Book One: Hunter's Moon

Chapter Two: It's Not the End of the World

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

The white light, the shaking and rumbling and the piercing, shrieking high-pitch screeching that was what they could perceive of an archangel's true voice faded. And everything was suddenly still. And quiet. Blessedly so.

"Okay, what the hell just happened?" demanded the short blonde looking around wildly, staggering upright, her hand clenched tight around the arm of a tall, lanky brunette.

"Not the Apocalypse?" suggested her companion hopefully after a long moment, taking in the room in front of them, "I mean, look Dee—no blood, no Ruby, no Lilith, no Devil."

"Yeah, okay, but how? If that back there wasn't some biblical end of days, herald of woe shit back there then, I repeat, what the hell just happened?"

"Maybe someone stopped it. The angels?"

"Those dicks with wings? Yeah, not likely, Sammie."

"What about Castiel?" suggested Sam.

"She doesn't have the juice to take care of this thing. If she could've you know she would've, and—" Dee broke off and cleared her throat a little, not looking her sister in the eye, "And she was too busy keeping the other angels off our backs."

Sam's face crumbled, Castiel wasn't coming back from a confrontation with heaven's upper echelons and if Deanna had let her try—

"Dee, I'm—"

"If you know what's good for you Samantha you will shut the fuck up right now," Dee growled, stalking out the doors of the convent chapel, the demon killing knife still clenched in her fist.

And Sam knew better than to push. She'd screwed up. She'd been so stupid. So sure she was doing the right thing.

"The road to hell is paved with good intentions," she murmured to herself.

"Yeah, friggin' literally," spat Deanna, the clack of her boot-heels echoing menacingly in the empty halls.

The completely empty halls.

"Dee," Sam said, "The demon meat-suits. They're gone."

"Great, less work for us."

"Deanna just stop for a second, there is something seriously freaky going on here!"

"Yeah, what's going on here is that either someone cancelled the Apocalypse or we somehow survived the Devil coming down to friggin' Maryland. Either way, we've gotta re-group. Talk to Bobby. Find out what's going on."

Dee burst out into the cool grey afternoon, pulling her phone out of her jacket and hitting the speed dial as she took the steps two at a time. The phone rang three times and then clicked to let Dee know someone had picked up.

"Singer's Auto-Salvage," answered a gruff, and very distinctly male voice.

That threw Deanna for a loop, and she pulled up short.

"Uh, hey can I talk to Bobby?" she asked, hoping against hope that her pseudo-aunt was just entertaining company since the world was about to end.

And that was something she'd never hoped before because, frankly, the thought of Bobby having sex kinda freaked her out.

"This is Bobby," grumbled the guy on the other end.

"No I mean the, uh, other Bobby. The lady who owns the yard. Roberta Flemming."

"Darlin' I've owned this yard my whole damn life, and there ain't nobody named Roberta that lives 'round here. You've got yourself a wrong number."

And there was another click as the line disconnected.

"What was that?" asked Sam, brows pulled together in obvious worry.

"Beats the hell outta me," said Dee, "Some guy answered Bobby's phone, says he's never hear of her and hung up on me."

"That doesn't make any sense," Sam pointed out.

"Yeah, no shit," huffed Dee, running a hand through her mess of hair, "Something is going on here. Something weird."

"Weirder than the Apocalypse?" asked Sam.

"Looks like it."

Sam considered the church before her, turning in a slow circle. No one would ever believe that this slightly creepy abandoned convent was the entrance to Lucifer's Cage. No one would ever believe that that Cage had been opening not even five minutes ago.

"I don't get it," she said out loud, more to herself than Deanna, "The Cage was opening. I kickstarted the friggin' Apocalypse but everything just looks normal."

"Yeah, well, no offense Sammie, but I'm not gonna stick around to look this particular horse in the mouth. Just in case," she started out towards the sounds of the road, "Where'd you and the demon bitch park your ride? Closer to the road."

"No we parked right out…front," Samantha trailed off frowning, whipping her head around, looking for the, very obvious, orange and black car he and Ruby had pulled up in, "Where's the car? It should be right there."

"Maybe the bitch moved it," suggested Dean.

"No, Ruby was too busy egging me on and then praising me for being a gullible idiot while she gloated obnoxiously to go out and move the car. And after that we ganked her pretty decisively."

"Yeah that right there, pretty much made my year," said Dee, "Alright so, not Ruby. Then maybe the demon meat wasn't as, y'know, meaty as they looked."

"So they all hopped into a stolen car?" said Sam raising a skeptical brow.

Even Deanna had to admit that was a little far-fetched.

"Well what else do you think could've happened Sam? There has to be an explanation."

"I dunno Dee, something doesn't feel right."

"Yeah well, maybe all that demon blood upset your poor tummy," hissed Dee, continuing to follow the gravel drive in front of the convent out to the road.

That made Samantha stop in her tracks, because she couldn't feel the demon blood in her anymore. There was no residual headache from the psychic energy it took to ice Lilith and she was desperate for a hit or shaking with withdrawal symptoms.

"Dee! The demon blood!" Sam said, wide-eyed.

Deanna turned, a dark menace in her eyes at the very mention of Ruby's poison of choice.

"It's gone," Sam said, "I can't feel it in me, and I can't feel its absence the way I usually can when I run through the juice it gives me."

That gave her sister pause.

"You mean you're what? Clean?"

"I don't know. Maybe? I—I think so. I feel, I don't know. Clear-headed. More like myself than I've felt in a long time."

Dee scowled darkly at nothing, turning and walking away again.

"Well, at least that's something. C'mon Sammie. We're blowing this pop-stand. We've gotta find some answers."

AN: So who likes Samantha and Deanna? Please take the time to drop a review on your way out and let me know what you think.