Crisis on Infinite Earths

All Hell Breaks Loose

Before Dean knew it, he opened his eyes to find he was in a completely different location.

He saw a small blue door which read Stage 2 and could hear the muffling of voices on the opposite side.

Misha's voice was more apparent as he was still speaking through his microphone.

"I woke up. We were halfway across the country," Misha continued.

"Pressure changed again," Jared giggled.

"This time I tried to be more careful... I failed again... He fainted again... They revived him again... And when we landed, everyone had to stay in their seats as paramedics got him off the flight," Misha chuckled as others copied.

Dean placed his hand on the metal handle and opened the door slightly with a creak. He peeped out of the gap he had created to see the audience in front of him and the stage to his right.

"His girlfriend, when they came back whispered again 'somebody has gas,' but REALLY dramatically like, ok I farted big deal, stop fainting," Misha complained as everyone burst into laughter.

Dean tittered as the door shook with his unintentional movement.

"And the attendants said the same thing with the fuselage, the gas and the wings. Then the woman sitting next to them yelled out 'NO! SOMEBODY HAS TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!'" Misha was completely indulged in the story as he acted it out with all of his energy.

"But now you can't get up and go to the bathroom," Jared stuttered through chuckles.

"Obviously, now that at that point im feeling a little embarrassed for being called out like that. So I just sorta played it cool at that point."

"What's cool at that point?!" Jensen yelled.

Dean tried to focus his attention back on to Alison but saw Charlie staring at him instead. He looked at Charlie with a stern expression and began to gesture for her to come over with his hand.

He saw her begin to creep across the back of the audience and towards the door where Dean was hidden. He opened the door as she grew close enough and quietly clicked it shut.

"What are you doing?" Charlie whispered in a frustrated tone.

"Saving your ass. Now give me the blade," Dean held out his hand to Charlie.

"What?! No!" Charlie held the blade behind her back as she looked at Dean dead in the eyes.

"Look. I can't lose you again. Not like this. You already died because of me and I can't have that happening again. Not under my watch," Dean sobbed as his eyes appeared sorrowful and deeply scarred.

"That was NOT your fault Dean. It was my decision not to let powerful information fall into the wrong hands. And I stand by that decision. Now don't go punishing yourself for my death because he was going to kill me either way. There was no way you could have stopped him." A tear ran down Charlie's cheek as they both stood there in absolute silence.

Charlie saw Dean step towards her as he embraced her in a gentle hug. He placed his hand on the back of her head and her face rested on his shoulder.

"Just be careful. Please," Dean said.

As they carefully removed themselves from the hug, Charlie reached for her back pocket where she pulled out a second silver blade.

"Always come prepared," Charlie smirked as Dean grasped the blade by the handle and opened the door as she saw a woman walk up the steps of the stage.

"Um, hi there young lady. You're not exactly meant to be up here," Jensen remarked.

"It's all your fault," Alison replied with hatred painted on her face.

"I'm sorry. What do you mean it's all our fault?" Jensen said as he shot a confused glare at Misha.

Alison removed the blade from inside her pants and pointed it at Jensen as she crept closer to him.

"Now! We need to go NOW!" Dean burst open the door as he and Charlie rushed towards the stage.

They could hear gasps from every direction along with loud chatter. Everyone's gazes were fixed on Dean and Charlie.

"What the hell?" Jensen spoke a fair distance from the microphone.
"Did you organise this Jared? Cause if you did.. Well done," Jensen clapped his hands.

"Does anyone else notice the striking resemblance or is it just me?" Misha looked at Jensen then back at Dean with his mouth slightly parted.

"Leave them alone! They have nothing to do with this," Dean growled.

"He even sounds like you!" Jared loudly remarked.

"Just come with us and leave these people alone. They've done nothing wrong," Charlie said with concern.

"You did this to me Dean. Now you're going to suffer! Starting with your precious doppelganger and his friends!" Alison ran towards Jensen with the blade raised in front of his chest.

The room filled with high pitched screams as teenage girls and families rushed out of the room in terror. People climbed over the seats and trod on each other in order to escape. Mothers grabbed on to their children and glanced back at the stage before disappearing out the door.

She whipped the blade at Jensen as he defensively raised his arms and struggled to get out of his seat. It sliced deep through his skin as he was thrown across the stage.

The blade appeared a crimson red as droplets of blood formed on the floor.

Jensen gripped his arm tight as a thick red goo squeezed through his fingers. He yelled in excruciating pain before his body went limp. The cries had silenced as his head slammed into the wooden floor.

"Jensen!" Jared screamed in horror.

Alison smiled wickedly as she whipped her head over to Jared.

"Oh sorry. Did I damage your little boy toy," Alison said playfully as she raised the blade to plunge it into Jared's chest.

Suddenly, she let out a loud squeal as she felt a sharp radiating pain shoot up her back. Dean stood behind her with his blade shoved into her spine. Blood pooled out of her mouth
as she struggled to breathe.

Alison coughed and choked which caused blood to splatter her surroundings.

"You'll never find her now," Alison whispered as her body gave way and collapsed onto the hard floor.

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