09x24 - Evolution - Part Five: Brink
Episode number: 09x24 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Evolution
Subtitle: Brink
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 2,224
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language
Dean and Sam approached the northern edge of the cemetery, and had they not known better, they would've thought the area was completely clear.
Sam ducked left, checking east, and Dean checked west. Not a shadow was out of place.
"Creepy," Dean whispered. "With a side of creepy."
"Nine o'clock," Sam whispered.
Dean turned and spotted the retreating party: small, fast, and ugly. It was probably an arachne. Dean nodded to Sam and went after it, closing the gap fairly quickly.
A second arachne appeared from behind a tall headstone, throwing itself into Dean, but Sam was already there, ready with an angel blade, and took off its head. Dean crashed to the ground with the headless corpse, and Sam continued after the first monster, which had set a strong counterattack. Dean rolled towards it and jabbed up with his own angel blade in time to catch the assailant. The younger Winchester slashed down and again, and the arachne shrieked as its head separated from its body.
"That wasn't too bad," Dean remarked as he tossed the body off and stood up. "Let's hope they all go that well."
"Better," Sam replied.
They continued on, keeping tabs on the general surroundings.
"Three o'clock," Sam whispered. "Eight o'clock. Six. Seven."
"One o'clock," Dean replied. "Eleven. Four. And Two."
"Not good," Sam said.
"See that up ahead?" Dean asked. There were two high headstones on either side of a general clearing. It was a strong defendable point, at least in comparison to the open areas between graves.
"Right, run," Sam said.
They barreled towards the mark as eight bodies rushed toward them. Then four more joined the attack. It happened too fast to see what was coming, but Dean and Sam went back-to-back, ready.
There was no need. None of them had any interest in either Winchester. A ferocious battle erupted around them. Demons collided with various monsters: a vampire, a shifter, a rugaru, and a kelpie. The wailing cries, the roaring, echoed through the hollowness of the graveyard and the town.
Dean pulled Sam forward, around the kelpie trampling its opponent demon. They needed to set up at the Devil's Gate before anyone figured out how to open it without a key.
Kull sent additional forces to the outlying area around the cemetery. The Devil's Gate was demon-proof until about seven years ago, when old yellow-eyes managed to rip through somehow.
"We need a strike to this area," he explained to his novice Leviathan. "The Gate has to be completely caved in, you understand? No holes of any kind."
"Yes, sir."
"Take everyone that you need. I mean that. Most of the troops can't kill a demon, and I don't want you to waste your time on that. Your mission is to destroy the Gate."
"Yes, sir."
His novice disappeared, taking a small squad of Leviathans along with him.
Kull didn't have much faith in the lot of them, but they could easily devastate a hodgepodge of demons without auxiliary forces. Once the Devil's Gate was destroyed, they could retreat -
A sharp pain shocked Kull. He sustained the first strike with confusion and the second with resignation. He should've known the cambion was so close, but he'd been too wrapped up in getting Therion to safety to notice. His head fell to the ground, and he looked up at Jesse Turner, armed with a very old sword.
"I know you're not dead," Jesse said. "But if you go to that battle today, I will kill you. Don't think I can't."
Kull couldn't respond until his head reattached, but no cambion had the power to kill him. Not without a banishing spell to Purgatory or a bone washed in the three bloods of the fallen. He wouldn't let some kid get away with this.
The cambion disappeared.
Dean and Sam had cut through the cemetery, which took much longer than they anticipated. Blood, chunks of flesh, bits of ash, and even sulfur coated their clothing. For all the time it took, neither Winchester fought very much. Demons and monsters converged on them, but then slaughtered each other, caking the ground with blood and filling the air with vicious screams.
They made it to the Gate. Bodies encircled it, piled almost like sandbags, like marking out a danger zone.
"Looks like Cas made good on his end," Dean said, climbing over the bodies.
"More than that," Sam added as he followed.
"Cas?" Dean said to the empty air.
"Cas?" Sam echoed.
Castiel materialized. "With you two here I won't be able to blast away attackers anymore."
"Bad news. You were right, Cas. This place is crawling with...everything," Dean said. "We've gotta assume more are on their way. Any chance the Heavenly asshats might be giving us a hand here?"
"They have sealed themselves," Castiel replied.
"Sorry, what?" Sam said. "What does that mean?"
"When Lucifer walks the earth, the cambion - " Castiel said.
"Jesse," Sam interrupted. "His name is Jesse."
"Yes, Jesse grows strong. Lucifer is weaker now, barely at the strength of an archangel, but in time, Jesse could destroy every angel."
"So Heaven locked up?" Dean asked. "What kind of sense does that make?"
"Jesse's power is over the Earth," Castiel replied. "Not Hell. Not Purgatory. Not Heaven. Every other angel has retreated to Heaven for safety. Even the cupids."
"So it's just you?" Dean asked.
"And Lucifer," Cas replied.
"So we're basically on our own," Dean muttered. "Like always."
Castiel reached out and took Dean's hand in his own.
"We've got incoming," Sam pointed out.
They circled up, backs together, as half dozen demons prowled the bodies that Castiel had blasted back.
The fight seemed endless. A wave of demons or monsters would rush the Gate. Another wave would intercept them, and the Winchesters would hack and slash at anything that got too close to them.
Sam remembered the last time they were here. Bobby Singer and Ellen Harvelle were with them. This was the last place he saw his father. This was where Dean finally killed Azazel. Sam didn't want to die, but if that was to happen today, this place was quite fitting.
Lucifer disappeared with a demonic guard to Rawlins, Wyoming. Paimon followed but then diverted his movement to Tallahassee, Florida.
Blaze was waiting for him, a brilliantly sly smile on her face. Two-dozen demons flanked her, and nearly fifty witches were lined up like soldiers.
"My Lord Paimon," she announced. "We are ready for you."
Paimon glared at those in her number, his eyes blackened with rage. "Today, Lucifer has gone to battle the cambion and Therion," he announced. "Today, he asked us to become the children of slaughter. To march to our deaths, for the sake of an ancient feud that no longer applies. Every demon here today has come to this world through Purgatory, bound to one of Eve's offspring. There is no other way. Yet we have led a war against another demon for lack of purity. A war that divides our power against the angels and the hunters. So today, we're saying no. Today, we're going back to what we do best: acquiring power. And we start that by leaving Lucifer to his devices. The most loyal of the demons will not listen, so they have taken his arm on this suicide mission. You have one order: you will go to the legions and tell them to stand down. They will not go to the cemetery. They will not engage the cambion or the Winchesters or Therion's forces."
Slowly, demons and witches departed on their new mission, leaving Paimon alone with Blaze.
"And now, my dear, we evolve."
Cas and Dean took down a kitsune, and soon swarms of Eer-moonan flooded the cemetery, their quilled heads bobbing up above the headstones. Sam pulled out a machete to work opposite the angel blade, so heavy were the troops.
Then something happened, like a fog rolling in. Dean and Cas didn't move, or they couldn't. Everything around him seemed stuck in the amber, and Sam felt the panic building pressure in his chest. It was like he could think and see and feel, but he couldn't get himself to move. Even his heart didn't seem to be beating. How was he still alive?
He spotted it soon enough. A trio of Leviathan chowed down on demons, their wide mouths revealing their vicious teeth. But they were like everyone else, trapped in the amber. Sam wondered if they could see him, too.
A light leapt up from the earth, like the fog clearing. Maybe the two figures had been there the whole time, or maybe they appeared in the amber at that moment. Sam wasn't sure; the details were deliberately fuzzy. But after a few moments - or whatever one could tally time with without a heartbeat - Sam saw that it was Jesse Turner and another man. Not just a man, though, a vessel - and Sam didn't have to guess who for.
"I knew you'd come," Lucifer said. "I knew you'd be here. Where else would you go after the tragic death of your parents?"
"You mean their murder," Jesse replied.
"Tragedy. That's what happens on this planet, Jesse. Human beings are flawed, painfully flawed. Eve exploited that by, well, grafting her own creations onto them. That's what most of these pitiful creatures are. But you? You are something else. You have the benefits of humanity with everything that belongs to us. To my children. Do you understand what that means? You're no orphan, Jesse. You've come home. So many people think I'm a demon, but you know better. I'm an angel, Jesse, and you are the child of my children. There is so much I can teach you."
"I want to ask you something," Jesse said calmly.
"Anything."
"Why haven't you asked for forgiveness?" Jesse asked.
"I don't follow."
"You were cast out from Heaven because you wouldn't follow a command - "
"Because I wouldn't bow to humanity," Lucifer corrected. "I saw humanity for what it was - broken - and wouldn't bow."
"Why haven't you asked for forgiveness?" Jesse asked.
Lucifer stared down at the boy that would be the most perfect weapon, but he didn't have an answer for him.
"You could, you know," Jesse continued. "You could apologize for disobedience."
"I wasn't wrong," Lucifer replied.
"That doesn't matter," Jesse said. "It's not about being right. Someone that loved you - that you loved in return - asked you to obey, and you didn't. You could still ask for forgiveness, but you don't. I want to know why."
Lucifer didn't answer. He couldn't answer.
"Is it because you're afraid you won't be forgiven?" Jesse asked. "Or because you don't want to be?"
"You wouldn't understand," Lucifer replied.
"For the Devil, you're a terrible liar," Jesse said. "Whatever your reasons, they embarrass you. All-powerful and dangerous but more broken than anyone else. That's why Gabriel spared you."
"What did you just say?" Lucifer said dangerously.
"Gabriel spared you today, I saw him. I couldn't understand why, after everything you've done. But now I do. You're pitiful. I wouldn't have you as my father, not when I've had a real father who was twice the person you'll ever be. These two humans, the Winchesters, they stand against your pit of despair and your fire and all your power with hope. And so do I."
Lucifer stopped. He was stuck in the amber with everyone else.
Sam Winchester. Sam heard in his head. It was a foreign voice. Not quite Jesse's, but very close.
'Yes?' he thought back.
I will move you as far as I can, but it might not be enough. Once your feet hit the ground, you'll need to run if you can. You understand?
Sam thought, 'As soon as we can move, we run. But, what about the Devil's Gate? We came here to defend it.'
It won't be here in a few seconds. Don't worry about it anymore. When you hit the ground, just run. And run. Okay?
'Jesse, you don't have to do this,' Sam thought. 'We can help you.'
Yes I do. This all happened because of me, because I made them all accelerate their plans. All I ask is that you be my witness. If anyone asks what happened here, please tell them.
'I will. But, Jesse - '
Thank you.
Sam, Dean, and Castiel landed hard on the pavement somewhere in Rawlins.
"What the hell just happened?" Dean said.
"I'll take us back - " Cas began.
"No, we need to run," Sam said.
"Run? From what exactly?" Dean asked.
The ground shifted, and wind howled over the sound of breaking rock. Dean raced back towards the cemetery to see what was happening.
"No, Dean!" Sam called, chasing after him. "We need to get away from the - "
They rounded the corner and saw the cemetery roaring with fire and lightning and wind.
"Holy crap," Dean said as waves of monsters and demons tried to escape.
Castiel grabbed them both and tried to teleport, but the explosion radiated out and threw them into the air. Dean crashed first, unconscious, and Sam collapsed not far from him. And just a few yards away from them, a furious inferno collapsed the Devil's Gate and obliterated demons, Leviathan, monsters, and Lucifer alike.
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Primary Post: 09x24 Evolution
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Evolution
Subtitle: Brink
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 2,224
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language
Dean and Sam approached the northern edge of the cemetery, and had they not known better, they would've thought the area was completely clear.
Sam ducked left, checking east, and Dean checked west. Not a shadow was out of place.
"Creepy," Dean whispered. "With a side of creepy."
"Nine o'clock," Sam whispered.
Dean turned and spotted the retreating party: small, fast, and ugly. It was probably an arachne. Dean nodded to Sam and went after it, closing the gap fairly quickly.
A second arachne appeared from behind a tall headstone, throwing itself into Dean, but Sam was already there, ready with an angel blade, and took off its head. Dean crashed to the ground with the headless corpse, and Sam continued after the first monster, which had set a strong counterattack. Dean rolled towards it and jabbed up with his own angel blade in time to catch the assailant. The younger Winchester slashed down and again, and the arachne shrieked as its head separated from its body.
"That wasn't too bad," Dean remarked as he tossed the body off and stood up. "Let's hope they all go that well."
"Better," Sam replied.
They continued on, keeping tabs on the general surroundings.
"Three o'clock," Sam whispered. "Eight o'clock. Six. Seven."
"One o'clock," Dean replied. "Eleven. Four. And Two."
"Not good," Sam said.
"See that up ahead?" Dean asked. There were two high headstones on either side of a general clearing. It was a strong defendable point, at least in comparison to the open areas between graves.
"Right, run," Sam said.
They barreled towards the mark as eight bodies rushed toward them. Then four more joined the attack. It happened too fast to see what was coming, but Dean and Sam went back-to-back, ready.
There was no need. None of them had any interest in either Winchester. A ferocious battle erupted around them. Demons collided with various monsters: a vampire, a shifter, a rugaru, and a kelpie. The wailing cries, the roaring, echoed through the hollowness of the graveyard and the town.
Dean pulled Sam forward, around the kelpie trampling its opponent demon. They needed to set up at the Devil's Gate before anyone figured out how to open it without a key.
Kull sent additional forces to the outlying area around the cemetery. The Devil's Gate was demon-proof until about seven years ago, when old yellow-eyes managed to rip through somehow.
"We need a strike to this area," he explained to his novice Leviathan. "The Gate has to be completely caved in, you understand? No holes of any kind."
"Yes, sir."
"Take everyone that you need. I mean that. Most of the troops can't kill a demon, and I don't want you to waste your time on that. Your mission is to destroy the Gate."
"Yes, sir."
His novice disappeared, taking a small squad of Leviathans along with him.
Kull didn't have much faith in the lot of them, but they could easily devastate a hodgepodge of demons without auxiliary forces. Once the Devil's Gate was destroyed, they could retreat -
A sharp pain shocked Kull. He sustained the first strike with confusion and the second with resignation. He should've known the cambion was so close, but he'd been too wrapped up in getting Therion to safety to notice. His head fell to the ground, and he looked up at Jesse Turner, armed with a very old sword.
"I know you're not dead," Jesse said. "But if you go to that battle today, I will kill you. Don't think I can't."
Kull couldn't respond until his head reattached, but no cambion had the power to kill him. Not without a banishing spell to Purgatory or a bone washed in the three bloods of the fallen. He wouldn't let some kid get away with this.
The cambion disappeared.
Dean and Sam had cut through the cemetery, which took much longer than they anticipated. Blood, chunks of flesh, bits of ash, and even sulfur coated their clothing. For all the time it took, neither Winchester fought very much. Demons and monsters converged on them, but then slaughtered each other, caking the ground with blood and filling the air with vicious screams.
They made it to the Gate. Bodies encircled it, piled almost like sandbags, like marking out a danger zone.
"Looks like Cas made good on his end," Dean said, climbing over the bodies.
"More than that," Sam added as he followed.
"Cas?" Dean said to the empty air.
"Cas?" Sam echoed.
Castiel materialized. "With you two here I won't be able to blast away attackers anymore."
"Bad news. You were right, Cas. This place is crawling with...everything," Dean said. "We've gotta assume more are on their way. Any chance the Heavenly asshats might be giving us a hand here?"
"They have sealed themselves," Castiel replied.
"Sorry, what?" Sam said. "What does that mean?"
"When Lucifer walks the earth, the cambion - " Castiel said.
"Jesse," Sam interrupted. "His name is Jesse."
"Yes, Jesse grows strong. Lucifer is weaker now, barely at the strength of an archangel, but in time, Jesse could destroy every angel."
"So Heaven locked up?" Dean asked. "What kind of sense does that make?"
"Jesse's power is over the Earth," Castiel replied. "Not Hell. Not Purgatory. Not Heaven. Every other angel has retreated to Heaven for safety. Even the cupids."
"So it's just you?" Dean asked.
"And Lucifer," Cas replied.
"So we're basically on our own," Dean muttered. "Like always."
Castiel reached out and took Dean's hand in his own.
"We've got incoming," Sam pointed out.
They circled up, backs together, as half dozen demons prowled the bodies that Castiel had blasted back.
The fight seemed endless. A wave of demons or monsters would rush the Gate. Another wave would intercept them, and the Winchesters would hack and slash at anything that got too close to them.
Sam remembered the last time they were here. Bobby Singer and Ellen Harvelle were with them. This was the last place he saw his father. This was where Dean finally killed Azazel. Sam didn't want to die, but if that was to happen today, this place was quite fitting.
Lucifer disappeared with a demonic guard to Rawlins, Wyoming. Paimon followed but then diverted his movement to Tallahassee, Florida.
Blaze was waiting for him, a brilliantly sly smile on her face. Two-dozen demons flanked her, and nearly fifty witches were lined up like soldiers.
"My Lord Paimon," she announced. "We are ready for you."
Paimon glared at those in her number, his eyes blackened with rage. "Today, Lucifer has gone to battle the cambion and Therion," he announced. "Today, he asked us to become the children of slaughter. To march to our deaths, for the sake of an ancient feud that no longer applies. Every demon here today has come to this world through Purgatory, bound to one of Eve's offspring. There is no other way. Yet we have led a war against another demon for lack of purity. A war that divides our power against the angels and the hunters. So today, we're saying no. Today, we're going back to what we do best: acquiring power. And we start that by leaving Lucifer to his devices. The most loyal of the demons will not listen, so they have taken his arm on this suicide mission. You have one order: you will go to the legions and tell them to stand down. They will not go to the cemetery. They will not engage the cambion or the Winchesters or Therion's forces."
Slowly, demons and witches departed on their new mission, leaving Paimon alone with Blaze.
"And now, my dear, we evolve."
Cas and Dean took down a kitsune, and soon swarms of Eer-moonan flooded the cemetery, their quilled heads bobbing up above the headstones. Sam pulled out a machete to work opposite the angel blade, so heavy were the troops.
Then something happened, like a fog rolling in. Dean and Cas didn't move, or they couldn't. Everything around him seemed stuck in the amber, and Sam felt the panic building pressure in his chest. It was like he could think and see and feel, but he couldn't get himself to move. Even his heart didn't seem to be beating. How was he still alive?
He spotted it soon enough. A trio of Leviathan chowed down on demons, their wide mouths revealing their vicious teeth. But they were like everyone else, trapped in the amber. Sam wondered if they could see him, too.
A light leapt up from the earth, like the fog clearing. Maybe the two figures had been there the whole time, or maybe they appeared in the amber at that moment. Sam wasn't sure; the details were deliberately fuzzy. But after a few moments - or whatever one could tally time with without a heartbeat - Sam saw that it was Jesse Turner and another man. Not just a man, though, a vessel - and Sam didn't have to guess who for.
"I knew you'd come," Lucifer said. "I knew you'd be here. Where else would you go after the tragic death of your parents?"
"You mean their murder," Jesse replied.
"Tragedy. That's what happens on this planet, Jesse. Human beings are flawed, painfully flawed. Eve exploited that by, well, grafting her own creations onto them. That's what most of these pitiful creatures are. But you? You are something else. You have the benefits of humanity with everything that belongs to us. To my children. Do you understand what that means? You're no orphan, Jesse. You've come home. So many people think I'm a demon, but you know better. I'm an angel, Jesse, and you are the child of my children. There is so much I can teach you."
"I want to ask you something," Jesse said calmly.
"Anything."
"Why haven't you asked for forgiveness?" Jesse asked.
"I don't follow."
"You were cast out from Heaven because you wouldn't follow a command - "
"Because I wouldn't bow to humanity," Lucifer corrected. "I saw humanity for what it was - broken - and wouldn't bow."
"Why haven't you asked for forgiveness?" Jesse asked.
Lucifer stared down at the boy that would be the most perfect weapon, but he didn't have an answer for him.
"You could, you know," Jesse continued. "You could apologize for disobedience."
"I wasn't wrong," Lucifer replied.
"That doesn't matter," Jesse said. "It's not about being right. Someone that loved you - that you loved in return - asked you to obey, and you didn't. You could still ask for forgiveness, but you don't. I want to know why."
Lucifer didn't answer. He couldn't answer.
"Is it because you're afraid you won't be forgiven?" Jesse asked. "Or because you don't want to be?"
"You wouldn't understand," Lucifer replied.
"For the Devil, you're a terrible liar," Jesse said. "Whatever your reasons, they embarrass you. All-powerful and dangerous but more broken than anyone else. That's why Gabriel spared you."
"What did you just say?" Lucifer said dangerously.
"Gabriel spared you today, I saw him. I couldn't understand why, after everything you've done. But now I do. You're pitiful. I wouldn't have you as my father, not when I've had a real father who was twice the person you'll ever be. These two humans, the Winchesters, they stand against your pit of despair and your fire and all your power with hope. And so do I."
Lucifer stopped. He was stuck in the amber with everyone else.
Sam Winchester. Sam heard in his head. It was a foreign voice. Not quite Jesse's, but very close.
'Yes?' he thought back.
I will move you as far as I can, but it might not be enough. Once your feet hit the ground, you'll need to run if you can. You understand?
Sam thought, 'As soon as we can move, we run. But, what about the Devil's Gate? We came here to defend it.'
It won't be here in a few seconds. Don't worry about it anymore. When you hit the ground, just run. And run. Okay?
'Jesse, you don't have to do this,' Sam thought. 'We can help you.'
Yes I do. This all happened because of me, because I made them all accelerate their plans. All I ask is that you be my witness. If anyone asks what happened here, please tell them.
'I will. But, Jesse - '
Thank you.
Sam, Dean, and Castiel landed hard on the pavement somewhere in Rawlins.
"What the hell just happened?" Dean said.
"I'll take us back - " Cas began.
"No, we need to run," Sam said.
"Run? From what exactly?" Dean asked.
The ground shifted, and wind howled over the sound of breaking rock. Dean raced back towards the cemetery to see what was happening.
"No, Dean!" Sam called, chasing after him. "We need to get away from the - "
They rounded the corner and saw the cemetery roaring with fire and lightning and wind.
"Holy crap," Dean said as waves of monsters and demons tried to escape.
Castiel grabbed them both and tried to teleport, but the explosion radiated out and threw them into the air. Dean crashed first, unconscious, and Sam collapsed not far from him. And just a few yards away from them, a furious inferno collapsed the Devil's Gate and obliterated demons, Leviathan, monsters, and Lucifer alike.
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