REVIVE ▸ d. winchester [2] ✔

Chapter 26

Sam's POV

A mix of dark red blood and black goo coats my hands and runs down my arms. I was a mess, and a shower was calling my name, but I wasn't as muddled as my surroundings.

Bodies of Chimeras are strewn all about, and even some angels join them on the ground. The snow is hardly white anymore, stained with the blood of battle. But, for the most part, what I see is a good sight. 

The fighting is over. Only angels and humans stand, and those who do are walking around and surveying the damage done. Some kneel next to their fallen comrades in commemoration, but most still stand strong. Bobby, walking up to me, is a mix between the two.

Just as bloodied as myself, I scan his exposed skin for injuries. But, other than a few scratches here and there, I find nothing. Looking down, I find myself in a similar shape.

"Now I've seen everything," Bobby states, referring to the multitude of creatures we had just fought and killed. Some were beasts I had never even imagined up before, and others were grotesquely familiar. 

"Tell me about it." But even though the both of us felt a sense of completion- a sense of victory in killing all of these monsters- we both knew we were nowhere near being victorious. There is a greater battle that has yet to have been won. And that leaves my mind wandering to one person: Dean. 

"Where's your brother?" Bobby beats me to the question. Looking around, neither of us see him in the clearing. I don't see him with Cas, or with Gabriel, and I don't see him picking through the dead Chimeras for survivors. 

"I don't know," I say, trying not to let worry settle in so quickly. "I was going to ask you that."

"Well, he's gotta be around here somewhere," Bobby states. After his words come out, we look at each other in realization.

He could still be here, just hiding amongst the dead.

"Cas probably knows where he is," Bobby assures the both of us. With a gesture, he says, "Come on." 

He turns around and heads right for the angel, not seeming to care that he was interrupting a conversation between he, Gabriel, and two other angels we didn't know. Each of them were clearly weary of the battle they had just fought, knowing well of Azrael's probable retaliations that they must now prepare for. If Dean wasn't successful in killing Azrael- if the angel blade hasn't been driven through Azrael's heart- he will be back, stronger, more resentful and more violent than ever. So for the world's sake, Azrael must have died today by Dean's hand.

"Cas, a word?"

Upon seeing the two of us approach him, he breaks off from the others. Having him stand next to me brings a rush of relief to my brain, one that is long overdue. Only a day ago we had no idea where he was, or if he was even alive. His presence, here, right now, is a miracle. 

"Sam, Bobby," he greets. Then he asks his question, the one that practically rips all hope out from underneath me. "Where's Dean?"

"You haven't seen him either?" I ask, now allowing myself to think realistically. Given the facts, seeing our surroundings... my rational, calming thoughts are quickly being thrown out the window.

"No, not since you last did." Cas, too, takes a quick look around the clearing and comes up empty. After a moment, he shakes his head. "I don't sense him in the clearing. I can't get a reading on him."

"That's impossible," I whisper, desperately looking around again. That can't be possible.

"Are you sure those wardings you put up aren't messing with your mojo?" Bobby asks, trying to come up with another explanation. Or at least one that didn't settle so terribly with us.