Heaven and Hell: The Final Chapter

XI.

"Really?" Claire asked Dean when he finally finished. "That's your big plan?"
"Yeah," Dean replied, "whether you like it or not."
"It's not that I don't like it," Claire continued, "I just think it's stupid."
"What's stupid?" Andrew asked, coming in from the kitchen. "Oh, Dean's plan? That's what I thought at first, but it's actually not that bad once you think about it."
"Not that bad?" Claire repeated. "Alright. We'll see how things go when we kill Malphas and she doesn't go back to hell."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"It's pretty much impossible to get Michael out of the cage." Claire replied. "If we can't get him out of the cage, hell won't open, Malphas can't die."
"Nice going, Dean." Thomas said.
"Wait," Andrew said, changing the subject, "the only way to kill Lucifer is with an archangel blade, right? And Zoe is known to have one?"
They all nodded.
"So," he continued, "all we have to do is take her blade."
"That'd be easy," Claire started, "if we knew where to find her. She's on the run, and with Lucifer and Malphas. There's no telling where she is. I have a pretty good place where we can start, though."
"Where?" Dean asked. "Please, don't hold back."
"There's a warehouse, it's in the middle of nowhere. It's where Lucifer went last time, and there's been an increase in demonic activity in that area. I'd be willing to bet it's them."
"Then let's go."

The trip to the warehouse didn't take long; the bunker was about 30 minutes away, but the warehouse was out in the middle of nowhere. When they pulled up, there were no cars around. There wasn't as much as a deer in the fields surrounding it to disturb them.
"Someone's here," Thomas said as they all got out of the car.
They took out their guns and Angel blades. Sam and Dean held a flashlight in their left hands and pointed the gun with their right.
The door creaked open, echoing throughout the vast space inside. Four rooms branched off of each side of the open door, each room locked, not with a door, but with an iron gate. A staircase on the opposite end led up to a floor on top of the rooms, up to where the hay was stored.
"This isn't a warehouse," Sam broke the silence, "it's a stable. Why would Lucifer and Malphas want here?"
"I don't know," Dean answered, finally checking the last stall. Inside, there was a wooden table surrounded by three chairs, all made from splitting wood. They sat lonely atop the hay on the ground, like they hadn't been touched in at least a week. The fact that there were no spiderwebs proved otherwise. Dean tried to go into the stall, with no luck. The gate going from the floor to the top of the doorway with thin iron bars was closed with a rusted metal padlock.
"You're sure someone's here, Thomas?" Sam asked. "It's only us."
"Yeah," he replied, "I'm positi-"
"Hey!" Claire's voice echoed from the other side of the barn. They all turned their heads and saw Claire trying to catch a young girl, about 25 years old. They pursued her as well, and Dean was the first to grab her shoulder after she was stopped at a dead end, surrounded.
He grabbed the girl by her jacket, and she spun around as Dean slammed her into the wall. She rammed the heel of her hand into his nose, and he was thrown back. She ran past Sam and Claire, then stopped when she saw Thomas.
The girl was suddenly tackled and thrown to the ground by Dean, who had quickly reorientated himself. They both hit the hay topped dirt relatively hard. She pushed him off of her and he stumbled to his feet, pulling her up by her collar.
"Oh," the girl smirked, "Dean's still got it. I'm surprised."
"Who the hell are you?" He said, taking an angel blade out of his pocket. "And don't think about trying anything."
"Well," she raised her eyebrows, "let's think. Who could I possibly be?"
"Depends on what you know."
"You're out for an archangel blade," she started, "Cole died. And I'm assuming that's why Thomas is a high tier angel now."
"You were at the restaurant," Dean told her, "you're an angel."
"Don't ding, but do you know which one?" She asked. "Pretty good protection shielding, if I do say so myself. Even angels don't know who I am."
"We were thinking," Dean started, putting the Angel blade closer to her throat, "along the lines of Lucifer."
"Ha," she laughed, "nice try, but no. I'm a much friendlier face than old Lucy."
"Then who are you?" Sam asked from behind Dean.
Her smile faded, and her appearance began to change. Her blonde hair grew down to her elbows, her lips thinned out, she grew shorter, and her brown eyes turned to a striking blue. A girl Sam hadn't seen in a while now stood in front of them.
Kelsey.
"I had to watch out for you somehow. Are you surprised?"