Dean was staring out the window, brooding. We had returned from the motel to Bobby's house and told Bobby what happened...well, I told Bobby. Dean didn't really speak much since we left and I was honestly scared to say anything to him.
I know he's hurt and angry, so was I, but I just didn't know what to say to him. The whole drive back, we sat there in silence and I placed a comforting hand on his leg. He lowered his right hand and goes to grab my hand and, at first, I was worried he was gonna reject my comforting hand but he took my hand in his and held onto it, tightly. I ran my thumb over his knuckles and the two of us stayed like that until we made back to Bobby's.
"Dean? Dean! You listen to a word I said?" Bobby asked Dean. "Yeah, I heard you. I'm not calling him." Dean said. "Don't make me get my gun, boy." Bobby threatened and Dean turns to face him. "We are damn near kickoff for Armageddon, don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment?" Dean asked him.
"I know you're pissed. And I'm not making apologies for what he's done, but he's your--" Bobby started to say but Dean talks over him. "Blood? He's my blood, is that what you were gonna say?" he asked. "He's your brother. And he's drowning." Bobby said.
"Bobby, we tried to help him, we did. Look what happened. He almost killed Dean..." I said. "So try again." Bobby said and Dean shakes his head. "It's too late." He said. "There's no such thing." said Bobby.
"No, damnit! No. I gotta face the facts. Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life growing up. Ran away to Stanford first chance he got. Now it's like déjà vu all over again." Dean yells as he goes to sit down. "Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him. Screw him, he can do what he wants." Dean growls and I look at Bobby then back at Dean.
"You don't mean that." I said and Dean looks up at me. "Yes I do, (y/n). Sam's gone. He's gone. I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore. If he ever was." Dean said and I felt pity for him while Bobby turns and leans on the table, fuming.
"Dean..." I started to say, softly, when Bobby makes a big angry sweep with his hands, tossing books and papers to the ground. He advances on Dean, who stands. "You stupid, stupid son of a bitch! Well, boo hoo, I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good?! Bake you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family!" Bobby yells at him, which made me jump back at this.
"I told him, you walk out that door, don't come back and he walked out anyway! That was his choice!" Dean yells back at him. "You sound like a whiny brat. No, you sound like your dad. Well, let me tell you something. Your dad was a coward." Bobby sneers. "Oh no." I muttered as Dean glares at Bobby. "My dad was a lot of things, Bobby, but a coward?" Dean said, questioning.
"He'd rather push Sam away than reach out to him. Well, that don't strike me as brave. You are a better man than your daddy ever was. So you do all of us a favor. Don't be him." Bobby said and Dean turns back to staring out the window.
Bobby and I lower our heads and look at the floor then I raise my head up to see Dean gone. "What the hell?" I said and Bobby looks up to see him gone as well. "Where did he go?" Bobby asked and I start to put two and two together. "The Angels." I said and now I start to get worried.
*3rd Person POV*
Dean turns around, only to find himself in a large, lavishly appointed room. The walls are painted white with gold trim and accents, and a marble table stands in the center. "Hello, Dean." a voice said behind him and he turns to see Castiel standing behind him. "It's almost time." He said and Dean furrows his brow at this.
*(y/n)'s POV*
"Well, what now?" Bobby asked as I sit in a chair, head in my hands. "I don't know, Bobby. I wish to God, I knew what was going on..." I groaned as my head felt heavy. "You okay?" Bobby asked and I shake my head. "Honestly, Bobby, I'm not sure. Sam drinking demon blood, Dean now angel-napped by the freakin' angels since he basically told them he'll be their bitch, and I'm just...I haven't gotten alot of sleep lately and feel just...worn down and now the apocalypse looming over us...it's just...too much." I cried then I look back at Bobby.
"Sorry, about the bitchin'..." I said and Bobby places a hand on my shoulder. “You don’t need to apologize. This is some serious crap we’re stuck in.” Bobby said. “That’s an understatement. I miss the days when this job was just about vengeful spirits and folklore monsters.” I muttered, rubbing my forehead.
“You ain’t the only one. I’m getting too old for this crap.” Bobby grumbled and I let out a weak chuckle. “Alright, Sam’s gone, the angels got Dean, and we’re stuck here with our thumbs up our asses. What are we gonna do?” Bobby asked. I let out a heavy sigh, shaking my head. “I guess…I guess the only option is to try and find Sam. He’s all we got left right now. Maybe after hearing that Dean got angel-napped he’ll snap out it and help us.” I said, a bit of hope in my voice. “Dean’s still his brother. He’ll come back around for him.” Bobby assured me. “I hope so.” I muttered, thinking back to the last thing Dean said to him.
Bobby patted me on the shoulder and walk around his desk. “Alright, I’ll stay here and call some hunters. Maybe someone has seen Sam or has any idea where the angels might have taken Dean.” He said, sitting down and pulling out a book full of contacts.
I nodded. “Call me as soon you got something.” I said, standing up and walking to door. “You got it. And (Y/n)...” Bobby said, I stop in doorway of the library the led into the hallway, and turn back to look at him. “We’ll get the boys back.” He assured me, I smile slightly and nodded.
*3rd Person POV*
Dean pokes around the room, looking at the magnificent pastoral paintings on the walls. He turns back to the table and finds that it now holds a silver bowl packed with ice and full of beer bottles, and a large platter of hamburgers. He picks up a beer bottle and looks at it.
"Hello, Dean. You're looking fit." A voice said and Dean turns to see Zachariah. "Well, how 'bout this? The Suite Life of Zach and Cas." Dean jokes, setting the beer down, but the two angels look at him, blankly. "It's a...never mind. So, what is this? Where the hell am I?" Dean asked them
"Call it a Green Room. We're closing in on the grand finale, here. We want to keep you safe before showtime." Zachariah said then he indicates to the food on the table. "Try a burger. They're your favorite. From that seaside shack in Delaware. You were 11, I think." Zachariah said. "I'm not hungry." Dean said. "No? How about Ginger from season 2 of Gilligan's Island? You do have a thing for her, don't you?" Zachariah asked and Dean furrows his brow at him.
"I have a good woman, thank you. Let's...bail on the holodeck, okay? I want to know what the game plan is." Dean said. "Let us worry about that. We want you...focused, relaxed." Zachariah said. "Well, I'm about to be pissed and leaving, so start talking, Chuckles." Dean said, impatiently, and Zachariah sighs. "All the seals have fallen. Except one."
"That's an impressive score. That's...that's right up there with the Washington Generals." Dean jokes. "You think sarcasm's appropriate, do you? Considering...you started all this? But the final seal...it'll be different." Zachariah said. "Why?" Dean asked. "Lilith has to break it. She's the only one who can. Tomorrow night -- midnight." Zachariah said.
"Where?" asked Dean. "We're working on it." Zachariah said. "Well, work harder." Dean demanded. "We'll do our job. You just make sure you do yours." Zachariah said, in a firm tone. "Yeah, and what is that, exactly? If I'm supposed to be the one that stops her, how? With the knife?" Dean asked, angrily. "All in good time." Zachariah said.
"Isn't now a good time?" Dean asked, annoyed. "Have faith." Zachariah said, smirking. "What, in you? Give me one good reason why I should." Dean challenged and Zachariah gets in Dean’s face. "Because you swore your obedience. So obey." Zachariah growls and Dean looks past him at Castiel, who looks down, guilty.
*(y/n)'s POV*
After Bobby drops me off to my safehouse, I go up to the shed behind it and enter inside. Then I walk over to the cloth tarp and pull it off, revealing my motorcycle. I smile as it has been awhile since I've driven this and I kinda miss it.
I grab the keys out of the bowl on a table nearby. I mount the bike, turning it on and felt the engine come on. The roar of the bike makes me smile as it only reminds me the times Dad took me on this bike when I was a kid.
I rev up the engine and start to take off back to Cold Springs, maybe going back there and find clues will help find Sam.
I had been driving for awhile when I felt a pain sear through my head, like a sudden headache. I groan and then pull my bike on the side of the road, to avoid any traffic, then shut it off. I take my helmet off and place my hands over my head as the pain kept hitting me. Then I got flashes of a hospital, then a woman and then Sam and Ruby. I let out a yell as the flash shift and they had the nurse tied down to a table, her eyes black.
"Sam..." I groaned as my head felt like it was gonna split open. Then it subsided and I start takes some deep breathes and let them out. Oh God, are my visions coming back?! I thought as I regain myself and slowly get up on the motorcycle.
Once my head was cleared, I opened my phone and dialed Bobby's number. "Bobby, I think my visions are coming back." I said to him.
*3rd Person POV*
After the angels left, Dean paced along the room, holding his phone and considers it. "Ah, screw it." he mutters and he opens the phone and dials. "It's Sam. Leave me a message." Sam's voice-mail said then there was a beep.
"Hey, it's me. Uh..." Dean starts before he clears his throat. "Look, I'll just get right to it. I'm still pissed...and I owe you a serious beatdown. But...I shouldn't have said what I said. You know, I'm not Dad. We're brothers. You know, we're family. And, uh...no matter how bad it gets, that doesn't change. Sammy, I'm sorry." Dean said, his voice shaking a bit before the voice-mail beeps then he hangs up.
Minutes, or hours Dean didn't know, when by and he began to get frustrated. He pokes at one of the numerous figurines on one of the many mantlepieces and tips it deliberately to the ground. It shatters with a crash just as Castiel appears behind him. Dean turns around, looking slightly guilty.
"You asked to see me?" Castiel asked him and Dean clears his throat. "Yeah, listen, I, uh, I-I need something." Dean said. "Anything you wish." Castiel said. "I need you to take me to see Sam." Dean said. "Why?" Castiel asked him. "There's something I got to talk to him about." Dean replied.
"What's that?" Castiel asked. "The B.M. I took this morning." Dean said, sarcastically. "What's it to you? Just make it snappy." He said. "I don't think that's wise." Castiel said. "Well, I didn't ask you for your opinion." Dean growls.
"Have you forgotten what happened the last time you met?" Castiel asked him. "No. That's the whole point. Listen, I'm gonna do whatever you mooks want, okay? I just need to tie up this one thing. Five minutes -- that's all I need." Dean said. "No." Castiel said, firmly.
"What do you mean, no? Are you saying that I'm trapped here?" Dean asked. "You can go wherever you want." said Castiel. "Super. I want to go see Sam." Dean said. "Except there." Castiel said.
"Then I want to see (y/n)." Dean said. "Why?" Castiel asked. "Cause she's probably losing her mind on where I am. Just want to talk to her." Dean said. "Fine. I'll go with you." Castiel said. "Alone." Dean said. "No." Castiel said. "You know what? Screw this noise. I'm out of here." Dean growls and he heads for the door.
"Through what door?" Castiel asked and Dean turns to face him, frowning. When he turns back, the door has been replaced by a smooth wall. He turns back to face Castiel, who has also disappeared. "Damn it." Dean growls, angrily.
*(y/n)'s POV*
I made it to the Cold Springs and was getting off of the bike and started to walk along the street when a sharp pain goes through my head. I placed my hands over my face as I got another vision and this time I see Sam and Ruby sitting in a car while a female voice was screaming from the trunk.
Then it switched to when they had the girl tied down and she was saying something but the only words I made out was St. Mary's.
Then I came back to and I shake my head. I go and dig in my pocket to pull out phone and dial Bobby's number. But as I raise my head I noticed I wasn't in the town of Cold Springs but a very fancy looking room, white and gold. "What the hell?" I said as I heard the dead tone on my phone.
"(Y/n)?" A voice said and I put away my phone in my pocket and turn around to see Dean. "Dean!" I exclaimed, relieved, and I run over to him and we hugged.
"Now you have her, will you quit hurling feces like a howler monkey? It's unbecoming." A different voice said and we pull back from our hug and I see an older man with little to no hair wearing a business like suit. Then the man nods at me. "Hello, Ms (l/n). I'm Zachariah." He introduced and Dean goes to push me behind him, protectively.
"Let us out of here." Dean demanded. "Like I told you: too dangerous out there. Demons on the prowl." Zachariah said. "I've been getting my ass kicked all year. Now you're sweating my safety? You're lying. I want to see my brother." Dean yells. "That's...ill-advised." Zachariah said.
"You know, I am so sick of your crap riddles and your smug, fat face. What the hell is going on, huh? Why can't I see Sam? And how am I gonna ice Lilith?" Dean asked him, angrily, and Zachariah sighs. "You're not...Going to ice Lilith." He said and I furrow my brow at this.
"What?" Dean and I asked. "Lilith's going to break the final seal. Fait accompli at this point. Train's left the station." Zachariah said. "But me, (y/n) and Sam, we can stop..." Dean said but then he stops. "You don't want to stop it, do you?" he asked and Zachariah smiles. "Nope. Never did. The end is nigh. The apocalypse is coming, kiddo, to a theater near you." he said.
"What was all that crap about saving seals?" I asked him, angrily. "Our grunts on the ground -- we couldn't just tell them the whole truth. We'd have a full-scale rebellion on our hands. I mean, think about it. Would we really let 65 seals get broken unless senior management wanted it that way?" Zachariah said and my jaw drops at this.
"But why?" Dean asked and Zachariah shrugs. "Why not? The apocalypse? Poor name, bad marketing -- puts people off. When all it is is Ali/Foreman. On a...slightly larger scale. And we like our chances. When our side wins -- and we will -- it's paradise on earth. Now, what's not to like about that?" He asked. "What happens to all the people during your little pissing contest?" Dean asked. "Well...you can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs. In this case...truckloads of eggs, but you get the picture. Look...it happens. This isn't the first planetary enema we've delivered." Zachariah said.
And it seemed that Dean was looking at something as Zachariah was following his gaze. "Uh, no, Dean. Probably shouldn't try to bash my skull in with that thing. Wouldn't end up too pleasant for you." He said. "What about Sam? He won't go quietly. He'll stop Lilith." I yelped and Zachariah inhales deeply. "Sam...has a part to play. A very important part. He may need a little nudging in the right direction, but I'll make sure he plays it." Zachariah replied.
"What does that mean? What are you gonna do to him?" Dean asked him. "Sam, Sam, Sam. Marcia, Marcia, Marcia. Forget about him, would you? You have larger concerns. Why do you think I'm confiding in you? You're still vital, Dean. We weren't lying about your destiny. Just...omitted a few pertinent details. But nothing's changed. You are chosen. You will stop it. Just...not Lilith, or the apocalypse. That's all." He explains.
"Which means?" Dean asked and Zachariah gestures to a painting on a wall of an angel flying over another winged person with his spear raised, as if he's going to stab him. "Lucifer. You're going to stop Lucifer. You're our own little Russell Crowe complete with a surly attitude. And when it's over...and when you've won...your rewards will be...unimaginable. Peace, happiness...two virgins and seventy sluts. Oh, I mean seventy-one sluts, gotta add Ms (l/n) there." He chuckles and I glare at him.
"What did you just say?!" I growled and Dean holds me back from attacking this asshole. "Trust me -- one day, we'll look back on this and laugh." Zachariah said. "Tell me something. Where's God in all this?" Dean asked him. "God? God has left the building." Zachariah replied and my eyes widen, in shock, at this.