Sympathy For The Devil
Sam and Dean were holding Bobby up as we rushed inside the hospital.
"What happened?" A nurse asked, rushing toward us.
"He was stabbed." Dean stated.
"Get a gurney." The nurse turned to two other nurses in the ER.
"Okay, Bobby. You're gonna be okay." Dean said, though the older man's shirt was drenched in blood. Mine was covered too, my hands as well.
They helped Bobby onto the gurney and rushed him off down the hall.
"Just wait here." The nurse grabbed Sam's shoulder as we tried to follow.
"We can't just leave him." Sam replied.
"Just don't move. I've got some questions." The nurse walked off.
"Come on, we gotta go." Dean said.
"No. I...I can't leave him." I choked out.
"No. She's right. No way, Dean." Sam added.
"The demons heard where the sword is." Dean stated. "We gotta get to it before they do, if we're not too late already."
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We finally reached Castle Storage, a storage place on 42 Rover Hill in New York aka a castle on a hill of 42 dogs. John had a unit rented here. Dean had figured it all out before realizing Bobby was possessed.
Dean unlocked the door as I pulled the black knife from my belt. He pushed the door open only to find two dead bodies lying across a devils trap.
We stepped inside, looking around for a sword of some sort.
"I see you told the demons where the sword is." Zachariah appeared across the room with two angels next to him.
"Oh, thank God. The angels are here." Dean said.
"And to think, they could've grabbed it any time they wanted." Zachariah remarked, moving closer and stepping over the dead demon. He held out his hand, making the door slid shut. "Right in front of them."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"We may have planted that piece of prophecy inside Chuck's skull, but it happened to be true." Zachariah explained. "We did lose the Michael sword. We truly couldn't find it until now. You've just hand delivered it to us."
"We don't have anything." Dean stated.
Zachariah looked at him for a moment. He looked at him with a 'I can't believe he's this stupid' look.
Then it hit me. I understood. The Michael sword isn't a sword at all. Sorceress said he was connected to Michael somehow.
"It's you." I whispered.
"Ooh, point to the dead girl walking." Zachariah said. "She's right. It's you, chucklehead. You're the Michael Sword." At the confused look on Dean's face, he continued, "What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much of one."
Every fiber of my being was itching to stab him.
"What do you mean, I'm the sword?" Dean asked, glaring at the angel.
"You're Michael's weapon." Zachariah stated. "Or rather, his receptacle."
Realization crossed Dean's face. "I'm a vessel?"
"You're the vessel. Michael's vessel."
"How? Why? Why me?" Dean asked.
"Because you're chosen." Zachariah explained. "It's a great honor, Dean."
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Cursed {Dean Winchester 5}
Fanfiction"If I die--" I began, voice quiet, barely above a whisper. "Don't say that." Dean cut me off, resting his head against mine. "You won't. I won't let you. You aren't dying. Not on my watch." A sigh slipped past my lips as I shut my eyes. "Show me you...
