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Weeks had passed since the deal with Lance in Kentucky.

We had learned so much about the whole Amara situation.

Hands of god, that Amara was God's sister, that Chuck; who apparently had written books based off Sam and Dean, and that Cas had let Lucifer in.

That somehow led us to an old warehouse, where Sam, Dean, Chuck, Lucifer, Rowena, and Crowley all stood.

We had come up with a plan to stop Amara, and now we were waiting for her to show up.

The angels, demons, and witches had all temporarily teamed up to stop her.

Dean refused to leave my side, and I was honestly okay with that.

For some reason, I had a deep feeling something was going to go terribly wrong.

But I shrugged it off, and Dean squeezes my hand.

"We'll win this. We'll be okay," he said, reassuring me.

Yet again, Chuck and Lucifer were bickering, only to be stopped mid-sentence by a deep rumbling.

We all looked at each other, and Crowley spoke up.

"Showtime."

Rowena walked outside, and after a few short moments, screams of spells being chanted could be heard.

Next up was the angels with their heavenly smiting. The blast of blue-ish white light could be seen through some of the old windows, and the impact of it shook the ground.

Following that cane the swarm of demons, and Crowley quickly smoked out of his body to go help.

Sam, Dean, Chuck, Lucifer and I all stood there in silence, waiting for Amara to bust down the doors.

When the old metal door flew open, I jumped, and Dean yet again pulled me closer.

Amara walked in, her dress dusty and her hair ruffled. She had some grime placed here and there, and the bottom of her long black dress was charred.

But she didn't have a scratch on her.

She looked from me to Dean, then over to Chuck, studying us.

Lucifer took this moment of distraction to stab her with the point of an angelic spear he had found.

Amara's breath hitched in pain, and she looked down at her fresh wound as Lucifer pulled the spear out of her.

She was hurt, but I had a feeling it wasn't enough.

She stumbled over to Chuck, clutching her gut as a dark black smoke lightly whisped out of it.

They began to talk, but they couldn't hear what they were saying over the sound of my own heartbeat in my ears.

Something was going to go wrong, and I knew it.

Suddenly, smoke began to come from Amara's left shoulder- right where her mark was- and Sam dropped to the ground in pain.

The Mark began to brand itself into his arm, and Dean and I both rushed over to him.

"NO!" Yelled Amara. "I WILL NOT BE POWERLESS AND CAGED AGAIN!"

A dark, smokey black tentacle stabbed Chuck, followed by another and another after that.

Lucifer ran towards Amara, but with a flick of her wrist, she sent him flying back against one of the support beams, where he slumped down.

He screamed in agony as she threw him out of Cas' body, and for a millisecond I might have had some sympathy for the devil.

I need to do something, but I couldn't. My legs wouldn't move, and I just stood there, rooted in place.

Amara continued to stab Chuck with her smokey power, screaming at him about betrayal.

Sam and Dean were then thrown back as well, which meant they had to have tried to charge at her.

But oddly, she didn't throw me back, and l wondered why.

But that wasn't the main issue at the moment.

Chuck was getting weaker with every hit, and I could tell he wouldn't make it much longer.

We were losing, and I had to act quickly if I wanted to spare us some time.

Without even thinking, I charged towards Amara and Chuck, and Amara flicked her wrist, but nothing happened as I ran towards her.

My gut guided my feet right in between the two, standing in front of Chuck to shield him.

The only problem with that was that Amara was still going at Chuck with her darkness.

And now I was right in the way.