deep red. Red mist starts pouring out of your hands, creating clouds of deadly magic. The mist travels all over the floor and seeps into the ground below. Your magic travels over to Dean and pours out from the ground below him, and he immediately starts coughing. He lets down his forcefield and doubles over as the pain of your magic enters his system. You walk over to Dean and kick him in the face, and he falls to the ground in a fit of coughs.