Where Do We Go From Here? ↳ Dean Winchester

Twenty

I got back to the hotel just in time to see Dean trying to fight off two demons. Sam enters the door a little after I appear in the room. The demon with long black hair looks at me and smiles. "Oh, look at you. Dean's little hero." I roll my eyes and swing a punch at her. Sam rushes over to Bobby. The other demon is hovering over Dean as he swings punches into his face. I go over and tear the demon off of him and push it to the ground. Dean throws the demon knife to me and I catch it, plunging it into the demon. I go to stab the other demon, just as a cloud of black smoke erupts from her mouth.

The boys rushed Bobby to the hospital, before going to find the Michael Sword. I guess Dean might know where it is. "Stay here and watch Bobby." He says before walking out the door. I nod. "If we need your help, we'll call, okay?" I nod again.

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After sitting in the waiting room for a few hours, waiting for the doctors to update me on how Bobby is doing, I hear Dean's voice. It's faint, but I can still hear it. I appear in the room where they are, their father's old storage place up in New York. From behind a shelf, I can hear Zachariah talking to Sam and Dean. "We don't have anything." Dean says.

"It's you, chucklehead." The angel says after hesitating. "You're the Michael Sword. 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." My hate for this angel burns strong right now.

"What do you mean, I'm the sword?" Dean asks.

"You're Michael's weapon. Or rather, his receptacle." He hesitates. "Riley knows what I'm talking about." I wince. "Why don't you come on out of there? We all know you're here." I slowly step out, with several pairs of eyes on me, including Dean's. After leaving my gaze, I stand beside him, looking at Zachariah. Dean looks at him, too.

"I'm a vessel?"

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

"How? Why? Why me?"

"Because you're chosen." Zachariah says with much enthusiasm. "It's a great honor, Dean."

"Oh, yeah." He replies sarcastically. "Yeah. Life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks." The angel shakes his head.

"Joking. Always joking. Well, no more jokes." He holds up his hand so his thumb is up and his index finger is pointing at Sam, as if it was a gun. Dean looks confused. "Bang." He mimics a gun kick, and Sam holds his stomach, falling to the ground.

"You son of a bitch." Dean says.

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

"How many humans die in the crossfire, huh?" Dean asks." A million? Five? Ten?"

"Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, how many die? All of them. He'll roast the planet alive." I look down at Sam, who is still wincing in pain. I give him a pitiful look, and he returns it with a shrug.

"There's a reason you're telling me this, instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin."

"Unfortunately, yes."

"There's gotta be another way."

"There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written."

"Yeah, maybe." Dean mumbles. "But on the other hand...eat me. The answer's 'no'."

"Okay." Zachariah mumbles. A second later I feel a mind-numbing pain go through me, starting in my stomach. I try to ignore it, but I can't. I fall to the floor, clenching on my stomach and wincing.