Chapter 3- Back in Black
(AC/DC)
Everyone in the room breathed a collected sigh of relief. Cas and the angels couldn't believe what they had just seen, Dean was shacking with adrenaline, and Sam now cried tears of joy as he stroked Zoey's hair. Cas looked around the room, and asked that they leave Sam and Zoey to themselves, of course not before Dean could get in a snarky remark. "Well you sorta gotta marry the girl now Sammy. She died and came back, that makes her a Winchester." Sam didn't mind Dean's playful banter he was too happy to snap back at his brother, so he laughed. Once Zoey decided to live, her health improved quite rapidly. Castiel made sure she was constantly eating, and two more weeks in heaven proved to be just long enough to get here back to a healthy weight. Sam, Dean, and Zoey were more than ready to go back to the bunker, but Cas wanted to have a chat with the boys before they left heaven.
Delilah had become quite fond of the Winchesters and she was the one that showed them around their entire stay. So it was only fitting that she escorted them to Castiel on their last day in heaven. "He's ready for you gentlemen" Delilah said as she opened the door to Castiel's office. Sam and Dean walked right up to his desk and took a seat in the chairs opposite him. "Thank you Delilah you're dismissed." Cas, said as he waved her off. "Sam…Dean, thank you for coming to see me. I brought you here, because I wanted to talk about what's going to happen with Zoey." "What do you mean, what's going to happen with Zoey? She's doing great, and the baby's growing." Castiel put his hand up to stop Sam from continuing. "That's not what I meant. She's in great health and doing better than expected, but you two are going to need to watch her very closely. She's thriving here, but that's only because this is heaven. The power over this place doesn't affect angels. We are used to it, but as soon as you go back to earth the real pain is going to hit her. She will experience severe post traumatic stress disorder." Dean shifted in his seat and asked "So what? Heaven has magical powers to make us feel all warm inside, because we're humans?" Cas nodded, "Essentially, yes. Once you get back to the bunker I'll be checking in frequently to see how she is doing, but you'll need to try and get her talking. She might not want to, but if she bottles up everything she's gone through there's a chance Zoey could start to mentally deteriorate." "I guess things have to get worse before they get better right?" Sam stated hesitantly. "Remember to be patient with her. We don't know what Crowley might have done or said while she was captured." Sam nodded in agreement.
With a grimace Dean chimed in, "As far as I'm concerned that dick weed is public enemy number one again." Castiel could see the hate spelled out across Dean's face, which brought him to his next topic. "While we're talking about Crowley I need to warn you that he's once more disappeared. After we saved you my angels left him there. We didn't have time to seek retribution, so he got away. I set up a task force specifically for keeping tabs on him. They are working on finding him as we speak, but until they do I have to ask that you don't go seeking vengeance." Sam's eyes widened as he tilted his head and scoffed. "You've gotta be kidding me right? Zoey nearly died, because of him and you want us just to sit back and do nothing? I can't agree to that." "Me either." Dean chirped. "Boys please. For now can you just promise to leave Crowley to more capable hands? Think about it. He stabbed Zoey, but that's all he knows. What might happen if he finds out she's not dead? History sometimes has a way of repeating itself. Just let it go." A hushed silence fell over the room as Sam and Dean looked at each other. Neither of them wanted to take what Cas said to heart, but they'd have to obey him if they wanted to keep Zoey safe. Dean and Sam stood up and started to leave, "Dean wait just a moment." Cas said. "Yea, what's up?" "When you leave I'll have Delilah go with you just to be sure. We need to take all precautions with you going back to the bunker. She has agreed to give it a clean sweep before departing. Also I had my angels retrieve your car, and bring it back to the bunker as well." Dean rubbed his hand down the front of his face. "Cas, if my baby isn't in pristine condition you're gonna get an ear full." "I can assure you, my angels are more than capable. Your car will be fine."
Dean met Sam in the hall where Zoey stood waiting too. With the help of Delilah the three of them were planted right outside the bunker. Delilah did as she was told and examined every inch of the facility, and even took it upon herself to put Sam's still destroyed room back in order. She had insisted that they all wait for her in the library before moving about. "OK, Winchesters and Miss. Lain. Your fortress is in working order. There's nothing out of the ordinary here. I wish you all the best." "Thanks again." Sam replied as he went to shake her hand. Delilah returned the gesture and let herself out. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna go get plastered. Care to join….err well not Zoey. Sorry kid. No booze for you." Dean sneered at her. "Bite me Barbie" Zoey snapped. Dean smiled at her, and took his leave. "So you feeling alright?" Sam turned to Zoey and gave her a side hug. "Holy crap Sam, I feel like I was hit by a truck. Who gets stabbed twice? Am I going to turn into the Bella Swan of this Twilight story?" Sam chuckled, and started walking her out of the room. "No Zo, you aren't a Bella Swan at all. You're in the Winchester club, which means you're about ten times worse than a Bella Swan." The two of them had a good laugh and Sam escorted her to his bed to sleep.
Dean was in the kitchen chugging the last of the Grey Goose when Sam found him. "Woah easy killer we've been back less than an hour and you finished a bottle." "What are you nuts Sammy. There was only like a drop." Dean walked to a nearby cabinet and pulled something out, "This baby bro… this is what I was really after." Dean flashed Sam a Jameson bottle, "You game or what?" Sam smirked before pulling something out of a cabinet himself. He had retrieved two shot glasses and slammed them on the island. One eyebrow raised he answered him with, "Plastered eh…..just this once."
Two hours later, a very drunk Sam and Dean had polished off a bottle of Bacardi Gold, Jose Cuervo, Jim Beam, and a six pack of Dos Equis. This was not including the Jameson that was guzzled down first. The pair of them started stumbling around the bunker in a daze as they attempted to hold a conversation. "Slammy…Slammy I rub you man. You're the breast wittle broder I had." "You swed had, but I….I….I" before he could finish Sam let out a loud belch. He rubbed his stomach, "Oh Deam I don't fleel good. That tasted like bomit." "Slammy you're just a light weight." Dean replied, as he slapped his brother on the back. Sam's body didn't appreciate the sudden hit. He jolted once…..twice…..three times, and puked right there in the hall. "See Slammy! I told you, yous a…." Dean puked. Sam looked over at his brother, as he stood up and wiped vomit chunks from his chin. Realizing what was going on Sam began to cry. "Oh no Deam…Zoobe is gonna be so made at us." Dean waved his brother off, as if to suggest it would all be fine. He stood up and proceeded to grab Sam by the waist as they continued to walk around the bunker. Sam being as tall as he was placed his forearm on Dean's head for balance. "Hey, Deam…Deam….Deam" "WHAT SLAMMY?!" "Imma blee a dad. Do you tink imma blee a good dad?" Dean was zoned out, he was having a hard enough time walking, let alone trying to form a coherent thought. "Slammy I don't I don't…." Dean belched. "Slammy I tink I gotta pwee. Peas we need to grow to the batroom." Sam grabbed Dean's head like he was going to suck out his brains, and turned him in a different direction. "OK Deam wets grow pwee." The two of them had no clue where they were going or what they were doing. They stumbled down a hall and bumped into door frames left and right. "Slammy we gotta hurdie...I gotta…" Dean stopped walking and started to cry. "Slammy nope…no it too late…I….I pweed." Sam shoved Dean away and squinted to see his jeans. "Deam are you know that you pweed? Sam reached over to touch Dean's crotch. "HEY! What the hell ma'am!" Dean shouted as he slapped Sam's hand away. "Well Deam, the geems don't wook wet?" "They wet ok, Slammy." "Oh Deam I have uh I.D….I have uh I.D. Take dems off. Den you no wet no more." "Slammy I'm bareist." "We broders we gonna be it togethers." Sam and Dean removed their pants and continued to walk around the bunker in their shirts and boxers. They stumbled into walls and ran into furniture. At one point they broke into their own rendition of "Sweet Cherry Pie" before passing out on the library floor.
Zoey awoke the next morning and found the boys where they dropped. Looking on in absolute amusement, she nudged Sam with her foot. Sam slowly wobbled his head up to look at her. He squinted at Zoey and let his eyes adjust. Zoey crossed her arms and laughed, "What the hell Sam….and where are your pants?"