Angelica Lilith Winchester

SIXTEEN

"What is that?" Cass asked.

"I'm thinking of calling it... the Equilizer. Or... the Hammurabi."

There was a moment of awkward silence after Chuck's words as we turned our gaze from the gun to him.

"No? All right, cool. That's cool. Cool."

Chuck looked down at his feet, embarrassed.

"Wait, y-you're saying that this thing could kill Jack?" Dean inquired.

"That? That'll kill anything," Chuck replied.

"So you've had this the whole time and--- and we're just now getting it?" Sam sounded annoyed. "Why?"

"Because I haven't?" came the response. "I just made that sucker. Hasn't been fired yet."

"So you don't know if it works," I commented.

"If I say it'll work, it'll work," Chuck rebutted.

Dean had picked up the gun from the table, taking out the magazine and looking inside as he studied it.

"There's are no bullets."

"Right. It doesn't exactly use bullets. See, existence is all about balance, right? Dark and light, good and evil, chocolate and peanut butter..."

"Ugh, yeah, okay Chuck. The point, please?" Sam interrupted.

Chuck sighed and explained, "Uh, whatever happens to the person you're aiming at also happens to you. So you kill him..."

"You die," Dean finished, clicking the magazine back into place and putting the gun down.

"Right. Yeah. Look, I know it's not perfect, and I'd do it myself, but, you know, if I bite it, then... existence also kind of bites it, so one of you... Sorry."

Cass shook his head, not liking the turn the conversation had taken.

"I don't understand why we're talking about killing Jack. Y-you can fix him. You can--- You can restore his soul. That's why I called you."

"Yeah, not so much," Chuck admitted.

"You're God," I countered.

"Well, souls are complicated--- even for me. Besides, even if I could, would you really want--- I mean, after what he did?"

"Then we bind him," Cass cut in. "We throw him in the Cage until---"

"Stop Cass," Dean interrupted. "You heard him. This is the only way."

"And Billie said the only way to defeat Michael was to lock you in a box," Cass argued.

"Ugh. Billie," Chuck scoffed. "I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle porn. This new Death--- she's always sticking her scythe where it doesn't belong."

"There has to be another way," Cass continued.

"Well, there's not. Now, I know you don't like it, and I really don't care. 'Cause you just heard it from God Himself that this," Dean picked up the gun again, "is the only thing that can kill Jack, so either get on board, or walk away."

There was a tense moment of silence before Cass turned and left the room.

XxX

Sam and Dean had disappeared shortly after Cass had left. I wasn't sure where they were, but I was left alone with Chuck.

"What about me?" 

"What?"

"All this with Jack... trying to kill him. What about me?"

"What about you?"