Memory for dagaz

[mini_dean]

It was like watching his life pass before him through a camera lens. He could feel the power of the archangel in his body as Michael took over every inch. He let Ben watch - wanting the human to know just what he was doing to save the world.

Lucifer stood on the other side of the graveyard, wearing Sam Winchester to the battle. Sam was in a perfectly white suit with a red rose at the lapel. He hadn't aged a minute from what Ben remembered of the man as a child, and they were probably the same age physically at this point.

"Looks like you finally found a contestant," Lucifer said, a smirk on his lips. "I was beginning to wonder if you were even trying, brother."

"I never left, Lucifer." Ben heard his voice, but he hadn't said it. His accent was gone, and there was no emotion to the words. "The boy needed to grow up before he was ready."

"He looks very grown up to me. Just like his daddy."

"Dean Winchester's blood does not run in this vessel."

Lucifer looked closer, and Ben knew what was confusing him. Ben and Dean had always looked alike, but the confirmation stung a bit. But the why's in his head would go unanswered as Lucifer just chuckled. "Could have fooled me. The boy is his twin."

"It does not matter what he looks like. What matters is that is it time. Your time on Earth is over."

The smirk on Sam Winchester's face grew and a silver sword appeared in his hand. "You were never one for small talk. But if it's a fight you want, brother, you will get one. This is my garden now."

There was a ripping sensation inside of him as Ben felt energy focus and flow out of his arm. A moment later a matching sword appeared in his hand. "No, it is ours."

The apocalyptic battle of the brothers started, and it was hard to follow as both moved at dizzying speeds. but the pain was very prominent. Each time Lucifer's sword sliced into his skin, he could feel the burning fire of Hell flicker into his body. The burning didn't stop, eating it's way right at him until his very soul was in pain and screaming at the angel to stop. He had thought he had known pain before, but this... this was unthinkable. he could feel his skin turning to ash and the muscles drying and straining with each move. Bones exposed and burning still black.

But they didn't stop. He couldn't stop watching, even as his soul writhed in agony from the burning hellfire. He saw Lucifer's blade stab into his stomach, and at the same time, the blade he was holding went right into Sam's heart.

The devil screamed, dropping his sword to the ground covered in Ben's own blood. It's weird, but he focused on it for just a moment and saw the blood steaming and sizzling on the blade as it fell. He could smell the burnt flesh, the ash and fire... and then the white light burned from his hand against Sam Winchester's skull.

And then Sam was dead. Lucifer was dead. And Ben knew it was only a matter of time before he joined them on the ground of the cemetery in Lawrence.

I promised you that I would rebuild your body, Benjamin.

Not much left to work with. It was hard to think as the burning kept eating away at his body. It had hit the point where he actually didn't feel it anymore. He barely felt anything, except for the sensation that he was slipping away.

There is enough. You will be rebuilt from the ashes.

Do me a favor?

What is it you wish me to do?

I'm tired of looking like him. Can you let me look... a bit like my mom? Male, of course. Just, more like her and less like him?

There was a moment of silence. Yes, that can be done. I will make changes to make sure you have everything you want. And need. For the future. Is that acceptable?

Yes.

This is going to hurt, but you will find peace in it. Thank you, Benjamin Braeden.

No problem.

And as Michael left the vessel, the pain returned triple fold as the angel's grace that was holding the body together disappeared. Ben felt himself fall to his knees, and as his body fell forward his consciousness disappeared into the cloud of ash that his body became.