Light-bearer 5/5

[mangacat201]

Author: Mangacat(201)
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, Lucifer
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2665/ 12k

Disclaimer: Of course they belong to the Krip of all people… sheesh. And yeah, that money trail passes me by so thoroughly…

Warnings: SPOILER for season FOUR, post 4.22 Lucifer Rising.

 A/N: *pants* *flips*  *iz dead*

part one  -  part two  -  part three -   part four

He looked out and saw a lot of cars surrounding them in a state of perpetual disrepair with a dilapidated house nestled in between. Dean got out of the car and he let go of Sam’s hand so that the other man could open the door and get out as well. He watched Sam’s knuckles go white when he gripped the roof and the man swayed a little bit, but then drew a deep breath and stood tall and steady as if there was nothing wrong with him. He stayed close to Sam as they followed the older man up the porch and he stood slightly behind Dean on the last step when a hand landed heavy on his head. He looked up to Sam, who answered with a tight smile and moving his finger in a slight caress over his hair, before looking back up sharing an anxious look with Dean. The other man nodded and stepped up to knock loudly on the door before taking a step back. A few seconds ticked by and he could feel the tension rising in the brothers when a latch clicked from the inside and the door swung open slowly to reveal an older man with a grizzled beard, a cap and a shot-gun readily trained on them. Dean raised his hands palm up and said:

“It’s me Bobby, I swear, just me.”

The man looked them over suspiciously and muttered under his breath. When nothing happened for a second or two he nodded and lowered the gun.

“You know, boy, somehow I prefer getting knocked-out with a shot-gun to getting ditched in the blink of an eye. But I see that you found that idiot brother of yours,” he felt Sam cringe, “and who is that?”

He seized the opportunity to say something immediately and blurted out:

“I’m Luke.”

The man looked inquiringly at Dean.

“He… we had to take him in.”

He watched Bobby’s eyebrows rise all the way up his forehead until they all but vanished.

“I don’t believe you Winchesters, times like these and you take in strays. By the way, did you at least manage to prevent the… you know?”

He wondered why Dean scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.

“Uhm… er… kinda.”

“Kinda?!?”

“Uhm, yeah, let’s go in, have a drink and we’ll explain, ok?”

The old man thought for a moment, stared at him until he felt his cheeks grow hot, but nodded and backed away to permit them entrance. He looked curiously around the house while Sam shuffled him into the living room, where they plopped down on the couch. Dean leaned silently against the wall besides the door and they waited for Bobby to come back after rummaging around in the kitchen. He handed short glasses with a golden clear liquid to Sam and Dean and a slighter, higher glass with lemonade to him. He took a sip and liked the taste instantly, though it was nowhere near hot chocolate.

“Thank you, that’s very kind.”

The old man raised his eyebrows again and mumbled ‘you’re welcome’. He took a bigger gulp then and another one and before he could blink, the glass was empty and he held it out to Bobby. Meanwhile, Dean threw back the contents of his glass and he noticed that Sam looked at his own wearily for a moment before doing the same. He watched the tall man grip the edge of the couch and his nostrils flare as he swallowed with his eyes crunched tightly closed. Sam breathed heavily for a moment, but then he opened his eyes and relaxed slightly. Nobody said anything for a second, but he could feel the tension rising high until Bobby spoke up.

 

“So, what the heck happened out there?”

He swivelled back to Dean when the other man started recounting their tale.

“Well, turns out we were both wrong. The angels took me to keep me from Sam, so that he would go and kill Lilith, just like that bitch Ruby had planned.”

“So you stopped her? You stopped Lilith from breaking the last seal?”

“No…,” answered Sam with a gravely voice, “…and it is written, that the first demon shall be the last seal.”

He watched Bobby’s face turn ashen with terror, but before he could puzzle together what the three men were actually talking about, Dean went on.

“But then, the angels knew that already, more like, they were counting on it. You see, spring the trap, let him out and destroy the legions of Hell and you get paradise on earth…for whoever’s left to enjoy it. Cas got me out though and to Sam, but it was too late...”

“That means…”

“Yeah, by killing Lilith, I broke the last seal. I opened the door.”

“And Lucifer walks free.”

 

Bobby looked stricken and sunk down into a chair bonelessly. He gaped at the calm of the brothers and then yelled.

“But what happened, how did you survive? Where is he?”

He didn’t know if it was appropriate, but the thought it prudent to announce his presence when they planned on talking all about him.

“Uhm…”

The crack of Bobby’s neck when he whipped it around made him cringe in sympathy, but he didn’t expect the man to jump up so that the chair fell over, holding his chest.

“Sweet Virgin Mary, Mother of Jesus, didn’t you think it would be good to tell me that I got the fricking Anti-Christ in my living room?”

“I’m not the Anti-Christ… uhm. Er, what is a Christ?”

 Sam chuckled slightly and patted him on the head once more, which seemed to throw Bobby even more.

“Relax, Bobby,” Dean answered, “he’s not going to destroy the world. He’s an angel of the Lord after all, seeking revelation.”

“An ang… WHAT?!”

“That’s right. And I still wonder who spread that stupid crap about destroying the world, I’d like to meet them so that I can give them a good stern talking-to. Why would I put so much time and effort into Creation to blow it all up afterwards, huh?”

He watched as Bobby shook his head in disbelief and muttered:

“I… I need a minute.” Before he stormed out of the room.

 

He looked after the old man, then at Dean and Sam, who traded a look with each other.

“Now, that went well.”

Sam nodded: “Yep, I think so too. You think he’ll come around?”

“Probably. If he doesn’t burn the place down over our heads in the next five minutes.”

The taller man nodded and rubbed his hands along his thighs before getting up from the couch.

“Ok, that leaves one thing.”

He watched confused as Sam headed out of the room and scrambled down to follow him. The tall man walked down the corridor and opened a door that seemed to lead down to the basement. He felt Dean brush by with hasty steps as he bellowed: “Sam, no.”

Trepidation grew inside him as he observed Sam brushing off his brother and thumping down the stairs in a rapid pace. He followed them as fast as his short legs could carry him, but by the time he had made it down the stairs, the two men were grabbling with each other in front of a big metal door. Sam shoved Dean away with a ‘Let me go’ and step backwards into the room behind the door. He ran up to both of them and grabbed Dean’s pant-leg unsure of what was happening. Sam looked at him, then at Dean and commanded in a low voice:

“Close the door. Make it Angel-proof this time. And whatever happens… don’t let me out.”

“Sam…”

“Do it.”

He gaped as Dean hung his head, but complied and swung the door closed with an eerie screech and bolted the latch. Then the man picked him and turned around. He could see Sam’s face through the little barred hole in the door.

“Wait, you’re just leaving him here like that? You can’t do that, he needs…”

“I can and I will. He’ll make it now, he wants to.”

He looked at Dean and took in the pain that marred the other man’s features, but that did nothing to quell his own anguish. He balled his hands to fists and let them rain down on Dean, who took his helpless tantrum with stoic acceptance. When they emerged from the basement, they found Bobby standing in the door looking at them with weary eyes. He wriggled around for Dean to let him down until he had steady ground under his feet; he advanced on the older man with slow steps, blinking up. He looked up at Bobby held his gaze the whole time while the older man slowly sunk on one knee so they were more on eyelevel.

“You’re not going to let hail and fire rain upon the earth?”

“No.”

“You’re not going to open the gates of Hell?”

“No, never.”

“You’re not going to raise a sword against humanity in a call for flesh and bones and blood?”

He shivered, but made his voice come out steady. “No.”

“You going to keep those boys from doing something monumentally stupid?”

He tilted his head to the side and frowned a little.

“I’m afraid that’s not in my power.”

Suddenly Bobby grinned at him: “Yeah, I thought so… pity, that. Alright…,” a heavy hand land on his shoulder and he glanced at the strong fingers for a moment, before looking up again, “… alright.”

He closed his eyes and nodded. That was when the screams began.

 

It had been going on for hours and he could barely take it anymore. He’d alternated between curling up on the couch with his hands over his ears and standing in front of the metal door. Dean always seemed to be there when he got down, but he refused to let him look inside. His patience wore thin like a gossamer threat and only the fact that Sam himself had told him to stay away and let it happen kept him at bay. He crept down once more to find both Dean and Bobby in front of the door with the younger man pressing his forehead against the metal.

“Let me see him.”

He watched Dean shake his head once more and finally bellowed:

“Let me see, or I’ll tear the door down, you hear me? I will!”

Dean turned around, his features distorted with anger and pain, and picked him up to hold him in front of the bars, hissing in his ear.

“See, this is it. This your precious demons and angels and your father who never had a lick of mercy for us. This what they have reduced us to, this fight all because you pricks have huge blown-up egos.”

He gasped when he saw Sam, curled up on a cot in the middle of the room writhing, hands clawing at his chest, head tossing, showing eyes rolled back into his head revealing white then bleeding to black and back again. He wanted to bury his head in Dean’s neck, but forced himself to stay focused on the heavy, fast pants coming from Sam.

“This can’t go on.”

“He’s going to get better.”

“He’s going to die.”

He slid out of Dean’s unresponsive arms and dropped to the ground.

“We have to help him!”

“There is no other way.”

“There i…”

“NO.”

And with that, his patience snapped finally and his temper flared, surging light under the thin layer of human skin. Dean involuntarily dropped to his knees in front of him and he laid his hands on the shivering man’s face.

“I didn’t want to do this, but you are not giving me any choice. I invoke your vow of servitude, you owe me obedience.”

Dean’s eyes widened with terrified disbelief.

“No.”

Slowly, his power seeped out, unlocking the sigil and fusing it anew slowly.

“You swore, to the Lord and his heavenly Host, and I am my father’s favourite, you owe me more than anyone else.”

Dean choked and struggled to break his grip, but it was futile.

“If you keep your vow, and don’t interfere, I swear I will never order you to do anything else, but you will let me save him.”

He locked their eyes and saw his power shine back from under Dean’s skin and he waited with a bated breath until he felt Dean close his eyes and concede.

No sooner than he was sure, the latch to the door sprung open and he rushed into the room clambering up onto the cot. Sam jerked away violently, but he reached up to brush the sweat-soaked bangs out of his eyes with soothing murmurs. He looked up once more to see Dean standing in front of them, tears streaming down his cheeks. Before he could think of anything else, he nicked his finger on the metal edge of the cot and watched anxiously a drop of blood well up at the tip.

He hesitated one moment when he heard Dean fall to his knees and whisper under his breath:

“It’s ok, Sammy, everything’s going to be alright. I got you, God, I got you.”

He reached out and touched Sam’s bottom lip, spread the precious red liquid out over the chafed skin and watched his tongue slide over it to take it in immediately. Everything seemed to stop for a moment in time and then Sam’s eyes sprung open in their natural hazel colour until brightness swept out of them.

And then… everything was light.

 

 

 

Epilogue:

 

Bobby leaned in the doorjamb and watched Dean roll clothes up and throw them into one of the bags with single-minded determination. He marvelled at the way the little boy at his side worked in total sync with him, like they’d been packing their bags together all their lives. He heard steps come to halt next to him and looked up to Sam watching the two with a fond smile on his face. When the bag was ready, they all gathered in front of the living room door and the old hunter tried once more to quell his surprise at the picture they presented.

“You realize that all the goddamn angels on the planet will be after your asses after this.”

“Yep. You betcha,” drawled Dean.

“And when this gets out, and they know that no one’s pitching for their team, you’ll have all the goddamn demons on the planet out for your blood, too.”

“That’ll probably be the case, yeah.”

“So, with both the not-so-good good guys and the rather-bad bad guys in this cosmic fight ganging up on you, I ask, why bother? No side will take you as it stands.”

“Well, as we’re honour-bound or blood-bound, it all boils down to what this little guy wants,” Dean let his hand fall on the little boy’s head, “what side do you want to be on?”

The child who really didn’t look like one of the most powerful beings in existence blinked and looked up at Dean with obvious reverence, deep in thought for a moment.

“Yours. I want to be on your side. I want to save the world. And I get to drive the car once I’m all grown up.”

The brothers chuckled and Sam ruffled the boy’s hair before Dean gave him a slight knock over the head.

“Sounds like a plan, sport, though we’ll be talking about the thing with my car.”

Sam nodded and muttered ‘yeah, don’t mess with the car’.

“Alright, let’s go then. We’ve got work to do.”

 

FIN

 

Final A/N: Guys, I’m stumped… this story emerged within a week and I have never in my life written something so big so fast. And I didn’t even know where it was going. So, thank you for coming along for the ride, reading and commenting. Special thanks to insane_songbird for emergency betaing otherwise this would be close to unreadable and HAVE FUN WATCHING THE LEVEE BREAK!!


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