((Immediately follows The Devil's Deal.))
Ahead of them, daylight began to show itself. The end of the tunnel was in sight, and with it, the end of their last moments of blissful safety. Both Dean and Nim knew that the moment they brought the blade out into the open, all bets were off. They just had to hope that their advance warning would be enough. Nim paused just beneath the mouth of the cave, squeezing Dean's hand as she slipped Ruby's Knife from its hiding place. "You ready?"
"As ready as I'm gonna be," Dean replied grimly. It wasn't fear for his own life that was bothering him, but fear for Nim and the baby. They'd been over it a dozen times or more and knew what they had to do. This wasn't just about Nim and the baby; it was about the future of the entire world. "Nim..." he started, looking into her eyes and seeing his future. There was nothing he wouldn't do to keep her and the baby safe, but they both knew what would happen if he tried to go it alone. "If anything happens to me..." he started.
"Don't say it." Her fingers stopped his mouth, refusing to listen to whatever it was he had been about to say. "We are both coming through this, or I will never forgive you, you got that' And that's nothing compared to what Ellen will do to you. So just you stop thinking about it."
He wasn't sure why, but it seemed the world's survival somehow depended on him surviving. Maybe it was because he refused to give up. Even death hadn't stopped them from finding their way back to each other, even if it was the Olympians who were to blame. He quieted as her fingers found his lips, going no further. He wouldn't have even known what else to say. Take care of Sammy' Get the hell out of dodge" Find a way to survive, no matter what happens" They both knew this was only one of many battles yet to come, but Dean couldn't help wishing there was a better way. "No matter what happens, you remember I love you."
Her dark eyes were deep with unspoken words, but all she said was, "I love you. Don't leave me alone here." One hand curled to his neck, pulling him into a fierce kiss, pouring out her need for him to survive this, hoping he could gather some unknown strength from that. They both knew she was not likely to be much help in this fight, but whatever she could do, she would.
He returned her kiss, just as fierce and desperate as her own - not a last kiss, by any means, but one that would certainly be hard to forget. It was difficult navigating the kiss with that damned blade in his hand, but somehow how he managed, touching her cheek with gentle fingers before drawing away. "Don't do anything stupid," he warned. "Ruby's Knife might work on demons, but I've no idea if it works on gods."
"I'm the distraction," she nodded in agreement, for once not putting up a fight when it came to being given a secondary role. She had little Sam to consider, after all. "Let's get this over with."
"If anything goes wrong, you call on whoever will listen to get you out of here, you hear me?" he asked, though it was more of an order than a request. He didn't care if it was angels, demons, or gods. He wanted her and Sam to come out of this alive.
"I will," she promised him, whether she had any intention of doing it or not. The last thing Dean needed was to go into a fight not trusting her to look after herself and their unborn son. She turned toward the tunnel entrance, adjusting her grip on the Knife. "Ready when you are."
Dean pulled away from her, turning to face the tunnel entrance, knowing that as soon as they stepped outside, all Hell - or more accurately - Hades was going to break loose. "Ready as I'll ever be," he replied, tightening his hold on Death's Blade and steeling himself for a fight.
Side by side, they stepped out of the cover the tunnel provided, looking out over the barren vista bordered with green. They were miles from anywhere vaguely civilized - miles from putting any innocents in danger - which was just as well. Barely ten seconds after they had stepped from the safety of Hephaestus' lair, the sky flickered dark for a long moment, and a woman appeared in front of them. Tall, dark-haired, her silver eyes holding more than just a warning, her gaze focused on the blade in Dean's hand. A cruel smile twisted her lips. "Throw down the Scythe and leave quietly, Dean Winchester, and I won't kill your little woman."
"I don't think so," Dean said, only gripping the blade tighter in his fingers, a grim look on his face. He wasn't going to be intimidated into handing over their best chance at defeating Hades and his minions, no matter how much she threatened them. "Right, and I'm supposed to trust you," he told her sarcastically.
"I'm talking, aren't I?" Persephone pointed out with mild irritation. "My husband would simply have attacked, but I have no real wish to kill Zeus' favorite pets. Perhaps you could even join us. Your family would be protected when we take over."
Beside Dean, Nim rolled her eyes, wondering if all Olympians got a crash course in posturing, or if it was something they inherited from their Titan forebears.
"Your husband," Dean echoed, dubiously. "You mean the son of a bitch who abducted and raped you and then made a deal with your mother so that he could hold you hostage half the year. I'm familiar with the story," Dean replied. "Here's a newsflash for you, sister. We aren't on anyone's side, except our own. That's humanity to you. I couldn't care less who wins your little spat. We're fighting for the survival of the human race. You had your shot. You blew it. Now it's our turn."
"You mortals and your myths." Persephone laughed, shaking her head. "It is just a story. I know the truth well enough, and I do not need to explain that to you." Without warning, her hand flicked out, casting a surge of crackling energy - almost like lightning - toward Nim.
Dean didn't hesitate to react. There were two choices open to him - he could either step in front of that bolt of energy in hopes of absorbing it in Nim's place, while knocking her out of the way, or he could take advantage of the distraction Nim provided and go after Persephone with the blade. Since they had already discussed the possibilities and decided beforehand what choice he would make, he lunged for Persephone while she was distracted by Nim, raising the blade and swinging it toward her with the intention to separate her head from her shoulders. He just hoped his wife was wary and quick enough to get the hell out of the way.
Ahead of them, daylight began to show itself. The end of the tunnel was in sight, and with it, the end of their last moments of blissful safety. Both Dean and Nim knew that the moment they brought the blade out into the open, all bets were off. They just had to hope that their advance warning would be enough. Nim paused just beneath the mouth of the cave, squeezing Dean's hand as she slipped Ruby's Knife from its hiding place. "You ready?"
"As ready as I'm gonna be," Dean replied grimly. It wasn't fear for his own life that was bothering him, but fear for Nim and the baby. They'd been over it a dozen times or more and knew what they had to do. This wasn't just about Nim and the baby; it was about the future of the entire world. "Nim..." he started, looking into her eyes and seeing his future. There was nothing he wouldn't do to keep her and the baby safe, but they both knew what would happen if he tried to go it alone. "If anything happens to me..." he started.
"Don't say it." Her fingers stopped his mouth, refusing to listen to whatever it was he had been about to say. "We are both coming through this, or I will never forgive you, you got that' And that's nothing compared to what Ellen will do to you. So just you stop thinking about it."
He wasn't sure why, but it seemed the world's survival somehow depended on him surviving. Maybe it was because he refused to give up. Even death hadn't stopped them from finding their way back to each other, even if it was the Olympians who were to blame. He quieted as her fingers found his lips, going no further. He wouldn't have even known what else to say. Take care of Sammy' Get the hell out of dodge" Find a way to survive, no matter what happens" They both knew this was only one of many battles yet to come, but Dean couldn't help wishing there was a better way. "No matter what happens, you remember I love you."
Her dark eyes were deep with unspoken words, but all she said was, "I love you. Don't leave me alone here." One hand curled to his neck, pulling him into a fierce kiss, pouring out her need for him to survive this, hoping he could gather some unknown strength from that. They both knew she was not likely to be much help in this fight, but whatever she could do, she would.
He returned her kiss, just as fierce and desperate as her own - not a last kiss, by any means, but one that would certainly be hard to forget. It was difficult navigating the kiss with that damned blade in his hand, but somehow how he managed, touching her cheek with gentle fingers before drawing away. "Don't do anything stupid," he warned. "Ruby's Knife might work on demons, but I've no idea if it works on gods."
"I'm the distraction," she nodded in agreement, for once not putting up a fight when it came to being given a secondary role. She had little Sam to consider, after all. "Let's get this over with."
"If anything goes wrong, you call on whoever will listen to get you out of here, you hear me?" he asked, though it was more of an order than a request. He didn't care if it was angels, demons, or gods. He wanted her and Sam to come out of this alive.
"I will," she promised him, whether she had any intention of doing it or not. The last thing Dean needed was to go into a fight not trusting her to look after herself and their unborn son. She turned toward the tunnel entrance, adjusting her grip on the Knife. "Ready when you are."
Dean pulled away from her, turning to face the tunnel entrance, knowing that as soon as they stepped outside, all Hell - or more accurately - Hades was going to break loose. "Ready as I'll ever be," he replied, tightening his hold on Death's Blade and steeling himself for a fight.
Side by side, they stepped out of the cover the tunnel provided, looking out over the barren vista bordered with green. They were miles from anywhere vaguely civilized - miles from putting any innocents in danger - which was just as well. Barely ten seconds after they had stepped from the safety of Hephaestus' lair, the sky flickered dark for a long moment, and a woman appeared in front of them. Tall, dark-haired, her silver eyes holding more than just a warning, her gaze focused on the blade in Dean's hand. A cruel smile twisted her lips. "Throw down the Scythe and leave quietly, Dean Winchester, and I won't kill your little woman."
"I don't think so," Dean said, only gripping the blade tighter in his fingers, a grim look on his face. He wasn't going to be intimidated into handing over their best chance at defeating Hades and his minions, no matter how much she threatened them. "Right, and I'm supposed to trust you," he told her sarcastically.
"I'm talking, aren't I?" Persephone pointed out with mild irritation. "My husband would simply have attacked, but I have no real wish to kill Zeus' favorite pets. Perhaps you could even join us. Your family would be protected when we take over."
Beside Dean, Nim rolled her eyes, wondering if all Olympians got a crash course in posturing, or if it was something they inherited from their Titan forebears.
"Your husband," Dean echoed, dubiously. "You mean the son of a bitch who abducted and raped you and then made a deal with your mother so that he could hold you hostage half the year. I'm familiar with the story," Dean replied. "Here's a newsflash for you, sister. We aren't on anyone's side, except our own. That's humanity to you. I couldn't care less who wins your little spat. We're fighting for the survival of the human race. You had your shot. You blew it. Now it's our turn."
"You mortals and your myths." Persephone laughed, shaking her head. "It is just a story. I know the truth well enough, and I do not need to explain that to you." Without warning, her hand flicked out, casting a surge of crackling energy - almost like lightning - toward Nim.
Dean didn't hesitate to react. There were two choices open to him - he could either step in front of that bolt of energy in hopes of absorbing it in Nim's place, while knocking her out of the way, or he could take advantage of the distraction Nim provided and go after Persephone with the blade. Since they had already discussed the possibilities and decided beforehand what choice he would make, he lunged for Persephone while she was distracted by Nim, raising the blade and swinging it toward her with the intention to separate her head from her shoulders. He just hoped his wife was wary and quick enough to get the hell out of the way.