Zachariah's polite, corporate facade disappeared. He didn't even look at Henry as he stepped back into the shadows and waved a hand.
"Well, boys," Zachariah said. "Take care of this abomination."
The four angels moved in together, angel blades appearing in their hands.
Henry stayed where he was. "Sam, Dean, get as far away from me as possible. Right now."
Dean grabbed Sam by the jacket and pulled him toward the shattered diner windows. "Come on."
Sam glanced back at Henry but followed his brother.
Henry raised his right hand. A familiar hilt appeared in his palm — no blade, just the hilt itself, floating above his hand as he held it in place with his power.
"I'm going to grill some angel feathers."
His eyes flashed blue. The hilt shot forward. Something invisible struck the first angel across the throat, then changed direction and passed through all four of them.
The angels stopped. Their blades dropped as white light spilled from their wounds, and one after another their vessels collapsed onto the asphalt.
Zachariah stared at the bodies. "What the—"
He raised his hand to teleport. Henry was already in front of him. Electricity crawled over his fist as he grabbed Zachariah by the throat, current running through the angel's vessel, disrupting the escape.
"Have a nice flight."
Henry threw him upward. Zachariah shot into the night sky and vanished into the clouds.
Dean stepped out from behind the diner. "Okay. That was new."
Sam looked at the four dead angels, then toward the sky where Zachariah had disappeared. "He's going to be pissed."
"Yeah. I got that feeling."
[Four angels killed. Earned 120 SP.]
[Earned 2 Uncommon Gacha.]
Henry ignored the notifications. He had more important things to worry about.
"So, I have one doubt. Why did those angels look like they wanted something from me?" Dean asked. "I got the feeling they came here for us."
"Can we talk about this in the car? We need to leave as soon as possible."
"Yeah, about that," Dean said. "The car's in Ilchester, Maryland. So we're gonna have to use public transportation."
"No. We're going to get it."
Henry placed a hand on Dean and another on Sam. Before either could ask what he was doing, the world blurred, and a moment later they appeared outside the church in Ilchester, Maryland. The Impala was still parked where they'd left it.
Dean stared at the car. "Well, I thought I left her here."
He climbed into the driver's seat. Sam got in beside him while Henry took the back seat.
"We should get out of here," Henry said. "I'm getting a creepy feeling from this place."
Dean started the engine and pulled away. They drove in silence for a few minutes before Dean glanced at Henry in the rearview mirror.
"All right. Tell me. Why am I important to the angels?"
Henry looked at him. "What I'm about to say might hurt you, but you need to listen carefully."
Dean's expression turned serious. "Okay. I'm listening."
Henry leaned forward from the back seat. "You know how demons need meat suits to walk around on Earth? Angels need vessels too. But an archangel can't just use any human. Their grace is too powerful. The vessel has to be someone capable of holding it without being burned to ash."
Dean's grip tightened on the wheel. "And what does that have to do with me?"
"You're not just some hunter to them, Dean. Heaven has a name for you. They call you the Michael Sword. You're Michael's true vessel — the one person who can say yes and actually contain the Archangel Michael."
Dean gave a bitter laugh. "So let me get this straight. The angels are letting the Apocalypse happen so their boss can use me as a glorified meat suit and fight Lucifer?"
"Exactly. They want you to say yes to Michael. Then he takes over, finds Lucifer, and they have their big final fight."
"And I'm guessing that's supposed to save the world?"
"No. Their fight would destroy a huge part of it."
Sam had been quiet in the passenger seat, staring through the windshield. He turned around. "Henry. If Michael needs Dean... who does Lucifer need?"
Henry hesitated. He already knew Sam wouldn't like the answer. "It's the same thing from the other side. Michael's the older brother who followed his father's orders. Lucifer was the younger brother who rebelled against him."
Sam's face went pale. "So you're saying..."
"If Dean is Michael's true vessel, then you're Lucifer's."
The Impala swerved as Dean jerked the wheel. He corrected the car and looked at Henry through the mirror. "That is bullshit! Sam is not housing the Devil."
"That's why Ruby wanted you," Henry said. "She wasn't just trying to get Sam to break the final seal. She was getting him ready to say yes to Lucifer."
Sam stared at him. "And the angels?"
"They need Dean. The demons need you, Sam. Both sides are going to keep pushing until you agree to become their vessels."
Dean's expression hardened. "So that's why they can't just kill us."
"Exactly. You're both too important to them alive or dead. They need you to say yes."
Sam looked down at his hands. "So as long as we don't say yes, they can't possess us?"
"Not the way they need to," Henry said. "But don't mistake that for safety. Those guys will do whatever it takes to make you both say yes."
Dean's eyes returned to the road. "Well, that's just great."
*****
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