How Are You Alive (Dean Winchester Love Story Book 4)

Chapter 58

Chapter 58

I let it fall, my heart
And as it fell, you rose to claim it
It was dark, and I was over
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me

Set Fire To The Rain by Adele

"I get that." Dean says. "If anything threatens a prophet, anything at all, an archangel will appear to destroy that threat. Archangels are fierce. They're absolute. They're heaven's most terrifying weapon." Castiel says.

"And these archangels, they're tie to prophets?" Skye asks. "Yes." Cas says. "So if a prophet was in the same room as a demon..." Dean trails off thinking. "Then the most fearsome wrath of heaven would rain down on that demon. Just so you understand...why I can't help." Castiel explains.

"Thanks, Cas." Dean says. "Good luck." Castiel says.

~CHUCK'S HOUSE - NIGHT~

Chuck is sprawled on his couch when Dean and Skye enter, this time, Chuck does look surprised to see them. "What are you doing here? I didn't write this." Chuck says confused. "Come on. I need you to come with us." Dean says, grabbing Chuck. "What where?" Chuck asks, nervously. "To the motel where Sam is." Dean says, plainly like it's nothing.

"That's where Lilith is." Chuck gulps. "Yeah, exactly. We need you to stop her." Skye says. "Are you insane? Lilith? I know what she's capable of, guys. I wrote her." Chuck says. "Al right, listen to me. You have an archangel tethered to you, okay? All you got to do is show up and boom! Lilith get's smoked." Dean smirks.

"But I...I haven't seen that yet. Th..the story." Chuck gulps. "Chuck, you're the only shot that we've got left." Skye pleads. "But...I'm just a writer." Chuck says. "This isn't a story anymore, man. This is real! And you're in it! Now, I need you to get off your ass and fight. Come on, Chuck." Dean growls. "No fucking way." Chuck protests.

"Okay, well, then, how about this...I've got a gun in my pocket, and if you don't come with me, I'll blow your brains out." Dean threatens. "I thought you said I was protected by an archangel." Chuck smirks. "Well, interesting exercise. Let's see who the quicker draw is." Dean smirks.

~MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT~

Sam hears a knock at the door and approaches it slowly. He turns the handle carefully, then flings the door open. The doorway is empty. He closes the door and turns around and sees. "Hello, Sam." Lilith smiles. "I've been waiting for you." Sam says as her eyes turn white. "Where's the knife, Sam?" She asks. "On the nightstand. By the bed." Sam says.

Lilith begins walking towards the bed, then stops. She stoops down and lifts the rug. Beneath it is a devil's trap. She rolls her eyes and touches the edge of it with a finger, the mark flares and burns away. She stands to face Sam.

"You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that." Lilith laughs. "How about this?" Sam smirks as he reaches out a hand and concentrates, a wind rises and blows her hair back, but he has no other effect on her.

"You're strong. But you're not that strong. Not yet." Lilith says. "So why don't you throw me around then?" Sam asks. "Because I can't, and you know it. You're immune to my charms. Seems we're at a stalemate." She points out. "Why are you here?" Sam asks. "To talk." She shrugs. "Yeah, well, I'm not interested." Sam scoffs.

"Hmmm....even if I'm offering to stand down? From the seals...the apocalypse...all of it?" She asks. "You expect me to believe that?" Sam asks. "Honestly? No. You were always the smart one. But it's the truth. You can end it, Sam. Right here, right now. I'll stop breaking seals, Lucifer keeps rotting in his cage. All you have to do is agree to my terms." She smirks. "Why would you back down? Why now?" Sam asks. "Turns out, I don't survive this war. Killed off, right before the good part starts. "What do you want?" Sam asks

"For it to go back to the way it was. Before I had angels to deal with 24/7. The good old days, when it was all baby blood all the time." She sighs, happily. "And what do you want in return?" Sam asks. "You're head on a stick. Dean and Skye's too. Call it a consolation prize. So what do you say, Sam? Self-sacrifice is the Winchester and Lacey way, isn't it?" She asks. "You really think I'm stupid enough to fall for this?" Sam laughs.

"I make a deal, I have to follow through. Those are the rules, and you know it. Are you really so arrogant that you would put your life before the lives of six billion people? Maybe it's all that demon blood pumping through your pipes. Man after my own heart." She smiles.

"You think I'm like you? I am nothing like you." Sam spits. "Then prove it. Going once." She says as she turns, walking to the bed. "Going twice." She says. "Fine." Sam sighs causing Lilith to turn back facing him. "Swell. By the way, a contract with me will take more than a kiss." She winks as she sits on the bed. "A lot more. Don't worry. The dental hygienist in here? She wants it bad." She flirts as she pats the bed.

Sam approaches her. Lilith runs a hand up his leg as her eyes turn white. She takes him by the collar and pulls him down on top of her. When he gets close enough, he grabs the knife and tries to stab her with it. She counters his attack and flips him over, grabbing the knife. Before she can attack, the door bursts open and Dean, Skye, and Chuck enter.

"I am the prophet Chuck!" He yells. "You've got to be joking." Lilith rolls her eyes in annoyance.

She leaves Sam and approaches Chuck. "Oh, this is no joke." Dean smirks as the room begins to tremble, and a great white light pours in through the windows. "You see, Chuck here's got an archangel on his shoulder. You've got about 10 seconds before this room is full of wrath and you're a piece of charcoal. You sure you want to tangle with that?" Skye smirks, crossing her arms over her chest.

Lilith glares at Skye then she glances over at Sam. Black smoke starts to pour out of her mouth and goes out the window.

~ROAD - NIGHT~

Dean is driving, Sam is in the passenger seat and Skye is in the back seat resting her ehad on Dean's bunched up red and black plaid shirt and a blanket over her as she is sleeping. The rear window is still busted, still clumsily covered in a tarp flapping in the wind.

"So a deal, huh?" Dean asks. "That's what she said." Sam says. "To call the whole thing off...angels, seals, Lucifer rising, the whole nine?" Dean asks.

"That was the gist of it." Sam says. "Huh." Dean huffs. "What?" Sam asks. "You didn't think once about taking it?" Dean asks as he glances at Sam for a few moments then focuses back on the road, glancing in his mirrors every 5 to 10 seconds.

"You kidding me? Dude, you spent all day trying to talk me off the Lilith track." Sam scoffs. "I'm just saying." Dean sighs. "She would have found some way to weasel out of it. And all it would have cost us was our lives." Sam says. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Dean says.

"Anyway, that's not the point." Sam says. "What's the point?" Skye asks, yawning as she is starting to wake up. "The point is, she's scared. I could see it. Lilith is running." Sam says. "Running from what?" Dean asks. "Don't know. But she was telling the truth about one thing." Sam says.

"What's that?" Skye asks. "She's not gonna survive the apocalypse. I'll make sure of that." Sam says.

~CHUCK'S HOUSE - NIGHT~

Chuck is asleep on the couch, having another dream. We don't see what he's seeing. He wakes suddenly, violently. "Did you see it?" Zachariah asks. "Who are you?" Chuck asks. "I'm Zachariah. You may know me from your work." He smiles.

"What do you want?" Chuck asks cautiously. "Did you see it?" Zachariah asks again. Chuck nods. "Is it true? Is all of that..." Chuck gulps. "Really going to happen?" Chuck asks. "Have you been wrong so far?" Zachariah asks. Chuck gets up and heads for the door. "I've got to warn them." Chuck says urgently but Zachariah appears infront of him.

"I wouldn't advise it. People shouldn't know too much about their own destiny. You try...and I'll stop you." He says causing Chuck to stop but then he starts to go in another direction. "Where are you going?" Zachariah chuckles. "To go kill myself." Chuck says. "Don't be melodramatic, Chuck. We'd only bring you back to life." He laughs. Chuck turns around to face him. "What am I supposed to do?" Chuck asks.

"What you always do. Write." He smiles.