What Type Of Weave Does Myammee Have A hint of unease

This is Not Exactly a sequel of my previous fic, The last break of dawn , although I think one first reading That Would somehow help to UNDERSTAND ITS context. I guess it CAN stand alone, pero now I'm sure it Can Be a bit confusing, so it works Better if you check the first one I Mentioned Above.

Warnings: This is Unbetable-ed and I ' m mildly insane. Spoilers up to 6x11.


Here the English version: A hint of concern.


At the end There is a little drawing, I did not make it Especially for this fic, pero I think it fits ... (Ok, I jens of tiny water dots on the cheek of the man who lies still on the forest clearing, Dean puckers his lips, mutters something unintelligible that might be a swearing, he snaps his eyes open and squeezes them close again when he becomes aware of the acute, stabbing pain in his head. He feels dizzy, and his right forearm is driving him crazy, a mere drop won't get him up.

All what comes to his mind in that moment is a vivid image of a warm, juicy double bacon cheeseburger, his stomach growls, and for a second he wonders vaguely why the hell his brother isn't there with him. Then the corners of Dean's mouth curl up into a half grin when he remembers that last night he and Sam ended up in the middle of a bar fight when they were sharing aFEW beers,

like in the old times , Before Their going back to motel room to finalize the details of Their plan to gank a couple of vamps They Had Been tracking for past three days, They knocked out Some drunks.
I finally have Sam back with him, Sammy, the boy I Took care of and raised, Being brother, friend and father at once, the man have doomed to hell for Himself, the One Who Overcame the devil In His game, and absolutely nothing dog compare with the joy it settles in the historical core of Being. And Even if it's just a borrowed illusion, Even if a little push to the right brick Could set free unspeakable horrors and tear apart, and suppress, and destroy Every single speck of What His brother really is, snatching Sam away from him one more time, it doesn't ruin his mood, because it won't happen, he won't let it happen, he won't
.

But still, deep down, there is something itching. Something – Lisa and Ben, maybe. He knows he misses them, but Lisa's words still echo in his head, and the memory of their last encounter refuses to die and continues hunting him, the look in her eyes, the way the kid's heartbeat raced up in silent dread when he shoved him against that wall – No, it's not that. He could try to explain himself, ask them for a second chance, he wants to , but no, the farther he's from them the safer they'll be…
how could he have been so selfisckling his toes. He staggers a little when he starts walking aimlessly. He is in a small forest clearing surrounded by birches, elms, oaks and willows, the cold and grayish of the closer environment contrasting with the warm pastel colors of the cottony clouds in the sky above him and with the colossal white moon lighting the day.

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The temperature has dropped, the shower has got worse and fuses in a chaotic chord with the leafy green roof, Dean is not sure for how long he's been walking, but he must have gone deep into the thick woods because all he can see now is an endless tangle of trees and the narrow path that snakes slightly upwards, the path . He takes a wrong step, slides on the damp ground and I reflexively Nearest Takes hold of the branch, But It Gives Way and sending Dean breaks down a couple meters rolling, I Had not Realized Was So the steep terrain, now part of His jeans and T Are as historical His muddy bare feet as I stand up, I always

does, and for the first time I notices the lightnings sparking in the distance, seeping in-through the stems and the foliage, too many to count Them, Hundreds, Thousands, yet I Heard Any hasn't Thunders, only That annoying buzz of static That Seems to come close, I Feels So
dizzy. He Keeps walking, looks around and There Are No More Than ragged trunks all over, and he's wading knee height uphill Against a tide of dead leaves That rot and decompose in front of historical eyes, the rain has become a torrential downpour and no part of his anatomy remains immune to its onslaught. The path, he has to follow the path

, the thought is insistent, urges him, forces him to continue. His breathing is uneven, agitated, the stabs in his head are worsening and a coppery smell reaches his nostrils while his trying to go forward, it's unbearable, familiar, and the hum is raising octave after octave and Dean can't do more than cover his ears as hard as he can in a despaired attempt to save his drums. He sighs relieved as the cacophony slowly fades into a far echo, leaving behind only the tireless tapping of the rain and a sight that has his eyes suddenly widening in flat awe, a cadaverous, grim, well known frame in front of him, on either flank,ellip;

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"Dean."

" I'll hold him off! I'll hold them all off! "..." What is so worth saving? "..." Just so you UNDERSTAND why I can not help "..."
For What It's Worth, I Would

Not Give Anything To Have you do this

"..." I was getting too close to the Humans in my charge. You "..." I have questions, I Have Doubts, I Do not Know What is What is right and wrong anymore "..." Should You show me some respect "..." I'm

The Impala roars to STI liking, the sky is clear, the weather is mild, and the long road in front of welcomely opens Them. His life is going as well as it Can Be, But, Even so, Dean Feels a hint of unease in His chest and I just Does not Understand why.

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Optical Migraine Condition_symptoms The Shining

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antiseptic smells, hear the beep and hum of the monitors and opens your eyes to see gray and white clinicians and a woman smiling, hello Keith. Blink is an effort, and he closes his eyes and goes back to sleep. not recognize his name sounds strange when they call it. When you are alert enough, how did I get there and one of the nurses said that a tree crushed her truck three weeks ago, breaking their necks and leaving it so badly that they thought never wake up. It is one of the lucky ones, survived &; Oacute; to a storm that wiped out a third of the state and killed more than three hundred people. Is in one piece, except for his memory is blank. All I had with him when they brought him was his wallet, the nurse trina is not a good thing to have your insurance card in it? There was no emergency contact and no details of any family in your insurance policy. give him your wallet and your clothes when discharged himself against medical advice two days later. Walk the two miles to the towing and repairsAuto ation Bob and while squinting to see the notice thinks that perhaps should look familiar. They show your truck, but the metal plate crushed and South Dakota do not turn your memory at all. she walks away and is standing at the roadside, looking in the direction it came, wondering what to do. Feels out of place here and has the feeling that this is supposed to elsewhere. Start walking away from the village, taking the route one to ninety-one south. Are out of shape and did not yield much, but speeds up the pace because it has that feeling in your stomach that will en the right direction. A couple of miles out of town a car stops and greets the driver. He wrinkles his face, confused, tells the guy that's not his name, his name is Keith. The guy asks where it goes and tells Keith, Arizona because it has that feeling that something important there. And the man gets out and is looking as if he knew Keith and his eyes have this strange mixture of wisdom and joy.


"You - you know me?" Keith asks doubtfully. "It's looking as if he knew me. It's just that I had one to

Samaire Armstrong Fakes The Shining

This is a translation of fiction Shine of zatnikatel


Under no circumstances read this before reading the first part chapter.

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19. Under an atomic sky (Insnte which are the last things that smell. You can feel his heart beating erratically in his chest, the countdown of his life passing by. He is tired and wants to escape.

back light and the sun slowly released into the blue sky, heating. Castiel hangs his head and lies a few feet away, motionless, in front of his body smeared with crimson, his hand outstretched and eyes looking at Michael, dreamy, glazed, unseeing eyes, deception osamente peaceful because Michael knows where he is Castiel.

Michael turns on its front, containing a ganiyou, and contact them body hums and bubbles.

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Something inside Michael breaks and flows out of Ely gasps at the beauty of light shines as a beacon where he ends and his brother started. It's hypnotic, it fascinates and calms. "Please," she whispers. Michael

let it go.

Dean wakes up in the midst of the groans of a dream on fire and lets out his pain weakly. And someone is holding up close, rocking him, covering his face with gentle fingers, singing a stream of comfort, DeanDeanDean and is so familiar.

suddenly opens his eyes, looking vaguely into the blue, frowns. "Cas?" Says among his breath. And then freezes in panic, because they feel empty inside, feeling that familiar space there, recalls how the power beamed as he left.

He shrugs. "Who are you?" Says drowned. "Are he ?"

The other man shook his head. "Dean," he murmurs, his eyes are blue, but as sonríea Dean &eguido course and in your heart you know that means it was completed.

It takes some time out from beneath the splintered branches and foliage and is spitting earth, moss and dead leaves as I do and have to wait, sit and catch his breath. His clothes are soaked and your cap is lost somewhere beneath the oak. He turns, stops, looks at his camióny is split, a pile of twisted metal and broken. Looks like a can crushed beneath the tree trunk lying on the bottom, flat tires on the ground. Bobby

spits. "Shit," he says regretfully. & Quot; Whatever. A small price to pay. "The truck becomes a blur. Double vision

, think and suddenly realizes that his head is so crazy, you feel nauseous. Lift a finger, it moves slowly to the right, left, have to close my eyes and lay his head on his hand while his brain in his head wobbles. "Wow."

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The wind is whispering through the trees and can hear the birds singing. The world is still here in peace. They did so, he thinks. "They did it," croaks loudly. "Son of a bitch. They succeeded. "She sits and assimilationthe, feel the fun, despite the fact his concusióny you want to drop.

"You all right, Bobby?"

Bobby smiles, turns his head, shrinking of discomfort while doing so. "We did it. Damn, what - "He stood up abruptly, swallowing with difficulty. "Tell me ... he's alive."

Castiel looks at Bobby and his hair is chaotic, your face is pale, his eyes shadowed metallic gray. Dean has cradled in his arms as easily as if he were carrying a Ni & ntiXC "Bobby."

He stood, ignoring the pain that goes up the leg, ripping the air angrily. "How the hell we get out of here without wheels and loaded with these two? It is a three-mile walk to the main road and they can not walk. "

" Bobby. Sam did not succeed - "

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" Shut the fuck up, "Bobby cut it bitterly. "I want you to hear that shit. It's your usual bunch of fucking lies. "He feels that begins to tremble, feel your face gets red. "Obviously you have your mojo back,"Dean now needs you. "

Dean wakes up in one piece and healthy and do not remember how she got here or what the date is or even what day of the week. It feels empty because part of it is gone. He feels trapped in his skin, feels earthbound

.

speaks not true. While listening, listening to the muffled sounds in the distance. You can hear the ringing noise of conversation as Bobby sits in circle with Castiel, pouring his corazóny

wondering what the hell happened? Again and again, listen to Castiel does not really tell youknow, I was distracted, again and again, until it gives up and tells Bobby what he did.

And Bobby sees Dean lifted his hand and put the angel on his shoulder for a minute, before stretching and touching his cheek. "Well done, son," says the old rock voice.

Castiel and Dean nods hesitantly asked if Bobby will tell you the same thing when he finds out what he did. Shout

to be in a daze sueñoy intermediate state between waking each morning and Castiel is always there, holding his hand. And leans from his chair and said. "Vuelve to sleep, Dean "and poses the tips of his fingers on his forehead.

The first day that Dean wakes up properly roams the room with her bare feet and in his shorts, Sam placing things in the other bed, placing his giant steps in a corner , keeping your bag in the closet. Keeps things tidy for his brother Sam, the way in which Sam likes.

not eat unless you force him Bobby, do not take showers, sleep with clothes on. This vaguely aware that sucks, but now you have a task can not afford the distraction of food, showers, laundry, you can not divertsteps and felt a nudge on the shoulder, sometimes reaching to catch a glimpse, a shadow and goggles because Sammy must have slipped on that one time that he dipped his head in his hands and shuddered a feeling you do not understand,

pain, but what if all is well . And he knows, just knows that if you turn your head will be well again. But when you turn there's nobody there. Once the silence was broken by Sam talking right in your ear, Dean, God. Get a grip.

And it feels lighter, feels a flood of relief and joy and then realizes that it is Bobby, sullen tones DICI & aweak and your heart racing, his whole body ached with something you can name and can not feel his fingers digging into her thighs, burying his fingers

but slowly slipping. But Dean is not going to let go because Sam is not gone, it's right there and if Dean could only turn his head fast enough before his brother was hiding, it will catch and play will be over.

What the hell do you know old

think.

He'll be back. Is coming.

sits with Castiel Bobby him when he does not, strangely infantile in his new uniform shirt and jeans and Dean have no idea because it is still there, think you should have better things to do now that he has his mojo back. But anyway, those are the times that Dean feels his body become soft and pliable because it gives a strange peace, tranquility, waiting for the angel

have this kind of Zen calm, has always been and it's like to bleed Dean where his shoulders and legs together. He wondered indifferently if Castiel is doing what Obi-Wan.

"I will not say that everything will be fine, Dean, & quot; Castiel tells him gently, once and only once. "But you can talk to me. Can you tell me what happened. Can you tell me how you feel. You can blame me. Wait until you're ready and I'll be here when you are. "

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And Castiel is true to his word and wait and sometimes Dean knows that sits back and soaks up the warmth and some Sometimes he thinks that makes even lead to a kind of trance Castiel's shoulder, his eyes glued on the road forever.

But Castiel tells him anything because some rational part of your mind knows how it works, that if he tells Castiel c & orcute; mo happened

How? means accepting what happened, but nothing happened and means that will get used to it, it will continue with his life, he cared less and less as time passes. And it's shit grades, because

never happened. Sam simply stranded somewhere on the road at any minute, any damn minute

, the Impala will appear down the road, but the Impala parked behind the house

Bobby and Sam open the door and Dean will show his darker side bitchthymus breath and is unrecognizable, dented, broken, bruised and cut. He stops, takes a step atrásy is drenched in sweat, exhausted and panting with the effort, but it is made.

laughs, walks around and looks at Bobby's horrified face is pale and old, fat, wet tears crying and wringing her hands. "What?" Dean says, unrepentant. "Okay, Bobby, do not panic ..." lends his voice under control, leads back to a lower pitch, roll out a placating hand. "Okay," he said. "& Amforward. "Come on, Sam needs wheels. How will you get here without it? Is not gonna do it, see? She still here is what prevents him drive through the entrance, as I have been waiting for. Now she is gone. So problem solved. "Feel his face split into a smile. "It's going to be okay." Move your eyes to Castiel. "You understand Cas, right?" He says hopefully.

And Castiel also notes, holding the eye without blinking. Is waiting.

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Dean says to himself that he isabsorbs the wrath of Dean, only the fans even more, makes you want to explode into a violent rage even further if you know you are stronger. "Fuck that," yells right in the face of Castiel. "Why could not you just fucking let me go? I asked you to let me go "and now his throat is torn and the suffocating feeling inside is swelling in his chest in a way that hurts fiercely. I grunted again, bitterly. "I asked you to let me go."

The angel did not even flinch this time, he finds the hostility of froacute; No stops. Gasped and listens out as a low, broken cry, as their bones turn into mush and your knees give way. And Castiel takes a step closer, catches it, holds it and puts her head on his shoulder, wrapped his arms around Ely supports it, as they sink together onto the ground.

"Let go of my brother," Dean gasps and old worn shirt against your face is down and lets out a laugh out of breath from horrified disbelief. "You could not let go, but I let go of Sam, God." Castiel

And it is silencing, rocking and suddenly Dean s, Boy. "

Dean snorted, biting his lip. "I was not going to let Adam fall alone," she whispers. "Sam found out. He did not want me back down there. He jumped in my place, caught as he fell. Try to remove it, but he said he did while he was hanging so that Adam would not have to go. "Wield Angel T convulsively, feel the embrace of Castiel made tighter and tries to stay in a piece. "And let it go. I looked into his eyes and then drop my brother in hell. "

feel your voice wobbleueda still and look at the empty and down and shakes. And then when she comes to, Bobby and Castiel you're taking it to feel like an old man of ninety years in the local nursing home for terminal cases, you settle into the chair where he will spend the rest of gave , to be consumed and forgotten all her memories while your gray matter decays.

"How is the cage?" Castiel asks one night, halfway to a fifth of Jack, because we are leaving drink when it gets really bad and sometimes when it has liquor ingested enough pins and needles in your loss become numbcute, down only speak do with Lu. Or that is like the Tonight Show. Interviews. Larry King Live. But you know ... they're just -

talking. know each other. Sitting in the rocking chairs at the entrance, drinking a beer and swapping stories. Cas. Cas. "Swallowed hard. "Please. Cas. I let it go. Please tell me you do not. That is not - as Alaistair. "

But Castiel is not going to lie and move, is withdrawn from under Dean and rises. "It should take you to bed."

And Dean looks through the eyes entresealable. "You wish," he leers at her. "I will not give tambiéna that for you."

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Castiel disappears from the face of the earth after that and makes Dean feel restless, endless walks around the house, looking up as if to see the angel watching from a cloud.
And one morning, perhaps in the fourth week, Dean wakes up and discovers that he wants to live, because that's what Sam wanted to do and that the lack of Sam is not like being doused in hell, or as a nail in his testicles, or as a root canal. The dcartóny the guard on the top shelf of a cabinet of Bobby, because clothing does not fit, or Bobby. Castiel or, if the angel reappears.

There omens, Bobby tells darkly demonic activity everywhere. And this news is not good, there are cities ravaged by an epidemic disease that attacks the old and young and sometimes tambiéna the middle-aged, crazed and turned violent. And Dean thinks in four years from now

in the future showed that Zachariah and wondered if it really changed anything, but can not cares aboutI'm the most wanted of the sky. "

Dean ponders that. "So you still have a cut, that's what you're saying." He shakes his head in disbelief. "Jesus. Do we change a damn thing? Because I'm starting to wonder. "Goes to the angel a calculating look. "You lose your mojo? How soon? "Castiel

long and slowly exhale. "Not for some time," deviates. Then he is silent, but this drumming his fingers on his thigh, so Dean expected. "& Amp, iQuest, Why did you do? "question eventually. Dean feigns ignorance. "Do what?" He says blankly. "You know what." Castiel puts an exasperated expression. "I rip off your grace and you gave me," he continued hesitantly. "And remember how it was to be without grace, as he was ... broken and torn up inside, like an open wound that will not heal." Her expression softens then in a mixture of old cariñoy fascination. "I do not understand why you did that."

Dean snorts and there is a long time in which crosses his mind, the joy, the sense of peace, of being whole again for the first time, if he was supposed to be. And hot on his recall from alones be only in the moments after the door closed and the horror of that loneliness. Shrugs carelessly. "It was never really mine," concludes with clumsiness. Is the abbreviated version, knows and keeps his eyes on the road, clears his throat. "It was yours. It was what was supposed to go. "Castiel

decidedly skeptical eyebrows raised. "Perhat is, "Dean replied exasperated. Are approaching a stop sign and stop gently, look right, left, to the long and deserted road tape. Castiel

moves, settles, look forward to Dean. "Where are we going?"

Dean smiles. "South West," says reflectively. "Arizona. There is something I would like to see there. "For the money and the Jeep roars successfully. "And then we have work to do," he mutters.

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Shine, 19. Under an atomic sky CHTMLior of the circle of fire. Lucifer can not pass through, can not break from the outside if you think Michael and we will not leave until it is time. I have the Colts to open the door, you have the rings. "Pausing briefly, look where he is Dean. "Michael and Lucifer wear a monitor, I'll leave the circle and open the door and you say the magic words and use the rings to force Lucifer in the cage. And go back to hell Lucifer. Forever and ever, amen. "He nods. "What could go wrong? Especially with Bobby in the truck and redor of the seams of his jeans and looks ready to get out of your skin. His eyes are shimmering and bright. Ready, Sam understands and is almost in shock at the thought that finally here, that the time is now , the quiet sense of anticipation that gripped all of them after that he put one foot out of the truck is finished. "Okay," Dean said with a calm that belies his obvious stress. "Let us continue with this." Spends his look at the colt in the hands of Castiel. "You put it right there, Cas, when the time comes. And entonces you astray. No heroics ... "He falls silent, raises a hand and puts it over the shoulder of Castiel. "Look, Cas," he says softly. "Am I to understand?" "It's clear as crystal," Castiel replies obediently. "There will be no heroics." Swap. "Dean ..." "I know." Dean nods, her eyes are masked and distance. "I know, Cas. Just - be careful. " Then looking directly at Sam. & QUOT; You too, Sam, "he says and smiles. "Sammy ..." exhale gently. "I'm serious. Nothing to be a hero. I have to bring it here so we can use the rings, but he also must believe he can win. Will fight to death and that is its advantage. I do not ... I'll hold my fist in it and that makes it more difficult for me. But you stay in the circle, no matter what happens, no matter what he does or says ... no matter what I do or say. "His unwavering focus is on Sam's face. "And then ... & quot; doubles your lips up on his family and send twisted smile to eat shit. "There is one point three million dollars in low-value tickets in boxes in Bobby's house. Might be needed if this is going to ass against the stake. No credit will be no post-apocalypse. But spend it wisely, huh, none of that emo trash yours. " Sam left hanging his lips for a second, taken by surprise despite its own growing anxiety. "Wait a minute," Where - " " The recipient of Zachariah had a couple of accounts to obscure orpared by his brother even when he wants to run screaming away from him terrified because now understood that what was really thought it was stress, stored energy, because Dean is eager for this, so thirsty , longs. Dean and not even really looking at Sam, is looking through it, and turned slowly, his hands on his hips. While doing so, Sam can feel Castiel, stumbling against him, may feel the other man's thin frame shaking like a leaf while whispering, Michael, and Sam looks to see what's in itcies trance, her eyes shining eagerly, and his beatific face while watching, before Sam directed his gaze back to Dean, no, Michael , thus correcting it, ready, ready for the assault. "Lucifer," Michael says wearily. "You come to end it all? It will not happen. " Lucifer raises an eyebrow. "Your've seen what happens, Michael." Dice reasonable. "It is default. Is inevitable. I win. In fact ... "I sonríea Sam. "We won, Sam. You and I together, because I'll be wearing my best suit forvictory dance. "rose of the monument of granite, gives a few steps forward, shakes his head sympathetically. "The here and now do not matter, Michael. Not change the future. But you can be part of it. My offer is still there ... all you have to do is pick me. " There is a long moment of silence in which Michael appears to ponder the words of Lucifer. "You're wrong, Lucifer," then whispers, and the pace is mesmerizing, almost hypnotic. "Only the present really matters. Because the past can not be changed and the future is unknown. "And then his voice comessharp and decisive. "The I choose them. They have more potential. " The wind rises suddenly, there is a flurry of raindrops and Sam realizes roaring thunder ominously over their heads, you see the lightning illuminating his peripheral vision ; rich. And while watching the silhouette of Dean seems to blink, it becomes less substantial in front of their eyes and as if his brother was no longer sound, as if there was meat, it's like a promise, threat The spirit of the approaching storm. Dean vanishes at the same time that makes Lucifer and time ceases to creep into c marginallI, slow motion and begins to run at a breakneck pace, out of control. All I hear is noise Sam, the wind howling sadly, thunder clapping dangerously. The rain and hail stoning her cheeks as dark and undulates and shakes the earth beneath him. You can not help looking up again, it shrinks when you see a split second glimpse of the grim black disk of the moon covering the sun, now outlined by the bright glow of the solar corona and scalded her eyes sparkle before Castiel force him to lower his head. "It's happening," Castiel redundantly shouting above the din, just in cara of Sam and his eyes look huge and terrified. "Do not look. We must be prepared. Caerása crouch or through the flames. " And Sam nods, spits a mouthful of sharp pellets of ice, extending their hands to regain balance when Castiel crashes grabs Ely clothes of another man fall to the floor. The ground vibrates and shakes so violently that bounces like peas on a drum and around the stones move up and down in a macabre dance. Michael has been watching the sun since I woke up, watching as the small notch in the c & amp; iacute; circle became a significant piece, the sky became darker and the light sombríoy fell, retreating to spread a gray bronze on the day. With less than fifteen minutes when you delete all the hallmarks of the ribs of Sam and the sky is dark indigo then. not feel the storm buffeting around them, do not feel the force of hail and not hear the roll of thunder. It stands between the dark and amorphous clouds and looks down to see a sickly yellow twilight below. Further rises, where the sun is now a fiery crescent on the borders ofiacute;, his sword gleaming in silver and Michael does not hesitate, sinks, hand out a barrage of blows with his brother spiraling, stained with blood and soaked with sweat, before Lucifer back like a bullet to the area and turn to him with burning eyes and angry. "That was tough, Michael," chatters. "And I punish rudeness wherever you find it." "Killing our brother was rude," hisses Michael. "It really bothered me." onslaught of new collision force, shear, cut, size and the butcher Alaistairbe taught to be. And flying sparks and flashes of grace in their trauma injury while dancing the same dance as before, charging at each other, ducking and dodging, plunging and rising and Lucifer feint and dodge the endless volley of attacks by Michael hits and stake before Michael's on target, Lucifer falls to the ground. Endgame screams violently around them, a series of star-and heart-rending noises and the wind howling and the ground is still vibrating in turbulence. Sam squints beyond the flames, vaguely see the truck bouncing up and down on your tiresBobby dropped him and the earth opens up a yawning rift opening between them and the old. Castiel he is gesticulating wildly to the old, shouting to be heard above the din. Then Sam grabs, shakes it, raise your other hand and points. "Look! Sam, look! "


And there is his brother, Lucifer, too, in the center of a swirling vortex of torrential rain, lit by electricity that lights the sky and is n slowly moving in circles, before pouncing on a cascade of blows too r & aacute; rapids for Sam's eyes follow them. The elucidated through the darkness illuminated by lightning and notched and strobe light three simultaneous explosions at three separate points to twenty feet away. The trees creak, shudder and released from its moorings, collapsing on the ground, its roots in the air releasing a shower of soil clods and stones bomb.

huddle, their heads covered, in front of hurricane-force fury detonating around them and after the rain stops waste, Castiel stands to his feet. "Go back to the truck, screams address securcute, na Bobby, waving his arms wildly. Sam land is being removed from the eyes, sees Bobby gesturing frantically for an answer and then begins to approach the fight while trying to navigate around the cracks. "What the fuck are you doing?" Brama Sam and you may feel like stripping your throat as you do, think your voice could have cut pulls his larynx with his strength. Both Ely Castiel are now waving their arms and sees Sam Michael look over his shoulder in the direction they are pointing. Raises a hand and low, almost casually and a deafening screechdecedor plays as a tree uprooted and fell on the ground, hiding the old view. Sam yells in vain and these cries are released and weakly collapsing in the wind, away from the ether. Castiel turns, his face pale and wet hair is removed from his eyes. "I do not think I have beaten," he screams. "I think Michael was just keeping away. You must keep distance or Lucifer used him as bait against him. "
Sam nods, swallows his horror, turns back to the show and stick approach of his brother. The adrenaline is flooding your system, yourGone Wild and puts his sword parallel to the ground to block a vertical cut of Michael, immediately becomes the position in a horizontal slash. Michael moved his gun to the left, dodging the blow to confidence, to strike again brandished aggressively diagonal. The Edge describes a pure and sparkling cut through the thigh of Lucifer and the devil howling in rage.
Castiel is pulling Sam's sleeve, leans. "He's herding. It is almost time. " is almost as if the fighters they had heard, because up a league and Sam feels his jaw slackens when convioerte in a frenzy and dammit if it is incredible, but also himself fall to the ground and grabs Castiel, what about a jalóny yells in his ear. "This looks serious, Cas, it seems that Dean really wants to kill him."

Metal against metal creaks and sparkles in the light cast by the circle of flames, while Michael breaks down, out his hand to regain balance, sweep forward and upward to hit barely controlled tip toward the neck of Lucifer. Lucifer while dodging the saber arch, moves to the left and fires his own coup and it's time for Michael to feel the sword. Then they both return to the loadseparate and rise to violence.
Their swords are still flashing and Michael yells when Lucifer stabbed once, twice, three times and see the blood pouring from his shoulder in a scarlet bubble before it starts to ooze slowly. Launched in response, lunges, makes his sword to reach its destination again and curses Lucifer in an ancient language.



"pay for that."

Michael grits his teeth. "Less talk," he mocks. "More fighting."

attacks again, falls under the guard of Lucifer, avoiding his sword, he knows the satisfaction & oacute, no contact and see the blood stream while leaving an irregular cut through the hip of his brother. Then for a moment look up, see the last rays of light spreading in intense flashes of white light until only one beam, the diamond ring effect announcing the total.

The urgency buzz at home and the beating of his heart. 's almost time, think.

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The duel is taking its toll, both Michael and Lucifer down the pace in a visible and now there is no finesse, just wear and brute force. Separate and walk in a circle again, cautiousios feet off the ground and sending it back onto his back.

Lucifer gets up and lunges while still on his knees, his sword down hard and fast. Sam screams in horror and choked him when he joined Michael hurriedly leaving the ass and delivering a crisp backhand to the face of Lucifer. Lethargically fighting, grunting with the effort, throwing punches, punches finding their target with impacts that destroy bones until they are out of the way Lucifer.

Michael strives to stand up, swinging his sword hanging limp as Lucifer also raised. Sam looks to have pausedto take measure of the other and while doing the wind down to a sinister and far cry. Michael runs his hand over his lips to cleanse the blood. Look for Lucifer, but his words are for Sam and Castiel.

"Time," announces icily.

Lucifer comic with contempt. "You're not my boss, Michael." move

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And stumbling to meet again.

Castiel no doubt, say nothing, jumps to his feet and like a dart swiftly through the flames, ran to the tomb and forcing the colt instead. Take a step back, looking over Sam hohe cuts it, grimly exultant. Let the sword fall to the ground, take a step toward him, opens his hands with palms facing forward and his voice softens. "But do not be alone."

And his eyes spontaneously go to the place where Castiel is crouched, watching in dismay.

Now Sam is going through the flames, rings on his hand so hot that just grab them and moves closer, it sends back his hand and throws the devil.

Listen to the words of his brother, but do not really pay attention, pand puts a hand on the shoulder of Castiel, the press, remove the sword and Sam can hear your awful fast forward while leaving the wound.

legs collapse as Castiel Dean clings to your body and Dean lets out a strangled gasp of anguish before staggering back a few steps before falling unstable knees, sliding the other man of his arms, limp and lifeless. Lucifer gets a foot below Castiel, turn him onto his side, gloating with Dean. "I still want to keep company, brother?" He laughs mischievously and is now carreteando, pulling his feet back against their will while black smoke began his twisted way out the door, releasing demons around its creator claims it as his prison. He bends, picks up the arm to drag him Dean.

Sam laughs harshly and smack Lucifer's eyes to find hers. "No he did not," spits between his rage by burning. "But I do."

And Sam is thrown, with his whole body thrusting, hitting both Lucifer and flying over the cliff. Sam is suspended by afraction of a second over the abyss until his fall is broken by catching his hand and hits the brick interior walls of the tomb, his legs dangling without force and Lucifer held precariously on your belt.

Sam weight stays there in space and twist your neck, Lucifer looks beyond the fiery glow reminiscent of earlier. The fallout extends as far as you can see and can smell the sickly stench of death and burning flesh emanating from its depths, feel the heat in her cheeks.

She looks to where the hand of his brother is holding firm and their own fingers sand are buried in the doll so fiercely that Dean can not feel your fingertips. Leverage is also known to be negligible and temporary. You can feel the tendons and muscles in his shoulder stretching, hear the bones crack and imagine him going off the joint. Dig desperately against the wall with his toes, trying to find a crack, a foothold. Blinks by sweat and burning in his eyes, looking through the hair plastered to his forehead to the face stunned watching Dean.

Sam licks his lips to moisten them so they can speak beyond their terroristar go. "

Sam shakes his head. "Listen, Dean ... I know that Adam did not want to fall down there." You can see that his brother is crying and have to squint to see through the blur of his own eyes. "I do not want you back there," he says. "And you have to worry about Adam ... Adam is not going to go. I'll say yes now and have to let me go. "Smile. "You promised me."

And Dean is shaking his head vehemently. "No. No Sammy, no ... "He closes his orC

"I am not innocent, Dean, Adam, but it is," Sam whispers. "We can release it. That's right ... and my free will, it is not anything to do with that shit on the destination. "Then looks away, down at the raging fury glowing in his eyes sunken half-brother. "I still want, I can have," he says and smiles, no joy. "What better revenge on us kick your ass, the answer is yes."

Almost instantly, Sam can feel it burning in him, something old and black and skeletal claws curling alround him, reaching his soul and holding her, stroking her gently, making it cold, hard ice in its interior. Fight against it, panting victorious, struggle for a moment.

looks up again. "I love you, Dean," he says. "You are my brother in every way that matters. And it was all real. Now finish this together. Let me go. Please. "

" But you will burn, "Dean gasps.

Sam sonríea

And through her tears. "Idiot," calms him gently. "The fall probablement

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Dean off, as simple as that , his head hanging and his body completely loose on Sam. And Sam scare caution, ignores the grip on his stomach, fear and hear the pain in your chestBecause it is confidence, this is your brother vulnerable and giving the care of Sam and may have been times when he thought Dean's faith in him volveríaa never really be what what was. About his brother and rest one hand on the short hair at the nape of Dean and his head caught under his chin, he clings. It is a moment of peace and quiet, finally, even if you can feel a buzz of something, to maybe run under the skin of Dean. It's hot, it's the same buzz that Cas goodbye, goodbye goosebumps and spreads through the arms of Sam.

Look at the other two men and Castiel's eyes are closingwalk, overshadowed by his own exhaustion. "What about the rings?" Sam whispers.

Bobby looks at him, looks at Castiel, turns his eyes when the other man's head begins to nod. "We can use," he says. "The cage is still down there. Rings can catch it again, do not ask me how, but that's what stood in your brother Gabriel - Michael ... "He grins. "Hell, I do not know. However, on his head. "Look at Sam for a minute. "The riddle, remember? He was talking about the rings of the riders. "

Sam flashes in response. "I do not - I do not understand," to say he stumbles through his dry throat crusher and perhaps a reminder that trust is not real at all and that perhaps the ground between é l Dean is not as level as you say their hopes, as he recalls as his brother Gabriel was sent from this plane of existence so that Sam did not know.

"Sam. Dean could not tell you what, "Castiel says, calmly, but emphatically, his eyes dull and half closed when he joined briefly. Suppresses a yawn as you read Sam's mind loud and clear. "It was strategicxtienden far as your eyes can see and turns when he hears footsteps on the slate dragged behind him. And there is his brother, entertained and smiling, wearing fucking pleased with himself. Dean has his eyes squinting in the hot sun and her cheeks are rosy with him, sweat glistening on his skin and his shirt stuck to her body in wet patches.

"I'm dreaming," Sam said sadly. "But why does the fantasy of The Martian Chronicles?"

"We're on Mars, you idiot," his brother replies. "Indeed," Creerías that this is the Bright Angel trail? "

" The Grand Canyon. "Sam can feel the sweat running down his back, takes off his jacket and shirt. "How is that I can think out loud if I'm dreaming?" Asks confused. "How is it that I can be hot and sweating in a dream?"

Dean throws a leer. "Really? Have you ever hard earned sweat while hugging hot, you're dreaming? " Sam looks at him with skepticism, because he heard his brother beg for foot; Says reflectively, raises a few smaller rocks, the review. "It's not supposed to have one later. I'm improvising on the fly. " Sam ponders that for a second. "You mean the rings," he says.

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"I refer to the rings."

"You never told me about the rings." Sam kept his voice level, not making accusations but the same twinge of bitterness he felt when Bobby I told him through the ribs again.

"Nope," replies Dean and is as neutral in response. "I never told you about lI ring. "

Sam's fingers contract and has to close his fists to stop their trembling while counting backwards from ten, but when he answers his brother, unsure of what he says. "He would say," he mutters. "I thought Adam until he said it was not. It was the right decision. "

Now Dean is settling in a small rock pile, methodically piling and seems totally absorbed. "Yes it was," he says, without hesitation, without a trace of censure or rebuke. "And as I said before, it was just strategy. & Qto keep you company, and Rufus and Bobby. "nods to himself perhaps, because it is not looking at Sam. "You may see the good in people means you will be able to have that normal life you always wanted."

Sam staggers back on his feet for a minute, because you can not adjust your mind completely the concept of a normal life, can not even remember having tried that and think you may no longer be an option for him. "I do not deviate, Dean," she says frankly. "I did not want that in a long time." He sees his brother as he continues to blow detail.It is who is supposed to be. "Smirks again, but this time is weak at best. "I'm full." His words fill

Sam terror with a kind of confused and feel a sudden burning eyes. "No, Dean," he says. "Please do not start that shit again destination. Because if this is who is supposed to be you, then what about me? "He spends a hand through his hair, frustrated beyond what is conceivable as he recalls the words of Lucifer in the dream , o. "I asked you end up with this for me," she says with despair. "Butand starts an apprehension as a flame but then abruptly gives way feels something in his chest, he realizes that this is sharper and sharper, he makes the air in a way that No blow ever could. Pants with it and you feel alone, and feel the pain of loss. "You're firing me," says drowned. "So I brought him here."

Dean crosses the short distance that separates them, sits down with grace. "I do not know what will happen, Sam," offered again, his expression impassive. "But I know that does not heal you because I think that youto say yes or because they want to. "His tone changes then resolved. "I healed because you need me. Team "Free Will, remember? Free will, because maybe I have this feeling that you never say yes. And I will not ask you to promise me you will not do ... "

is silent and Sam can almost hear the words that were said. "But I'm going to ask you to promise something else," she murmurs, "something that is not going to like it."

Dean's eyes softened again. "You have to promise me that you let me go, Sam, if that's what it takes. & Aagain? "Sam says drowned. "What if it had gone well? As if not to see the good in the next demon - "

" I

can let go and what you do, "Dean interrupts him and now his eyes blazing with anger toward Sam. "This is not like last time, Sam. You will not be you destrozándote inside because I made a deal for you, I'm not doing this for you, I do it for me. I started this, is my burden, not yours

. And if something happens, it's not your burden. There will be no guilt. You hear me? "Dean is agitated, his eyes huge and intense. "You will not losein pain and demon blood this time. You stay with Bobby and Cas, stay together. "You are breathing faster and stops, takes a few deep breaths to calm down. Sam takes advantage of the break, make your voice sound firm. "What about you?"

Dean's expression turns confused and cocks his head, taken out of focus. "What about me?"

"This also goes for you, Dean," Sam said. "You sold your soul

for me. Do you know ... God.

God.

"He realizes that he is swallowingbile, which even the memory, the thought of what his brother was to Sam wasted, I still feel like I could start screaming and never stop. Go to Dean

blush slightly and his eyes away for a few seconds. Sam closes his, pats the cheek for a moment, find something that resembles the control authorities to set his brother a look flat. "We will confront the devil," he says. "Anything could happen to any of us. That means you also have to be prepared to let me go. I also promise me. "

Dean blinks. "Ok," replies the slightute, and with a grin, reluctant to leave their icy eyes and a throbbing cheek muscle. "I swear, for the honor of my father," he says.

"What do you swear?" Sam says with determination.

"I swear by the honor of my father that I will let go if I have to do." Dean's voice is quiet, almost a whisper. "And no covenants."

consent is genuine, as far as Sam can say and know it's the best guarantee we can get. Satisfied nods, raises his legs and hugs, put his chin on his knees and goes into sight, in absolute silence and the magnificentsurroundings, in the many shades of red dust and rock that extend and rise up to where you can see. "We should return here after all this," he says, with a forced mind waiting sound convincing. "When all this is over, do the full tour, with travel by mule, white-water rafting. "What?"

Dean clears his throat near Ely its response is broken, with a shudder, because the tone of Sam did not work at all. "That would be fine."

A few minutes pass in silence and Sam sees his brother running a furtive glance in his direction. &hospital when the pain throbbed in his eyes as Sam decíaa you could never be as they were. "Angels nerd," Sam says softly. "They put you under the skin, I guess."

Dean smiles nervously, shrugs his shoulders and perhaps a bit defensive. "Sam You're my heart," he says. "But he is - do not know. My soul, I think. I guess the thing to hell ... I'm branded, it is marked. Just - you know. Make sure this right. "Then make your voice sound harsh. "They haveiono something. The world is too noisy and too bright. People are transparent, I can see in poplars, seeing things that really do not want to see, I see that maybe some of them do not deserve to be saved. And you and Bobby, look at me and I know we both are trying to accept it, but they can not, not really. "He frowns. "You two look at me as if I were not. I'm being pulled in all directions. So, whatever. I have -

doubts.

"

The idea star Sam suddenly and puts a hand on the shoulder of his brother. "God, Dean, sorry," he says softly. "We've been too busyrn. With the devil as his only companion.

Sam's eyes are opened at once, but it is completely still, because Dean is still and scattered over it. The movement of the tractor has stopped snoring and Bobby vibrate across the front of the cabin, go stones moonlight spread across the hill. Colt Cemetery.

Castiel Move your gaze to the other man's arm is extended along the top of the front seat, her cheek leaning on it while watching Dean sleep. Seems unaware that Sam is awake, and though his eyes still look exhausted their express is open and unprotected as it was to sleep when Dean asked Sam to take care of Cas, as open and unprotected as it always has been. And Sam's chest is compressed again when I understood that Castiel is the only one who still looks at Dean as he always did.

"I do not understand what have you and Dean, Cas, not really," Sam whispers in the gloom and Castiel's eyes found hers. "But I know you love him. So if something were to - " " I'll take care of it, "Castiel gently interrupts him. "I'll keep it safe. You have my word. DesAfter all, is what I was sent here to do. "

Sam smiles. "Although that's not why you do it. I think that was never the reason. "

" No, "concedes the other man. "That's not why I do it. And the truth I myself do not understand, Sam, if my connection with Michael, or ... something else. "He returned the smile and wistful, sad perhaps. "It's just - it is."

"Well. Whatever it is, he really never had a friend before you, "murmured Sam. Castiel is still looking, inflexible eyes. & Qusmell the coffee, hear the sound of wrapping paper from the front, the sound of the radio, the volume low. Carefully peel off his brother, throws up his jacket to cover his sprawling figure, silently wonder how much Sam has grown and remember the first day I saw him as the sole of his newborn brother fit in the palm of your four years.

Bobby takes a look grim, lift a bag. "We found a restaurant with electricity," he whispers. "But I guess you're not hungry." Baja sight. "As is the ..." pointing to his head. Dean raises his

est"You think so? For him there is only hell. Has lost part of himself. Does not seem right. "The old man taps his fingers on the steering wheel. "There is a natural state for him," he mutters. "He's not supposed to be this. And I've been asking for liquor. " Dean sighs through the wave of resignation. "Well, do not give anything." Turn your shoulders, stretch your arm out the door handle. "I have no time for this," he says briefly.

sinking line the bridge of the nose of Bobby he sinks deeper and visibly. "You are no longerDean, do not you? "She says softly. "Not really. He is gone. If he really was here once. "Study to Dean with a concise and critical eye. "I parked near the tomb," he says, suddenly sharp. "It just left us." Dean nods and leaves the truck.

Colt cemetery is so cold and lonely in the dark as he remembers but does not feel the cold in the air shakes and hugs as he walks to stand in front of the mausoleum where everything happened. Puts his eyes on the stone in which he threw Yellow Eyes, where he collapsedp; aacute; by the eclipse?

Dean looks up, the gray cloudy, biting his lip before dropping his eyes to Bobby. "It's time to leave," he says. Bobby looks up. "What what?" Refers confused and a flash alarm slides down his face, his eyebrows meeting in the middle and tuning up under the visor of his cap.

"It's time to leave," Dean repeated, stronger and firmer. "You and Castiel. Send them back to your home and if that does not work - "

" I'm not going anywhere, "announcedBobby's eyes. "And once this starts, I will use any means at my disposal to distract, to divert, to deceive, to stop him." Pausing to absorb what they are saying. "Any method ," he emphasizes. "And that means they could be injured or killed." Castiel intentionally clears his throat. "In fact, this is partially my fault," he says quietly. "Help to start all this when Sam let out a panic room. And as far as I'm concerned that makes it help stop my work. "Cruz; Iacute;, broken in the back full of bullet holes, blood spatter. "Remembrance takes your breath for a second and intention staggers briefly before continuing. "I do not understand why, because you were in the picture of the camp. You should have returned to Six Falls for some reason. Anyway, you caught there. Croats, I guess ... everything was reduced to pieces, looked like his special brand of madness. Though I suppose that could have been hell. " Bobby's response is weak, cracking slightly. "Dean, for -" "Anyway, anyway, and you were not in Chitaqua cOn the rest of us by then, "continued Dean. "But you if you were, Cas." Smile while your focus changes, even if your eyes are burning now and become blurred. "You never told him everything. Had fallen, and now ... you were drunk and stoned most of the time, fucking anything that moved and when I say jump, you asked how high. And I envíea a nest of demons to get my chance to kill the devil. "

His voice sounds strangely strong in peace and quiet of the cemetery and Castiel is staring at him, silent, solemn and absolutely still. CH

"

is a loaded statement, and Dean clutching his hands. "But you know where you're going to end," try again. "It could be a trip of no return this time."

There is a long pause while the other man just stares back, and it looked complicated, heavy. "Whatever," he says eventually. "I never let you before, I'm not going to stop now." His eyebrows raised slightly, and now is emphatic. "This is my choice, my free will."

uneasy Dean raises a hand, puts it on his head, frowning. "By godremarks. "But I have the balls well placed, you should know that. So I will keep. "

And hell, Dean thinks, before a situation like this would have sailed along the river of denial, would have coffee implements would have eaten the whole foot on the nearest restaurant menu, or maybe - no, definitely -

had gotten a few bottles, but nothing that would point now . So it opens up to the promise of companionship, support

.

At least none of them will die alone.a, tightens the jaw. "It's not stupid, it's strategy," he says dryly. "And it's necessary. And if you'd let me out of here as I wanted to not even be discussing. "Look at Bobby with eyes that know they have become cold and hard and does not hesitate for a moment. Bobby

up eyebrows. "What do you think of this plan?" He barks at Castiel. Castiel

tilts his head thoughtfully, as Dean observes. And Dean knows that Castiel is yours, that Castiel did not conflict with this in any way that Castiel will choose it every damn time.

"I think tiesounds determined, perhaps even hopeful. "It makes sense. Can work. "

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Chapter 19:

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What Causes Broken Capillaries On The Chest The Shining

sickly green tint, with dense clouds swirling from the east. The rain hits the windshield and when you look off the road, toward the open field, Bobby can barely see the tops of the trees dancing wildly. It says to himself that the weather is only getting worse, but the sense of foreboding he feels in his gut like a brick of lead. Castiel is still and quiet, so when Bobby tilts his eyes on it you can see that the younger man is looking at the empty, unblinking, hugging himself as much as the home. can use the distractions & amp; oacute n, so Bobby's used but the response is unpredictable. "Are you okay?" No replies. "Castiel. Cas. Hey. "
stretches his arm, patting the leg of another man, and shudders when Castiel screams, jumps like a scalded cat and imprisons the door, far from Bobby. Her face is white as he clears his throat. "My apologies," he says breathlessly. "I was startled."

"Are you okay?" Repeated Bobby. "Bone - Gabriel wrote you, right? Do all the broken parts? "Castiel

studied him for a moment before snorting a laugh empty. "All parties broken," she echoes. Although not an answer, Bobby thought that maybe it is. "Look. You know all this was just a fucking snafu Right, boy? "Venture seriously. "I was hoping that Dean appeared and scared. Were in the wrong place at the wrong time. "Castiel sinks back into the tapestry, recomposed. "That seems to be the story of my life casually granted. "But do not worry about Bobby. I've been through worse. More than you can conceive. "Bobby is co
Runco brow. "That's not very encouraging." Castiel

shrugs. "He's ... angry. Imagine trying to dominate Lucifer for us to use the rings, assuming we recover the fourth, or ... "To abruptly, raises his hand, points to the road, barely lit by the dim glow of lamps. "Beware,"

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The truck hit and rolls over something solid.

"- raccoon."
Bobby snorts. "There are many such. Or what? "

Castiel sighed resignedly. & quot; Or try to destroy Lucifer and start the end. My brother may have doubts, but that is still his first guíay may have no choice if you are on the defensive. Lucifer is not going away easily. "

Bobby change course. "If Lucifer is Adam, then there is Sam," he notes. "That's good, right? Means that it is weaker. It means we can bring Sam back, maybe. Get another ring, give Dean a better chance to lock back to Lucifer rather than having to kill him. "

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Castiel nods. "Dean gave Crowley a swimming; I think he was referring to the liquor. Got a little? "

" No, "Bobby says firmly. "I have." Aim for the windshield with your finger. "It's the climate," he suggests. "There comes a storm."
The other man snorts derisively. "That's an understatement if I ever heard one."
Bobby frowns. "I mean barometric pressure," supplements. "The pressure changes cause changes in oxygen levels. They say the blood vessels in your head expand or contract to compensate for that and boom, headache. And when the storm passes the pain disappears.Or something. And no, I can not believe I'm talking about the damn weather at a time like this. "

remain silent and be less tense this time, but Castiel is rushing, speeding up the frenetic pace before you see Bobby in your peripheral vision, lowering his eyes as if just now realized what you are doing. Folds his hands and slipped surreptitiously into the space between her thighs.

"You have to stop thinking about that, son" reminds him gently. "You let it oozing and -"

"I'm not

son of anybody," Castiel cut it laconically. "Not in realad. "He shakes his head slowly, biting his lip, still looking down and is silent again. "I've been around for tens of thousands of years," mutters away, a few miles closer to town. "And it was infinite, without beginning or end, without limits or boundaries. But now I'm mortal. Y -

reduced. And I was not created for this. And I'm afraid not, I'm not driving. "

Bobby stops the truck by the side of the road, turns and looks at another man and is perhaps the first time I really looked, and behold off and shadowed eyes, pale skin, and the boy definitely could use a shaveRoom and healthy.

Lucifer is going full speed ahead of him on the defensive, denying any opportunity to attack, but Michael knows that his brother's primary objective is to escape, he also knows that if Lucifer can move to a position n dominant will. Now Lucifer is trying, hissing and waving, diving aggressively, trying to make go over and he is careful not to do so even while accelerating to reach it, because he is the attacker in this aerial combat His brother is the central point and no way of being flown in front and losing their tactical advantage.

A glacial cold this altura and exciting as the last time, but in a different way because now is not the novelty and joy of flying after so many years tied to the land. Now it's about tactics and prove himself. The geometry of persecution, physical energy-rate manage their weight and limit the disadvantages of drag and gravity so you can keep your own strength is wildly acrobatic maneuver to position themselves in a better angle to his brother. And under the basics of aerodynamics and the basis of combat strategies, is the hunger for blood and intention shadow & iacute, a, silent, fueled by grief and anger at the sight of his fallen brother, who chose a side and died for it. Michael

back through the icy darkness while Lucifer is cast in a different direction, then he turns in a sharp turn and shot down, a pure pursuit curve that puts current collision with his brother. Their flight paths converge and enviste Lucifer, throws it off course and ends up turning himself wildly, his efforts to regain the offensive. Lucifer

breaks on him from nowhere and is laughing. "You caught me off guardand Lucifer strikes and does a nosedive. Michael stops in the sky for a second of unmitigated horror,

brother Lucifer

and then hits him from behind, it does go into a spin with the impact. You can see his brother above him as he falls to earth and knows that losing height is fatal, known to be higher to have the advantage and reorganized and Lucifer rising while shooting at him. And now it comes down to who can spin faster without losing speed, who can make the turn tighter, who can stay inside the other.

Michael breaks to the left, across the path of his brotherute, muscles, knuckles finding your destination, are collapsing and cracking bones are grunts of pain and effort with each stroke, the precise application of near-lethal force.

And Lucifer grabbing Michael's face in his hands and his brother looks bright eyes and teeth that glitter with blood in a smile of delight. "You're not closing this Michael," he mocks. "You're holding your fists. Love me and know I love you brother. Mo ... you can not kill me, because they want to. Now watch me take this world to the devastation, because either way I win. "

Bows, slash ligerseal his eyes cautiously, an inch at a time, afraid of what you might see. Swallow while watching an unmarked skin and healthy, a straight nose, even the shadows under his eyes disappeared.

bending over the bathroom mirror, examining her front teeth, holding his pearly white perfection between your thumb and forefinger to see if they shake when the door suddenly opens. Straightens find yourself looking at Bobby and Castiel, while attempting to close the door together against horizontal rain bursts into the room.

He turns and starts walking, shouting to be heard above the dull roar of the climate.. I remembered when it mattered most. Thank you. "

The other man nods slightly significantly. "You did good, Sam."

a step atrásy Bobby's eyes are red from the emotion and the lines around his eyes are carved deeply with stress. "Sorry, son," she says softly. "It's Adam."

Sam passed a hand through his hair. "Did you see?"

Bobby grimaces. "Of course I came."

"God, I'm sorry Bobby," Sam stammered. "He &LXC

Sam focuses on a man and then another. "What is it distracting?" Question and sees a flash of absolute horror drain the little color in Castiel's face, making her pale even more evident. "Why Dean is there to where Dean was?" Sam is. "Your home? I remember being approached after Meg got me there, I remember saying - "

" Please tell me now Meg is not part of Team Free Will, "Castiel says wearily . "It's bad enough having to Crowley in the list." Plant the buttocks on the bed next to Bobby and holds Raisehis hand waiting for the bottle.

Bobby snorts, raises a hand to grab Castiel by the neck, shake it slightly. "Do not even think, boy, you're in the car .*" Cap the bottle, puts it back into the bag. Castiel

frowns, confused. "I do not see any car anywhere."

Bobby turns his eyes, turns his attention to Sam. "Dean said he gave you the ring of the rider," he continued curtly. "He took with him when he left?" Sam

think beyond their discomfort. & Amp; quot; never asked me ... "rolls his pocket, found wedged in the far corner, full of lint. "I have it yet, but what the hell is going Bobby?"

Bobby takes the ring of tin, ignores the question stands. "Come on, we must find shelter before the place is flat. It's a miracle that still has electricity. "As the words left his mouth the lights flicker and die. "We're cursed." Sam listens to the old poke and turn on your flashlight. "Come," commands.

is already walking toward the door,incessant lightning and black funnels wild waving on his way across the horizon, too many to count, strike quickly, moving his hips as exotic dancers and even through the closed windows is the moan of the wind strong and scary while poking up along the road full of debris.

"ends with a bang," Castiel says in the ear, from its place between Sam and Bobby. "It ends with my brothers."

When Sam looks bright eyes are eerily illuminated in the middle of the cab of the truck, part frightened, part frightened, part of something that could be exultion, so Sam asks if some small part of Castiel might still be preprogrammed to want this. His memory returns to complete his last conversation with his brother, the absolute conviction of Dean,

'll kill the dragon, Sam. Michael also wanted

, think and shudders. "Were there signs?" He yells at Bobby. "An earthquake in San Francisco? Or in Florida? A hurricane? "

The old seat and is gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled hands, trying to look ahead mhile the wipers fail miserably to remove the leaves and crystals of ice the size of golf balls. Yells something incoherent while making a turn to avoid a falling tree.

"And we believe also Croatoan," Castiel says, leaning back into Sam's ear. "In some large cities." The strange look in his eyes now no longer seems defeated, exhausted. "We believe it should be -"

Sam stops abruptly and turns away to look at him and his eyes are wide open, staring at something right next to them. When Sam turns to look, you can see wind arremolir above the roar of the tornado, three hulls slicing the air as clubs, the other leg hanging crushed and useless and your hair feels moved by something besides the wind when one member becomes frantic hair away of his skull. Jump back, hear the heavy sound of a gunshot mute the agony of the animal, he climbs into the back of camióny push the dead weight with his feet while Bobby pulls it falls away in road. Sam jumps back on the road, you can hear loud noises and gasping in shock and collapse in the dark. The wind howls with anger of Michael and wraps his fingers around & a jealousmp; eacute; l while climbing back to the cabin, Castiel recovering his opinion enough to pull the arm while fighting force. There is a short tug of war with Sam as the prize until it manages to put one knee on the seat and Castiel pulled him the rest of the road. They are moving back almost immediately, Bobby diverted so that a gust slams the passenger door and the truck bounces more than ever on the rough surface.

"How much longer?" Sam gasps as catch your breath and put a hand against the dashboard.

"I have no idea we are now in open fieldto, "Bobby replied with a shout. "Damn. Almost got. "Sam can feel the truck slowing down, struggling. "The land is flooded," Bobby chatters. "I was hoping to stay on the road longer." Sink the pedal, looking ahead, alert, slowing just enough to avoid another fallen tree. "There is. Thank God. "Viran sharply, skidding to a stop and suddenly is calmer, the wind slapping the truck is not so hard, no hail raked the roof and can look ahead. S

am swallows hard. "Do you think there was a tornado warning?" Bobby

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nodding toward the clock on the dashboard. "I doubt it," replies so tight. "It's quarter past four. Most people are still in bed. "He still has grabbed the steering wheel, the bones of his knuckles tense and there is a moment of quiet punctuated only by her breathing and the urgent climate stifled groan before Bobby turned on the radio, turn the dial in between static sparkling, deranged
weather are hitting most of tor ...e;, "he says weakly. "Gabriel picked a side. Lucifer killed him. Venting in humans like me is one thing, but an archangel Lucifer killed. That changes the picture. After all there's a pecking order. "

Sam feels his jaw slack for a while now that you have the opportunity to give full importance it deserves. "Lucifer killed Gabriel. Fuck. "He shakes his head. "How did it happen? I will have to update it - "He stops when Bobby excitedly gesturing from the driver's seat, articulates something that looks like dumb

bad idea. Sam

deviates. "So, Meg ... uh. Lucifer left me pretty bad. Meg was there, I convinced her to help me. "He shrugs his shoulders at the grimace of Castiel. "She hates hell."

Look at Bobby. "Do you remember what you told Dean at home, when she was in me? What was like a prisióny did not want to go back there? "Change the direction of their gaze to Castiel, still slumped in his face in his hands. "And I remembered what you said about Carthage, Cas, use their insecurities. Crowleyis not the only demon who does not want the good times in this dimension are completed. "Pause, ponder that for a few seconds. "I bet many of them would not do if they knew that Lucifer game plan is to send them back to the hole." Castiel

sniffs. "Perhaps you are lucky enough and start a revolution," he says acidly. "I'm sure Lucifer encontraríaa halfway if -"

"They're using you as collateral," Dean cuts him off from the back seat and Sam can feel the whistle Announces aparicion. "What happened to your stamps?" Dean comes forward, causing Sam to one side, rests his hand on the chest of Castiel and loading a snap of air power.

The other man howls, contracts, frowns. "Again?"

Dean gives him a bump on the head in the back of the head, slumped back into the shadows, his face hidden. "If, again," he responds. "If he was looking for you'd be toast. Again. What happened to your stamps? Do you you broke a rib in your bar fight? You said you do not type habíagalways answer, it sounds tired, no energy. "Okay Sam. He just - it's good to give than it receives, even if it is a double. It's exhausting. "

Sam gets up and is outside the passenger door to the minute when Dean finished speaking, so fast you feel dizzy and paste the body of the truck when it is buffeted by The icy wind groaning under the arch of concrete. Open the door, piled up next to Dean in the back seat, began to assess the damage. "Where is he?" Question, while directing their eyes toward Bobby. "Does the kit?"

The old man nods. "In the bag under the seat."

"I escaped. For now. "Dean raises an arm, slowly, stiffly, as if it hurt to move it, put it on your eyes. "Castiel. Are you okay? "

" I will live, "replies Castiel and his mouth is a severe line. "Will you?"

Dean peeks from under his arm and his mouth curved wryly. "I am perfect, better than ever."

"I redid," said Castiel and his tone is rough and Sam sees his eyes are gray flint. "TLucifer in the dream, because Sam is not looking at Dean, is looking at Michael. "This is what is supposed to do," he says. "You ask me to go against my basic instincts. And perhaps ask too much. "

That numbs Sam to the bone and furiously blinking in the dim light, listening to her breathing accelerated and become rough, feels that begins to shake with the buzz of adrenaline, Pa nico, sickening fear, feel the sweat of your spine tingle, while Bobby growls a strangled sound and Castiel's look at all incongruous with a look of curiosity mixed with awe.

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"Quthe throat.

"Michael," chides him softly. "Enough."

is there is suspended between them and all have been poisoned by something and not know that Sam and the atmosphere is incendiary and vibrant, as if a wrong word could cause a disaster.

"Sorry," Dean murmured then. "I do not know why ... is - it's as if you were conditioned to do this. And it's hard not to. "He sighs slowly leans over Sam.

"Damn, Dean, there's blood everywhere," Sam chatters now that the time is overand his brother is back. "Look at your arms. Is not it supposed to sound alone? Is it because what I did Pestilence? "Separate torn parts of the bloody shirt of Dean, down when you see the diagonal slash, vicious and deep, ranging from the ribs of his brother to the opposite hip. "Why is this here?" Demand. "What's your mojo?"

Dean's hand away from him angrily. "Let Sam." He shakes his head at something on the seat beside him. "It's one of those."

Sam sees the silver flash, up look hacia Castiel.

"The Gabriel," confirms Castiel and wearily rubbed his jaw. "He thinks it is a nuclear lightsaber. One of the few things that can hurt an archangel. And yes, Lucifer is one. "

" Mine is bigger, "Dean said with the ghost of a smile, but this restless and his hands clutching his eyes wander Sam Bobby, Castiel despuésa and then finally back to stay on the old. "God, look into each other" snorts. "One would think that is the end of the world or something."

Sam frowns. "It is notDean's funny. "

" Come on, it's a little funny. "Dean gasps when Sam touched the wound that runs through his stomach, hand strikes again to zoom explorer. "Jesus, Sam. Be careful. "

" I think it needs stitches. "Sam looks at Castiel. "Will you get better by itself?" Castiel

shrugs with indifference. "Eventually. But he needs rest. The sword - must have cut deep. "Her eyes filled with meaning. "More significant than what we see."

Sam feels his brother beside him shudder., Leaning even more about Sam. "If you do not work, I have to stop it, Bobby," he says. "I will not have choice. And now I need sleep. And you need to start driving. "

" Start driving? "The old query weakly.

"the cemetery of Colt," Dean whispers, and when Sam looks at his brother's eyes are closing. "At the door of hell. That's where the bastard sent screaming back to the hole. O is where it ends. "

* Translation of an expression idiom & amp; aacute; policy: To be on the wagon, which means abstaining from alcohol.

Two more chapters to see how this ends.

A commentary makes every effort worthwhile.

Chapter 18: Free Will Team

Post Master

Samaire Armstrong Nuda A hint of concern

wrote this the night of December 31 and if 1 December thirty at night had nothing better to do than write a fic, and you can imagine my state of mind and emotional at the time, hence the result.

could be considered as a sort of sequel to The last rising of the dawn , but do not think it necessary to have read to understand this fic .

CHTMLdouble cheese with bacon and vaguely wondered also because his brother is with him. Dean then smiles when he recalls that Sam Ely last night ended in the middle of a bar fight when they shared a few beers together before finalizing the details to go in search of a nest of vampires, was beaten unforgettable a couple of drunken idiots.

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have Sam, Sammy, back to his side, the child who was the father and brother, the young man who went to hell, the man who saved the world and absolutely nothing compares the joy that it does to your corazóny although everything could be reducedThe first drop will begin to join many others and Dean reluctantly have to enter, put on his shoulders, then sits down, touches the back of the head, no blood, rises slowly in case your knees do not want to cooperate, to stand up when the black shirt of AC / DC already wearing wet and stuck to the top of his torso, the wet grass tickled between toes feet, staggering a bit when he starts to walk, is in a small clearing surrounded by beeches, elms, oaks and willows, cold and drab appearance of the environment in contrast to the warm colors of the little cakes purple clouds on a cream background with the giant Sunfar too many, hundreds, thousands and has not heard any thunder only flashing that annoying static that seems to come, look around and now there are only worn trunks and is wading uphill in a sea of leaves that reaches to the knee, rot and decompose before your eyes and the rain is torrential rain and no part of his anatomy which has not felt and the damn fog over which we have not n to be there you can not see beyond their own outstretched arm. The road has to follow the path, is a persistent thought, urge him, forced him to continue, his breathing is erratic and agitated, the stitches in itI was debited with passengers ... "..." I never had the chance "Ok ?"... "I will find God" ...

"Dean."

" I stay away, I will keep everyone away!" ... " What is so worth saving? "..." Now you understand why I can not help ... "I would give anything to not have to do this" ... "I was getting too close to humans my position, you "& hellip, "I have questions, I have doubts, I do not know is right and wrong" ... "You should show some respect" ... "I am an angel of the Lord" & hellip ;

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Castiel."

"Dean! Dean! ... old relief might come to frighten me. Almost you open the head of a coup and was unresponsive and seemed - agitated. We need to suture the wound in your arm will not be less than fifteen points and ... I managed not just to get you in the nest were many more ofwe thought ... okay, okay. "

The Impala's engine roars to your liking, the sky is clear, the weather is mild and the road opens before them, things in life is so good how can aspire, but even so, Dean feels a glimmer of uneasiness in the chest and does not understand why.

Yes, I have psychological problems and an unhealthy obsession with seeing Castiel suffer as I felt so bad with myself after writing this I decided to translate a long history happier, a &

Fl Gators Birthday Cake Byouki

Fandom: Invader Zim
Couples ZADR (x Dib Zim)
Rating: NR
Summary: Who said that getting sick is a bad thing?
Author's note: Today I was remembering Pets, my favorite fic IZ, and did this xD
Disclaimer: This Nickelodeon cartoon is a lucky guy who will call Vazquez xD

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For Zim reducíaa is a simple phrase: "Do not bother, is a rare disease." And sounding more absurd it worked very well for the alien. Dib pointed
If your skin color Zim adjudicated as a strange disease, so their fate on Earth is discovered & Overhaul