Being Alive ( D.W)

Lilith

Me "Wait. Say it one more time."

Dean "The case in Colorado with the mountain lion with the three dead. Where are we with that one?"

Sam "Uh... we are at five."

Dean tried not to gag"What?"

Sam "We're up to five."

Dean asked uncomfortable and frustrated since the water wasn't helping "Then what are we doing here?"

He poured the water into this mouth before pouring it over his head"Oh, sweet mother. I'm gonna go get ready for..."

Then he spat out the piece of jerky and walked away. 

Sam looked at me amused.

In my bedroom. 

I walked into the room and leaned against the door frame.

Dean smirked and put a shirt on "i would kiss you right now but i can't feel my lips at all"

I nodded "it's okay. uhm, i wanna stay in on this one"

Dean looked at me confused. 

Me "if that's okay, boss"

Dean nodded "you okay?"

I nodded "Yeah, i'm fine. i just...i am still trying to get some sleep"

Dean nodded "okay. fine."

I nodded "okay"

He walked over to me and put a kiss on my lips. 

Then he grimaced "didn't feel a thing"

I looked at him amused as he walked past me out unsatisfied. 

Night. 

The brothers walked inside. 

Dean has a cut on his right and left cheek. 

I asked worried "oh my god, what the hell happened?"

Dean walked to me and sat down next to me. 

i looked at Sam. 

Sam "Lilith"

My eyes widened "excuse me?"

Sam nodded "you heard right"

My jaw dropped "are you guys kidding me?"

Dean shook his head "nope"

Me "and you two walked away alive? how?"

Sam "she wasn't after us"

Me "the gun?"

Dean nodded "yep ,and she melted it"

I sighed "great. is she dead?"

Sam nodded "Yeah"

I nodded "good"

Dean drove a hand through his hair " We gave the heads up on Chuck and Lilith, so... what else are we supposed to do?"

I handed him my glass of whiskey "He was supposed to be gone. God was supposed to be gone."

I nodded. 

Dean "So, what? We're just stuck in his... in his maze, still? And now, Lilith is back. I mean, what's he gonna do? Just throw our greatest hits at us?"

Sam asked confused "I mean... why doesn't he just kill us, already?"

Dean shook his head "Because that's not what he wants. "

Me "Chuck only likes one ending"

They looked at me confused. 

Dean "how do you-?"

Me "it's pretty easy to tell. Michael killing Lucifer. Brother killing brother. He wants this to end with one of you killing the other one"

Dean "Well, that's not happening."

I eyed Sam "what is it?"

Sam sighed "my dreams, or visions, or whatever... they all end the same way. With us killing each other."

My jaw dropped. 

Dean asked pissed off "You're just telling me this now?"

Sam "I-I thought they must've been some form of messed up PTSD, but... but what if they're not? What if I'm somehow seeing Chuck's endings? You know, different ones.-"

Dean "How would that be possible?"

Sam put a hand on his shoulder where the bullet wound is "'Cause of this. When I shot Chuck, the bullet wasn't a bullet, it was uh... a piece of me. Right? So, what if it created a – a link of sort, you know? I mean, what if – what if I don't... what if somehow, I'm in his head?"

Dean shook his head, exhausted "This was supposed to be over. We were done. We were free. And now... what are we supposed to do, man? We just keep running in this – this... friggin' hamster wheel until we die? Or until we get boring and he ends us?"

Sam "Or we fight."

Dean laughed bitterly "Fight God?"

I nodded. 

Sam nodded. 

Dean "Without the gun? It's God, guys. And he's coming for us. How the hell are we supposed to fight God?"