AN: Hi everyone! This my first ever fanfic (and probably my only one because I'm writing purely out of spite). This is how I think s11 should go. I hated the finale, it felt like they just pulled everything out of their asses. This fic takes place directly after 10-22 and will use like two scenes from the finale but other than that, everything I write here are my own ideas of how things should play out. Also, sorry about all the horizontal lines in the middle of the pages, FF is being dumb and won't let me space my story properly so this is the best I can do to make it read right.
Sam pushed past the broken door of the Men of Letter's Bunker, scrunching up his face as he entered. Gasoline. The bastards had tried to set the place on fire. He made his way downstairs, covering his nose with his shirt.
"Sam," a weak voice murmured.
"Cas!" Sam exclaimed, dropping to his knees next to him.
The angel's face was misshapen and covered in blood. He was surrounded by piles of books, wooden debris, and for some reason, a box full of Dean's personal belongings. Three dead bodies lay in the room. One of them, Sam noticed with a drop in his stomach, couldn't have been more than eighteen. His glasses lay askew on his face, a bullet hole directly in the middle of his forehead.
"Cas, what happened? Who did this to you? Was it the Stynes?" Sam asked urgently, knowing he was wrong but hoping that he wouldn't hear the answer he knew was coming.
"Dean," Castiel said. "It was Dean. Sam…he's gone."
Next to Cas' head, an angel blade was stuck into a book. Cas looked at the blade, his expression indiscernible.
"No," Sam said. "I already told you, we can save him! Rowena can read the spell now, it's not too late, we can still fix this!"
"Sam, he attacked me. He shot that kid. The Dean we know is gone," Cas replied none too gently. The angel's wounds were healing themselves slowly.
"No," Sam repeated firmly. "He's my brother and I'm not giving up on him. You should know this by now."
The angel shook his head and closed his eyes.
Dean was driving furiously down the interstate, at least thirty miles over the speed limit and with no destination in mind. All he wanted to do was get as far away from the Bunker as possible. Cas' blood, mixed with the Stynes, still stained his face, fists, and clothes. There was so much anger singing through his veins. And a twinge of regret…he had hurt Cas, who was just trying to protect him. He had known that his anger with Castiel had been irrational, but he just couldn't stop himself. Dean glanced down at the ugly Mark on his arm, then looked away quickly. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. This had to end.
Sam sat on a table in the dilapidated warehouse, glaring at the witch across the table.
"Rowena, we need the spell done now," he spat at her.
Rowena merely smiled.
"Samuel, do you know what this spell requires?" she asked smoothly. "Before I do anything-and I will not be doing this for free-I need the ingredients."
"Fine," Sam growled. "What are they? And we are not discussing payment right now. You'll be lucky if we let you live!"
Rowena's smile didn't falter. "Samuel, do you want this spell cast or not? I am the only one who knows what can save your Dean right now. I suggest you not toy with me."
She looked down into her teacup. Sam stood up abruptly.
"Sam-" Cas warned from the corner, his arms folded.
"No," Sam interrupted. "She's right, she the only one that can save him. What do you want, Rowena?" he said, turning back to her.
"Well, for starters, I will walk away free. And I want the Codex."
"No!" Cas exclaimed, at the same time Sam said "Fine, what are the ingredients?"
"Sam!" Cas protested.
Sam walked to the corner where Cas stood, arms crossed and eyes glaring.
"Cas, we can figure out a way to negotiate later. Right now, Dean needs to be stopped."
"I don't like this Sam. She's right, she shouldn't be toyed with," Cas grumbled.
"We'll talk about it later," Sam snapped.
He turned back to Rowena. "What are the ingredients?"
"These will be none too easy to procure. I need the Forbidden Fruit, the Golden Calf, and something from the victim himself" Rowena read.
Cas and Sam exchanged exasperated looks.
"I'll go talk to him," Cas said.
Dean woke up on the floor of a shitty motel. He groaned, and rolled over, right on top of a whiskey bottle and broken glass. He picked himself up off the ground, surveying the damage he'd done with a twist in his stomach. This had to stop. Dean dragged himself to the sink to wash his face. He was going to leave this motel as fast as possible. And he knew where to go. This had to end. And Sam couldn't fix it. Dean drew a handful of water to his face, and looked in the mirror and stumbled backwards as Castiel's bloodied face stared back at him. The look on Cas' face was awful. The angel's blue eyes pierced him. Dean closed his eyes and when he opened them, Cas' face in the mirror was gone.
Dean walked out of the motel room with his meager belongings. He started the Impala's engine and tore out of the parking lot.
Castiel stood in the middle of a crossroads. It was nighttime. There were more stars out here than there were in city areas. But not as many visible as there used to be, Castiel thought wistfully. These humans had sacrificed so much beauty in the name of 'progress'.
A man appeared out of nowhere, and Castiel snapped back to reality.
"Crowley," he said shortly.
"Honestly Castiel, who summons anymore? Couldn't you just call? This is such an inconvenience," Crowley said snarkily.
"I don't have you in my contacts list," Cas replied wearily. The demon's reliance on modern technology was absurd.
"Now you do," Crowley said, snapping his fingers. "Next time, just text me. Now, what have you brought me out here for?"
"I need you to help us cure Dean," Castiel said.
Crowley rolled his eyes. "Exactly what do you think I've been doing, Cas? Sitting on my ass? I want that loose cannon tied down as much as you do."
"We have the spell that can take the Mark of Cain off his arm. But we need the ingredients," Castiel continued, ignoring the demon. "We need the Forbidden Fruit and the Golden Calf."
"Easy," Crowley said. "But how do you plan on casting-" his eyes flipped red. "Rowena. She's still helping you."
"Yes," Cas admitted reluctantly, shifting his feet.
"I help on one condition-I get to kill her," Crowley spat.
"No," Cas said adamantly. "No one is killing her yet. When she becomes a problem, then the honor is all yours."
"I'll kill her if I damn well please," Crowley responded.
"Fine," Cas said. "But you aren't going to do it while she's helping us. After we cure Dean and make sure she has no intention to cause us harm, you can feud with her on your own."
Crowley glared at Castiel.
"Golden Calf and Forbidden Fruit, eh? Easy."
And he was gone.