You Found Me |Sam Winchester| [2015 Wattys Winner]

25. Aftershock

25. Aftershock

My mind couldn't shake Ellen and Jo. I felt shaken up through my very core. This felt sort of personal, in a weird way. I'd known them, very little, but I knew them nevertheless. And now, they were gone, taken by, once again, indirectly, demons. A lot of people I knew seemed to be going out that way lately, and I didn't like it one bit.

Nobody said anything as we traveled in the darkness. Sam checked in on me every few minutes, making sure I was still conscious or present in reality. I groggily told him that I was fine, minus the mild pain I was feeling in my shoulder and in my leg.

I hoped every last Hellhound died in the fiery explosion. They deserved it. They deserved to be blown away, blown back to Hell, just like the demons they served under.

We found cover of some bushes. At this point, Sam let me get my footing. Crouching wasn't very pleasant, and neither was the sight we were seeing.

There were dozens of figures, men I assumed, just standing in the field. Something had to be catching their attention. I had a rough hunch as to what.

"Guess we know what happened to some of the townspeople," Dean muttered.

"Okay," Sam said.

"Okay."

"Last words?"

They looked at each other for a moment.

"I think I'm good."

"Yeah. Me too."

"Brothers," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

"There's not really a hell of a lot of time for goodbyes, Dak. Here goes nothing."

"What am I doing?"

"You're staying here, where it's safe."

"No way. I want to help."

"Come on, Dak..."

"No, let her. I'll keep her with me," Sam told him.

Dean looked at us both strangely. "Remember, this was your idea." Dean slunk off somewhere.

Sam looked at me. "Ready?" he whispered.

"I guess so. Let's go."

"Hey!" Sam bellowed. We emerged from the bushes, loading our weapons. I had to linger behind him, as my leg wasn't up to par as I had liked it to be. My mouth twisted into a scowl as the figure filling the hole dropped the shovel. I aimed the gun once I realized my hunch was correct.

Too bad I didn't have the Colt; I would have blasted Lucifer right here and now.

"You wanted to see me?" Sam told Lucifer.

"Oh, Sam, you don't need that gun here. You know I'd never hurt you. Not really. Her though, I might."

"Yeah?" came Dean's voice. "Well, I'd hurt you."

Lucifer turned, as did my eyes, as Dean was within inches from the Devil himself. The Colt was right at Lucifer's forehead, point-blank range.

"So suck it."

I fidgeted as the bang ran out in the night. Lucifer dropped on the spot. I waited for the men around us to do something. None moved a muscle. I hobbled a bit forward to be beside Sam. He and I exchanged confused looks.