1.112 All 4 Rings

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Next day. Morning. Niveus Pharmaceuticals Warehouse. 

 I saw a few workers filling a truck with boxes.

Dad " Yup, they're loading up hotshots of Croatoan in the trucks. Okay. First truck don't leave for an hour. We get in, we plant the c-4 every 25 feet, then we pull the fire alarm."

 Castiel pointed at a truck " That truck is leaving. "

Dad "Balls! Okay, new plan."

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I snuck to the truck who was about to leave through the gate. The driver put his hand out to press the machine that controlled the gate.

I punched him with the back of my shotgun in the face. His knocked out face landed on the honk. Making a loud noise. I shoved him off the wheel and broke the machine before the gate opened completely. 

Suddenly i saw the gates of the warehouse closing. 

I walked around the warehouse and saw an open side door. I looked at the lock. It had been shot open.

I walked inside and looked around. 

I saw Dad and Sam standing there starring at something. I walked to them and saw what they were looking at. My jaw dropped. 

There were a bunch of people eating someone. It was the virus. 

The  infected guys looked at us. 

Dad pointed the shotgun at them. 

I gulped. Their eyes were bloodshot. 

Sam looked at me and nodded before aiming his gun at them. 

I did the same. 

Then they ran to us. 

We started firing till none of them were standing anymore. 

It went silent. 

Suddenly i heard someone call for help "Help me! Please! Help! "

Sam " There's still people here. "

Dad " Sam, no! "

Sam handed me the knife "Wait here"

Then he left. 

I sighed and turned to dad. There was an infected standing behind him. I pushed dad to the side and stabbed the guy in the stomach. He groaned and fell to the ground. 


At home. outside in the garage. 

I walked into the garage and smiled when i saw Dean sitting there. 

I walked to him.

He looked up and smiled "hey, doll"

I held the beers that i was carrying up "I brought beer"

He smiled and i handed him one. But instead of the beer he grabbed my wrist and pulled me on his lap. 

I laughed and put the bottles on the table. 

Dean opened the bottles and i took a sip of mine. 

My eyes widened when i saw all four rings on the table, all somehow connected to each other. 

Me "Well, i know seeing you sitting here would mean you didn't fuck up with Death but..did he also you how to operate those? The whole deal?"

He nodded "  Yeah. It's nuts. Of course, I got bigger problems now. "

I eyed him "what did you do now?"

Dean "What do you think Death does to people who lie to his face? "

 I let my head hang and whined "god, Dean, what did you tell him?"

Dean "That I was cool with Sam driving the bus on the whole Lucifer plan."

 Me "So Death thinks Sam ought to say yes, huh? "

Dean took a sip of his beer and shrugged "I don't know. Yeah. "

I sighed. 

Dean" But, I mean, of course he'd say that. He works for Lucifer."

Me "But didn't you say that Lucifer made Death his bitch somehow?"

Dean nodded "yeah but don't Death hear that"

I giggled but then went serious "but for real now, He's Death. Think of the kind of bird's-eye view."

 Dean raised his eyebrows "Seriously? "

I shrugged " I'm just saying --"

 Dean cut me off "well, don't. I mean, what happened to you being against this?"

i took a sip of my beer and sighed " Back at Niveus?"

He nodded. 

Me " I watched that kid pull one civilian out after another. Must have saved 10 people. Never stopped. Never slowed down. We're hard on him, Dean. We've always been. But in the meantime... He's been running into burning buildings since he was, what, 12?"

 Dean nodded " Pretty much. "

Me "But i'm not gonna lie and say that Sam doesn't has a darkness inside of him. But he's got a hell of a lot of good in him, too."

 Dean nodded " I know."

Me "Then you know Sam will beat the devil...Or die trying. That's the best we could ask for. "

He nodded. 

Me "So I gotta ask, Dean. What exactly are you afraid of? Losing this war? Or losing your brother?"

He looked at the bottle in his hand. 

I knew i shouldn't have asked, and i know i wouldn't get an answer but i didn't want to hear one either. I wanted him to ask himself that question. 

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