Chapter 2: Black part 2

Hannah took Castiel off a secluded place down the road from the motel.

"Alright Hannah, what did you want to see me about?" he asked her when they both got out of the car and saw that they seemed to be completely alone.

"Castiel, surely you've sensed what has happened? He's back."

Castiel nodded. "Michael."

"He means to reassume his rule of Heaven. To take us back to how we were. After everything that has happened and all we've gone through we can't have let that be for nothing. We have to do something. We need you to lead us again…just like you did against Raphael."

Castiel just looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry Hannah but I can't."

"Castiel," she said cutting him off. "You don't seem to understand. Michael is laying down the law harder than he ever did. He has decreed that anyone that is not showing absolute loyalty to him and his position is to be eliminated immediately. He says that there is no more room for disloyalty. He's had the Powers wipe out a small faction of angels because of mild suspicion that they once conspired with demons."

Castiel rolled his eyes. "I see nothing wrong with that," he muttered out.

Hannah just stared empathically back at him. "I know that you've haven't been feel well Castiel."

"No…I…feel like a million dollars," he tried to explain away.

But Hannah shook her head. "That's not true. What Metatron did to you is taking its toll even more, isn't it? I can see it. I can feel it. Those of us that I've gathered together want to help you. We can help you and then you can help us."

"Help me? How?" he asked. "Do you plan to capture some other angel and cut out their grace so that I could be saved?" he said a bit angrily.

"We need you," she said in response.

"To do what Hannah?"

Hannah seemed taken aback. She thought it was obvious. "To keep us free. To not throw away all we done. Make everything we've fought for not be for nothing."

Castiel then turned around and let his forehead rest down on the hood of the car. "Maybe we should."

"You don't mean that," she said quickly.

"No," Castiel said as he nodded and then pushed himself away from the car to look back at Hannah. "I do. What has happened since the Apocalypse was averted. What has happened to Heaven and all the angels with his absence…it perhaps was for nothing." Castiel sighed. "Maybe it's for the best that Michael is back to take back control."

Hannah's mouth was open slightly. "You are just delirious," she tried to explain. "You don't know what you're really saying."

"No," he bit out. "I do. Everything I've done…all that's happened. The war, the slaughter, the fall…I've only made things worse. Even when I did rule Heaven I didn't make anything better for anyone. I only brought more pain and suffering." Castiel thought back to his conversation with Joseph a few months ago. "I couldn't even keep control for more than a few weeks. I…don't know what you think I can do. I can't help you Hannah. I can't help anyone."

There was more to that statement then simply his brothers and sisters in Heaven. It also referred to what had happened to Dean. How he just was able to stand there and watch as Metatron killed him. Castiel, well or ill, he was unable to help anyone with anything.

Hannah looked like she was trying not to look upset or hurt by what Castiel was saying to her. She was just calmly staring back at him. "So…you're just going to let Michael and the Powers do whatever they want?"

"At this point…it may be for the best. You and your fellow faction members should just go and pledge your support to Michael. Take care of yourselves and don't worry about me."

You don't understand Castiel. It's well known that we have strongly supported you in the past. Michael is leaving no room for insubordination this time. He feels that the risk is too high for rebellion to spark again that he is striking at wherever he feels it may exist. If I or the others go to him he will have us executed."

"That's if you're lucky."

Castiel and Hannah turned to the direction that the voice came from to see a young brown haired woman stepping out for the brush and walking calmly towards them. Except she wasn't a woman. Both of them could see that she was an angel, an angel with restored wings.

Hannah brought out her blade. "Stay back," she said holding it out at her.

The new angel just held her hands up as she kept walking forward to them. "Relax there Hannah. I'm not here to fight. I come in peace."

"Who are you?" Castiel asked her.

"You two don't recognize me? I'm almost hurt," she said playfully. "Castiel, Hannah, it's me. Anita."

"Anita?" Castiel muttered out. She was one of the renegades that was freed from Heaven's Prison.

Hannah immediately tensed. "What do you want here?"

Anita held her hand up. "Relax there Hannah. I merely wished to talk to Castiel. You can join us if you like."

"Talk?" Castiel asked stiffly as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her. "About what?"

"The future," she said simply. "All of our futures."

Sam visited the fill-up store where the attack had happened. Turned out there was a witness to the whole thing, the clerk.

"Oh yeah," he said when Sam asked him about Dean. "The porn guy was at him. Broke at him like, what!" he said throwing a fist. "And the other guys was like, what?" he said stepping back and making some downward jabbing movements like he had a knife. "Say my name. Say my name," he said with every stab movement. Sam wasn't amused. "Oh, and there was a lot…of blood." The guy seemed to sober up when the talk of blood came in.

"Right," Sam said before clearing his throat. "When…porn guy came in, did he say anything?"

"Uh…where's the porn?" the clerk said uncomfortably.

"That's all he said?" Sam asked and the clerk just nodded. "Did he buy anything? Use a credit card?" The clerk just stared back at him before shaking his head finally. Sam was now irritated. "Nothing? So, some guy comes in, kills another guy. In your store, on your watch and you, you just keep on…keeping on?" he scolded.

"You mean when porn guy was stabbing some other guy dead, ten feet in front of me and I was having a total code brown moment in my favorite freaking pair of pants because I thought I was next, did I conduct a field interview?" the clerk said scolding Sam now. "No." That got Sam to settle down and get off his case. "Hey, can you do me a solid?" The guy then pulled out a cellphone. "Found this wedged under the TV. I think it might be the dead guy's phone so if you're heading back to the station…"

Sam took the phone and opened it to see a photo of the possessed man on a bike on the screen. He saw that the last message he received was coordinates to this Gas N' Sip and a message that read: Long Live Abaddon. So that meant that someone had sent this guy to try and assassinate Dean. He went and called the number.

The one who picked up was Crowley. "You're dead," his voice said.

"No," Sam said back. "Just using a dead man's phone."

"Moose," he breathed out. "Took you long enough. Your brother and I were beginning to wonder if you had hit another dog."

Sam bit back the rush of anger he felt when Crowley talked about Dean like he was still out and about. "My brother…is dead Crowley. Okay, and I know that you have some freaking demon parading around in his meat suit and believe me, you are going to pay for that."

"Oh Moose…Moose, I'm afraid you haven't allowed yourself to dream quite big enough yet. Your brother is very much alive, courtesy of the Mark. The only demon inside of him is his own. Leaving him more twisted and wrangled than you could possibly imagine but I assure you, it's all his. Now, all better?"

Sam didn't lose a beat. "And the Abaddon supporters that you've been sending to kill my brother? How does Dean feel about that little double-cross?"

"If that's what you think is happening then you are more out of depth than I thought."

"I don't know how you did this. What kind of…black magic stunt you pulled but you hear me, I will save my brother. Or die trying!"

"You know what tickles me about all this?" Crowley asked mockingly. "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, what's bothering you is that he's with me, and he's having the time of his life. You can't stand the thought, that he's mine."

"He's not your pet," Sam bit out.

"My pet? He's my best friend. My partner in crime. They'll write songs about us. Graphic Novels titled The Misadventures of Crowley and Squirrel." Sam's grip on the phone tightened and his eyes shut in anger. "Dean Winchester completes me and that is what makes you lose your chickens."

Sam resolved tightened like his grip on the phone. "I'm going to find you. I am going to save my brother. And I'm going to kill you dead."

"Wow," Crowley slurred. "That's the operative phrase isn't it? Find you. Good luck with that." He then hung up.

What Crowley didn't seem to get was that while he seemed to think that Sam was spinning his wheels he had been playing possum. His other phone had been tracking his location and now he had it. A bar over in North Dakota.

Crowley chuckled as he hung up the phone and looked to the bartender. "Another shot please."

"And one for me too."

Crowley flinched as the spot next to him was now occupied by Samael.

"Samael…you're an unexpected treat."

Samael rolled his eyes. "Spare me your cheap flattery Crowley."

"Oh, so straight to business then? I must say that with your renowned reputation of charm and seduction you sure know how to make the King of Hell feel cheap."

"When they're appealing," Samael said as he accepted the glass from the bartender. "But yes, we should get straight to business on your lack of it lately."

"What are you talking about?"

Samael gave him a look before his eyes went over to Dean who was starting a game of pool against some guys on the other side of the bar.

"I see you've been enjoying our latest investment."

"Oh, is that a crime now?" Crowley was seething. What right did Samael of all people have with lecturing him about enjoying investments?

Samael snorted. "Of course not. You know that I always see to breaking new toys in but even I have a quota for professionalism. I have no problem if it was a week, two is understandable, three…now that is seriously pushing it. You were on my case for honoring our little arrangement Crowley and its you that's being the stiff."

"Relax," Crowley said giving him a bit of a stink eye. "I have it under control."

"Really?" Samael said before taking a sip of his scotch. "Because it seems to me that he is the one that has control over you Crowley."

"He doesn't," Crowley argued.

"Oh? Is that why you've been lagging behind in these backwater night bars and sitting back while Hell's new superstar prances about making a jackass of himself? Have you forgotten just what he is containing?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten," the demon bit out. "His case is unusual in case you'd forgotten that. Normal transition methods don't really apply. I've been handling it."

"Well, you better get a much better handle on it because it doesn't look like you've made any progress from where I'm sitting. Remember, we had a deal. I held up my end to the letter. But it seems the King of Hell isn't able to hold up his. How's that going to be for your image to the rest of demonkind? The King of the Demons who can't handle a baby demon," he said mockingly. "Especially since if you can't handle him like agreed…you know what my compensation is."

Crowley's jaw tightened. "It won't have to come to that."

"For your sake, it better not. After all…it's not going to be my ass on the line if it does. Especially for what you know is coming," Samael then finished emptying his glass. "Collections due soon. The Devil isn't the only one who always comes back to collect."

Samael then vanished in a faint flap of wings leaving Crowley there to glare at the now vacant spot before he went and drunk the last of his cup empty.

"Dean," he said waddling over to the pool table where Dean was aiming his cue.

"I'm busy here," he said before shooting the ball and landing one of the balls into a pocket.

"I can see that, but there is some urgent business we have to discuss."

Dean stared at him with a raised eyebrow but Crowley kept his stern gaze on him. They stared each other down for a moment before Dean finally rolled his eyes.

"Alright," he huffed. "Give me a minute."

"Of course," Crowley said moving back for the bar.

A few minutes later Dean came over and sat next to him and Crowley began to explain some things to him.

"You sent those demons?" Dean said when Crowley was finished. "To kill me?"

"To keep you sharp," he corrected.

Dean snorted. "Really?"

"If it wasn't for me throwing those demons your way what do you think would happen? The Mark needs to be sated, otherwise-"

"Otherwise I turn into a demon. Yeah, thanks. I sorta got that a few weeks ago," Dean slurred out before he took a sip from his beer bottle.

"Just trying to help."

"You lied," Dean pointed out.

Crowley scrunched up his face. "Who do you think you're talking to here? Does the Tin Man have a sheet metal willy? Of course I lied."

"Okay," Dean groaned before he got up to head back to the billiard section to resume his fun.

"Sit down," Crowley said causing Dean to look back at him. "Sit." Dean just looked back at him blankly, not moving a muscle. Crowley just let an aggravated breath loose from his nose. "I needed to keep you sharp, for our future. About which we really need to talk."

"Our future?" Dean asked jokingly.

"Professional future. How to put this…if I have to spend one more night in this feated petri dish of broken dreams and B.O, I will cut off my own face."

Dean shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about. 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?" he said scoldingly.

"Okay," Dean said taking his seat back. "The deal was: We howl at the moon. No time stamp. No expiration date."

Crowley bit back his growing aggravation. There was indeed an expiration date and it was practically around the corner. "We've howled. We've bayed. We done extraordinary things to triplets, all of which have been massively entertaining. I will treasure our Flickr albums forever. But now, it's time we accept what we are and go back to work."

"Pass," Dean said before going for his beer.

Crowley wasn't going to give in, not now. "Think of it. The King of Hell and Dean Winchester by his side, together. We rule together. We create the perfect Hell. And all of this that's…bloomed between us, it never ends. We're not ending the party, we're moving the party. So as not to have the recently liberated holy bighead Michael and his Power Rangers come around and kill the fun when their Command Center is up and running again. Think on that," he said moving off but then he stopped in his tracks. "Oh, almost forgot. I spoke to Moose earlier."

"What?" he said turning around.

"Yes, apparently he's been tracking us for some time now. He got my text from the celibate demon that you stabbed, blah blah blah. It was…words were spoken. Emotions. In retrospect maybe too many words and too many emotions."

Dean tilted his head. "He traced the call."

"My bad," Crowley shrugged. "I guess he'll be here by morning, at the latest."

"You sold me out? Well…that's just lovely," he muttered unamused.

Crowley gave Dean a hard look. "I don't know what's going on with you. Really, I don't but I'm just about sick of it. Sold you out? Try, Did you a favor. Everything I've done for you the past six months: The Mark. The First Blade. Mid-Wifing you back to life. Offering you a seat by my side, has been a favor. A Gift whether you see it or don't," he finished sternly. It was time for him to lay down the law. He's had enough of both Dean and Samael thinking him a weak fool He was the bloody King of Hell! It was time for them to remember that. Nevertheless, he still needed Dean at his side so he settled a bit. "You know what, take the night. Decide. You know where to find me."

He then left with Dean staring off blankly.

Daniel was standing off in some far corner as his head was bowed down and tears steadily fell. He had regained his strength earlier that day and had set out to fully catch up on everything that was going on now. He was shocked to learn that the Winchesters not only found but actually had attacked the Paradise Pavilion while he and the others were away. He was even more shocked, not to mention devastated, to hear that Dean had killed some angels and Battalion members. Among the dead were Nathaniel and Tessa. But there was one death that really struck him in the heart.

Logan.

It broke Daniel's heart to hear that Logan had been killed. Stabbed by Dean Winchester with an ancient weapon of evil, The First Blade. That was not the way for his friend to go. Logan wasn't just his friend, he was what he had once dreamed to be. When Daniel was still in school, before he even learned of any of this, he was seriously considering a career in the FBI. He planned to follow in the family tradition of law enforcement and his father and brother felt he would go farther than any member of their family had gone before and go national with the bureau. It may have been a lifetime ago but the awe still hit Daniel.

He could still remember when he and Logan first met. Daniel had stumbled upon demonic signs close to where he was. With his gifts he stumbled onto a demon that just so happened to be in a man that Logan was tracking. He had thought him to be a serial killer and when Logan tried to confront him, was almost killed when he couldn't bring him down with bullets. Luckily, Logan was there to exorcise it and save Logan. After a time, Logan said that he owed him his life and wanted to repay him by helping him with his mission of rebuilding the Battalion and reached out to his list of lawful contacts and connections. It was thanks to their partnership that Michael's Battalion was the full scale operation and force it was today. Looking back, maybe it was destiny. While destiny could be cruel, it could also be wonderful. While some, a pair that shall remain nameless, kicked destiny to the curb when it snubbed them Daniel was ready to take it no matter what it gave or took from him. Like he once said, you can't pick and choose. You have to take the good along with the bad.

Gadreel cleared his throat to get his attention. "He's ready to see you now."

"Okay, I'm coming," Daniel nodded before wiped the traces of tears from his eyes and followed off after him.

He went through the Manor to the door leading to the study. There were two angels on either side of the doorway standing guard. When Gadreel stepped in front of them he gestured his hand over to Daniel. "He's expecting him."

"Just him renegade," one of them said to him.

"Hey," Daniel said softly to him. "Gadreel's been pardoned. He's one of you now so maybe you should start treating him as such."

The angel stared back with hard look from him to Gadreel before he went and opened the door. Daniel then walked in and the angels closed the door behind him. Daniel stiffened as his eyes met with the being sitting in an armchair staring back at him. Michael, the first angel in creation, was sitting in wait for him. Daniel took note of how much cleaner he looked than he was when he had emerged from the cage. He had a fresh pair of normal well fitted clothes, his face and hair was neatly groomed and was free of the grime and ash that seemed to stick to him from the Cage. To anyone else, it would look like a typical and average young man was sitting there. However, Daniel wasn't just anyone as his eyes could make out the glow of grace surrounding him and the sight of the golden wings closed behind his back.

"Daniel Leonard," he said as he stepped closer. "We finally meet."

"Yeah, I mean, yes," Daniel stuttered out. "We do…your holiness."

But Michael held out his hand. "No need for formalities. If anything that should be on myself and not just for your efforts in freeing me from the Cage but in your bid to restore the balance of the Natural Order. Joseph and the rest of the Powers have told me commendable things about you and for them to give praises to anyone, especially to a human, that is no small feat."

"Uh…thank you."

"Sit," he said pointing out the chair across from him. "I believe that you and I have much to discuss."

Daniel couldn't help the reflex of swallowing nervously.

Sam was driving as fast as he could to get to where Crowley's signal came from. At least he was before his car decided to break down. Of all the times and places for it to do that. In the middle of the night, in the middle of a deserted off road. Sam got out to try to see what the problem was when a car started to pull up. It stopped behind his car and the driver stepped out. Sam tensed but saw that he seemed normal looking.

"Need some help?" he asked politely as he had his hands in his pockets.

"Uh, yeah. It just died on me," he said circling the hood.

"Out here?" the guy said giving it a once over.

"Yeah."

"Your ride really has it out for you, huh?" the guy joked.

Sam smirked. "Guess so," he said before going for the hood.

"Give you a hand with that?" he asked when he saw Sam have trouble because of his broken arm. Sam nodded his appreciation. "Computerized cars these days, if one 0 goes then the whole thing breaks apart." He lifted it and pointed. "Look, that right there is the problem."

Sam looked to see some kind of electric box hooked up to his engine. "What the hell is that?"

"That's a killswitch. And here," he then held up a device in his hand. "this is the remote."

Sam immediately tensed and reached for his gun to pull on the guy who jacked his car but wasn't fast enough before he was punched and knocked on his back side. When he was knocked out, the mystery guy tied him up.

Anita led both Castiel and Hannah to the wilderness where they were sitting quite contently in front of a fire. The night sky was clear and completely open to them.

"Now," Anita said settling herself back a bit. "Let's talk."

"On what Anita?" asked Castiel. "Why are you here? What could you possibly want with me?"

"Well, it's not me that wants anything Castiel. It's who asked me to come. He would've come himself but he has his hands tied with other pressing business."

"Who?" he asked though he knew the answer already.

"Samael."

Castiel stood up in protest. "No. I won't listen to anything he or you have to say on his behalf."

"Let's not be too hasty there Castiel. He may have gotten off to a rocky start with you but he has some sympathy for what is ailing you."

"Sympathy, really? Samael has no sympathies. He doesn't even know the meaning of the word."

"That's just harsh, don't you think?" Anita said with a smirk spreading on her. "The least you could do is hear what he sent me to say before you begin to judge."

"We have nothing to talk with the likes of you about," said Hannah.

"Oh? I'm curious Hannah. What is the likes of me?"

"You're an abomination. A monster who betrayed Heaven."

"Betrayed Heaven? Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't that what Castiel has been accused of doing? More than once? And you seem to be eager to speak with him. You, who if I'm not mistaken, are conspiring to betray Heaven as well."

"We're trying to save Heaven," she protested. "Unlike you who went and whispered things into human ears, ridiculous and despicable things and claimed that they were the will of our Father."

Anita chuckled silently to herself. Yes, she remembered that. How she convinced one person that he had to set fire to a strip club because God deemed it rightly so. And another time when she told a boy to climb a fence into a bear cage because God had ordered him to as a test of his faith. Or another time when she told a woman to push a man in a subway into the tracks because if not he would commit a vile deed that same day and she had been chosen to stop it.

"I just gave them a message. The ones who received them had the choice to listen or ignore it."

Castiel glared at her. "The people you chose to give those 'messages' were lonely and downtrodden people and highly susceptible to your manipulations. They hardly had the choice to ignore it."

Anita just smiled at him. "That's just it, isn't it Castiel? Humans are always willing to do what you want when you tell them what they want to hear. But when they hear you speak against their desires, that's when they resist. I just wanted to give them what they wanted to hear for once."

"You didn't want to help them," Hannah scolded. "You wanted chaos."

"Ah, but its in chaos that such good things happen, don't they Castiel? You've been around humans for so long. Heck, you actually were one. You should know what wonderful things can be bred in chaos."

Castiel nodded. "Art, hope, love, dreams. But those are for the humans to discover on their own. Not for you to intentionally spark for your own amusement."

"Oh please, like you never wanted to spark such things with the chaos that you caused. The hope and dreams of freedom that came from your rebellion and uprising especially within your two favorites. Your precious Winchesters? Their strength to resist, when its in their best interest to of course. Well, Winchester if we're being more accurate now."

Castiel made to attack her but Hannah stood and held him back. "No Castiel. You're too weak. You won't stand a chance against her."

"Yes," she said. "Listen to the voice of reason Castiel. You're at the end of your rope. You know it. Hannah knows it. I know it. But more importantly, Samael knows it. And he wants to help you."

"Help me? Samael? And why would he want to do that?"

"Because…he likes you Castiel. I mean, what self-respecting angel doesn't? He wants to help you and he can. He can fully restore your grace, even give you back your full wings and power."

"And what would Samael want in exchange for his generous donation?" he asked sarcastically.

"Just one simple thing. Your help…in his fight against Michael. After all, isn't that what you want as well?"

Castiel and Hannah stilled as they stared back at her, the flickering light of the fire lighting the unease and hesitation on their faces.

Dean tried to go back to his routine but everything seemed to have changed. His flirtation with Ann Marie was now being rejected. She was freaked by him now. His pool games weren't fun anymore and his karaoke singing was rejected and the owner tried to deny him before he could finish, to which he punched the guy's lights out. He went to bed completely unsated.

"Let's go," the guy said as he pulled Sam down into an old mill with his hands tied and a bag over his head.

Sam soon found himself thrown into a chair and had his feet bound. The bag was then ripped off of him giving him a clear look at his capture. He seemed to be a tough and strong looking guy. He had this look on his face like he'd been in his fair share of fights and that being brutal wasn't anything new to him.

"Hey partner," he said when Sam stared at him. "You okay? How's that chicken wing?"

Sam lightly held onto his broken arm. He didn't bind his hands. The guy who had him didn't seem to be a demon, angel or some kind of shifter. He seemed genuinely human. "Who are you?"

The guy didn't react to the question as he went to set Sam's bag on a nearby table. "You know, the first time I broke my arm my older brother Davy had me riding on the handles of his three speed. Decided to pop us a wheelie," he said as he looked through the contents of his bag. To see the different set of weapons and flasks of holy water he had. "Doing good for a little bit and then whoop," he snapped his fingers for effect. "It hurt like a son of a bitch." He then threw the bag away and approached him. "You're Sam Winchester. Your older brother Dean…he and I go waaay back."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "Really…so I take it you're not with the Battalion then. You don't seem the type. So what…are you a hunter?"

The guy paced and then nodded. "Yeah. I guess you could call it that. Hunting your brother counts, right?"

"I wouldn't do that," he tried to warn but the guy just laughed. "Trust me. Look buddy, I don't know who you are, alright. I don't know what you want or what my brother did but if you've got any sense then I say you turn tail and run back to that army recruiting ad that spit you out in the first place. He's a monster."

"Oh he was," he nodded. "Yes…he was. Many, many moons ago. Now, he's prey." He then leaned in. "And I'm a monster now."

He then took out Sam's phone from his pocket and then scrolled down the contacts until he found Dean's name and called it. It wasn't long before he picked up.

"Left you an open tab at the bar. Knock yourself out."

"Well," he said smiling at the sound of Dean's voice. "I just might take you up on that."

"Who is this?"

"Me? Well, I'm karma brother."

"On my brother's phone?"

"On your brother's phone."

"Is he dead?"

"No, not yet. As long as you show up where I tell you to show up, your brother will be just fine."

"How do I know he's still alive?"

He then turned to Sam and held the phone out to him. "Speak," he told Sam. Sam didn't say anything and just stared after him so he went and punched him. "Proof of life," he said in response to Sam's pained yell.

Sam reeled from the punch but still managed a loud enough "Dean," to be heard from the phone.

"Got a pen?" he asked Dean.

"No, you listen to me. There's no trade. There's no meet up. No nothing. Except the 100% guarantee that somewhere down the road I will find you. And I will kill you."

He smirked. "That'll be a cold comfort to your dead brother."

"Hey, I told him to let me go. He didn't listen so whatever jam he's in now, that is his problem."

"Well…I'll be sure to pass that onto him when I'm slitting his throat."

"Yeah, you do that. Because he knows me and he knows that if I'm one thing, I'm a man of my word." Dean then hung up.

Sam watched as he looked back at him before he started to pace a bit.

Well…this wasn't exactly going according to his plan.

End of Chapter 2

A/N: Well, that's the first full episode. I hope that you have been left with a good craving to see what is next to come in this season. Oh, there is going to be a lot to come. There are certain storylines that I won't be using like Claire Novak's story as I wasn't too crazy for it. But others like Rowena and the Stynes will be coming to play. And check out my new updates and pages on the supernaturalfanon but beware of some spoilers.

The next episode will start with Cole explaining himself to Sam and why he is hunting for his brother. Castiel rejects Anita but it isn't taken well. Michael and Daniel also share on what is to come for them all.