The Complete Season (Supernatural)

Episode 14: Gimme Shelter

That night was a dark time at the bunker. Ares had returned to Hades' tower, and he and his men had taken their fallen marauders and departed from the battlefield. He'd given a solemn nod at Dean and Sam before disappearing into the night. Athena had departed for Mount Olympus, promising to return to update everyone on the situation within a few days. She looked sadly at Mina's body as she prepared to go, still wrapped up in Sam's arms, encircled in her own devil's trap.

She looked on, at Sam's unseeing eyes, glazed over. She turned to Dean. "I'm sorry. It shouldn't have turned out like this."

Dean sighed. "Yeah, well, that's what happens, right? You win some, you lose some." He spat the words out harshly, kicking absently at the ground.

"If those two guards hadn't been in the room, Hades wouldn't have found her." Athena looked at the ground. "They were unexpected. He sensed their deaths."

Dean shrugged. "Shit happens." He looked sadly at his little brother. "Unfortunately, now Sammy has to pay for it. And Mina paid the ultimate price."

"Mina is extremely brave." Athena laid a hand on Dean's arm, and was gone.

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While Cas was unable to heal Mina, he was, in fact, able to resurrect Garth. Charlie let out a sigh of relief as she saw her friend sit up, look around in wonder, and throw his arms around Castiel's neck in a humongous embrace. Cas took a few moments before returning the hug awkwardly. Then, still peering at the live feed, she saw Cas telling Garth something, and Garth becoming very sad. He hid his eyes behind his hand. Cas had told him about Mina.

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They arrived back at the bunker a few minutes later, melancholy, dirty, and tired. Dean stalked in and put Pandora's Jar in a lock box, then went about mixing up cement to fill it with in the kitchen. Once he was done with that, he was going to sledgehammer up part of the floor and bury it there. Forever. No record. But that could wait until tomorrow.

Sam carried Mina's lifeless body to his room, laid her on his bed, and left, closing the door behind him. He retreated to the small living room, where he sat in silence.

Once Dean was done with the cement, he approached Sam, and stood behind him for several minutes. Sam finally sighed. "It's time, isn't it?" He said, more of a statement than a question.

Dean wiped a tear away. "Yeah man, it is. You need to say anything to her, now's the time."

Sam shook his head. He smiled sadly. "She knows." He turned to his brother. "She knows everything I could ever tell her, Dean. I don't have any words... I can't."

Dean nodded solemnly. "Do you mind if I... say my goodbyes?"

Sam seemed a little surprised, but shook his head. "No, no of course not." He put his face in his hands. "I'll be here." He breathed out a ragged sigh. "I need a drink. To be honest, Dean, I have no idea what to do."

Dean put a hand on his shoulder. "I know, Sammy. I know." He poured Sam a scotch, then rethought it and just brought him the bottle. Then he made his way down the hallway to Sam's room. Charlie was just coming out of it, her eyes bright with tears. She bumped into him on her way out.

"Sorry, Dean, I didn't see you." She looked down, wiping the back of her hand across her face. She looked up at him, a familiar ache behind her eyes. "I can't believe we lost her. I had to see for myself. She's actually gone."

Dean pulled Charlie into a hug. "Yeah, kid, she is." He said, resting his head on the top of hers. They stayed that way for a while, Charlie crying softly into his shoulder, and him steeling himself for what he had to do next. She finally pulled away.