Disclaimer: I do not own anything Supernatural. I only own the OC Brooke. Just like the other two stories before this, this will follow the season as that's how I find it easier to write. With also adding my own stuff into it as well.
So where we left off, Dean was killed by Metatron. He was resting in peace on the bed back at the bunker, at least that's how we left him. That was until Crowley got involved and then when we happened to walk by the room, we noticed that Dean was gone and it was very confusing. But we still had a job to do, and there was one demon that we had dealt with before everything just suddenly died down and there weren't any cases for months. I kept walking by the room Dean and I used to share, the one we left him in because it's just been hard without him around...dead or not. Sam got injured in one of the fights we had with the demon and his arm was in a sling for a while. But Sam was determined to find out where Dean was and I was too. So we found a demon and held her hostage, trying to get info on where Dean was, because he had to be with Crowley.
"I heard the rumors. I said, 'No, that can't be. A Winchester? One of us?'. But it's true, isn't it? Whatever soul you had, whatever boy scout code you cuddled up to at night, it's all gone. Leaving what? Look at you."
"Where is Crowley?"
"Eat me."
"Mm." He nods, before stabbing her.
"One more time. Where is Crowley? Where's my brother?"
"I don't know!"
"Then you're gonna call somebody who does." Sam states before slitting her neck, collecting the blood in a cup.
"No one knows! T-they won't answer!"
"Make the call."
"We're under orders!"
"Make the call!"
"Please."
"Where's my brother?!"
Four Weeks Later
Sam kept up with research on demonic possession, he kept checking for what could be possible cases, but there was absolutely nothing. I happened to walk in on a phone call he was having, asking about if anything weird has happened lately, after having found the engagement ring that Dean was gonna give to me after I said yes to his proposal, and trust me I was definitely going to say yes.
"Right, right. So, no noticeable crop failures, no mass cattle deaths...nothing?"
"No. Nothing new on the radar. Nothing on the scope. I'd say that's a good thing."
"No, yeah, yeah, yeah. You're right. I-I hear you Mike. Thanks. That is a good thing. Alright. Well, keep me posted if anything does pop up."
"Alright, watch yourself Sam."
"Yeah, I will. You got it. Thanks."
"Anything?" I ask.
"No. Nothing. But I suppose that's a good thing."
"I guess so. So um, I kind of found this in Dean's room..." I trail off as I put the ring on the table. "I mean before he...well you know, he said he was going to ask me to marry him. I figured the ring was gonna be somewhere safe, so I looked around the room and finally found it. Would it be totally wrong to wear it?"
Sam doesn't say anything for a little while, but does finally speak.
"...no, it wouldn't be wrong. I didn't even know he was planning on proposing, but I know you'd say yes. Frankly, I think you should wear it, you know? He would've wanted that, wherever he is or if he's even alive."
"Right." I nod, looking at the ring for a bit before slipping it onto my finger. "Doesn't feel genuine since he didn't ask me, but I suppose wearing it will have to do for now."
From there, everything went silent with the both of us. The day ended up being a long one, with countless researching and listening to the radio. Sam went back into the room, and grabbed the note that told him to let Dean go. A little while after, he decided to get up and go into the kitchen to get something to eat and to continue to check if anything's happened lately. That's when he came across something.
"Brooke?! Brooke?!" He called a couple of times, before I came into the kitchen.
"What is it?"
"I think we got something finally." He says, as I come over and read the article as he dials Cas.
"Sam. Hello."
"I think I might've found something."
"Oh good."
"Cas? You there?"
"It's okay. I'm...I'm okay. Uh, go...go on."
"Okay get this. A John doe who was murdered in Wisconsin a week ago turns out to be this guy name Drew Neely who went missing from some religious order in northern Ohio, okay?"
"Yeah."
"Now, Drew Neely has been missing for three years. Killed his wife, his kids, and...just disappeared. I know it's thin...but if this guy was possessed..."
"Well that would make him the first..."
"The first lead, the first anything we've seen in..."
"Sorry."
"Actually, you know what? Now that I'm looking into this more, I-I think I uh...I think I jumped the gun here, buddy."
"Sam, what're you doing?" I question, giving him a look.
"No, Sam, you said it was something."
"Yeah. Uh, it's...it's not. I was wrong. Sorry."
"I can help."
"Cas. We tried that."
"Sam, you can't blame what that demon did to your shoulder on...on me. You were out of..."
"I'm not, okay? I'm not blaming anything on you. What happened...happened. And...you need to be worrying about yourself. I-I really shouldn't have bothered you."
"How are you Sam? And how's Brooke?"
"We're good. We're alright. Just tired, you know? We'll be better when we get him back...after I kick his butt."
"I miss him."
"Yeah."
"Why would he just disappear?"
"Who says he had a choice?"
"Well, then who wrote the note? You think there's any chance...any chance at all that Dean is still..."
"Still even remotely Dean?" Sam says before he hangs up.
In the meantime, Dean however was at a bar, singing 'I'm Too Sexy' on karaoke, clearly drunk with everyone booing him.
"Turn it off!"
"Get off the stage!"
"Everybody!"
After that, he ended up in bed with a girl who works there.
"Okay. Wow. What time is it? Darryl's gonna kill me if I'm late from my break again."
"Oops." Dean chuckles.
"Damn! I told you to hurry it up. But then you had to go and do that thing with the..thing."
"Oh, you mean that thing that you were begging me for?"
"Begging you to hurry it up, maybe."
"Well, let's not argue about good sex."
"It was good, wasn't it?"
"Mmhmm. Just uh...don't get too excited, you know? Or...too attached. 'Cause I'm just rollin' through."
"You know, there's about a million other ways you could have said that."
Just then the door opens and Crowley walks in.
"Whoa!"
"'Whoa'? What's going on here?"
"What's it look like?"
"In my bed?"
"What? Oh, yeah."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Get a room you two."
"Had a room till you two soiled it."
"Love you Crowley."
"Love you more, sweetheart."
"Anne Marie, jackass."
"Knew that." Crowley says before he looks at Dean and rolls his eyes. "Pants?"
They return to the bar and they join a couple of guys for a round of Foosball.
"Best of three. Losers buy the beers."
"Lots of beer."
"Girl seemed nice. Slightly damaged. I could see the old you falling for that."
"Yeah, well, not to worry. She means nothing."
"Good good. 'Cause you and I, we're rolling stones. No distractions. Lock it down. Lock it down."
"Stop talking."
"You're bodging it!"
"If you'd shut up. Keep talking...I can't play the game."
They then look over at Anne Marie and she gets dragged out of the bar by some guy, by her arm.
"Hang on." Dean says as he follows.
"Get off me."
"Why are you doing this?"
"You need to calm down."
"Where were you?"
"Stop it!"
"Hey, is this him?"
"There a problem?"
"Yeah, are you Matt?" Dean asks before punching him square in the face.
"Dean!" Anne says as Dean continues to beat on him.
"You need to get away from here. Don't try and contact her. In fact, don't even think about her. You understand me?!"
Crowley clears his throat and Dean goes back inside. Meanwhile where Cas was staying there's a knock on the door.
"Just a moment." He says as he gets up and answers it, it being Hannah.
"Castiel."
"Hannah. I'm sensing awkwardness." He says before he realizes his robe is undone.
He does get dressed however shortly after.
"So...there's no...no leader? You're governing yourselves?"
"Mostly. There's lot of meeting on rebuilding and reorganization...lots of reconciliation."
"And Metatron?"
"Still in jail. His door has been made permanent. I would've thought we'd see you sooner."
"I would've come sooner but..."
"I'm glad you didn't. You see, I...I need your help. Heaven needs your help."
"Anything."
"Most of the angels who fell during the fall have returned to Heaven. A few have not. Some out-and-out refuse. Rogues. Two of them have killed one of our own for only attempting to bring them back home."
"Who were they?"
"Daniel and Adina. They must be found. They must be brought home, and they must be punished for the sake of all. Will you help me?"
"Yes."
"Appreciate you coming down, agents. But I'm afraid you may have just cost Uncle Sam a tank of gas."
"Oh, why's that?"
"You came up here to investigate Drew Neely's murder right?"
"Right."
"Problem is, no one's certain it was a murder at all."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Then, what are we dealing with here? A suicide?"
"Self-defense, more likely. Uh, the surveillance footage was corrupted. Our techies finally managed to clean up the file. Hold on a sec now."
At the bar, Dean had gone outside, but he knew he wasn't alone.
"We can do this however you want. Don't pretend I didn't see you this afternoon. Did you get a good look? You see my moves? I hope so, 'cause I sure could use the competition."
"That John Doe right there, is the one you want to keep your eye on."
"Son of a bitch." Sam says as he realizes it's Dean.
"He's alive." I say to myself, beginning to play with the engagement ring.
"Watch."
"Well, all you Abaddon groupies are the same, you know that? You, the douche that jumped me at the gas station, you just can't accept that the queen is dead, can you?"
"Maybe we just can't accept that a douche like you was the one who killed her."
"Ah. Yeah, that's got to hurt, doesn't it?" He says as he takes out the first blade, and that's when the guy's eyes turn black.
"Okay, now porn guy's just minding his own business. And there's Drew Neely. See the knife?"
"Yeah." Sam and I nod.
"That's intent right there. Now watch this."
We watch as Drew goes to kill Dean, but he turns around and stops him and kills him instead.
"Looks like a cutlass or something. I don't know what the hell this is. Problem is, we don't know if this guy's a hero or a psychopath." He states as he stops the footage with Dean looking at the camera. "That's the image that's getting uploaded to the wires."
"Detective, do you mind if we uh, take another look at this?"
"Knock yourself out, I'll be back in a few."
"Thanks." I nod, as Sam sits down.
He rewinds the footage, making sure to check for things and that's when we notice that for a split second, Dean's eyes go completely black.
"Sam...that's not Dean." I state in shock and awe. "But how..."
"...Crowley." Sam answers.
Somewhere else however, there was a family just minding their own business at home, when a fax came through and a little boy got it and brought it in to his father who was working out at the time in a room he made into a gym.
"Fax, dad."
"Who's it from, buddy?"
"Doesn't say. There's a picture."
"Thanks a lot, bud."
His wife comes into the doorway with a concerned look on her face."
"Is it him?"
He just gives her a look and she walks away like she's going to cry. He however gets a bag packed with every weapon possible, and the picture he got was of Dean. With Cas and Hannah, they've traveled out into a semi-remote area, until he had stopped the car.
"I didn't know angels could get nauseous."
"I just need a moment."
"It's my fault. I'll take the curves faster."
"And you Castiel? You're feeling well?"
"Oh yes. Like a million dollars."
"That's not true."
"It's my truth."
"When you left Heaven, your borrowed grace was failing. By the looks of you, you've only gotten worse."
"I'm fine."
"You're dying Castiel. You need more grace."
"And we have a mission in front of us that supersedes my needs...all of our needs. Don't you agree? You're a good soldier Hannah...and one of the best. Metatron certainly could not have been brought to heel without your bravery."
"Or yours. You must take care of yourself Castiel."
"And another angel should die so that I can be saved? Is this really that hard to understand? Hannah."
"I'm feeling better now." She says, before getting into the car.
Sam and I though made a trip to the gas station that Dean was seen at, and we asked the cashier about him.
"Oh yeah. Porn guy was an animal. Bro came at him like, 'what?!'. And he was all like, 'Wh-a-a-at? Say my name! Say my name! Say my name'. And there was a lot of blood."
"Right. Um...when the guy, uh...when...when...'porn guy' came in, did he...say anything?"
"'Where's the porn?'."
"Really?" I ask.
"That's all he said? Did he buy anything? Did he...did he use a credit card? Nothing? So some guy comes in, kills another guy in your store on your watch, and you just...you what? Just keep on keepin' on?"
"You mean when porn guy was stabbing the other guy to death 10 feet in front of me, and I was having a total code-brown moment in my favorite freakin' pants because I thought I was next, did I conduct a field interview? No. Oh, hey. Uh, can you do me a solid? Found this wedged under the T.P. I think it's the dead guy's phone, and uh, if you're heading back to the station..."
"We'll do that. Thanks." I nod, before Sam and I walk out of the store.
Once we're out of the store, Sam goes through the phone, coming across an email that told him where Dean was, and he then proceeded to call the number the email came from.
"You're dead."
"Nope. Just using a dead man's phone."
"Moose. Took you long enough. Your brother and I were beginning to wonder if you'd hit another dog you know?"
"Of course, Crowley's behind this." I roll my eyes.
"My brother is dead, Crowley. I know you have some freaking demon parading around in his meatsuit, and trust me, you are gonna pay for that."
"Moose. Moose. I'm afraid you haven't allowed yourself to dream quite big enough here. Your brother is very much alive, courtesy of the mark. And the only demonized soul inside of Dean is his and his alone. Wee bit more twisted, a little more mangled beyond human recognition, but I can assure you, all his. There now. Feel better?"
"Hardly." I scoff.
"And the uh, Abaddon supporters you've been sending to kill my brother, how does Dean feel about that double-cross?"
"If that's what you think is happening, then you're more out of your depths than I thought."
"I don't know how you did this, what kind of...black-magic stunt you pulled, but hear me...I will save my brother. Brooke and I will both save him, or die trying."
"You know what tickles me about all this? It's what's really eating you up. You don't care that he's a demon. Heck, you've been a demon. We've all been demons. No, it's that he's with me. And he's having the time of his life. You can't stand the fact that he's mine."
"He's not your pet."
"My pet? He's my best friend, my partner in crime. They'll write songs about us, graphic novels. 'The Misadventures of Growley and Squirrel'. Dean Winchester completes me, and that's what makes you lose your chickens."
"We are going to find you, we are going to save Dean, and then we're going to kill you dead."
"Well, that's the operative phrase, isn't it? 'Find you'. Good luck with that."
Little did he know, we were tracking the call, and we found out that they were at The Black Spur bar in North Dakota.
"What a dumbass. We got him now." I remark.
Cas and Hannah manage to find where Daniel and Adina have set up a camp, but no one's there's. Daniel however is out by the stream, fishing.
"Daniel. What are you fishing for?"
"Trout, mostly. They do love a good curlytail grub. Trick is to find that special spot just outside the run, where the big ones...the smart ones...are holding low."
"Do they...do they put up much of a fight?"
"The ones who truly want to be free? They do. You're here about our brother who died."
"Does that surprise you?"
"I can assure you...had he just left us alone, no one would've been harmed."
"His orders were to not leave you alone. And you killed him."
"And Heaven sends two more. What is it about us angels that we can't seem to get the message?"
"Perhaps it is you who has failed to get the message? All of us serve at Heaven's command."
"I suppose. But that was before the fall, wasn't it?"
"You are an angel, once and forever."
"Dropped unwillingly...unknowingly...into a strange land, a land that as it turns out, celebrates the free, the individual. For the first time in thousands of years, I have choices. And with each choice...I begin to discover who I really am."
"This is nonsense."
"Because they don't teach you this in Heaven? Perhaps they should. Then you would understand why it's worth fighting for."
"He's taunting us." Hannah states as she pulls out a blade.
"And then what? We kill him? Or he kills us?"
"There are orders."
"And there is time."
"To hear more of this?"
"To convince him to do the right thing. Besides, Hannah, we still don't even know where the other one is...the woman."
"You'll have to stay for sunset. Nighttime around here is a revelation."
"You sent those demons to kill me?" Dean questions Crowley back at the bar.
"To keep you sharp."
"Really?"
"If it wasn't for me throwing demon chum your way, what do you think would've happened? The mark needs to be sated. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise, I turn into a demon. Yeah, yeah. I sort of got that six week ago."
"Just trying to help."
"You lied."
"Who do you think you're talking to here? Does the tin man have a sheet-metal willy? Of course I lied."
"Okay."
"Hey. Sit down. Sit. I needed to keep you sharp for our future, about which we need to talk."
"Our future?"
"Our professional future. How to put this? If I have to spend one more night in this fetid petri dish of broken dreams and B.O., I will cut off my own face."
"I don't know what you're talking about. 'Cause I'm good. Hell, I'm great."
"Really? How many suicide wings can you eat? How many one-hit wonders can you karaoke to death?"
"Okay, see, the deal was we howl at the moon...no time stamp, no expiration date."
"We've howled. We've bayed. W-we've done extraordinary things to triplets, all of which have been massively entertaining."
"Mm."
"I will treasure our Flickr albums forever. But now it's time for us to accept what we are and go back to work."
"Pass."
"Think of it...the king of Hell, Dean Winchester by his side. Together we rule. Together we create the perfect Hell. And all of this that's bloomed between us never ends. We're not ending the party. We're just moving the party. Out with the club circuit, in with the stadium tour. Oh. Did I forget to mention I spoke to Moose earlier? And that precious woman of yours that you left behind."
"What?"
"Yes. Uh, apparently they've been tracking us for some time now. They got my text from the cell of that demon that you stabbed in blah, blah, blah. It was...words were spoken..emotions. I realize in retrospect, perhaps too many words, too many emotions."
"They traced the call."
"My bad. I guess they'll be here by morning...the latest."
"You sold me out. Well, that's just lovely."
"I don't know what's going on with you. I truly don't. But I've had just about enough of it. Sold you out? Try 'doing you a favor'. Everything I've done for you for the past six months...the mark, the first blade, midwifing you back to life, offering you a seat by my side...has been a favor, a gift, whether you see it or you don't. Take the night. Decide. You know where to find me."
And exactly what Crowley said, Sam and I were on the way to the bar, but that's when the car stalled and stopped working.
"Well this is just great."
"Yeah. Pop the hood." He says as he gets out of the car.
I nod and do so, but once I do a pair of headlights comes up behind us, and a guy gets out.
"Hey."
"Need some help?"
"Uh...yeah I think so. It just died on me."
"Out here? Your ride really has it out for you, huh?"
"I guess so."
"Case of bad luck I suppose." I remark as I get out of the car.
"Give you a hand with that?" He asks as Sam tries to get the hood open with one hand.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'd appreciate it. Yeah. Thanks."
"Ah...these new cars and there computerized brains, huh? One zero out of place, and the whole thing just goes kaput. Well, right there. There's your problem."
"What is that?" I ask.
"Well, that's a kill switch. This here is the remote."
"How did you..." I trail off, but before I could finish that sentence he knocked Sam out and ties him up and puts a bag over his head. "Hey! You son a..." I say as I start to approach him.
"Uh uh uh. Go get in the car sweetheart."
"I don't think so." I snap.
He sighs and grabs another zip tie and grabs me and ties my hands behind my back and drags me to his car, with me kicking and screaming. After he gets me in the car, he grabs Sam and puts him in the car as well, before driving off. Dean, still at the bar was drunk again, and proceeded to sing another karaoke song, with the crowd booing him like last time. When he was finally laying down in bed, Anne came in.
"Drink, tough guy." She says, offering him water.
"Nah, I'm good."
"Your funeral."
"Mm."
"What?"
"Let's go somewhere, you and me."
"We are somewhere."
"No. Somewhere else."
"Sweetie...we barely know each other. And you're drunk."
"Yeah, but, uh...I-I protected your honor, didn't I?"
"Yeah. I thought so, too. Seeing you take on Matt, I was like, 'Wow'. No one's ever done that for me before. But then you kept going and going, and I realized whatever is going on with you has nothing to do with my 'honor' at all."
"Hm. You got all that from a bar fight? Wow. You're good."
"I wait tables at a roadhouse. I meet the bad guys. I meet the good guys. And maybe for a second there, I thought you were a good guy playing bad. I don't know. It doesn't matter. Maybe you're just..."
"The kind of guy who sleeps with every skank in every small-town dive that he passes through? Well, you really do know how to read people, 'cause that sure as hell sounds like me."
"Now, see? I'm so screwed up myself, I'm gonna walk out of here thinking I actually deserved that."
Nightfall came, and Hannah, Cas and Daniel were sitting around a fire, sigils painted on rocks surrounding them.
"What I'll never understand is why angles won't acknowledge the wisdom to be found down here."
"What wisdom is to be gained from humans?"
"I'm not speaking to you."
"Do you understand what he's...fine. But if you are to be free, that is to be decided by all angels."
"There's that angelic irony."
"We're not going back there." Adina says as she appears. "Not ever."
"Adina. This is Hannah and Castiel. Stow the blade please."
"When she stows hers."
"Hannah, what are you doing?"
"We'll never get a chance to argue our freedom from a prison cell."
"You should've though of that before slaughtering one of your own."
"No, no. We were talking. We were getting somewhere."
"Okay, everybody just..."
"You want to be free? Go ahead. Be free."
"Hannah."
And just then a fight breaks out between Hannah and Adina, and then Daniel tries to get involved.
"Stop this."
"No. Daniel."
Before he could kill Hannah, Cas had killed him.
"No!"
Adina gets one last thing in before dashing off.
"We have to get her."
"She's gone."
"We have to."
"Hannah. It's over."
With the three of us, Sam and I were being ushered inside whatever it was and then we were sat down on a couple of chairs and tied up.
"Breathe. There you go. You good, partner? How's that chicken wing?"
"Who are you?"
"Yeah, who exactly are you?"
"First time I broke my arm, my older brother Davey, had me riding on the handles of his three-speed. Decided to pop us a wheelie, look real fancy for all the little pretties outside the DQ. Well, we were looking mighty good for a little bit. And then, 'whoop!'. Ass end over teakettle, boy. Hurt like a son of a bitch. You're Sam Winchester. I think we can all agree on that. I don't know exactly who you are sweetheart, but you must have some relation to Dean. But telling by that ring on your finger, you must be his fiancee."
"Dean...you know Dean? How?"
"Oh, he and I go way back."
"You're a hunter?" Sam questions.
"Sure. Yeah, we can go with that. Hunting your brother counts, right?"
"I wouldn't do that."
"Yeah."
"Trust me. Look, buddy, I-I don't know who you are alright? I don't know what you want or what my brother did, but if you got any sense, I suggest you turn tail and run back to that army recruiting ad that spit you out in the first place. He's a monster."
"Well, he was. Yeah, he was...many many moons ago. But now he's prey. And I'm the monster now."
"We have to report this." Hannah says as she and Cas are on the way back.
"And say what? Things got out of control? Another angel has died."
"He was going to kill me, Castiel."
"They just wanted to be left alone."
"Without rules, there is chaos. Out of chaos rise angels like Naomi, Bartholomew...Metatron."
"Well perhaps I've been down here with them for too long. There's seemingly nothing but chaos. But not all bad comes from it. Art. Hope. Love. Dreams."
"But t-those are human things."
"Yes."
Dean however was on the road himself, and his phone started to ring, and it was showing Sam, but where we were...it was that guy calling from Sam's phone.
"I left you both an open tab at the bar. Knock yourself out."
"Well hell, I just may take you up on that."
"And who's this?"
"Me? Well I'm Karma, brother."
"On my brother's phone?"
"On your brother's phone."
"Is he dead?"
"No. Not yet. And as long as you show up where I tell you to show up, your brother and your girl will be just fine."
"And how do I know they're even both still alive?"
"Speak."
Sam doesn't really say anything, and the guy sighs and punches him in the face.
"Ahh! Dean!"
"What the hell was that for? You psychopath!"
"Proof of life. Got a pen?"
"No. You listen to me. There's no trade. There's no meet-up. There's no nothing...except the 100% guarantee that, somewhere down the road, I will find you, and I will kill you."
"Well, that'll be a cold comfort to your dead brother. May just leave your girl alive, but we'll see about that."
"I told him to let me go. So whatever jam he's gotten the both of them in now, that is his problem."
"Yeah, well, I'll be sure to pass that on to him as I'm slitting his throat."
"Yeah, you do that, 'cause he knows me. They both know me. And they know damn sure that if I am one thing, I am a man of my word."
