Fallen

Chapter Ten

 "Sam...It's Jess," Jo speaks softly, her face soaked in tears. "She's dead."

Sam freezes, his heart dropping to his stomach. "N-No..."

"There was a fire at the Moore's household last night. The whole family seems to have died in their sleep." Jo puts her hand on Sam's shoulder and he brushes it off.

He turns away from her and walks out the door, not knowing where he is heading to, just as long as it is somewhere away from other people. He feels himself boil up with anger when he hears Dean and Cas following him, calling out his name. Sam turns to Cas and pushes him as hard he can, which Cas doesn't budge to, so instead Sam gets right up in his face and starts to yell at him.

"You heartless, lying bastard!" Sam spits, doing everything he can to hold back tears. "You said everything will be okay! You promised!"

Cas' expression is a mix of worry and guilt. "I didn't know this would happen, Sam."

"She was the one person in my life who made me feel normal. The one person who made me feel alive..." Sam trails off, letting the tears come.

"This is bad. Really bad. Lucifer must be targeting the people you are close to as a sort of threat for you to say yes to being his vessel." Cas speaks quietly, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. "It must have angered him when I lowered his voice in your mind. This is my fault. I'm so sorry, Sam."

"Then why hasn't he come after me? I am Michael's vessel, after all." Dean asks, his voice shaky.

"Lucifer won't lay a finger on you with me around." Cas puts his hand on Dean's shoulder and squeezes it lightly.

"I have to say yes." Sam speaks in a monotone voice, his eyes blank. "I have to say yes or he's going to start killing everyone I love."

"There's no point, Sam. I'm not going to be Michael's vessel. You will be saying yes for nothing. You will just get yourself killed!" Dean whisper-yells, his eyes wide with rage.

"That's not true." An unfamiliar voice comes from behind them and then in an abrupt millisecond they are all back at the Winchester's household.

"What the fu-" Dean starts but stops when him and Sam are all of a sudden flung five metres behind Cas and are unable to move a muscle, enveloped in an invisible warmth.

'His wings.' Dean thinks, and then focuses all his attention on the stranger that has just zapped them into a completely different scene.

"What do you want, Zachariah?" Cas speaks with gritted teeth, a low growl leaving his lips.

"I'm just here to inform Dean that he isn't so special after all."

Dean manages to huff out a laugh. "Like I care what some dickwad angel thinks of me."

Cas twists his wing a bit tighter around Dean to get him to shut up. "What do you mean, he isn't so special?"

"We've been waiting for over a year now and you have been so terribly stubborn," Zachariah runs his tongue over his teeth and stares at Dean. "I just thought you should be informed that Michael now has a different vessel. Your youngest brother, as a matter of fact."

Dean and Sam shoot each other a confused look. 

"That's not possible. I'm Lucifer's vessel." Sam says, swallowing the lump forming in his throat.

Zachariah looks at him, raises an eyebrow and then starts laughing; a thick, evil chuckle. "I said your youngest brother."

"We don't have siblings other than each other." Dean says, his heart stammering.