This is the End ~ Destiel

Chapter 9 - B Side, No. 2

Thursday Evening, July 11, 2019

Rowena had a bowl filled with ingredients all ready to go. Sam, Dean, Castiel and Jack were standing around the demon trap in the dungeon and waiting anxiously. They were summoning Jael in hopes to make a deal with him in order to gain access to the cage. It was too risky to sneak into Hell just march in, so it was safer to just get permission. The spell in order to summon him was fairly simple, but Cas had to spend most of the day finding the ingredients. Sam wasn't so sure that making a demon deal was the best idea, but his voice of reason was outnumbered. In all honesty, Sam had a 99% chance of being correct. But slim odds were what kept the Winchester's alive.

The little witch took a deep breath and began to chant an old latin phrase. It was very hard to spell, so I won't bother writing it down. The floor trembled a bit, but stilled quickly. They all waited a moment, yet nothing came. Dean rolled his eyes, turning to head back to his room. "Great. Well, that was a waste of time."

"Wouldn't be too sure about that, Deano." A man's voice teased behind him. Dean turned to see a young man with dark skin and red hair grinning. He stuck his hands into the pocket of his sports coat. "Glad y'all invited me."

"We want to make a deal." Cas said bluntly.

Jael's eyes fell on him. "You must be the angel, Castiel. Pleasure. What kind of deal did you have in mind?"

"Let us into Hell. To the Cage." Sam demanded. 

The demon raised his eyebrows. "You want to see the box? How come?"

"That's our business." Dean told him. "We just need you to let us in."

Jael thought about this, considering the best move. "I'll let you in. But you have to promise me something me first."

Sam and Dean exchanged a suspicious look. "What?" They said in unison.

"You all know about the angels from the other world?" Everyone nodded. Jael continued, "Well, word on the street is that they destroyed their own Hell, so take a wild guess about what will happen to ours if they take over. I'm still new to the whole 'King' thing, and my demons aren't exactly super soldiers. Basically, we're  defenseless. I know you Winchesters are good at coming up with plans, stopping wars, all that jazz. If you can stop them, I'll let you in to Hell. You're welcome to tour the whole damn place. Just stop them."

Sam looked down and smiled. "That's the thing. We need to get into the cage in order to stop them. We need Michael's power."

Jael closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Ah, fine. If I'm being honest, I'm desperate. But you get in, you get Michael, you get out. I don't need you rats stirring trouble in my kingdom."

Dean smiled. "You're an easy bargain. Might want to work on your negotiating skills." Sam shot him a look.

Jael raised an eyebrow. "You're just lucky. The next time you need something from Hell, you're going to find that I am not feeling so generous. Be grateful. Now, go to the White Rock Lake in Dallas tomorrow night at 8:00 sharp. Someone will be there to bring you to me, then I'll bring you to the cage. Got it?" They all nodded. "Great. Now get me the hell out of this dump." Cas scratched off the demon trap, and with that he was gone.

Sam sighed. "Well, that was easier than I expected."

"Yeah, now I'm a little suspicious." Dean said skeptically, beginning to walk out of the room. 

"Why? It went well" Jack asked him.

Dean turned and shrugged. "When do things ever go well for us?"

...

Friday Evening, July 12, 2019

The drive to the entrance was long and silent. Everybody was anxious, especially Sam. He tried to ignore the painful memories that resurfaced from his days locked up with Lucifer.  Sam never even came close to telling anyone how absolutely horrible it was. Words couldn't even begin to describe this experience there. Nightmares still plagued him to the point where he wasn't sure if he would ever truly recover.