Too Many Fantasies
By: giddyfan
Chapter 7: Breaking my Fantasy
Everything is falling apart. Castiel is no longer on our side; Sam has this demon blood obsession. Even though I knew that these things were going to happen, I always hope that they will change. That is why I am sometimes surprised when things go the way they are supposed to. Like I thought telling Castiel that I knew what was going to happen would make him more on our side and him not have to go through that pointless back and forth. So after he came back to his vessel I thought he wouldn't be that cold solider. I was wrong. We are currently standing outside Bobby's panic room watching Sam through the little window in the door.
"Okay. Let me out. This is not funny," Sam begs.
"Damn straight," Dean declares.
"Come on. This is crazy," Sam states.
"No it's not. We're not letting you out until your dry," I tell him.
"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you two. Just open the door," Sam apologizes.
"You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. It's not your fault that you lied to us over and over again. I get it now. You couldn't help it," Dean comments.
"I'm not some junkie," Sam responds.
"Really? I guess I've just imagined how strung out you've been lately," I remark. I was fed up with being nice and the referee between the boys when they had a fight.
"You're actually trying to twist this into some ridiculous drug intervention?" Sam questions.
"If it smells like a duck," Dean replies.
"I'm not drinking the demon blood for kicks. I'm getting strong enough to kill Lilith," Sam explains.
"Strong?" Dean asks.
"Yeah," Sam confirms.
"This is about as far away from strong as you can get. Try weak. Try desperate. Pathetic," Dean insults.
"Killing Lilith is what matters. Or are you so busy being self-righteous you forgot about her?" Sam inquires.
"Oh, Lilith's gonna die. Bobby, Dean, and I will kill her. Not with you," I inform him.
"You're not serious," Sam can't believe.
"Congrats, Sammy. You just bought yourself a benchwarmer seat to the apocalypse," Dean says.
"Dean, Phoebe, look…no, wait…!" Sam starts to plead. Dean shuts the cover for the window. "Come back here. Dean! Phoebe! Let me out of here! Phoebe! Let me out of here! Dean!" Sam shouts as Dean and I go upstairs where Bobby is. Sam continues to scream. I pour three glasses of whiskey and hand one to Dean and the other to Bobby. "Stop, stop!" we hear Sam scream.
"How long is this gonna go on?" Dean wonders after we all take a big drink.
"Here let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh wait. No one ever wrote one. No telling how long it'll take. Hell or if Sam will even live through it," Bobby answers. Bobby's phone rings "Hello. …Suck dirt and die, Rufus. You call me again, I'll kill you," Bobby angrily hangs up the phone.
"What's up with Rufus?" I ask Bobby.
"He knows," Bobby gives me. The phone rings again. Bobby picks it up and answers, "I'm busy, you son of a bitch. This better be important." Bobby's face changes getting serious. Bobby starts writing things down on a piece of paper and looking things up in books. "Thanks Rufus," Bobby hangs up the phone. "The news. The news ain't good," Bobby hands over the piece of paper he was writing on to Dean. Dean and I look at the paper.
"This is what Rufus called about? Key West sees ten species go extinct," Dean reads.
"Yep. Plus Alaska, fifteen-man fishing crew all stricken blind cause unknown. New York teacher goes postal, locks the door, and kills exactly sixty six kids. All this in a single day. I looked them up. There's no doubt about it. They're all seals and there breaking fast," Bobby reveals.
"How many are left?" I inquire.
"Who knows? Can't be many, where the hell are your angel pals?" Bobby wonders.
"You tell me," Dean expresses.
"I'm just wondering," Bobby thinks out loud.
"What?" Dean questions.
"The apocalypse being nigh and all, is now really the right time to be having this little domestic drama of ours?" Bobby proposes.
"What do you mean?" I wonder.
"Well, I don't like this any more than you do, but Sam can kill demons. He's got a shot at stopping Armageddon," Bobby explains.
"So what? Sacrifice Sam's life, his soul, for the greater good? Is that what you're saying? Times are bad, so let's use Sam as a nuclear warhead?" Dean interprets.
"Look, I know you hate me for suggesting it. I hate me for suggesting it. I love that boy like a son. All I'm saying is maybe he's here right now instead of on the battlefield because we love him too much," Bobby conveys.
"There's no such thing as loving someone too much," I claim. I spend the rest of the day trying not to hear Sam's screams. When night falls I notice that Dean has gone outside. I go outside to find him but stay hidden when I hear Castiel appear.
"What do you want?" Castiel asks Dean.
"You can start with what the hell happened in Illinois," Dean demands.
"What do you mean?" Castiel inquires.
"Cut the crap. You were gonna tell me something," Dean recalls.
"Well, nothing of importance," Castiel delivers.
"You got ass-reamed in heaven but it was not of importance?" Dean questions.
"Dean, I can't. I'm sorry. Get to the reason you really called me. It's about Sam, right?" Castiel diverts the subject.
"Can he do it? Kill Lilith, stop the apocalypse?" Dean wonders.
"Possible, yes. But as you know, he'd have to take certain steps," Castiel mentions.
"Crank up the hell-blood regimen," Dean states. Castiel then makes his speech about how bad Sam would be and how the angels think that it is Dean who is supposed to stop the end of the world.
"If I do this, Sammy doesn't have to?" Dean asks.
"If it gives you comfort to see it that way," Castiel replies.
"God, you're a dick these days," Dean expresses. I hear Dean walking and shrink even more into my hiding place. I couldn't agree more with Dean about Cas. "Fine, I'm in," Dean decides.
"You give yourself over wholly to the service of God and his angels?" Castiel voices.
"Yeah, exactly," Dean answers.
"Say it," Castiel tells Dean.
"I give myself over wholly to serve God and you guys," Dean repeats twisting it a little. I take a deep breath.
"You swear to follow his will and his word as swiftly and obediently as you did your own father's?" Castiel verbalizes.
"Yes I swear. Now what?" Dean wonders.
"Now you wait, and we call on you when it's time," Castiel informs him and then disappears. I come out of my hiding place. Dean sees me and closes his eyes while taking a deep breath.
"Okay let me have it," Dean gets ready for me to yell at him. I walk over to him and put hand on the side of his face so he is looking at me.
"I am not going to yell at you," I announce. Dean gives me a confused look.
"What other option is there. You do know that any plans they have for you are not gonna include me?" I inform him.
"Well I will make it a condition," Dean tells me and I smile. I stretch up on my toes and kiss him on the forehead. We walk back in the house so we can tell Bobby what Dean has done. Bobby stays quite until Dean is finished talking.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but, you willingly signed up to be the angels' bitch? And Phoebe you're okay with that?" Bobby questions us. Dean gives Bobby a look. "I'm sorry. You prefer sucker? After everything you said about them, now you trust them?" Bobby wonders.
"Come on, give me a little credit, Bobby. I've never trusted them less. I mean, they come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan," Dean remarks.
"Then why in the hell did you…," Bobby protests.
"Because what other option do I have? It's either trust the angels or let Sammy trust a demon?" Dean points out.
"I see your point," Bobby agrees.
"You hear that?" I inquire. Sam's screams have stopped.
"Yeah," Dean responds.
"That's a little too much of nothing," Bobby comments. We run down to the panic room and open the window in the door. Sam is on the floor having a seizure.
"What if he's faking?" Dean questions.
"You really think he would?" I ask.
"I think he'd do anything," Dean states. Sam is suddenly slammed against the wall.
"That ain't faking," Bobby says. We throw open the door. Bobby and Dean get a hold of him and pin him down to the cot. "We're gonna have to tie him down for his own safety," Bobby commands. I run to get some of the chains and cuffs. "Dean? You with me? Dean!" Bobby yells to snap Dean back.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get it over with," Dean replies. We chain him to the cot and put cloth under the cuffs so that they won't hurt him if he tries to fling again. After Sam calms down we go back up to Bobby's living room.
"I'm gonna ask one more time. Are we absolutely sure we're doing the right thing?" Bobby inquires.
"Bobby, you saw what was happening to him down there. The demon blood is killing him," Dean expresses.
"No it isn't. We are," Bobby discloses.
"What?" I question.
"I'm sorry. I can't bite my tongue any longer. We're killing him. Keeping him locked up down there. This cold turkey thing isn't working. If…if he doesn't get what he needs soon, Sam's not gonna last much longer," Bobby communicates.
"No. I'm not giving him demon blood. I won't do it," Dean declares.
"And if he dies?" Bobby asks.
"Then at least he dies human!" Dean shouts. "I would die for him in a second, but I won't let him do this to himself. I can't. I guess I found my line. I won't let my brother turn into a monster," Dean voices.
"Look we all don't want Sam to turn into a monster. But I think we all need some time to think about what is the best course of action. Why don't we all get some sleep?" I propose. Dean and Bobby nod agreeing on getting some rest. "I am going to go downstairs in case something else happens," I report. I am really going down there because I know Castiel will be ordered to help Sam escape.
"Are you sure?" Dean questions.
"Yes," I answer. I take a chair downstairs and set it up just outside the panic room. It has been a long day and night. I sit down and rest my cheek in my hand closing my eyes. About ten minutes later, just as I'm falling asleep, I hear something. I keep my eyes close. I hear the door to the panic room open and then quick, quite footsteps go up the stairs. Once I am sure Sam is out the door. I open my eyes. I turn and see Castiel in the shadows. He flicks his hand and the panic room door closes. Then he notices me.
"I am so disappointed," I tell him.
"Why didn't you stop him?" Castiel inquires.
"Because I don't know if keeping him in there will kill him or not," I explain to him. Castiel disappears and I sit back in my chair. I try to sleep but Dean and Bobby come running down a few minutes later. "What happened?" I wonder pretending not to know anything. Bobby and Dean unlock the door to the panic room and open it.
"How the hell did he get out? How the hell did he get past you?" Dean questions.
"If ell asleep but it's not like I am a heavy sleeper so don't know?" I lie.
"Maybe he had help. Room full of busted devil's traps," Bobby suggests. I look down and see all of the devil's traps in and outside the room have been broken.
"Demons, Ruby?" I ask.
"That'd be my guess," Bobby agrees.
"How did she even touch the door?" Dean inquires.
"You think she's got the mojo?" Bobby guesses.
"I didn't think so. I don't know," Dean answers.
"What difference does it make? How he got gone ain't as important as where he got gone to," I point out.
"Well, I'll tell you one thing. At this point I hope he's with Ruby," Dean discloses.
"Why?" Bobby wonders.
"Because killing her is the next big item on my to-do list," Dean declares.
"I thought you were on call for angel duty," Bobby remarks.
"I am on call. In my car, on my way to murder the bitch," Dean mentions. Dean leaves the panic room, Bobby and I follow him.
"One thing," I stop Dean.
"What?" Dean asks.
"Sam don't wanna be found, which means he's gonna be impossible to find," I claim.
"Yeah, we'll see," Dean conveys. The next day Dean and I are outside tuning up the Impala. I don't know that much about cars but Dean has taught me some.
Bobby walks up, "Police found my car. Abandoned in an alley in Jamestown, North Dakota," Bobby informs us.
"He's switching up," I say.
"Any cars stolen in Jamestown?" Dean inquires.
"Two. Nineteen ninety nine Honda Civic, blue, nice and anonymous like Sam likes," Bobby answers.
"What was the other one?" Dean wonders.
"White oh five Escalade with custom rims. It's a neon sign," Bobby replies.
"You're right, he'd never take that. Which is exactly what he did," Dean states.
"You think?" Bobby questions.
"Think about it. We know him so he will try everything to throw us off," I agree with Dean.
"All right, we'll head in that direction. Bobby you stay here, ride the police databases. We gotta find him quick," Dean orders. He closes the hood of the car and we get into the car and head for Jamestown. It's dark out when we get a call from Bobby. I can hear what Bobby is saying on the other end.
"Cops found the Escalade in a ditch outside Elk River," Bobby informs us.
"How far away am I?" Dean asks him.
"A couple hours. I pulled up a weather map, made some calls. There's a town not far from there, Cold Spring. Lighting up with demon signs," Bobby tells us.
"A good place to look," I point out.
"Hey, listen," Bobby gets Deans attention back.
"What?" Dean wonders.
"Us finding Sam? It's gotta be about getting him back, not pushing him away," Bobby expresses.
"Right," Dean says.
"I know you're mad, Dean. I understand. You got a right to be, but I'm just saying. Be good to him anyway. You gotta get through to him," Bobby remarks. Dean hangs up the phone.
"He's right you know," I add.
"Yeah I know," Dean replies. We get to a hotel and Dean figures out he is in the honeymoon suit. "Phoebe, I want you to stay out here and don't come in unless it is absolutely imperative," Dean commands.
"But Dean…," I start to complain knowing what will go on in there.
"I need you to be safe right now okay?" Dean pleads and holds me tight. He is desperate and if he loses Sam and me he will break apart.
"Fine," I reluctantly agree. Sam leaves the suite and Dean goes in. I hide as best as I can in the hallway. When Ruby comes out of the room unharmed and Dean is not chasing after her I get worried. I stay out of sight though just like Dean told me. Hearing crashing and breaking noises in the room I decide to go in. When I get in I find Dean on the floor with Sam on top of him. The room is trashed and Sam is strangling Dean.
"Sam let him go!" I yell and charge at Sam. Sam lets go of Dean and turns to me. He grabs one of my wrists tightly and uses his other hand to punch me in the face. I fall to the ground next to Dean.
"You don't know me. You never did. And you never will," Sam states. I can feel my nose bleeding and I think it is broken. It hurts really badly and it was hard to breathe through it. Sam starts to walk out the door.
"You walk out that door, don't you ever come back," Dean hoarsely declares. Sam stops at the door and turns back to look at us. After a few seconds he turns back and walks out the door. Dean gets up and comes over to me. I wrap my arms around him and start to cry.
Author's Note: What did you think? We are coming near the end of the story. Reviews make you, me, and everyone smile. Next chapter is Lucifer Rising. The original dialog from When the Levee Breaks is written by Sera Gamble. I don't own Supernatural.
