New God

----------An hour later----------

Leaning back into the wooden chair, balancing herself on two of it's creaky legs, (y/n) stares up at the towering walls above. Creating a curved ceiling, the top is carved out to make way for a massive fan. The metal blades supply a light breeze as they rotate. Suddenly, a pained groan fills the air that causes the girl to jump, chair tipping over and sending her body tumbling to the concrete ground. Quickly getting back onto her feet, (y/n) rushes over to Sam's side, kneeling next to the iron bed as she watches him writhe around on top of the blue striped sheets

"Sam?" She calls his name softly, eyeing him carefully as he continues to twist around. His face contorts as he whimpers slightly.

"...D-Dean..." his brother's name comes out as a whisper, barely able to escape his lips before a scream tears at his throat. Tears begin to stream down his cheeks. Instinctively, (y/n) reaches out her soft hands and gingerly cups his face. His skin seemed to be burning up beneath her fingertips, sweat beading his forehead. As he continues to mumble incoherently and thrash against the bed, (y/n) squeezes her eyes shut and concentrates. Using her powers, she slowly pulls the heat from his body, feeling the warmth seep in through the soft pads of her fingers. Soon, she's gotten his body temperature back down to it's normal levels. He calms.

"Sam?" She calls out to him again, hands retracting from his face and resting at his side. Upon hearing his name, he stirs slightly, body trembling as he begins to wake. Reaching out, she grabs a hold of his hand, comforting his shaking body. His eyes fly open, hands squeezing hers suddenly when he jolts up from his lying position

"Dean!" The name leaves his lips in a desperate cry, echoing helplessly throughout the room as Sam tries to grab a hold of his surroundings. (y/n) waits patiently by his side, carefully watching his form as his chest rises and falls rapidly. He's still crying. Letting him take a moment, light eyes frantically searching the empty iron walls, (y/n) decides to speak

"Sam-" He flinches upon hearing his name, head snapping to stare down at the girl still kneeling by his bed ,"-it's just you and me right now"

"(y-y/n)?" it takes him a second to recognize the girl in front of him ,"you're still here?"

"You wanted me to leave?" She teases lightly, pulling up the wooden chair to sit in.

"No, I didn't-" He winces suddenly, hand reaching up to cradle his own head. (y/n)'s (e/c) eyes widen, body instinctively moving forward to help him.

"Hey-" She places a gentle hand upon his shoulder, watching him groan in pain ,"-are you okay? I mean obviously not, but you know, is there anything I can do to-uh-help?"

"How long have I been out?" He asks the question through gritted teeth, eyes still squeezed shut as he waits for the pain to subside

"About an entire day" She checks the clock on the wall opposite to the pair ,"We have an hour until the eclipse"

His eyes snap open, frantically searching hers. Reaching into the pocket of her sweatpants, she pulls out the tattered piece of paper Dean had given her earlier. He watches her every move, breathing ragged as he tries to calm himself from the nightmare he had just experienced.

"Dean and Bobby went to stop Cas, didn't they?" His voice is quiet, anxiety lacing his words as he watches her. She remains silent, holding the address between her fingers and motioning for him to take it.

"They want you to meet them there-" She explains, eyeing him as he slowly opens the folded paper and reads the address ,"-they left about an hour ago"

Without saying anything, Sam begins to rise from the bed, massive legs swinging over the side and planting themselves firmly on the concrete ground. Lifting his aching body up, (y/n) leaps from her chair to help balance his slightly swaying form. She wanted to do anything to just get the man to rest, but she knew he wasn't about to sit out from something as important as this.

"We have to go-" He takes shaky steps towards the open cell door, arms wrapped around the girls shoulder to steady himself ,"-do you know how to drive?"

"Kind of"

"Good enough"

"Sam-" She holds his body back, using her strength to keep him from going any further ,"-are you sure you're okay enough to do this? M-Maybe you should rest for a little bit-"

"Please, (y/n)-" His voice is a gentle plea, eyes bloodshot and glistening as he begs her ,"-I have to help them, they're my family, I can't just sit around doing nothing...Help me get to them"

"...Okay..."

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The dim headlights of the beaten down truck illuminate the gravel road (y/n) drives down, soft hands gripping at the steering wheel with a force that begins to rip at the leather seams of it's covering. Glancing over to her side, she watches Sam clutch his head in his heads, breathing hard through his nose as he tries to control the pounding against his skull. Tearing away her concerned gaze from the man writhing in pain next to her, she continues to speed down the path, moonlight hidden beneath a haunting shadow. The eclipse was going to end soon

"Sam-" She calls out to him softly, afraid that raising her voice would shatter the already broken man ,"-if Castiel opened those gates and consumed all of those souls, he'll be as powerful as God. Are you sure you can handle going after him right now?"

"I have no choice, (y/n). I have to do something."

Nodding slowly in understanding, tossing a sad look to her side, she continues her race to the address propped up against the stereo. It takes a few minutes before the old truck is screeching to a halt a few metres away from the abandoned looking building ahead of them. It's shadowed outline against the horizon made her shiver slightly. There was a powerful energy here, too powerful for her liking. Slowly turning to the side, she meets eyes with Sam

"He did it-" She whispers, goosebumps rising upon her (s/c) skin ,"-he has the souls"

Sam, looking less in pain than before, stares at the girl through widened light colored eyes. Quickly trying to conceal his frightened state, he clears his throat roughly and swings open the truck door.

"Doesn't matter-" He focuses his attention to the building before them, eyes glowing with a new determination ,"-we can still try to stop him. Did you bring the stuff?"

"Yeah-" She hops out of the car and closes the metal door behind her, walking to the truck bed to grab a couple of things Sam insisted she pack for the trip ,"-are you sure this is going to work?"

"Doesn't hurt to try" He tries to joke, but his voice wavers slightly, large hands trembling at his sides as if he's trying to keep his body from completely breaking down. Holding the two items in one hand, she rushes over to his side and slings his arm around her shoulders. He doesn't complain and instead let's her carry his weight. The pair slowly make their way towards the rusted metal building, bodies hunched over as they creep forward. Spotting a broken lock scattered across the gravel beneath a door to her right, she begins to lead the man holding onto her towards the thick metal door.

"Are you ready?" He asks shakily through a whisper. She nods. Leaning his tired body against the metal panels peeling at the beams beneath them, she hands him the beautifully crafted silver blade being held in her back pocket. Once he's grasped the blade in his hands, she begins to work the cork off of an intricate designed ceramic jug.

"Bottoms up" holding her breath to keep herself from gagging at the smell, she places the jug to her lips. Tipping her head back, she chokes down the thick and bitter substance until the jar is completely empty. Her body shivers at the disgusting taste. Tossing the jug to the side, she nods her head to signal to the tired looking man that she's ready.

"Whatever you do-" He makes his way forward, politely declining her when she offers to help him again ,"-don't let him see you. We have to make sure he doesn't notice us"

"Roger that" creeping forward,(y/n) places a soft palm to the orange rusted door. Waiting a moment, ears trained on the faint sound of voices coming from inside, she finally pushes it open. She lets out a relieved sigh when it doesn't make any sound. Glancing over her shoulder to the massive man following after her, she quickly slips inside the dimly lit hallway.

"Down the stairs-" she whispers to Sam, body crouched low as she presses her body against the wall ,"-second room on the left."

"How do you know?"

"Your brother's voice-" she explains before adding sadly ,"-and the smell of blood."

Silence falls upon the two as they make their descent down the iron staircase, (y/n)'s hands careful not to touch any of it's cool surface. The voices grow louder the closer they get. (y/n) can hear the desperation in Dean's voice. Suddenly, Sam steps in front of the girl, almost protectively, and takes the lead. With one of his hands behind him, gently grabbing at her elbow, he pulls both of them towards the wall.

" I know there's a lot of bad water under the bridge-" Dean's voice cuts through the hauntingly still air, the pair pressing their bodies against the wall as they edge closer to the entryway ,"-but we were family once. I'd have died for you...I almost did a few times."

(y/n) watches as Sam slowly pulls out the silver colored blade and holds it close to his chest, light eyes glowing beneath the fluorescent lights as he peers over the side of the wall.

"If that means anything to you...please-" Dean continues his plea, voice fragile ,"-I've lost Lisa, I've lost Ben, and now I've lost Sam. Don't make me lose you, too"

Castiel remains silent. (y/n) crouches down to look around the corner with Sam, eyes widening at the amount of power radiating off of the dark haired angel. Dean takes a cautious step forward, hands balling up in frustration when his friend doesn't respond

"You don't need this kind of juice, Cas!" the angel avoids the man's gaze, bright blue eyes turning away to stare at the tile floor,"Get rid of it before it kills us all!"

"You're just saying that...because I won-" Castiel's voice is quiet, almost as if he was trying to defend his own actions ,"-because you're afraid-"

Sam motions for the girl to follow after him, his massive body coming out from the shadows. Bobby glances over, eyes widening slightly, before he's covering up his shock to watch the angel stepping towards Dean. (y/n), taking in a few deep breaths, readies herself for what's to come.

"You're not my family, Dean" Castiel states it without any hesitation, unfazed by the hurt look crossing Dean's face ,"I have no family."

"Now!" Sam's deep voice cuts through the air, eyes snapping to his form in shock. Without wasting another second, (y/n) let's her lips pull back into a snarl, the skin of her throat glowing orange as a wave of boiling hot inferno erupts from her mouth. Using the holy oil she downed earlier as fuel for the fire within her, she covers the angel's body in the almost purple flames. Bobby and Dean have to take a step back from the burning blaze. Closing her mouth once the holy oil had run out, (y/n) and Sam watch as Castiel's shadowed form is consumed by the blue glow of the combustion. A haunting silence falls upon the group, the faint crackle of the fire the only sound to fill the room.

"It didn't work..." Her voice comes out quiet, (e/c) eyes widening upon still being able to feel the almost overwhelming power coming from Castiel. As if on cue, the man who was supposed to be burnt to ash, lazily raises a hand up in the air. The group watches in horror as he snaps his fingers, flames disappearing into the air and leaving him completely unharmed. Without any hesitation, Sam strides forward and plunges the silver blade deep into the man's back, hilt sticking out from his tan trenchcoat. Another silence falls upon the group, all staring incredulously at the angel before them.

"I'm glad you made it, Sam...(y/n)" Castiel reaches a hand behind himself and grabs a hold of the blade, easily pulling the blood stained weapon from his back. Placing it lazily upon a metal table in front of him, he turns to face the pair

"No angel blade or holy oil can harm me anymore...I'm not an angel anymore"

"If you aren't an angel, then what the hell are you?" Bobby asks, worried eyes glancing over at the others as they await his answer, bodies almost cowering in fear at the thing standing between them.

"I'm your new God-" (y/n) shivers at the unwavering confidence behind his words ,"-a better one. So you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your lord..."

"And if we don't?" Dean asks, voice shaking. A sickeningly sweet smile makes its way across the angels face

"Then I shall destroy you."