God's Return.
Fanfiction.
Supernatural
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any recognizable people, places, or events. Pure work of fiction. All rights belong to original owners.
Chapter 1: Miracles
"Dean, have you seen these?"
Dean leaned slightly up from his laying position on the bed with a beer in his hand. "What is it?"
Sam shook his head, reading over the news on his laptop. "There are thirteen cases of miracles," he half laughed as he said it out loud.
"Do what?"
"You heard me. Miracles. That's what they're calling them."
"Like what?" Dean asked, finally sitting up completely.
"Like a terminal cancer patient who was on his death bed suddenly got up and walked out of the hospital. His family brought him back to the hospital where he was examined and they found nothing. In fact, they said he's in better health than a teenager. And then this one," Sam exhaled roughly as he shook his head, "two teenagers went out drunk driving and drove directly into a building. The car was completely totaled and the teenagers were found down the street, completely fine and with no recollection of what happened."
"Okay, that's a little weird. Where is this all happening?"
"Georgia and not in a small town either."
"What do you mean? Atlanta?" Sam nodded and Dean threw his head back. "Atlanta, really? You've got to be kidding me. Any idea what this could be?"
"I don't have a clue. Demons don't usually do good things unless there's a lot people making deals but it still doesn't make sense. These teenagers in the car accident they wouldn't have known they would be in an accident."
"Maybe someone's after them."
"And someone saves them? You think angels are swooping in to save people? It just doesn't make sense."
"What else has happened?"
"Well," Sam shrugged and turned his laptop towards Dean. "A little girl came back from the dead." Dean's eyebrow raised as he moved towards Sam and looked at the laptop. "Nine years and eleven days after she was murdered. Her mother saw her back from the dead and killed herself...only to be brought back to life nine hours and eleven minutes later."
"Something's working some bad mojo."
"But is it all that bad? I mean, it seems like it really is helping people."
Dean shook his head and scrolled down on the computer. "No, Sam, bringing someone back from the dead is never a good thing. It may seem like miracles to some people but it really seems like a bad thing. When have we ever encountered back from the dead as a good thing?" Sam glared at him and Dean turned the computer back around. "Besides when it's one of us."
"Should we check it out?"
"Yeah, it's a few days drive but yeah, we need to go now. If something's going on, we need to stop it before it gets any worse. It's racking up a soul count, right now."
Dean nodded at the clerk as he checked into The Diamond Hotel right outside of Atlanta. It wasn't the usual rundown that they would go to. This one had a spa inside. Dean couldn't help but to be a little excited about it being there. He wanted to relax. He needed to relax.
Relaxation wouldn't come for Dean. The moment the door closed behind them, Castiel appeared on the bed, looking at them like a lost dog. "Dean, Sam, it's good to see you here."
Dean rolled his eyes and threw down his dufflebag. "Hi, Cas, got anything to tell us?"
"No, no, I'm afraid not. I was hoping you knew something."
Sam shook his head, pulled out a chair from the table, and sat down. "We know there are miracles apparently."
Castiel nodded towards Sam, his eyes looking towards the floor. "Yes, there's been over a thousand in less than three days."
Dean choked as Sam looked at him. "A thousand? We didn't find that many."
"No, I know," Cas said, looking up now at the brothers. "You did find this place."
"It's goddamn Atlanta, Cas. It's not hard to find," Dean snapped.
"I am aware of that. But this is where it all started. This is where it needs to end."
"Do you know what it is?" Sam asked as his phone rang. He picked it up and looked at the number to see UNKNOWN flash across the screen. He shrugged as he answered it. "Agent Jones."
"Sam? God, it's good to hear your voice."
Sam's body stiffened as he glanced up to Dean. "Who is this?"
"You, goddamn idjit. Listen, Sam, I don't have a lot of time but you should know that Supernatural is back. I found another copy."
"Where?"
"Indiana. Head there quick. Something's going on."
The line cut out and Sam swallowed harshly as he looked up to Dean. His eyes led over to Cas as he put the phone down. "What are you not telling us?"
"I'm not sure if I understand what you mean. Something is bothering you."
"Yeah, you could say that."
Dean looked between the two and watched the tension on Sam's face rise. "Okay, who was on the phone?"
Sam finally lifted his glare from Cas and looked towards his brother. "Apparently there's another Supernatural book. In Indiana."
"Chuck's alright? That's some good news. So, we go to Indiana. Alright, we can do that."
The publisher was a wreck that looked like a hurricane came through and destroyed next to everything. Dean and Sam walked around trying to find anything that would lead them to a copy of Supernatural but only found shreds of the book. Dean picked up a piece of paper and read over it, his eyebrows raising in surprise and disgust. "Wow."
"What?" Sam turned around and watched Dean's expressions. He sighed and walked towards him. "What does it say?"
"Dean sat down at the bar, thinking of the day that he had and wondered why he even agreed to try to find who caused the mess at the publisher." Dean glanced up. "He took a swig of his whiskey and looked at the bartender. 'What time do you get off?' he asked the attractive male behind the bar." Dean dropped the piece of paper and put his hands up. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Sam let out a laugh as he picked up the paper his brother had just dropped. "Dean, we both know these books are right. If you're going to pick up a guy...you're going to pick up a guy." He shrugged.
"Come on, Sam. We both know that I would never hit on a guy!"
"It says you're going to."
"Sam! I'm not going to! This is insane. This was a goose chase. Let's get out of here." Dean huffed off towards the door as Sam picked up another piece of paper.
"Dean was angry and huffed out towards the door as his brother picked up a piece of paper and read out his actions. Dean turned around slowly," Sam glanced up, "as his brother continued to read. Dean glared harder at Sam as he came towards him and," Dean ripped the paper from his hands. "Ripped the paper from his brother's hands."
"Shut the hell up. Let's find someone who has the whole copy." Dean crumbled up the paper and threw it on the floor before stomping out.
Author's Note: Sorry, for such a dreadful summary. I want to explain it without giving away too much. This will have parts from every season (to include this season) so it will be a slow update. This story will be more or less a big conspiracy theory between myself and a friend of mine. I hope you all enjoy. xoxo