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Chapter 3: The Return of the Geek

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They had moved Sam into his bedroom where Dean was going to let him sleep until he no longer looked like he was about to keel over. As for Crowley they moved him down into the dungeon, just to be on the safe side. The demon wasn't any nearer to consciousness then Sam was. Dean knew he and Kevin should get some sleep too, but there was to much going on. Kevin was hunched over his computer reading all he could about the fallen angels.

"Should we do something?" Kevin asked, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"What would you suggest?" Dean snorted.

"Well, shouldn't we take in the angels that we can, I mean before the cops or anyone else gets their hands on them?"

"What would we do with them?" Dean retorted.

"I don't know, keep them safe?" Kevin bit back.

"Say we do," Dean humored him. "Saw we go out and bring them home like lost puppies. We are going to keep them here, against their will, and do test on them right? How would that be any different from what others would do to them."

"We at least know what they really are." Kevin told him. "Maybe they just need to be reminded of who they are? What happened when Anna got her memories back?"

"She only got them back because we were trying to stop the apocalypse." Dean sat down with a sigh. "If we had never started that storm she probably would have gone on completely normal. It was the angels in Heaven talking that brought her memories back. But since there are no angels in Heaven, or that we know of, I doubt that that idea is gonna work. Even after she got her memories back she still wasn't an angel. She still needed her Grace. From what I saw out there it looked like all those angel's Grace tore up and left them. We had to go find Anna's, and to try and find hundreds and hundreds of Grace's would be impossible."

"Where was her Grace?" Kevin asked.

"It took the form of a tree," Dean said. "When we got there it had been stolen. She got it back eventually, but as soon as she did it sent her to Heaven. So if we were able to restore an angels Grace it might just sent them right back up to Metatron, who would probably kill them or just throw them out again."

"What if we sent them all back at once?"

"Huh?"

"What if we gave all the angels back their Grace at the same time? Then they would all return to Heaven at the same time, and if we had a plan of attack, maybe they could over power Metatron." Kevin said getting excited as he spoke.

"I don't know," Dean said honestly. "In theory yeah, it seems possible, but to find all the Grace and to match them up with the angels, that seems difficult."

"Why don't we start with the Grace?" Kevin suggested. "It can't be safe to have that much power lying all about the world."

"You're right about that." Dean agreed. "Let's wait for Sam though. Last time he was able to track down where Anna's Grace had gone. He'll want to help."

"Okay," Kevin said and turned back to his computer. "Dean, do you think Castiel is still alive?"

"I don't know," Dean stiffened.

"But, do you think that Metatron killed him, or just cast him down with the rest of them?" Kevin cast a look at Dean. Dean eyes were searching, but never finding a place to land.

"I- I...I think Cas might have helped him." Dean admitted.

"What?!" Kevin spun to him.

"It wouldn't be the first time he's betrayed us," Dean spat out.

"You don't think he would have learned from that?" Kevin interjected.

"I don't know!" Dean shouted. "Every time I think that me and Cas have a real friendship, things just explode in front of us. I don't trust him. I want to, I really do, but after all the crap we've been dealt, I just can't trust him anymore."

"You trusted him in Purgatory didn't you." Kevin asked.

"Not at first, then as time went by yeah he gained it back." Dean explained. "Then I thought we were gonna be Team Free Will again, him, me and Sam. Then Naomi came in a screwed around with his mind. What I do know is that Cas, does want to do the right thing, most of the time, but he just gets it so wrong. He wanted to fix Heaven, hell he's been wanting to do that forever, it just seems that whenever someone offers him the chance he jumps on it, not worrying of the consequences. He knew, he knew, that if he returned to Heaven now that the angels might kill him, and he was okay with that! He just doesn't think, he just jumps in and hopes for the best, but it never is."

"He learned that from you," Kevin spoke softly.

"What?"

"That is exactly what you and Sam do, Dean!" Kevin reprimanded. "You are always the first one to put himself in they way of fire to try and save someone. That's just what you do, you just have more experience than Cas in the department. You know where you stand, Cas doesn't. He doesn't have a place. He's not welcome in Heaven, and you don't want him on your team because you can't trust him, there is no solid ground for him. It's no mystery why he wanted to stay in Purgatory."

Dean reeled. His mind flipped through memories of Cas. How he turned his back on his family to stay with Dean and his. Then how Dean had turned his back on Cas. Kevin was right. Kevin was so damn right it hurt. If Cas was still alive Dean promised himself that he would make sure that he knew he had a place in their lives. They were a family, a broken, dysfunctional family, but family nevertheless.

"You're right," Dean admitted.

"I know," Kevin said, but felt no gratification in saying it.

"I hope he's alive," Dean said with his eyes closed.

"Me too," Kevin nodded. "Me too."


They both retired to their rooms after their talk. Kevin went right to sleep but Dean had to stay up a little longer. He checked in on Sam and then on Crowley. Seeing that both had not changed he went to his room. He sat on the bed and hung his head. He had been in this position before, not to long ago. Then he had prayed to Cas in a moment of helplessness, but now he had no one to pray to. He reached over and took the picture of his mother in his hands. He smiled at her face and closed his eyes. He prayed to her. If there was anyone in the world that Dean trusted the most it was her. He prayed for Sam and Cas, even for Kevin, and for reasons he could not explain he prayed for Crowley. He just wanted this life to get easier. He knew that his wish was one that would never come true, but he still wished.


When Dean woke it was to the sound of his phone ringing. The theme from Game of Thrones blasted out of the speakers, telling him it was only one person who was calling. He reached over and grabbed the phone from the bedside table.

"Charlie," He said rough with sleep.

"Dean," Her voice was hesitant. "Are you guys okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Charlie we're fine." He sat up more alert.

"Thank god," She sighed. "What happened guys, what was all that?"

"That was angels falling." Dean didn't beat around the bush.

"Angels? Like Cas?" She asked.

"Yeah," Dean nodded even though she couldn't see him. "Look Charlie if you wanna come over to the bunker I'll explain everything."

"I'm outside."

"Oh."

"Uh huh, when things came crashing down around me I knew you guys would be on the inside about it."

"Well you aren't wrong." Dean got up and made his way to the door. Everyone was still asleep and the bunker was silent. He hung up and opened the door. Charlie rushed forward and wrapped Dean in a hug. He faltered for a moment then hugged her back. She let him go and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"I missed you," she smiled.

"You too kiddo," Dean grinned and stepped aside to let her in.

"So what's the 411?" She asked walking further into the bunker.

"Angels fell, worlds gone crazy, whats new?" Dean joked.

"No really Dean?" Charlie reached out a hand and grabbed Dean's.

"Really?" Dean repeated. Charlie nodded. "Sam looks like he's gonna die, even though we never finished the trials. Kevin still needs to translate the angel tablet, and the poor kid is at his wits end. Crowley is now mostly human. I have no idea what to do with him. And oh yeah, Cas may or may not have betrayed us, or he might be dead...again."

"Well I can solve one of those riddles for you Batman," she smiled. "Cas is alive."

"What, how could you know that?"

"I'll show you." Charlie pulled out her laptop and set it on the table. It already had a page open. It was a Supernatural website, one that was dedicated to the books that Chuck had written. Dean groaned at the sight.

"Have you read the books?" He asked even though he knew the answer.

"Of course," Charlie said happily. "I found them after I met you guys for the first time. They were very informative. But that's not what I wanted to tell you. Look at this page." She pushed back the screen and Dean gave it a good look. Instead of garble about the book or him and Sam, there were only two words.

Castiel lives

Charlie closed that site and pulled up another. The same two words were all over it.

"I saw this last night, and I knew I had to come get you." She told him. "Castiel is alive, out there somewhere and whoever has him wants to let you know."

"You think he's been kidnapped?" Dean's eyes flashed.

"No, no, that came out wrong. If someone bad had him I doubt they would use the Supernatural community to contact you. I think it's someone who has read the books and knows about the supernatural world. Does that ring any bells?" She asked.

"Not really." Dean shrugged. "I mean Chuck had a lot of fans, but most of them just believed they were only books. There were a few that figured it out though."

"Oh right at the convention," Charlie nodded. "You helped those guy kill the evil kid ghosts."

"Yeah...wait how do you know that?" Dean turned on her. "Chuck said he stopped publishing the books. Those stories never should have existed. We threatened him. They were supposed to stop after I went to the pit. How many more are there?"

"Um, all of them?" Charlie said uncertainly. "The last one to go out was you killing Dick and ending up in Purgatory."

"Son of a bitch!" Dean swore.

"Dean let it go for a minute, what ever reason the books came out doesn't matter. What matters is finding Cas, right?"

"Yeah, you're right." Dean calmed down. "Any way to figure out who first stared this thing?"

"Are you kidding me?" Charlie asked insulted.

"Just find them Charlie," Dean rolled his eyes.

"Sir, yes, sir." She saluted.

Charlie clicked away on her computer as Dean got up to make himself some breakfast. He made coffee and poured himself a bowl of cereal. He called out to the redhead in the other room asking her if she wanted some.

"Does the wand choose the wizard?"

"What?"

"Yes, please," she sighed, then scoffed. "Muggle."


Dean told Charlie their entire story from the end of the last book she had read. She took it in and asked only a few questions when something was unclear. By the end Dean could tell she was just as worried as he was. She dug faster to try and find out where Castiel was, the quicker they found him, the faster they could move in on figuring out what to do with the fallen angels.

When Kevin woke up he stumbled in to the room. He had the angel tablet with him and when he saw Charlie he tucked it quickly behind his back.

"It's cool Kevin," Dean told him. "This is Charlie."

"Oh," Kevin said relaxing. "Hi, I'm Kevin."

"Prophet of the Lord?" Charlie asked.

"Er, yeah," Kevin's eyes shifted to Dean who made a face.

"You should introduce yourself like that," Charlie smirked. "Makes a better impression."

"Yeah, okay." Kevin frowned at her. "Dean I'm gonna work on translating the tablet."

"Sure, do you want this room?" Dean offered.

"No, my room is fine, it's just I thought of something," Kevin bit his lip.

"Yeah," Dean asked.

"Well I know the first task has to do with an angels Grace in some way or another..."

"And we don't have any angels with Grace." Dean finished for him.

"I mean it may just be a little part, I don't know yet."

"It's fine Kevin, we'll figure it out we always do," Dean told him, a fake smile plastered to his face. "Go work on it. I'll come make you eat in a few hours."

"Okay, sounds good." Kevin nodded. "Um, nice meeting you." Kevin said awkwardly to Charlie.

"You too," Charlie grinned.

Kevin left the room and Charlie raised an eyebrow at Dean.

"What?" He asked.

"That's the Prophet of the Lord?" She asked.

"What were you expecting?"

"It's just in the books he was described as much more mysterious, and you know..."

"Know what," Dean asked not catching on.

"Sexy."

Dean laughed. He laughed and laughed until his sides hurt.

"I gotta read that one," he chuckled and wiped away a tear. "Are you close to finding who made the post yet?"

"Yeah there's a few leads," Charlie chewed on her lip. "Dean have you ever heard of the Ghostfacers?"

"Oh please no." Dean cried.

"You know them?" Charlie tilted her head.

"Unfortunately," Dean groaned.

"I think they may be the ones who have Cas." She said looking at her computer screen.

"Why do you think that?" Dean asked and moved to look at the computer as well. When he saw the screen his mouth dropped. "Oh."

The Ghostfacers website was up and the newest article was about fallen angels, and there in a photo was Castiel.