#unholy plot summary

[theloyalson]

Michael's ever-so present luck only seems to get better. There seems to be a new addition to the town of Bigfork, MT -- and that new addition is less than satisfactory, as far as Michael's concerned. With the presence of Leviathan in town, as well as many other monsters that Michael can't exactly seem to name, and with his Grace still woefully compromised, a mostly human Michael is struggling to stay alive. He still has thousands of years of Host training under his belt and a quick mind when it comes to battle (actually, that seems to be the only time he has a quick mind), neither of which help him when he stumbles upon his younger brother, Samandriel, attempting to ward off a growing number of the large beasts. A quick fight takes place between the two angels and the ancient monsters, wounding both Michael and Samandriel before Samandriel manages to teleport them to some rag-tag, abandoned barn near the outskirts of town. That's all well and fine and dandy, but not even Michael has a clue to what they should do if the Leviathan decide to come looking for them: as Samandriel's got a broken wing and one of them decided to take a nice, big chomp out of Michael's side. And while everybody knows that wounds do hurt, Michael will be the first to attest to the fact that they hurt a hell of a lot more when you're human. (see: gone fishing) And if that weren't enough, his younger sister Anna is back in town -- which makes for a bit of an awkward family reunion, seeming the last time he's seen her, he burnt her to a crisp. Literally. The bad blood continues to run strong between these two, with Anna completely done with the archangel's shit, and Michael, of course, equally as unimpressed with anything Anna says or does. ( x ) Michael runs into Lucifer again. The two squabble, per usual, before Michael decides that whatever he has to do at the church he works for is more important than quality time with his little brother, and he cuts the conversation short. Shocking, isn't it? ( x )

[bloodstainedwings]

After finding himself in Purgatory following Dick Roman's defeat, Castiel chose to stay in order to atone for his sins.  Content to stay and serve out his due penance, none could be more shocked than he when he suddenly found himself back on Earth bereft of Grace.  What could be responsible for such an atrocity, the angel wants to find and sort out so that he can rightfully serve through his required time.  However, what he’s increasingly finding is that this won’t be a viable option, for it is not only Earth facing turmoil, and his presence might be required.

Castiel felt lucky to have found another angel soon after his return, though Samandriel has so far been unable to answer all of Castiel’s most urgent questions.  He has, however, introduced him to current affairs with the news that Michael, too, is back without Grace.  He further proved helpful by bringing the flightless angel to Bigfork, the evident centre of events.  From here, Castiel plans to glean the rest of what’s going on, though may be unprepared for it.  His decided starting place is the Winchesters, and he has asked Samandriel for help in locating them. {Far To Go}

Later, after finally locating Dean’s motel room, Castiel contented himself to wait out for the hunter to return inside.  However, by virtue of his uninvited presence, he inadvertently surprised Dean, starting them out on the wrong foot.  Tensions are high, and all Castiel has gotten so far is shock anew at the fact that Dean has turned angel and that the dreaded and mythical "aethyrs" are going on.  Though he knows only little of what they entail, he understands enough to know that God is dead.  Never having anticipated such a bombshell, the one word has completely shattered the ground beneath Castiel’s feet, for he now knows he is looking at Doomsday. {Chains Keep Us Together}

[demononyourshoulder]

After an intelligence trip into Hell, Ruby returned from her 2 month vacation back home to find that the game board had changed quite a bit. For both herself, and everyone else it would seem. The rain is nothing short of biblical, there are more angels and demons prowling around, and as usual, the Winchester's are smack in the middle of it. 

Knowing that Crowley had already taken care of the hard part for her (convincing Sam it was a good... no, the only plan, walking into Hell to take the seat from Lucifer himself), Ruby planned on taking a few moments alone to figure out her next course of action over her favorite human delicacy--french fries from the local diner. But in the midst of her deviousness working overtime, her plotting was interrupted by Sky, who had quite a bit to share with the demon regarding the end game for the apocalypse 2.0, and some 'friendly advice' to give out. Hardly one to listen to outside sources, Ruby was quick to brush her off at first, but in the end, the demon came around. After all, what was the point in putting yourself in a position to be queen of Hell if there would be no more Hell to run? But maybe even more important than the knowledge she'd gained from their conversation, Sky had given her a gift of sorts. A calling card in the form small chunk of thread, spun from the loom of the fate herself. Cut it, and you get some face time with a fate. Talk about a hard to find piece of supernatural memorabilia, and Ruby is quite sure that it'll come in handy somewhere down the line...  

[Scene - Shake Senora]

After her conversation with Sky, and with the gears in her head grinding with possibility for Sam, Ruby's next stop was the warehouse he'd taken up living in. It wasn't exactly hard to find with a trail of dead demons leading right to his door (figuratively speaking), and with Sam's appetite completely insatiable at the time, it lined up perfectly with her new plan. Knowing it was only a matter of time before Lucifer caught wind regarding what she was up to, or before Crowley started to try interfering, Ruby offered to cure Sam's appetite problem in exchange for a little protection. The blood spell would bind them together, mixing her blood permanently into his system to quench his appetite, while linking her to Sam for all of eternity. Not just this lifetime, or the next, but all of them, his soul and her corruption bound together, ensuring that if someone decided they were going to get fiesty with her, they'd bring Sam right down along with her... and making her practically untouchable. But what effect will human blood already tainted with the blood of a fallen angel have on a demon? Now that's a good question.

[Scene - Follow You Down]

But even with her tie to Sam cemented firmly in place, Ruby's still got other allies to win over before she's ready to start leading Sam down the path of a becoming a future King. Enter Judas, more commonly known as Tim, a long time acquaintance of the demon. Luckily for Ruby, he seems just as eager to partner up with her as she is with him, and given his knack for buying up information and selling it off to the highest bidder, the demon wants him in her corner very badly. Right now, they're only starting their negotiations, and depending on how well they go, it's possible she might throw in something a little extra, as a gesture of good faith... just to sweeten the pot a bit.

[Chat - Judas and Ruby]

[kickitintheassandontmiss-blog]

Then:

Carthage, Missouri.  Barricaded in a hardware store with her daughter and the Winchesters.  Hellhounds sniffing around the building but unable to pass the thick lines of halite piled in front of door jambs and window lintels.  Demons were swarming, Reapers were in by the dozens…and the Devil was in town.

Jo had been ravaged earlier in the middle of the street and it was all Ellen could do to keep herself sane by tending her daughters wounds.  They both knew Jo wouldn’t be leaving that building alive.  Ellen had just grown very skilled at denial in the past twenty-two years.

The two truths she held on to that entire day were that the Winchester boys needed to get out of that store and find the Devil.  Bring all this nonsense to a screeching halt.  The other was that she was not leaving her baby girl here to die alone.  It was a good thing she’d made the choice to stay, otherwise that homemade bomb would never have gone off.

The Winchesters would never have escaped.

And Ellen would never have been able to say good-bye to her only child.

Now:

Softness.  Warmth.  Light.  Everything good in the universe swirled around and through her, and every note of joy sounded in her eyes when Jo laughed.  When Bill’s rich, warm laughter provided a baritone counterpoint.

Everything was completeness.  Happiness. She had her little family and it was good.

A blink of an eye, a twirl of a wheel, the roll of a divine thumb and forefinger to pull a flicker of gold and all of Ellen’s light and joy became howling darkness and icy needles driving into her skin. 

Needles which turned out to be biblical level rain and a tiny girl who claimed to be Clotho, one of the Fates.  The strange ache in her teeth, the only thing Clotho (now called Sky) could find that wasn’t splattered with pieces of hellhound, was a side effect of her resurrection (and apparently time had been rewound as she found herself significantly younger in body than when she’d blown herself to bits) because guess what?  The world is ending.  Again.

God is dead and the Winchesters are smack dab in the middle of Armageddon for a second time.  Apparently, the Fate felt Ellen Harvelle could lend a hand, and what else was family for? Those boys were practically kin.  She wasn’t about to leave them swinging in the wind.  Not when there was something she could do.  She just needed a little more information and then to find the boys, and find out what the hell was taking them so long!

[thefirstsister]

Then; Just getting on with the business of getting on with business, Sky noticed that something was seriously fucked up the moment her threads started to flicker in and out of existence.  No threads meant - no future, meant something was screwed somewhere along the line.  So a bit of poking around and news that the big Cahoona was suddenly gone - leaving big fat god-shaped omniscient, omnipotent boots to fill.  Otherwise, bye bye reality.  Bye bye all realities.

Responsible for the vast majority of resurrections, Sky has been trying to garner a force that would be strong enough to avert this potential disaster - and where better to start than the kids who managed to stop the last impending apocalypse?

Now; The ranks are still disparate and bickering and separate.  All having their own agendas relating to the unraveling Aethyrs.  She's doing her best to stay out of things, but the low profile couldn't last forever and she's beginning to stick her head above the proverbial parapet.  If anything gets wind of what she's been up to, then she's probably in for an utter shitstorm, but that was moot if everything was going to come crashing to a sudden stop anyway... Sooo...

The Aethyrs seem to be glitching the Fate's own mojo too - or maybe it's the effort of bringing back a lot of things that had no right to still exist - humans, angels, archangels... Not exactly an easy task.  So there's a new set of problems to deal with on a personal front... Getting tired for one... The glitch when bringing back Ellen Harvelle, recreating the woman as her younger self.  And trying to figure out what the hell (no pun intended) was going on with her old friend, the archangel Lucifer. 

All while trying to get the little anti-armageddon army to pack up their shit and get with the friggin' program...

[thewittyrejoinder-blog]

She was resurrected, brought back without a cause or a notion of why. Who exactly she had to thank for this new lease on life she didn’t have a clue, but now she was upright, walking and talking she quickly slipped back into old tricks. A girls gotta make a living somehow and starting from scratch was something Bela was going to have to deal with if she wanted to live the life she was used to.

Lucifer got in contact with her about an important job she was to help him with. Rings; Four of them. Stashed all round, in places of sentimentality by her old rival Dean Winchester. She took the archangel up on his job offer but not before laying out a few ground rules. Bela Talbot was a business woman, and she rarely (if ever) did anything out of the goodness of her little black heart. She agreed to help him but only if there was something in it for her. Lucifer told her with each ring he had in his possession, he could gift her with power and that in the meantime he would show her the path to gaining control and harnessing a darkness that had already started to manifest deep within.

Her quest started off well, and she found the first ring without a hitch. It was stashed where Lucifer had suggested; in a place of pain, sorrow and distress. It was the final resting place of Dean and Sam’s half-brother Adam Milligan (well it was where the ghouls that eat him stuffed his body before his brothers gave him a good hunter’s send-off). She snatched pestilence’s prized trinket and vamoosed from Windom before she was spotted, leaving Minnesota in her rear window and vowing not to return.

The second leg of her journey didn’t go down as well as the first. Ruby, some arrogant little hell spawn with a smart-mouth had also been set on the trail of the rings and boy did she kick up a fuss when Bela presented herself as Satan’s wing-woman. Bela decided upon a plan. Gain the bitches trust and once she was in, rob the blonde when she wasn’t looking. However, the demon was the clever sort, so perhaps swindling a demon was going to be a harder job than she was used to. Humans were easy. Evil soul-sucking whores of hell..not so much.

Once an alliance was made she returned to Lucifer with a progress report, handing the ring to Lucifer to gain her first taste of the fresh new power he had to offer her. He also let her in on a few secrets to speed along the process of her transgression to the ‘dark side’. He suggested becoming a sinner, indulging in iniquity, covetousness, debauchery – the whole 9 (or seven if were to use the deadly sins as metaphors). For bela Talbot, that would be easy. Up the ante with the theft, murder, sex and violence, a few extra blood rituals a week and taking up the dark arts and voilà, we got ourselves a winner!

However, her path was cut off before she could even begin. She got a package in the mail – well..quite a few actually. Plush toys and a not so plush sex toy arrived to stall her. Whoever was behind this was going to get the beating of a lifetime. She tracked him down. A southern guy named Ash, was responsible. She contemplated killing the son of a bitch but instead she decided to use him. The spirits had told her he was also one of the many resurrected and of course, he was associated with the Winchester morons. Figures. Instead of snuffing him out she decided to pump him for information as well as a little extra on the side. Hell, a girls gotta start her sex-capades somewhere.

Amidst her affair with Ash, she had also found another charming man who happened to take her fancy - Balthazar; an English gentleman who she invited back to her place for drinks. Little did she know, he was in actual fact an angel who had been watching her and protecting her from afar. Her keenness for Balthazar was a threat to the grand plan as he could have the potential to coax her to the path of light and veer away from her slippery slope that lead all the way back to hell and demon-hood.

Regardless now that she was well and truly back on the horse and had a little more Intel on dumb and dumbest, she decided to pay the boys a little visit when she was free and see just what they were up to. She came across no Winchester men but she did happen upon Sam’s book of scratchings that read like riddles and spoke of Aethyrs and the resurrections of the dead. Before she could successfully bag it and skedaddle though another Winchester appeared with a gun to her head and a snotty attitude to boot. Mary Winchester, the boy’s mother. Momma bear had come to the rescue and boy was she pissed. Now with a Glock to her head and a hormonal Winchester demanding answers, how the hell as Bela going to Houdini her way out of this one?