There is a chain of events, Dean. One that has already been set up for you... one that has already been completed for me. It cannot be permitted to be completed anywhere else. I will not allow it. I didn't stop it here because I didn't understand what I could do, and how I could do it. The options I had.
[The screen goes fuzzy with static. Castiel gets brighter, all over, then with some apparent effort, dims.]
You haven't met Lillith yet, but you will. You don't know what Sam is capable of, but you will. She is evil, and she should be killed, but she cannot be permitted to die. Do not let Sam kill Lillith. You're the only one who can stop him. He will go to St. Mary's Convent in Massachusetts. You must go there first and stop him.
[Dean doesn't understand one out of every five words Castiel is saying - oh he knows they're English, but he doesn't know how they apply to him, but that's familiar by this point - and he doesn't like it. Doesn't like the implications on Sam, which automatically makes Dean bristle, especially coming from Castiel.
But this sounds like what he's also been charged with his entire life: watch out for Sam, because no one else will. He's the only one who can. Protect Sam.
So his lip curls instinctively but he marks the location anyway, even as he's typically pushing for more information.]
Man, c'mon, you gotta give me more than that. You can't drop something on me like that and then just leave it all cryptic. [He's had his fill of that. He can't help but hear John's voice even now - save Sam or kill Sam, one or the other.
[Well, that certainly gets Dean's attention focused; he clicks over into hunter mode. Castiel doesn't look so hot - he remembers the Overlook - and he doesn't know how much time he has, so Dean drops all the frills and asks point blank, rapid fire.]
Who is she? Is it just Sam killing her that does it or is it anyone? How does he kill her?
Everything else you'll learn in time. But there are pieces of the puzzle I didn't give you. Because I was stupid, or self-absorbed, or thought that the laid out history was correct, I don't know. But now everything will make sense in time.
[He can already tell that Castiel isn't going to tell him. He can hear it.
He was already having a hard time being calm, but now.]
No. No. No more of this cryptic "time will tell" destiny BULLSHIT. All you have to do is tell me. Right here, right now, straight out. All you have to do is tell me!
[The most apt way to describe it is Castiel flares - the screen bursts with white snow and there's an ear-bleedingly loud crackle of static which goes on for several seconds, before Castiel manages to wrangle himself back to something reasonable. Though there's definitely something bigger in his voice, something booming, a thousand times bigger than he appears.]
[Dean flinches, claps his free hand to his ear because he can't not, but he doesn't back down. This doesn't have as much to do with the fact there's a communicator between them as others might think.
He's still rubbing his ringing ear, glare undiminished, uncowed.]
Will it? And who gets to decide that, huh? Why the fuck would you tell me you know how the world ends and then not tell me all you can for how to stop it?
[Castiel has told him much worse things with far less fight; there's only one thing Dean can think of more terrible than standing by while Sam died, and he doesn't get the chance to stop himself from blurting it right out.]
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[The screen goes fuzzy with static. Castiel gets brighter, all over, then with some apparent effort, dims.]
You haven't met Lillith yet, but you will. You don't know what Sam is capable of, but you will. She is evil, and she should be killed, but she cannot be permitted to die. Do not let Sam kill Lillith. You're the only one who can stop him. He will go to St. Mary's Convent in Massachusetts. You must go there first and stop him.
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But this sounds like what he's also been charged with his entire life: watch out for Sam, because no one else will. He's the only one who can. Protect Sam.
So his lip curls instinctively but he marks the location anyway, even as he's typically pushing for more information.]
Man, c'mon, you gotta give me more than that. You can't drop something on me like that and then just leave it all cryptic. [He's had his fill of that. He can't help but hear John's voice even now - save Sam or kill Sam, one or the other.
Stop Sam.]
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Who is she? Is it just Sam killing her that does it or is it anyone? How does he kill her?
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I'm sorry.
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He was already having a hard time being calm, but now.]
No. No. No more of this cryptic "time will tell" destiny BULLSHIT. All you have to do is tell me. Right here, right now, straight out. All you have to do is tell me!
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This will be enough.
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He's still rubbing his ringing ear, glare undiminished, uncowed.]
Will it? And who gets to decide that, huh? Why the fuck would you tell me you know how the world ends and then not tell me all you can for how to stop it?
[Castiel has told him much worse things with far less fight; there's only one thing Dean can think of more terrible than standing by while Sam died, and he doesn't get the chance to stop himself from blurting it right out.]
Unless we can't stop it.