Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Endless Sacrifice

Kali:

When Dean finally got Sam to let him pull away from the sigil, we started to run, but the doors just slammed shut. I couldn't get them open, and there was a high pitched noise starting to build up, lights coming around us, before we huddled on the ground, falling to out knees.

Before we were on a plane, watching a cartoon about the devil. And no one had noticed anything. "What the hell?"

"I don't know." Sam frowned, looking around as the intercom came on and we could hear the pilot.

"Folks, quick word from the flight deck. We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore—"

My Deany looked at me in confusion as I wiped Ruby's blood off my face before someone saw.  "Ilchester? Weren't we just there?"

Mr Pilot kept talking. "So if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to—" Then a column of light was interrupting the view. "Holy crap!"

The shock wave knocked the plane off kilter, people getting thrown around screaming. Oxygen masks dropped down, and we put ours on as the white light outside got blinding, the high noise back. Dean was holding my hand so tight that I could feel my bones cracking. 

Before we were getting into a rented car, away from the crashing plane, and had to flick through radio stations to find one that wasn't telling of the start of the Apocalypse. "Dean, Kali, look—"

"Don't say anything." I told Sammy, putting my gloves back on as I tried to fold my staff, but the ice wouldn't let me. Looked like a needed a new one. "It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?"

He nodded at me from the front. "Yeah, okay."

"All right, well, first things first." Dean growled, his low, sexy voice making me feel at home, even though Baby was back in Dakota with Bobby. "How did we end up on Soul Plane?"

Sam shrugged. "Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?"

Not really the most important thing here. "Well, whatever. It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas."

So back to Chuck's place, and the house was devastated. There was nothing there, until Chuck jumped out at Sam, and whacked him over the head with a toilet plunger. As you do. "Geez! Ow!"

"Sam."

"Yeah!"

I waved a little. "Hey, Chucky. Try not to be a Dalek, because then my grumps will show up and go Scottish on us."

He frowned at me, looking confused. "So...you're okay?"

The younger Winchester was still holding his head. "Well, my head hurts."

"No, I mean—I mean, my—My last vision." Chuck gabbled. "You went, like, full-on Vader. Your body temperature was one-fifty. Your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black."

We looked at him in alarm. "Your eyes went black?"

"I didn't know." He told us over his shoulder.

OK, something very important. "Where's Cas?"

"He's dead." No, no he couldn't be, there was no way that Castiel was dead, I'd know. "Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry."

"You're sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something."

Chuck just shook his head. "Oh, no. He, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup."