Angel - Supernatural

5x21 - Two Minutes To Midnight

"I took a bus. Don't worry, I—" She falls to the floor, coughing.

"Well, look at that. An occupied vessel, but powerless. Oh, that's fascinating. There's not a speck of angel in you, is there?" Pestilence studies her.

Castiel grabs Sam's knife and cuts off Pestilence's ring finger and pinky finger.

"Oh!"

"Maybe just a speck" Castiel comments.

"It doesn't matter. It's too late" Pestilence tells them.

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Bobby's House

"well, it's nice to actually score a home run for once, ain't it? What?" Bobby asks.

"Last thing pestilence said 'it's too late'" Sam tells him.

"He get specific?" Bobby asks.

"No"

"We're just a little freaked out that he might have left a bomb somewhere. So please tell us you have actual good news" Dean tells him.

"Chicago's about to be wiped off the map. Storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disaster. Three million people are gonna die" Bobby informs them.

"huh" Dean huffs.

"I don't understand your definition of good news" Castiel tells them.

"Well...death, the horseman – he's gonna be there. And if we can stop him before he kick-starts this storm, get his ring back—" Bobby explains.

"yeah, you make it sound so easy" Dean interrupts him.

"Hell, I'm just trying to put a spin on it"

"Well...Bobby, h-how'd you put all this together, anyways?" Sam asks.

"I had, you know...help" Bobby hesitates.

"Don't be so modest. I barely helped at all. Hello boys. Pleasure, et cetera. Go ahead. Tell them. There's no shame" Crowley interrupts them.

"Bobby? Tell us what?" Sam asks.

"World's gonna end. Seems stupid to get all precious over one little...soul" Bobby says.

"You sold your soul?" Dean asks Bobby.

"Oh, more like pawned it. I fully intend to give it back" Crowley tells them.

"Well, then give it back!" Dean snaps.

"I will"

"Now!"

"Did you kiss him?" Sam asks.

"Sam!" Dean snaps at him.

"Just wondering..." they both look to Bobby wondering if they kissed.

"No!" Bobby denies, but Crowley clears his throat showing his phone which has a picture of him and Bobby kissing on it. "Why'd you take a picture?"

"Why do you have to use tongue?"

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Bobby's Yard

"What's your problem?" Bobby asks Castiel.

"This is what they mean by 11th hour, right?" Castiel asks.

"Pretty much"

"Well, it's the 11th hour, and I am useless. All I have is this" Castiel waves a shotgun "What am I even supposed to do with it?"

"Point it and shoot" Bobby tells her.

"What I used to be—"

"Are you really gonna bitch – to me? Quit pining for the varsity ears...and load the damn truck" Bobby interrupts her.

"All right, well...good luck stopping the whole zombie apocalypse" Dean says.

"Yeah. Good luck killing Death" Sam tells him.

"Yeah"

"Remember when we used to just...hunt wendigos? How simple things were?" Sam asks.

"Not really"

"Well, um..." Sam pulls out Ruby's knife "...You might need this"

"Keep it." Crowley hands Dean a small scythe "Dean's covered. Death's own. Kills, golly, demons and angels and reapers and, rumor has it, the very thing itself"

"How did you get that?" Castiel asks him.

"Hello – King of the crossroads. So, shall we? Bobby, you just gonna sit there?"

"No, I'm gonna river dance"

"I suppose if you want to impress the ladies. Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. Really wasted that crossroads deal. Fact – you get more if you phrase it properly. So, I took the liberty of adding a teeny little sub-a clause on your behalf. What can I say? I'm an altruist. Just gonna sit there?" Crowley asks him.

Bobby gets out of his wheelchair "So of a bitch"

"Yes, I know. Completely worth your soul. I'm a hell of a guy"

"thanks"

"This is getting maudlin. Can we go?"

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Bobby's Van

"Yes to Lucifer. Then jump in the hole. It's an interesting plan" Castiel says.

"That's a word for it" Bobby comments.

"So? Go ahead and tell me it's the worst plan you ever heard" Sam tells her.

"Of course. I am happy to say that if that's what you want to hear. But it's not what I think" Castiel says.

"really?"

"You and Dean have a habit of exceeding my expectations. He resists Michael. Maybe you could resist Lucifer but there are things that you would need to know" Castiel tells him.

"Like?"

"Michael has found another vessel"

"What?"

"It's your brother Adam. You must have considered it" She tells him.

"We were trying not to" Sam admits.

"Sam...if you say yes to Lucifer and then fail...this fight will happen. And the collateral...it'll be immense. There's also the demon blood"

"What? What are you talking about?" Sam asks her.

"To take in Lucifer, it would be more than you've ever drunk" She informs him.

"But...why?"

"It strengthens the vessel. Keeps it from exploding"

"But the guy he's in now—"

"He's drinking gallons"

"And how is that not the worst plan you ever heard?" Bobby asks.

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Niveus Pharmaceuticals Warehouse

"Yup, they're loading up hotshots of Croatoan in the trucks. Okay. First truck doesn't leave for an hour. We get in, we plant the c-4 every 25 feet, then we pull the fire alarm" Bobby tells them.

"That truck is leaving" Castiel points to the truck.

"Balls! Okay, new plan"

**********

"Go! Go!" Bobby shouts.

"All clear" Sam is attacked by a Croatoan infected, Castiel shoots him with her shotgun.

"Actually, these things can be useful" She comments on the shotgun.

"Can we commit our act of domestic terrorism already? Let's go" Bobby tells them.

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Bobby's Yard

"Look, Sam's got a... darkness in him. I'm not saying he don't. but he's got a hell of a lot of good in him, too" Bobby tells Dean.

"I know"

"Then you know Sam will beat the devil...or die trying. That's the best we could ask for. So I got to ask, Dean. What exactly are you afraid of? Losing? Or losing your brother?"