SPN: After Yes Was Said 1/1
SUMMARY: Dean says yes - to the real Michael, not the fake one Zechariah is pushing on him. What happens now? Written for the "mistaken identity" square on my hc_bingo card.
It was strange, but watching both his brothers suffering seemed to clear Dean's head. All of a sudden, he knew what was going on. All the shadows were clear and he knew how to stop it.
"Yes," he whispered, eyes wide with unfeigned shock.
Zechariah stopped his torture and stared. "I....I'm sorry?"
"Yes!" Dean roared. "Yes, okay? I'll do it. I'll let Michael in."
Sam let out a moan of pure distress.
Zechariah smiled and began the chant to summon Michael, and Dean looked over at Sam and winked.
Sam frowned.
The chant stopped and the room quaked -- just slightly. "Of course," Dean said. "I have a few conditions."
"Conditions?" Zechariah whirled to him.
"You put my brothers back the way they were."
"Certainly." A wave of the hand and Sam slowly got to his feet, staring at Dean. Adam had passed out.
"Second," Dean broke into a dazzling smile. His eyes bored into Zachariah's. "I refuse permission for that thing you're summoning to get in my body."
"Why, you double-crossing--" Zechariah began.
Dean threw his hand back and spread his arms His voice rang out loud and clear and trembled with power. "I REFUSE! TO GIVE THAT CREATURE! MY BODY!" His eyes closed and the room shook with every word he screamed. "I GIVE MY PERMISSION TO THE REAL MICHAEL TO USE ME! TO STOP THIS!"
Instantly, there was a blinding light and the room stopped shaking.
When everyone's eyes cleared, Dean was still standing there in the same position. He was breathing hard.
"Dean?" Sam groaned. ".....Dean, are you all right?"
"Yeah, Sammy...." Dean slowly lowered his arms and head. His eyes were closed. "I'm fine." They opened.
His eyes were white from corner to corner.
Zechariah gasped and broke into a dazzling smile. "....Michael....."
A corner of Dean's mouth tipped up in a smile. "Hullo, Zechariah." Lightning flared and the outline of six massive wings flared onto the wall behind Dean. His voice held the faintest trace of an exotic accent. "It's been awhile." He turned to face Sam. "Do not be afraid. He is unharmed and aware. What I have to say and do is best said and done elsewhere." He waved a hand and the white room vanished as if it had never been.
They arrived in Bobby's living room, causing Bobby and a visibly-exhausted Castiel's heads to snap up from the maps they'd been poring over. Instantly Bobby drew a shotgun from under the desk and wheeled around it, training the gun on Zechariah at the same time.
Castiel's eyes went huge. ".......holy....." he breathed out, and it was a prayer. "Michael?"
"Hello, little brother." Dean beckoned. "Come here."
"No." And Castiel drew a gun from his waistband. "No, this is a trick."
"So human." Dean smiled. "Good. This is good. This is how it should be."
Castiel shook his head. "....what?"
"I'll explain in a few." He turned to face Sam. "But I'll explain to you now. You never set Lucifer free."
"I was there," Sam pointed out. "I did set him free!"
"Lucifer was never in that cage." His head tilted. "Because he is only in that cage during the thousand year reign of the saints, and that has not come to pass. He is free. He roams as he has roamed for millenia." He smiled and turned to Zechariah. "And he has fooled one of Heaven's Elite into working with him."
"No," Zechariah whispered. "No!"
"It was Lucifer who you were summoning to take over Dean's body. Lucifer's second has been masquerading as him all this time, manipulating Sam and everyone else. You see, if the demons can trip the Apocalypse and 'cleanse' earth on their timetable, then it proves once and for all that Lucifer is as powerful as God. Which was the sin of pride he was cast down for in the first place. He never learns."
Castiel's eyes narrowed. "Then how do we know you are not another demon?"
"By this." He pointed at Sam. "I have been granted permission, Sammy -- from your brother and from on high. Be cleansed."
Sam fell to his knees. Red light surrounded him and the form of a snake appeared around his body. It vanished with a shrieking hiss, and he fell forward onto his hands, panting.
He pointed at Bobby. "I have been granted permission, Robert Singer -- from your heart's son and from on high. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth -- rise and walk."
Bobby gasped and slowly got to his feet.
Zechariah went to his knees, staring at Dean.
Dean pointed at Castiel. "I have been granted permission by your human brother and by our Father. By the living Word, which cuts and divides -- be divided."
Castiel gasped, feeling a long-missed presence stir to life inside him. He flowed out and found his body -- coalescing. Two identical men stood there, side by side-- one in a trench coat and tie, one in jeans and a black t-shirt. That one turned his hands over and over. "..........merciful heaven......"
The trench-coated one stared. "....Castiel?"
The new one looked at him and broke into a dazzling smile that made his nose wrinkle adorably. "Hello, Jimmy."
Sam slowly climbed to his feet, staring wide-eyed at Dean.
Dean glared at Zechariah. "As for you -- we are not of one mind. Your victim wants you dead. I want you alive, to learn. So we have agreed to this compromise. You are banished, Zechariah. Banished and never to set foot on earth again." He waved his hand and there was a quick flare of light. The older man remained on his knees, blinking in
confusion.
Dean lay two fingers on his forehead. "Return home, Jacob Adler. Your time of service to the angels is done." And he was gone.
"Okay...so you are who you say you are," Bobby said slowly.
"How....How did Dean know?" Sam asked in a soft whisper.
"Because the creature made a mistake," Dean said. "He said you and Dean were descendants of Cain and Abel. This is not possible. They are all dead, since the Flood of Noah.
"So there is one other thing that remains," he finished, looking at Sam. "Come outside with me. Castiel, I will require your precious skills for this."
Castiel nodded and clapped a hand over Jimmy's shoulder before he followed his brother.
As Castiel went to work, telekinetically manipulating dirt and rocks and wiping blood in patterns, Dean explained, "Castiel has always been an artist. He is one of the most loyal, courageous, and creative of the angels. His skill with sigils is unmatched - ooh, and these are new."
"They will do what you ask," Castiel replied.
"So," to Sam. "You understand the plan?"
Sam nodded and stepped in the middle of a zen garden. He threw his head back. "Okay!" he hollered. "Okay, you win! I can't stand this any more! Yes, damn your eyes! YES!"
Ozone crackled and the decaying body of Nick stepped forward from nothing. "Ah, Sam....." Then he frowned, looking over at Dean. ".....what....."
"Goodbye, Beezebul." Dean's hand thrust forward and Nick fell to the ground, a column of white-black smoke firing from him and exploding as sigils all around them flared.
Castiel knelt by the body and looked up, wearily shaking his head.
Dean clasped Sam's shoulders. "And it's over. The Apocalypse-that-wasn't has been stopped. Lilith was returned to suffer in Hell, and Lucifer will not try this again. We shall see to it."
"Yeah," a new voice said, and Gabriel stepped out of the shadows, followed by a cuffed Raphael and a woman neither had ever seen. "We will."
Dean smiled. "Sammy. I will not use Dean for this. I promised him I would leave him
after this ended,a nd I will keep that promise."
"Use me," Adam said, stepping off the porch. "I have nothing left. I have no purpose. I'd....I'd like to help."
"Very well. Permission?"
"Granted."
Light flowed from Dean to Adam, who opened white eyes and smiled. "Thank you, Dean."
Dean panted, leaning tiredly against Sam. He smiled back. "No worries. Thanks."
Michael touched his shoulder in love, and then they were gone.
Only Castiel remained.
"Cas?" Dean frowned.
He smiled warmly. "I'm human, Dean. My reward. I'm human for a little while - telekinetic, but human. To experience earth without the pressure of the Apocalypse."
"It's over?" Sam gasped.
"Completely," Dean nodded. "Your blood's even clean."
Sam's eyes widened and then he burst into tears of joy and relief as Dean's arms wrapped around him and they both sank to their knees.
It was finally over and done.
Jimmy slid out his phone and did the one thing he'd wanted to do since this started.
"Amelia? ....yeah, it's me. ....I'm coming home."
END
It was strange, but watching both his brothers suffering seemed to clear Dean's head. All of a sudden, he knew what was going on. All the shadows were clear and he knew how to stop it.
"Yes," he whispered, eyes wide with unfeigned shock.
Zechariah stopped his torture and stared. "I....I'm sorry?"
"Yes!" Dean roared. "Yes, okay? I'll do it. I'll let Michael in."
Sam let out a moan of pure distress.
Zechariah smiled and began the chant to summon Michael, and Dean looked over at Sam and winked.
Sam frowned.
The chant stopped and the room quaked -- just slightly. "Of course," Dean said. "I have a few conditions."
"Conditions?" Zechariah whirled to him.
"You put my brothers back the way they were."
"Certainly." A wave of the hand and Sam slowly got to his feet, staring at Dean. Adam had passed out.
"Second," Dean broke into a dazzling smile. His eyes bored into Zachariah's. "I refuse permission for that thing you're summoning to get in my body."
"Why, you double-crossing--" Zechariah began.
Dean threw his hand back and spread his arms His voice rang out loud and clear and trembled with power. "I REFUSE! TO GIVE THAT CREATURE! MY BODY!" His eyes closed and the room shook with every word he screamed. "I GIVE MY PERMISSION TO THE REAL MICHAEL TO USE ME! TO STOP THIS!"
Instantly, there was a blinding light and the room stopped shaking.
When everyone's eyes cleared, Dean was still standing there in the same position. He was breathing hard.
"Dean?" Sam groaned. ".....Dean, are you all right?"
"Yeah, Sammy...." Dean slowly lowered his arms and head. His eyes were closed. "I'm fine." They opened.
His eyes were white from corner to corner.
Zechariah gasped and broke into a dazzling smile. "....Michael....."
A corner of Dean's mouth tipped up in a smile. "Hullo, Zechariah." Lightning flared and the outline of six massive wings flared onto the wall behind Dean. His voice held the faintest trace of an exotic accent. "It's been awhile." He turned to face Sam. "Do not be afraid. He is unharmed and aware. What I have to say and do is best said and done elsewhere." He waved a hand and the white room vanished as if it had never been.
They arrived in Bobby's living room, causing Bobby and a visibly-exhausted Castiel's heads to snap up from the maps they'd been poring over. Instantly Bobby drew a shotgun from under the desk and wheeled around it, training the gun on Zechariah at the same time.
Castiel's eyes went huge. ".......holy....." he breathed out, and it was a prayer. "Michael?"
"Hello, little brother." Dean beckoned. "Come here."
"No." And Castiel drew a gun from his waistband. "No, this is a trick."
"So human." Dean smiled. "Good. This is good. This is how it should be."
Castiel shook his head. "....what?"
"I'll explain in a few." He turned to face Sam. "But I'll explain to you now. You never set Lucifer free."
"I was there," Sam pointed out. "I did set him free!"
"Lucifer was never in that cage." His head tilted. "Because he is only in that cage during the thousand year reign of the saints, and that has not come to pass. He is free. He roams as he has roamed for millenia." He smiled and turned to Zechariah. "And he has fooled one of Heaven's Elite into working with him."
"No," Zechariah whispered. "No!"
"It was Lucifer who you were summoning to take over Dean's body. Lucifer's second has been masquerading as him all this time, manipulating Sam and everyone else. You see, if the demons can trip the Apocalypse and 'cleanse' earth on their timetable, then it proves once and for all that Lucifer is as powerful as God. Which was the sin of pride he was cast down for in the first place. He never learns."
Castiel's eyes narrowed. "Then how do we know you are not another demon?"
"By this." He pointed at Sam. "I have been granted permission, Sammy -- from your brother and from on high. Be cleansed."
Sam fell to his knees. Red light surrounded him and the form of a snake appeared around his body. It vanished with a shrieking hiss, and he fell forward onto his hands, panting.
He pointed at Bobby. "I have been granted permission, Robert Singer -- from your heart's son and from on high. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth -- rise and walk."
Bobby gasped and slowly got to his feet.
Zechariah went to his knees, staring at Dean.
Dean pointed at Castiel. "I have been granted permission by your human brother and by our Father. By the living Word, which cuts and divides -- be divided."
Castiel gasped, feeling a long-missed presence stir to life inside him. He flowed out and found his body -- coalescing. Two identical men stood there, side by side-- one in a trench coat and tie, one in jeans and a black t-shirt. That one turned his hands over and over. "..........merciful heaven......"
The trench-coated one stared. "....Castiel?"
The new one looked at him and broke into a dazzling smile that made his nose wrinkle adorably. "Hello, Jimmy."
Sam slowly climbed to his feet, staring wide-eyed at Dean.
Dean glared at Zechariah. "As for you -- we are not of one mind. Your victim wants you dead. I want you alive, to learn. So we have agreed to this compromise. You are banished, Zechariah. Banished and never to set foot on earth again." He waved his hand and there was a quick flare of light. The older man remained on his knees, blinking in
confusion.
Dean lay two fingers on his forehead. "Return home, Jacob Adler. Your time of service to the angels is done." And he was gone.
"Okay...so you are who you say you are," Bobby said slowly.
"How....How did Dean know?" Sam asked in a soft whisper.
"Because the creature made a mistake," Dean said. "He said you and Dean were descendants of Cain and Abel. This is not possible. They are all dead, since the Flood of Noah.
"So there is one other thing that remains," he finished, looking at Sam. "Come outside with me. Castiel, I will require your precious skills for this."
Castiel nodded and clapped a hand over Jimmy's shoulder before he followed his brother.
As Castiel went to work, telekinetically manipulating dirt and rocks and wiping blood in patterns, Dean explained, "Castiel has always been an artist. He is one of the most loyal, courageous, and creative of the angels. His skill with sigils is unmatched - ooh, and these are new."
"They will do what you ask," Castiel replied.
"So," to Sam. "You understand the plan?"
Sam nodded and stepped in the middle of a zen garden. He threw his head back. "Okay!" he hollered. "Okay, you win! I can't stand this any more! Yes, damn your eyes! YES!"
Ozone crackled and the decaying body of Nick stepped forward from nothing. "Ah, Sam....." Then he frowned, looking over at Dean. ".....what....."
"Goodbye, Beezebul." Dean's hand thrust forward and Nick fell to the ground, a column of white-black smoke firing from him and exploding as sigils all around them flared.
Castiel knelt by the body and looked up, wearily shaking his head.
Dean clasped Sam's shoulders. "And it's over. The Apocalypse-that-wasn't has been stopped. Lilith was returned to suffer in Hell, and Lucifer will not try this again. We shall see to it."
"Yeah," a new voice said, and Gabriel stepped out of the shadows, followed by a cuffed Raphael and a woman neither had ever seen. "We will."
Dean smiled. "Sammy. I will not use Dean for this. I promised him I would leave him
after this ended,a nd I will keep that promise."
"Use me," Adam said, stepping off the porch. "I have nothing left. I have no purpose. I'd....I'd like to help."
"Very well. Permission?"
"Granted."
Light flowed from Dean to Adam, who opened white eyes and smiled. "Thank you, Dean."
Dean panted, leaning tiredly against Sam. He smiled back. "No worries. Thanks."
Michael touched his shoulder in love, and then they were gone.
Only Castiel remained.
"Cas?" Dean frowned.
He smiled warmly. "I'm human, Dean. My reward. I'm human for a little while - telekinetic, but human. To experience earth without the pressure of the Apocalypse."
"It's over?" Sam gasped.
"Completely," Dean nodded. "Your blood's even clean."
Sam's eyes widened and then he burst into tears of joy and relief as Dean's arms wrapped around him and they both sank to their knees.
It was finally over and done.
Jimmy slid out his phone and did the one thing he'd wanted to do since this started.
"Amelia? ....yeah, it's me. ....I'm coming home."
END