Hmmm… that’s an interesting idea. Obviously, something would go wrong when exploding a mostly theoretical, untested soul bomb, which has never been done before, and the lines between Heaven, Earth, Hell, and Purgatory are all messed up to hell and back already.
Dean doesn’t die, but very obviously, something is wrong. For one, Amara is still there with him, but she’s… different. Almost incorporeal, and keeps flickering in and out, scared, but not angry. For two, well, they aren’t where they were. You’ve got Billy showing up, clearly shouting, trying to get some message across, but it’s like she’s underwater, and neither Amara or Dean can understand what she’s trying to say. They can read one thing she keeps repeating. “RUN!”
They run. Billie flickering in and out of view ahead of them, constantly screaming for them to keep running, and Dean and Amara don’t know what it is, but they can FEEL something chasing after them, like a tidal wave ready crash down and swallow them whole. They can see… people, glimpses of people they’ve met, seen, heard of, defeated, but they’re wrong somehow, different, like their from a different time, all of them screaming at them to keep running, many of them flying straight at Dean and crashing through him like a wave breaking against his body. Cain. Abaddon. Tessa. Anna.
And Dean FEELS different. Like when he had the MoC and felt rage and bloodlust and murder in his veins, but this… this is different. It’s electricity and light and sound and flying through the cosmos unbounded. Amara remains corporeal and solid when he grabs her hand to drag her along, because despite the power she holds, power doesn’t equal a threat. Chuck has power. Sam had powers. Cas has powers. She he pulls her with him because he still has faith there’s good in her, that there’s always has been past the fury at her brother’s betrayal.
They follow Billie through the pitch black wood with shadows and darkness and teeth closing in, they run and stubble and pick each other up when they fall, only to come to a skittering stop at a cliff’s edge, rocks and leaves and dirt toppling over under Dean’s boots and Amara’s bleeding feet. Billie is standing in midair over the chasm, a glowing portal behind her, still screaming that the run.
Dean yells back, motions to the cliff and the endless fall between them and the portal to somewhere where the tidal wave isn’t still gaining strength the crash down. Amara is shaking his arm, looking back with horrified eyes growing wide, before whirling on Dean, his face between her hands.
“Fly,” she whispers, before pressing her mouth to his in a bruising kiss and falling unconscious in his arms, power shooting out in a circle around them, and causing Dean to throw his head back on a howl, light pouring from every pore as fabric rips and tears and mass occupies space that had just been empty.
He doesn’t know how, and he doesn’t have time to question, seeing now the shape bigger than the whole word ready to overtake them. He scoops God’s sister into his arms, and uses his legs to throw them over the cliff’s edge and into open air just as the wave starts to come down, the force and wind of it, catching beneath them and thrusting them full-force in a chaotic spiral through the portal while he clings tightly to Amara’s limp form.
He hits the ground, rolls to shouts and cries of alarm to land on his feet in a crouch while his family and their allies stand back, weapons at the ready. Feathers rustle as Dean opens up the protective covering of his massive wings, standing with Amara cradled in his arms, both of them covered in blood and scratches and bruises- though Dean’s already appear to be slowly healing.
Billie backs away warily. Rowena has a hand clasped to her mouth, and Crowley, of all people, crosses himself at the sight of them. Cas can only stare, shaking his head, unable to comprehend what he is seeing. Only Chuck stumbles forward, worry and concern all over his face as he takes his sister from Dean’s arms and kneels to cradle her on the floor.
“What happened to you?” Sam finally manages.
The wings move and Sam flinches. “Amara. We couldn’t get to the portal otherwise.”
“She made you an angel,” Rowena whispers.
“No,” Chuck says, gently brushing his sister’s hair away from her face. “She made him something new.”
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Holy. Crap.
#adrenaline #how do you just crank genius like this out #im not worthy 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻I have a particular taste when it comes to stuff, don’t I? I like apocalyptic more than I probably should.
WOMAN I NEED 30K MORE OF THIS LIKE RIGHT NOW
@tenoko1 I thought I should just remind you how awesome this is.
Yeah, ok wow…this was intense and amazing…I loved it! what happens next?
OMG…I… But…yes?!…but…wait…err…um….
My words are broken!!
What happens now???? My brain won’t let it go….
*sniffles*
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