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Lucifer?”
    “Yes,” Sam said grimly. For Sam, that was the central dilemma.
    “Then you don’t know how Michael’s mind works. He’s going to defeat Lucifer, and then humiliate him. He’ll invent a new level of suffering even worse than Hell and stick Lucifer in it to wallow, and who do you think he’ll get to guard it ?” Don was seething now, almost spitting as he spoke. “I’m not going back to Hell. Not after living up here.”
    “And you know how to—”
    “Kill Lucifer entirely? Remove the need for there to even be a Hell? Yes.” Don was suddenly icy calm, which was somehow creepier than his anger. “I’m gonna give you boys a minute to wrap your brains around all this,” he added with a broad smile as he stood up. “Even angels have to pee.”
    * * *
    Sam watched Don disappear into the back hallway of the bar, uncertain if he should try to stop him. At this point, it didn’t seem like he was going to run off.
    “What the hell was that?” Dean asked, his hands at his temples. He didn’t handle information dumps well.
    “If it’s true—”
    “Of course it’s not true,” Dean interrupted. “You think something like that would slip Cass’s mind? That Michael isn’t even going to off Lucifer?”
    “He’s our friend, but he’s still an angel. He hasn’t always been honest with us before.” Sam knew that was hard for his brother to hear—Dean had been growing closer and closer to Cass since the angel had rebelled against Heaven.
    Dean squinted at Sam, stupefied. “You’re not considering this, are you? Some crazy comes up from Hell and has an offer that’s too good to be true? This sounding familiar?”
    “Is this about Ruby?” Sam asked pointedly. After all of the work the brothers had done to fix things between them, Sam’s relationship with Ruby was still a delicate subject. It would be off limits completely, if anything was off limits to Dean.
    “This is about us wanting to get off the hook, to throw the yoke off our backs and let somebody else pull the load.”
    Dean wasn’t entirely wrong, but that didn’t change the fact that they needed options. Before they met Don, their choices were either to accept Michael and Lucifer, or to let the world fall apart while they looked on.
    “It’s not just our Apocalypse,” Sam said. “If Bobby came to us with another way to end the war, you’d listen.”
    “Bobby’s different. Bobby’s human.”
    “Who’s Bobby?” a voice asked from behind them. It was Don, back from the bathroom. Looking refreshed, he held up his hand to the bartender. “A round for me and my two new friends.”
    The bartender threw a hardened, distrustful glance at Sam and Dean, then started to pour their beers.
    “Bobby ain’t on your radar, and he’s not gonna be,” Dean replied.
    Sam leaned toward Don cautiously, trying to extend an olive branch.
    “Say we believe you. Say we’re even willing to help you. What happens next? Why do you need a couple of humans?”
    “Because the book was written for humans,” Don responded, as if it was obvious.
    “The book?” Sam asked, confused. “I thought you heard this from Lucifer directly?”
    “That’s right. I heard about the book from Lucifer.”
    “And?” Dean asked, annoyed.
    “And what?”
    “And what is it?” Dean spat out, the words almost falling on top of each other.
    “A manual. A book of strategy, if you like, a... a war guide... A cheat sheet for the Apocalypse.”
    “Written by?” Dean demanded.
    Don grabbed a beer from the bartender’s outstretched hand.
    “God,” he answered.
    “And you walked away?! I knew y’all were idjits, I just didn’t know the extent.” Dean was always relieved to hear Bobby Singer’s voice, no matter how annoyed he sounded. He may not be blood, but he was the only family the boys had left.
    “Told him we needed some time to think it over,” Dean said, shifting his cell phone away from his ear to protect his hearing from the auditory