Destiny • Supernatural

• Chapter Four •

As soon as the hunters had arrived at the storage lockup, they had immediately armed themselves with guns filled with rock salt - the only thing that could actually harm a demon.

As they entered the lockup, they instantly noticed the bodies on the floor - four of them to be exact and no doubt had been possessed by demons.

The culprit who had done this was nowhere in sight.

The trio entered the storage unit, their gazes flittering around, scanning to see whether the person responsible was still inside.

"I see you told the demons where the sword is." The voice of Zachariah filled the hunters' ears, forcing them to turn around to face him while taking note of his two angel escorts.

"Oh, thank God." Dean said, sarcasm dripping in his tone. "The angels are here."

"And to think.. They could have grabbed it any time they wanted." The Angel continued and waved his hand, closing the storage door. "It was right in front of them."

Sam arched a brow. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"We may have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck's skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael Sword." Zachariah explained. "We truly couldn't find it. Until now. You've just hand-delivered it to us."

"We don't have anything." The eldest Winchester responded.

"It's you, chucklehead. You're the Michael Sword." The Angel replied, staring at Dean. "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."

Camryn glared icily at her family member and was about to advance forward until Dean gently grasped her wrist and pulled her back beside him, his verdant gaze trained on Zachariah.

"What do you mean, I'm the sword?" He asked.

"You're Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his.. receptacle." Zachariah continued his explanation. "It's why he sent his daughter to protect the sword."

The sandy haired male's brow furrowed in confusion as he turned to stare down at his girlfriend. Michael's daughter?

Almost as if to answer his silent question, Zachariah shook his head gently. "Not her.." He said.

Camryn sighed softly and met Dean's verdant green eyes. "Maddie.." She elaborated as the eldest hunter nodded his head softly.

Sam, on the other hand, was slightly shocked. Madelyn was the daughter of the Archangel, Michael?

Dean turned his attention back onto the three angels in the storage unit. "So, I'm a vessel?" He asked.

"You're the vessel." Zachariah confirmed. "Michael's vessel."

The eldest hunter was shocked and tried to grasp this new information. "How? Why - Why me?" He stammered, confused.

"Because you're chosen!" The Angel replied. "It's a great honour, Dean."

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That's real fun." Dean responded sarcastically. "I think I'll pass, thanks."

"Joking. Always joking. Well.. No more jokes." Zachariah said in disapproval before he pointed his finger towards Camryn and Sam. "Bang."

A loud crunch echoed throughout the storage unit as both Camryn and Sam fell to the ground with broken legs, both yelling obscenities in agony.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean yelled at Zachariah.

"Keep mouthing off, I'll break more than their legs." The Angel warned. "I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don't have our general. That's bad. Now, Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?"