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

45. Pestilence

45. Pestilence

In the end, Brady gave us Pestilence's location. And as you could easily guess, the Winchesters—Sam in particular—had the honor to off the demon. He didn't seem bittersweet about it either, when he stabbed the demon hard in the stomach until he didn't move. It was the first time I stood back and observed the brothers. They were hardly normal by any means, and I didn't mean by their profession and lifestyle. Their behavior wasn't natural. I guess that came with the business. Mine couldn't be normal either, as I was still hanging around.

So after the thing with Brady, the three of us had headed back to Bobby's. We'd rested for a day or two. Well, everyone but me really rested. My thoughts went back to Sam's ridiculous idea. To his knowledge, only Bobby and he knew. Little did anyone know that I had listened in. I still wasn't sure when there would be an appropriate time to address his plan.

But I didn't have to worry about that, because about two days after the thing with Crowley, the Hellhounds, and Brady, Sam decided to voice his "genius" plan, letting Dean finally hear it.

Naturally, like anyone who heard it the first time, he wasn't happy.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean demanded of his younger brother.

"Dean—" Sam tried to explained.

"No, don't 'Dean' me. I mean, you—you have had some stupid ideas in the past. But this—d-did either of you know about this?" Dean looked from me to Bobby.

I kept my mouth shut and looked to Bobby.

"What?" Bobby asked.

"About Sam's genius plan to cram the devil down his throat."

Bobby only nodded.

"Well, thanks for the heads up!"

"Hey, this ain't about me."

Dean looked to his brother. "You can't do this."

"That's the consensus."

"All right. Awesome. Then, end of discussion." Almost as if on cue, Dean's phone rang. "This isn't over. Hello?"

I just barely heard the voice at the other end: "Dean?"

"Cas?" I found myself saying the angel's name along with Dean.

"Is he okay?" Sam asked.

"We all thought you were dead," Dean said into the phone. "Where the hell are you, man?"

"A hospital."

"Are you okay?"

"No."

"You want to elaborate?"

"I just woke up here. The doctors were fairly surprised. They thought I was brain-dead."

"S-so, a hospital?"

"Apparently, after Van Nuys, I suddenly appeared, bloody and unconscious, on a shrimping boat off Delacroix. I'm told it upset the sailors."

"Uh, well, I got to tell you, man—you're just in time. We figured out a way to pop Satan's box."

"How?"

"It's a long story, but, look—we're going after Pestilence now. So if you want to zap over here..."

"I can't 'zap' anywhere."

"What do you mean?"

"You could say my batteries are—are drained."

"What do you mean? You're out of angel mojo?"