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LINSTBTL Part 3 Chapter 4

DEAN'S POV

"Look, Dean, I'm sure she's okay." Sam repeated for what Dean swears was the one-hundred-twenty-first time that day, and as much as it was supposed to be helping him, it wasn't working. If anything, he was contemplating on actually hitting him to get him to shut up.

"Sam! I swear to god that if you don't shut up I will throw you outside!" Dean exclaimed as he strode over to Bobby's fridge and pulled out a beer bottle.

Sam had come and picked Dean up about ten minutes ago while Bobby went out and tried to talk to other hunters to see if they could either help them or give them some information. Ruby also went on a hunt of her own to see if any demons knew anything. Which he thought was a waste of time. How the hell would demons know where angels might have taken Viviane? If they knew that, they would already there and wouldn't bother telling anyone else. And the other hunters had their own problems to deal with; Dean didn't think they should add onto their load.

He turned around after taking a long swig from the bottle and found himself right in front of Sam who had followed him. "Dean, I know you're worried about her, I am too, but we have other things to worry about. Like the fact that we haven't heard anything about Lilith in months and we haven't seen Tia at all; she could still be alive, Dean. We have to focus on everything. Not just finding Viviane."

Dean knew he was right, but right now, that didn't register in his mind. Right now it seemed like Sam wanted to just forget about Viviane and focus on the Apocalypse. That didn't settle too well at all. How could Sam even think about just leaving Viviane alone with angels who are probably torturing her right now? The idea made him sick.

"So, you think we should just leave her alone and try to find Lilith instead?" Dean asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

Sam sighed. "You know that's not what I mean. I just think that, for now, we should try to find Lilith."

Dean snorted and walked back into the living room and went back to the table with books piled high and opened one and started sifting through it.

"Dean, listen to me!" Sam pleaded, "We've been looking for a way to save her since they took her! We've got nothing, Dean! Nothing! Ruby called me while I going to get you, and she thinks she has lead on the next seal Lilith plans to break!" Sam cried at Dean, who was seeming to ignore him and continued flipping book pages. "If we get rid of Lilith then Viviane is safe, and the angels have no reason to keep her!"

Dean didn't say anything. He continued skimming each page for even a hint of the apostle and a way to stop her. And so far, like Sam said, he found squat. It was a little more than infuriating. He was about ready to throw his beer bottle through a window.

Sam slammed his hand down on Dean's book, making him glare up at him, and Dean was surprised to see Sam glaring back. "Dean. We-have-to-find-Lilith." Sam said through his teeth.

Dean opened his mouth to tell him to go blow but he was interrupted when Bobby came bursting through the door, dragging Chuck along with him.

"Hey, look who I f-" Bobby started, and stopped in mid-sentence, finally noticing the tension that was nearly tangible. Sam stood up straight and folding his arms across his chest, while Dean turned himself around and leaned back. Bobby started again, "You boys fightin' again?" he asked.

Dean shook his head while Sam answered, "Nah. Just talking."

Bobby looked from both of the Winchesters, obviously trying to determine what was really happening. Dean knew that Bobby knew they were lying, and was glad when he didn't push it. Instead he pushed Chuck forward and said, "Tell 'em what you told me."

Chuck stepped forward, and looked at the boys nervously. "Well, I, uh, had a dream….last night." He started, his eyes darting between the boys continuously.

"We got that part, skip to the actual information." Dean said rudely. He saw Sam shoot him a look, but Dean didn't really care. Viviane could possibly be dead because they were here, wasting time on some probably stupid, useless information.

Chuck glanced at Bobby nervously, and Bobby nodded his head, urging him on. "Okay, well, I saw your girlfriend in my dream." Both Bobby and Dean growled at the same time, but both for different reasons. Dean assumed Bobby still didn't like the idea of him and Viviane together and Dean did it because he remembered how Chuck looked at her, and he didn't like the idea of Chuck dreaming about her.

"And I saw that she was in a hotel and she was….um…"

"Spit it out!" Bobby said.

"She was… bound to a bed, and a man was….there." As he spoke his voice got quieter and higher pitched, like he was scared to tell them what he saw. And he was right to be.

Dean was shaking head to toe with fury. Viviane was bound. Which meant the angels could do whatever they damn well pleased with her, and as much as he didn't want to think about it, the image crept its way in his mind and stayed there.

Bobby seemed to take deep breath and urged Chuck to go on.

Dean looked at Bobby closely.

The older hunter seemed so pale that his skin was almost alabaster. His lips were in a tight line and the creases on his forehead grew deeper.

Dean had never seen Bobby look so worried and panicky. Even with the possibility of Viviane dying from the same demon that killed her parents, he didn't look this bad. Right now, Dean imagined he looked just like Bobby; pale faced, stern look, worry so evident in his eyes anyone could see it, and the shaking. The shaking was the worst.

"What else?" Sam said eagerly. He sounded on the verge of panic as well, but he wasn't as concerned with hiding it as Dean and Bobby were apparently.

"Well, she was bleeding a lot….and there were cuts all over her and her eyes…" Chuck shuddered, as if he was living his own nightmare. "Her eyes were wide open, just staring at the ceiling, she wasn't moving, and the man. He said something." He looked at Dean when he said this. "He said that the job was done, that now they only had to concentrate on Lilith and the seals and he just left the room."

Time seemed to stop as Dean let that sink in. Chuck had seen Viviane's death. She was dead.

Dean started seeing red. He didn't realize that he had started charging for Chuck until Sam pulled him back and Bobby grabbed Chuck and threw him backwards, with Chuck almost ending up on the floor.

"Dean, calm down! It's not his fault! Viviane isn't dead yet." Bobby told him.

"Yet! Yet! They're probably going to torture her to death, Bobby! They'll do to her what those bastards in hell did to me, all thrown into a couple hours! Don't tell me to calm down!" Dean roared at him.

"Dean!" Sam cried, pulling him further back and into the kitchen.

Sam threw Dean against one of the counters and started yelling at him, "What the hell is wrong with you?! Attacking Chuck? Practically screaming at Bobby? You need to calm down and think for a minute, this whole thing is driving you crazy!"

"Yeah, you would know a lot about going crazy!" Dean proclaimed as he tried to regulate his breathing.

"What?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Sam! You screwed a demon! I don't care what excuse you can come up, nothing makes up for that!"

"What does that have to do with any of this?" Sam asked incredulously.

Dean knew all of this was bullshit, but he needed to vent, and he just couldn't help but say what he's been wanting to say to Sam ever since he found out what he did with Ruby.

"Everything, Sam! You are the last person to tell anyone their insane!"

"Wow." Sam scoffed at him. "You always turn shit on me whenever something isn't working out right, and it's bullshit, Dean!" Sam protested.

"Yeah? Well, you can-" Dean got interrupted, yet again, by Bobby coming in. He walked up to both boys and smacked them on the back of the heads.

Sam groaned and Dean started yelling at him.

"Both of you idiots shut up! Viviane is dying and you two are fighting when you should be listening to Mr. Prophet over there so we can get to her!" Bobby insisted.

Dean opened his mouth to protest but Bobby shushed him, causing to pout.

"Now, you two knuckleheads better pipe down and let him finish."

Dean followed Sam out of the kitchen grudgingly and felt a little guilty once he saw the scared look Chuck gave him once he entered the room.

"Alright, finish." Bobby told Chuck.

Chuck gave Dean one last frightened glance and continued. "Well, after the guy left I got a glimpse of the hotel sign." And as soon as that sentence left his mouth, Dean stood upright and seemed ready to jump forward and grab him. "What did it say?!"

"Dean." Bobby said warningly, and didn't take his eyes off him until Dean relaxed a bit and sat on the couch. The couch reminded Dean of when he first met Viviane.

She was nineteen then, and seemingly naïve. She, like they had once thought, acted like it was no big deal to just up and leave with no warning and try to kill a demon that had already killed several hunters who were more experienced then her, even her parents. Then, he hadn't really cared about whether she went after the demon, other than the fact that she was an amateur and didn't know what she was doing. Now, he would never have left her alone, at least he wouldn't gone with her and kept her near him at all times, if he let her go at all.

Chuck backed up and rushed on. "It said…The Bobbin' Robin."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "The Bobbin' Robin?" He asked.

Chuck nodded. "Yeah."

"First 'Tooley's and now the freakin' Bobbin Robin. They need better names for these places." Dean exasperated.

"Chuck, do you know where the hotel is?" Sam asked.

Chuck shrugged. "No. The dreams don't exactly tell me where they are, they just show me whatever they feel like showing me. There could be a billion of those things."

"Not with a name like that." Dean added.

Sam immediately went over to his bag and pulled out his laptop. Dean walked over and asked him what he was doing.

"I'm searching for the hotel." Sam said simply.

Dean snorted, "The hotel could be anywhere, Sam. Could be in another freakin' country!"

Sam looked up at him, glaring slightly. "Well, if you have a better plan…."

Dean raised his hands to say 'Whatever' and chugged down the rest of his beer. He would need it.

A couple minutes later Sam started smiling and announced that he found it.

"What?" Asked Dean, as he put the beer bottle down on the table with the phone on it, and walked over to Sam.

"I found it! Chuck, is this it?" Sam asked, spinning his laptop around so the prophet could see it.

Chuck nodded vigorously. "Yeah, that's it!" He gave an exasperated huff and smirked. He was probably thinking, 'Take that Winchester.'

"All right," Dean said as he fished his keys out of his pocket, "Let's go." He marched to the door, eager to get in the Impala and go. He needed to find Viviane, he would be damned if the angels took her away from him, holy or not.

Sam quickly stuffed his laptop back in it's case and shoved it violently in his duffel bag, grabbed both of their bags and rushed after his brother who was already practically out the door.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Bobby yelled, chasing after them with Chuck right behind him. "Just what do you two plan to do once you get there?" He yelled after them.

Dean shrugged and rushed out the door. Bobby ran by Sam and grabbed Dean by his forearm and tugged on him, spinning him around to face him, even though Dean glared daggers at him.

"Don't you dare go there without a plan. That'll get all three of you killed." He hissed at him.

"Well, if you have one, I'm all ears, Bobby!" Dean yelled. Every minute they wasted was another minute Viviane could be dead. He just couldn't get the image Chuck set in his mind out of his head. It just wouldn't go away.

Bobby fell silent and Dean yanked his arm back and almost ran to the Impala, Sam was already throwing their stuff into the backseat as he clambered into the driver seat, Sam climbing into the passenger as soon as Dean shut his door. Dean started the engine and yelled to Bobby, "You coming or not?"

Bobby stood there, thinking about it, and finally yelled back, "I'll take this idiot," he pointed to Chuck, "back home. Then I'll call you to see where she is. I'll meet you there." Dean nodded and sped off towards the highway.

Once they were on the road a bit Dean asked Sam where the hotel was. "Lawrence, Kansas." Said Sam angrily.

Dean gave Sam a quick side-glance and turned back to the road.

So they took Viviane back to where it started for them, and if she died, would probably be the end, too. Dean wouldn't just go on trying to stop the Apocalypse if they killed the one woman he's ever really cared about. He'd fight them, and he knew they would end up killing him, hell; they'd probably throw him back in hell like Castiel had threatened a while ago.

"Why would they go there?" Dean asked Sam who shrugged in response.

"Son of a bitch." He swore as he slammed down on the accelerator, causing the car to jerk forward roughly, gluing them to the back of their seats.

"Dean, stop this." Said a calm, masculine voice from the back seat.

Dean immediately jumped, causing him to jerk on the wheel roughly, almost sending them off the road. "Would you stop trying to give us heart attacks!" Dean cried at the angel in the backseat as he pulled over.

"I am sorry." Castiel said in his monotone that usually overtook any emotion he may have been having.

Once they were safely off the road and out of harms way, Dean twisted around in his seat to look at Castiel without having to look through the rearview mirror.

"You mind telling me why you took her?" Dean said calmly. He didn't want to threaten the angel that got him out of hell and have, up until now, helped them through numerous occasions, but he would if it was necessary.

"Because she is a threat to humanity." Castiel replied sternly.

"All right, I've had enough of your righteous bullshit, Cas. She's not a danger and we're getting her back, so either help us or get the hell outta my car!" After his out burst he started the Impala again; headed to Kansas with extreme determination.

"Dean," Castiel began, "You must understand. The being she is housing is dangerous. More dangerous then Lilith and the devil himself. We must destroy her."

"Cas! I swear to god! Shut up." Dean yelled.

"You must stop. Go back to Bobby's. You cannot interfere."

"Watch me!"

Castiel said nothing and Dean heard a fluttering and when he looked into the rearview mirror Castiel was gone.

"Thank god." He muttered to himself.

"What do you think Castiel meant by the apostle being more dangerous than Lucifer?" Sam asked curiously.

"I dunno, Sam, and honestly, I don't really care right now." Dean barked at him.

"Yeah, but-DEAN, LOOK OUT!" Sam cried as he pointed to the road ahead of them.

There in the middle of the road was Castiel. Dean slammed on his breaks and jerked the wheel to the right, causing the Impala to swerve sideways and comtinue to skid toward the angel. Dean turned his head to the left to see if they were going to hit Castiel. They were. The angel raised a hand toward the Impala and Dean felt the Impala skid to a stop and be flown into the nearby forest surrounding the highway. They hit a tree viciously, and Dean heard Castiel apologize near him the same way he did when he took Viviane.

"You are not going to die, Dean. We just can not have you interfering. This you cannot stop." Castiel said gravely as Dean's vision grew darker and darker until eventually all he saw was black.

VIVIANE

Viviane Singer's vision grew cloudy when the cut on her forehead dripped blood down into her eyes. It seemed that now all she could use to know what was going on with her touch and hearing senses.

"Gabrielle! Why don't you spare this poor girl and just come out." Uriel urged again.

Promise you won't? Viviane asked her.

I've already told you. I'm not going to come out unless it's to trap Lilith for good this time.

Viviane sighed. She was going to die, and nothing could really stop it. She'd already accepted it. Her only regret was Dean. She wished could have at least had a phone call or something.

Your romantic escapades are making me nauseous… Gabrielle complained.

You should have thought of that when you invaded me at birth.

Vivianie held back a hiss when Uriel cut into her again, this time, across her cheek in a horizontal line.

Why won't you at least let me just get us out of here?

Because. You need to save your strength for Lilith. This really isn't all that bad.

But her scream contradicted her words as Uriel ripped through her stomach once again, this time, deliberately digging into it and twisting to make it more painful for her. He succeeded.

"Sorry about that, meat. Had to stop your little chat there." Uriel told her.

She stared at him, shocked he knew what was going on. How could he have?

"Yes, I know of your little talks with dear Gabrielle. They were starting to annoy me, you trying to convince her she can stop Lilith from releasing Lucifer. Ridiculous. Lucifer will rise, and I will make sure it happens without any problems from you or the Winchesters." He said as he stabbed her again, twisting the knife even more viciously earning another bloodcurdling scream from Viviane.

Once he withdrew the knife from her, she tried to gain her breathing back while trying to speak to him. "I thought-you-were a-angel." She managed to get out.

He smirked at her. "Oh, I am. Just not the type that you think. You meatsuits think that angels are some pretty, glowey white feathered winged creatures, when we're not. We're not holy, or good. It's too bad you only see that when you're about to die. You could have been extremely valuable." He proclaimed before rifing the knife straight up, into her rib cage, hitting the heart.

She screamed again, it sounding hoarse because of her throat, and her eyes were wide as she, involuntarily, lifted herself a centimeter off the bed and then fell back down.

He wrenched the knife out and wiped it on her shirt, admiring his 'work'. He smiled to himself and said to himself, "Now that the job is done I don't have to concentrate on anything else but Lilith and those damned seals. Should be fun."

And he left the room leaving the door wide open, not really caring who saw her, and went outside before disappearing into thin air.

A/N: So, how did you guys think of that chapter? Sorry it took me so long to update it. I've been crazy busy with my other story and school and whatnot. I can't promise that I'll post the next chapter soon, because I honestly don't know when I will update. But I'm not giving up on the story. So, alert it, favorite it, review it, alert me, or favorite me if you want. I really enjoy every type of support I can get. So, thanks to all who have alerted and favorited this or me. I really love it.