Nephilim

16

Kirstin's P.O.V.- Present Day

Dean stands there, utterly shocked, looking at the place where the three of them disappeared, "What just happened?"

"I don't know." Castiel mutters quietly.

"The Devil won. That's what happened." Michael croaks.

"Damn it! I should have been paying attention! I should have protected him." I yelled slamming my hand onto the floor, sending cracks away from the spot I hit. He ate Jack's grace. An Archangel with Nephilim grace cannot end well.

"How do we stop him?" Castiel demands, stepping toward Michael.

He chuckles, a breathy painful sound, "You don't. After consuming the Nephilim's grace, Lucifer's juiced up. He's super-charged. He'll kill the boy, your brother. Hell, he could end the whole universe if he put his mind to it. And you thought I was bad."

"Supercharged," I mutter quietly. Lucifer's grace was slightly depleted, right? Taking Jack's grace juiced him up, but his tank was low, to begin with.

"No. No, you beat him. I saw you." Dean denies furiously. Supercharged.

"When he was weaker, and I was stronger. Believe me, I'd love to rip my brother apart. But now in this banged up meatsuit... not happening. This is the end, of everything."

"No. What if...what if you had your sword?" He takes a step closer to Michael, the question hesitant on his lips. Supercharged.

"Dean, no." Castiel steps forward. Supercharged.

"I am your sword. Your perfect vessel. With me, you'd be stronger than you've ever been." Supercharged. Come on, think of something!

"Oh, I know what you are." Michael's voice sounds nearly smug. Come on! Come on!

"If we work together, can we beat Lucifer?"

"Dean!" Castiel interrupts.

"Can we?" Think. Think quickly.

"We'd have a chance." Think faster, Kirstin. God, the one time you're brain is actually useful, it is nowhere to be found.

"Dean, you can't." I glance around the room, seeing an archangel blade merely abandon on the floor. Maybe one from the other Earth?

Dean spins around to face his boyfriend, "Lucifer has Sam. He has Jack. Cass, I don't have a choice!" He faces Michael again, "If we do this, it's a one time deal. I'm in charge. You're the engine, but I'm behind the wheel. Understand?" What can I do with this information, what does being supercharged have to do with- Oh!

Dean was about to say yes to being Michael's vessel, so I did the first thing I could think of to stop him from speaking. I screamed, bloody murder, causing everybody to look at me. Go time.

I lunge toward Michael, the second archangel blade flying into my hand. Yanking his head up, I cut his throat, sucking his grace out of him. After I completely drain him, I pull his face down to look at me as my eyes glow brighter than before, a strong feeling of power surging through my veins, "Hasta la vista, not-my-father. I hope you go directly to Hell. Do not pass go, do not go to the Empty." With those final words, I plunge the blade into his chest, watching as blood spews out, instead of the flickering of grace. I lick my dry lips, standing up and turning towards the couple standing in front of me. Oh, and Ryder. I think for a moment, looking at an incredulous Cas, and an impressed Dean, "So, there might have been another choice," I pause for a second, "Does that count as killing my father? Answer that when I get back. Playing a hero, yet again."