Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 5

99 Problems: Final Part

Dean never came back until early the next morning. You were afraid he died or had gotten seriously hurt when he stumbled into the motel room with blood all over his hands.

"What the hell, are you okay?" you ask as you check for signs of injury.

"I'm fine. It's—it's not my blood. Paul's dead."

"What?!" Sam gasps.

"Jane shot him."

"It's starting," Castiel comments from the couch.

No matter how much water you gave him last night, he still is a little bit wasted.

"What's starting? Where the hell have you been?"

"On a bender."

"Did he—did you say 'on a bender'?"

"Yeah. He's still pretty wasted," you wave it off.

"It is not of import. We need to talk about what's happening here."

"I'm all ears," Dean says and washes the blood off his hands.

"Well, for starters, Leah is not a real prophet," you reveal.

"Well, what is she, exactly?" the elder brother asks as he wipes his hands and takes a seat by the coffee table.

"The whore," the angel says.

"Wow. Cas, tell us what you really think."

"She rises when Lucifer walks the earth. 'And she shall come, bearing false prophecy'," he reads from the book in front of him. "This creature has the power to take a human's form and read minds. Book of Revelation calls her 'the Whore of Babylon'."

"The real Leah was probably killed months ago," you sigh.

"What about the demons attacking the town?" Dean asks.

"They're under her control."

"And the Enochian exorcism?"

"Fake. It actually means, 'you, um, breed with the mouth of a goat'," he snickers. No one else is laughing, and he immediately stops. "It's funnier in Enochian."

"So the demons smoking out is just a con? Why? What's the endgame?"

"What you just saw—innocent blood spilled in God's name."

"You heard all that heaven talk. She manipulates people," Sam sighs.

"To slaughter and kill and sing preppy little hymns. Awesome," Dean scoffs.

"Her goal is to condemn as many souls to hell as possible. And it's just beginning. She's well on her way to dragging this whole town into the pit."

"Alright. Then, how do we go Pimp of Babylon all over this bitch?"

"I got just the thing. Wait here," Castiel leaves without warning.

He comes back seconds later with a stake and sets it on the table.

"The whore can be killed with that. It's a stake made from a cypress tree in Babylon."

"Great. Let's ventilate her," Dean smiles.

"It's not that easy."

"Of course, it isn't," you sigh.

"The whore can only be killed by a true Servant of Heaven."

"Servant like—"

"Not you," the angel cuts off your boyfriend. "Or me. Sam, of course, is an abomination. We'll have to find someone else."