Episode: Season 8 - Sacrifice Pt. 2 

After a short lecture to Kevin on duty, we finally managed to get him to start translating our newest tablet - the angel one. It took some time and admittedly, it was already nightfall by the time he called us back but Kevin was finally able to crack it. Well, at least part of it. He was just about to translate for us when she showed up - Naomi. My mind went berserk over worry for Sam - we were running out of time here. I tuned her out as these thoughts ran rampant in my head until finally, something she said caught my attention.

"I want nothing more than to see you shut the Gates of Hell, but I told you that you could trust me. If Sam completes those trials, he is going to die," she told us with tears in her eyes.

I felt all the air leave my lungs with those simple words, almost like someone had punched me in the gut. But Dean was the first to speak.

"What are you talking about?" he asked her, his voice hard.

"I saw it in Metatron's head," Naomi went on to explain, "It was always God's intention - the ultimate sacrifice."

My eyes widened a fraction, unable to breathe in that moment. No. No, no, no, no! It wasn't possible - this couldn't be! I couldn't - we couldn't - lose Sammy. She disappeared after that and I shook my head in shock. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen and I gasped at the agony of it, doubling over. I bit my lower lip so hard so as not to cry out that I tasted the copper tang of blood on my tongue.

"Hey, you okay?" Dean suddenly asked in concern, hand coming to rest on my lower back.

I shrugged him off as the pain subsided, nodding as I straightened up, "Yeah, I'm fine. But what about Sammy, Dean?"

"She's lying," Cas insisted, interrupting us.

"Take us to him," Dean bit out.

"Dean-" Castiel started but he cut him off abruptly.

"Take us to him now!"

As soon as Cas dropped us off, we ran into the church. Inside, Sam was just getting ready to give Crowley the last dose. But my only concern was for my friend...my best friend.

"Easy there, okay? Just take it easy. We got a slight change of plan," Dean was telling him.

"What?" Sam asked, confused as he held the needle dangerously close to Crowley's neck, "What's going on? Where's Cas?"

"Metatron lied, Sammy. Okay?" I explained, fear creeping into my voice.

"You finish the Trial, you're dead, Sam," Dean finished for me.

Sam looked taken aback, eyes wide as the words soaked in.

But he only shook his head in response before taking a step closer to us, "So? Look at him. Look at him! Look how close we are! Other people will die if I don't finish this!"

"Think about it. Think about what we know, huh? Pulling souls from hell, curing demons, ganking a Hellhound! We have enough knowledge on our side to turn the tide here. But I can't do it without you,"

"You can barely do it with me. I mean, you think I mess up everything I try. You think I need a chaperone, remember?"

Dean sighed, "Come on, man, that's not what I meant,"

"No, it's exactly what you meant. You want to know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was?... It was how many times I let you down," Sam confessed, his voice almost breaking on the last word, "I can't do that again. What happens when you've decided I can't be trusted again? I mean, who are you gonna turn to next time instead of me? Another angel, another - another vampire? Do you have any idea what it feels like to watch your brother just-"

I bit my lip, feeling my heart shattering a the words spilling from his mouth to his big brother, the one he'd always idolized above all others.

"Hold on, just hold on! You seriously think that? Because none of it - none of it - is true," Dean snapped suddenly, cutting him off, "Listen, man, I know we've had our disagreements, okay? I know I've said some junk that set you back on your heels. But, Sammy, come on,"

My eyes flicked between both brothers, anxiety rising up inside of me at watching them fight like this.

"I killed Benny to save you. I'm willing to let this demon and all the others that killed mom walk because of you. Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that... I'm begging you,"

Dean's words brought hot tears to my eyes as I watched the two of them before finally, Sam spoke.

"How do I stop?" he asked his big brother in a broken voice, for a brief moment remind me of the children we'd once been all those years ago, making pillow-forts in the hotels, playing in the sandbox, Dean naming himself 'King of the Playground'.

"Just let it go,"

"I can't. It's in me, Dean. You don't know what this feels like,"

"Hey, listen to me," Dean began as he pulled an old bandanna out of his back pocket to bind the wound on Sam's hand, "We will figure it out, okay? Just like we always do. Come on, come on. You let it go, okay? Let it go, brother."

He pulled him in for a hug then and I smiled through brimming tears at the both of them, heart soaring in my chest at them finally making up. But one question remained locked in my head: could Dean forgive me for my own past transgressions

Sam began to heal at that moment and we all shared smiles, overjoyed. It happened then - all at once. Water trickled down my legs and I gasped as it dribbled onto the carpet. A white-hot pain seared through my stomach then and I cried out in agony just as Sam did the same.

"I got the both of you, you're gonna be just fine," Dean assured us as he helped us out of the church and over to the Impala.

We sat down on the muddy, wet ground, backs pressed against the slippery metal of Baby. Sam began to gasp for air and I choked back a whimper as the searing pain came again in waves. Dean called out to the sky for our angel friend but to no avail. No one was listening.

I moaned in pain, "Dean! Dean, something's wrong. It doesn't feel right... It shouldn't be this early..."

He was about to respond when suddenly, the night sky above us lit up brilliantly, like fireworks going off on the 4th of July.

"Parker... Parker, hold on!" Dean said urgently.

But as the bright lights of the angels falling to Earth twinkled up above like falling starts, my eyes began to dim. I didn't even notice the growing stain of crimson on the edges of my dress, warm blood trickling down the skin of my legs. 

The sound of Dean's panicked voice calling my name in the distance barely reached my ears as my whole world faded to black.

Note: So that concludes Season 8! I have around 8 episodes or so I'm going to write for Season 9 so it's gonna be shorter since I didn't have as many ideas but there is going to be a LOT that happens so please stay tuned for that! :)