Five Times Azazel's Plan Couldn't Work 1/5
Bit of a change of pace here... warning for major character deaths and (later) Season 8 spoilers.
Summary: Destiny, schmestiny. The plan for Sam and Dean always was a house of cards that would fall if even one component was out of place. Here are just a handful of what-ifs that would render it not just unlikely, but flat out impossible to implement.
Five Times Azazel’s Plan Couldn’t Work
By San Antonio Rose
1. Safe By Right
Day good. Happy. Full tummy. Sleepy. Mommy kiss. Daddy kiss. Dean kiss. Happy, happy. Night-night.
Lights out. Night-night. I sleep now. Dream good.
Dream not so good.
Bad smell. Bad feel. Wake up.
Not Daddy. Bad smell. Bad feel. Bad words. Mommy... Mooommyyy....
“John?”
No, Mommy. Not Daddy!
“Is he hungry?”
No! Scared, Mommy! Help!
“Shh.” Bad man. Snake. Want Mommy.
“Okay.”
No, Mommy! Not go!
Drip-what-YUCK! BAD! BAD, BAD! MOMMY!!!
“YOU!” Mommy mad. Bad man. Bad man go now.
-Bad man not go?
Bad man hurt Mommy! DADDY! DEAN!!!
Daddy! Mommy hurt! Help!
BRIGHT! BRIGHT, HOT, LOUD! NO, BAD! OW, HELP!
Daddy help. Scared, Daddy. Bright, bright, hot, bad, no, no, no.
Dean?
“Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!”
Go, Dean! Bright, hot! Mommy hurt! Scared!!
NO! NO, DEAN! NOT FALL! NO! FALL GO...
... boom?
Dean?
Why didn’t it hurt, Dean?
... What happened?
Dean sits up, but he’s a little bigger now. I guess I am, too, maybe. I try to sit up like a big boy, and I can.
“Sammy?”
“Uh-huh.” I... I can talk. “What happened?” I can talk for real, like a big boy.
Dean shakes his head. “I dunno. I think I tripped on the stairs.”
We both look around. We’re at the bottom of the stairs, and there’s still bright light upstairs, and I can hear Daddy screaming.
“Guess we still need to go outside,” says Dean as he stands up. “When the house is on fire, you’re supposed to go outside.”
I don’t really feel like moving, but I try to stand up like a big boy. I can. It’s not even hard.
And then Mommy’s there in front of us, with another lady. Mommy’s still hurt-her tummy’s all red. But if Mommy’s here, why is Daddy upstairs still?
Mommy’s crying. “I’m sorry, boys. I’m so, so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen.”
Dean and I frown. “Why are you sorry, Momma?” Dean asks. “I’m the one who fell-un-... unless this is a bad dream, too.”
Mommy shakes her head. “No, sweetie. I wish it were. But it’s not a dream. You need to go with Miss Tessa now. I’ll... I’ll come find you when I can.”
“What about Daddy?”
“I don’t know, baby. I don’t know anything.” Mommy comes and gives us each a hug and a kiss. “I love you both so very much.”
Mommy’s cold.
“I love you, Mommy,” I whisper.
Dean’s crying a little. “Come with us, Momma. Please come with us.”
Mommy cries harder. “I can’t, Deanie. I need to wait for Daddy. But Miss Tessa will take good care of you until we come, ’kay?”
“’Kay. I love you.”
Mommy kisses him again-and then she isn’t there.
Miss Tessa holds out a hand to each of us. “We need to go, boys.”
Dean sniffles and takes her hand. I’m confused, but I do, too.
Miss Tessa’s cold like Mommy. I’m cold, too, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get warm.
We walk outside, and it’s light out. I don’t think this is where we live. It’s a big field, and the grass is soft and tall, but it gets shorter, or maybe we get taller. Miss Tessa gets shorter, too. She takes us through the field and to a river, and it feels kind of scary to walk right into it, but it’s not any deeper than the bathtub. And the water’s warm, so warm! I don’t feel cold anymore, and Dean laughs.
I’m bigger than Dean!
And oh, the sweet smells coming from the other side of the river! Flowers and good food and Mommy’s perfume and things I don’t have a name for. I’m not scared and sad anymore.
There’s a man waiting for us on the other side of the river with dry clothes-a white bathrobe kind of thing, but maybe it isn’t, because it feels like something I could wear forever. And it’s got white beads on it, like what Mommy wears when she goes away with Daddy and leaves Dean and me with Miss Kate for a while. There’s a great big one in the middle of my chest.
I’m all grown up! And so is Dean!
Miss Tessa nods when we’re dressed. “This is as far as I go, boys. Azrael will take you the rest of the way.”
“Thank you, Miss Tessa,” Dean and I say at the same time. And we’ve got grown-up voices, too. We sound like Daddy!
Miss Tessa smiles, and then she isn’t there.
“Come,” says Azrael. “Let me show you to your new home.”
We follow him up the hill a little ways to a tower that’s so shiny and bright, it looks like it’s from a story. The grass is so soft under our bare feet, and the flowers smell so good!
“They’re here!” calls a lady in a window way up high. It looks like she’s dressed like we are. “They’re here! Sam and Dean are here!”
And suddenly there’s a bunch of people running out of the tower, laughing and cheering and hugging us, pulling us forward. “You’re here! Hooray! Now we will have fun! Welcome home, welcome home!” They’re laughing and dancing-we’re laughing and dancing-and there’s food all laid out on a big table that’s maybe bigger than our whole backyard, and the birds are singing....
I hope Mommy and Daddy come soon. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy, and I hope we can stay here for always.
Flaming sword in hand, Azrael flew across the river to intercept the figure that approached. “You cannot pass.”
The lion’s head growled as the human head said, “Out of my way, kid.”
“No, Zachariah.”
“You don’t understand. That’s Sam and Dean Winchester you just let in.”
“No, you don’t understand. They’re out of your jurisdiction now.”
Zachariah scowled. “What do you mean, out of my jurisdiction? Azazel completed his spell. I’m supposed to-”
“I don’t care. Their place is here. The demon blood was something done to Sam’s flesh; there was no time for it to affect his soul. And Dean was also still under the age of accountability. They died in innocence-and ‘the innocent is ay safe by right.’” Azrael raised his sword. “The Holy Innocents are off limits for all eternity. You can’t touch the Winchesters now.”
The lion’s head roared as the other heads snarled. “We’ll see about that. I’ll talk to Michael. I’ll have your head!”
“You do that, Lucifer,” Azrael shot back, unsure whether Zachariah were a true traitor or just too involved in his own scheming to recognize how much like their fallen eldest brother he was sounding. “But you’re outvoted.”
“By whom?”
“By Father.”
Zachariah recoiled back a few paces, but the fury in his eyes didn’t lessen for the confusion that also appeared in them. Azrael quickly drew a line across the path with his sword, and up sprang a wall of holy fire between him and Zachariah.
“You can’t keep that up forever,” Zachariah yelled.
“Try me,” Azrael retorted.
Zachariah frothed and fumed, but the holy fire was an impenetrable barrier, even in Heaven. Finally, still snarling, Zachariah vanished.
Azrael sighed, extinguished his sword, and turned to the figure that had just appeared beside him inside the holy fire barricade. “I fear he may try again,” he confessed.
“Let him,” Gabriel growled.
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Summary: Destiny, schmestiny. The plan for Sam and Dean always was a house of cards that would fall if even one component was out of place. Here are just a handful of what-ifs that would render it not just unlikely, but flat out impossible to implement.
Five Times Azazel’s Plan Couldn’t Work
By San Antonio Rose
1. Safe By Right
Day good. Happy. Full tummy. Sleepy. Mommy kiss. Daddy kiss. Dean kiss. Happy, happy. Night-night.
Lights out. Night-night. I sleep now. Dream good.
Dream not so good.
Bad smell. Bad feel. Wake up.
Not Daddy. Bad smell. Bad feel. Bad words. Mommy... Mooommyyy....
“John?”
No, Mommy. Not Daddy!
“Is he hungry?”
No! Scared, Mommy! Help!
“Shh.” Bad man. Snake. Want Mommy.
“Okay.”
No, Mommy! Not go!
Drip-what-YUCK! BAD! BAD, BAD! MOMMY!!!
“YOU!” Mommy mad. Bad man. Bad man go now.
-Bad man not go?
Bad man hurt Mommy! DADDY! DEAN!!!
Daddy! Mommy hurt! Help!
BRIGHT! BRIGHT, HOT, LOUD! NO, BAD! OW, HELP!
Daddy help. Scared, Daddy. Bright, bright, hot, bad, no, no, no.
Dean?
“Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!”
Go, Dean! Bright, hot! Mommy hurt! Scared!!
NO! NO, DEAN! NOT FALL! NO! FALL GO...
... boom?
Dean?
Why didn’t it hurt, Dean?
... What happened?
Dean sits up, but he’s a little bigger now. I guess I am, too, maybe. I try to sit up like a big boy, and I can.
“Sammy?”
“Uh-huh.” I... I can talk. “What happened?” I can talk for real, like a big boy.
Dean shakes his head. “I dunno. I think I tripped on the stairs.”
We both look around. We’re at the bottom of the stairs, and there’s still bright light upstairs, and I can hear Daddy screaming.
“Guess we still need to go outside,” says Dean as he stands up. “When the house is on fire, you’re supposed to go outside.”
I don’t really feel like moving, but I try to stand up like a big boy. I can. It’s not even hard.
And then Mommy’s there in front of us, with another lady. Mommy’s still hurt-her tummy’s all red. But if Mommy’s here, why is Daddy upstairs still?
Mommy’s crying. “I’m sorry, boys. I’m so, so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen.”
Dean and I frown. “Why are you sorry, Momma?” Dean asks. “I’m the one who fell-un-... unless this is a bad dream, too.”
Mommy shakes her head. “No, sweetie. I wish it were. But it’s not a dream. You need to go with Miss Tessa now. I’ll... I’ll come find you when I can.”
“What about Daddy?”
“I don’t know, baby. I don’t know anything.” Mommy comes and gives us each a hug and a kiss. “I love you both so very much.”
Mommy’s cold.
“I love you, Mommy,” I whisper.
Dean’s crying a little. “Come with us, Momma. Please come with us.”
Mommy cries harder. “I can’t, Deanie. I need to wait for Daddy. But Miss Tessa will take good care of you until we come, ’kay?”
“’Kay. I love you.”
Mommy kisses him again-and then she isn’t there.
Miss Tessa holds out a hand to each of us. “We need to go, boys.”
Dean sniffles and takes her hand. I’m confused, but I do, too.
Miss Tessa’s cold like Mommy. I’m cold, too, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get warm.
We walk outside, and it’s light out. I don’t think this is where we live. It’s a big field, and the grass is soft and tall, but it gets shorter, or maybe we get taller. Miss Tessa gets shorter, too. She takes us through the field and to a river, and it feels kind of scary to walk right into it, but it’s not any deeper than the bathtub. And the water’s warm, so warm! I don’t feel cold anymore, and Dean laughs.
I’m bigger than Dean!
And oh, the sweet smells coming from the other side of the river! Flowers and good food and Mommy’s perfume and things I don’t have a name for. I’m not scared and sad anymore.
There’s a man waiting for us on the other side of the river with dry clothes-a white bathrobe kind of thing, but maybe it isn’t, because it feels like something I could wear forever. And it’s got white beads on it, like what Mommy wears when she goes away with Daddy and leaves Dean and me with Miss Kate for a while. There’s a great big one in the middle of my chest.
I’m all grown up! And so is Dean!
Miss Tessa nods when we’re dressed. “This is as far as I go, boys. Azrael will take you the rest of the way.”
“Thank you, Miss Tessa,” Dean and I say at the same time. And we’ve got grown-up voices, too. We sound like Daddy!
Miss Tessa smiles, and then she isn’t there.
“Come,” says Azrael. “Let me show you to your new home.”
We follow him up the hill a little ways to a tower that’s so shiny and bright, it looks like it’s from a story. The grass is so soft under our bare feet, and the flowers smell so good!
“They’re here!” calls a lady in a window way up high. It looks like she’s dressed like we are. “They’re here! Sam and Dean are here!”
And suddenly there’s a bunch of people running out of the tower, laughing and cheering and hugging us, pulling us forward. “You’re here! Hooray! Now we will have fun! Welcome home, welcome home!” They’re laughing and dancing-we’re laughing and dancing-and there’s food all laid out on a big table that’s maybe bigger than our whole backyard, and the birds are singing....
I hope Mommy and Daddy come soon. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy, and I hope we can stay here for always.
Flaming sword in hand, Azrael flew across the river to intercept the figure that approached. “You cannot pass.”
The lion’s head growled as the human head said, “Out of my way, kid.”
“No, Zachariah.”
“You don’t understand. That’s Sam and Dean Winchester you just let in.”
“No, you don’t understand. They’re out of your jurisdiction now.”
Zachariah scowled. “What do you mean, out of my jurisdiction? Azazel completed his spell. I’m supposed to-”
“I don’t care. Their place is here. The demon blood was something done to Sam’s flesh; there was no time for it to affect his soul. And Dean was also still under the age of accountability. They died in innocence-and ‘the innocent is ay safe by right.’” Azrael raised his sword. “The Holy Innocents are off limits for all eternity. You can’t touch the Winchesters now.”
The lion’s head roared as the other heads snarled. “We’ll see about that. I’ll talk to Michael. I’ll have your head!”
“You do that, Lucifer,” Azrael shot back, unsure whether Zachariah were a true traitor or just too involved in his own scheming to recognize how much like their fallen eldest brother he was sounding. “But you’re outvoted.”
“By whom?”
“By Father.”
Zachariah recoiled back a few paces, but the fury in his eyes didn’t lessen for the confusion that also appeared in them. Azrael quickly drew a line across the path with his sword, and up sprang a wall of holy fire between him and Zachariah.
“You can’t keep that up forever,” Zachariah yelled.
“Try me,” Azrael retorted.
Zachariah frothed and fumed, but the holy fire was an impenetrable barrier, even in Heaven. Finally, still snarling, Zachariah vanished.
Azrael sighed, extinguished his sword, and turned to the figure that had just appeared beside him inside the holy fire barricade. “I fear he may try again,” he confessed.
“Let him,” Gabriel growled.
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