TINTED ▷ Sam Winchester [1]

33 | BROKEN PROMISES

It's a little later in the morning, and I'm still very much in shock about everything Chuck told me. For a while, I could have sworn it was a dream, but then I realized how true it was.

Sam and Dean still don't know. Well, I think Dean has some suspicions but Sam definitely doesn't know, unless Dean told him. Dean has been giving me suspicious glares all morning.

"Talk to him," Sam tries to convince Chuck as the higher power is making pancakes. Sam, Dean, and I sit on the other side of the counter, talking to him.

"Won't do any good," Chuck argues as he flips a pancake.

"Why not?" Sam asks.

"Because I can't give him what he wants," Chuck tells us. I furrow my eyebrows.

"What's he want now?" I say in annoyance. The devil always wants something.

"What everyone wants," Chuck says, looking at me as he puts a pancake on my plate. "My sister, my children, you humans— an apology. A big, wet 'I'm sorry'."

"Well, so give it to him," Dean says casually. "It's not like he's askin' for a weapon, or for Hell, or Heaven. He's askin' for words."

"I can't say I'm sorry if I'm not," Chuck says. "What he wants an apology for, I did it for humanity. For the world. Look, Lucifer wants what everybody wants: Amara gone. Let's just give him a little time to cool off, 'kay?" He lifts up his cup, which I now see is labeled 'World's Greatest Dad'.

"Okay, well, I don't know if you've noticed, but a little time is something that we don't have," Dean points out. "The end is freakin' nigh."

•••

Dean sends me out on a supply run while him and Sam sort of play doctor Phil to Lucifer and Chuck. It's honestly the way I prefer it. Sam and Dean can handle them. However, a small part of me is wondering if the reason Dean sent me away is so he didn't have to be around me. Oh well, I'm not going to be gone forever.

I'm only gone for an hour, so I'm surprised when I get back and everything is good.

"Getting these groups to enlist then work together, it won't be easy," Sam says sometime later. Lucifer and Chuck are good to go, but obviously we still don't have enough firepower to take care of Amara. Chuck also said something about how we can't actually kill her, or else it will disrupt the balance of the universe. We can only lock her away again. That pissed me off.

"Couldn't you just compel them?" Dean asks Chuck. I was also pissed off at hearing who Sam and Dean want to get to help.

"I invented free will for a reason," Chuck argues. Despite our truce, I scowl at him.

"So we're tying our hands on principle?" Dean asks.

"You can't make an effective soldier by force," Chuck says. "They have to choose this fight." I sigh but don't say anything. He's right, but that doesn't make it okay. We need more firepower and we need it right now.

"But they're gonna wanna know they're backing a winner," Dean points out.

•••

"We assemble our band of brothers, hit Amara with everything we got," Sam says. "Then when she's weak—" he looks to Chuck expectedly.

"I finish her off," God finishes.

"So, a page from the original playbook," Sam says. "This time with witches and demons subbing for archangels."

"Exactly," Lucifer says. I still feel weird about him being here, but I don't think there's anything I can do about it, we need his help.