A/N I don't own any thing Supernatural related,all I own is the side plot and Darcy.
Sorry if I confused any one, but all will be clear in this final chapter of the sequal!! There may be another story later with Darcy and Castiel, but who knows what the future might hold! Sorry it took so long, working 70hours a week does nothing for my creative energy :)
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Chapter Seven.
Sam was sat at the table drinking his beer, Bobby had retired to his room after his head ache, Dean was out, so he was alone.
He felt awful that he had tried to hurt Darcy, but he was so angry with her. A part of him knew she was right, but the other part of him just wanted this to all be over and wished she had never returned.
"Sam." Castiel appeared in a chair at the table next to him.
"What?" He didn't mean to sound rude, but he was having a really bad day.
"Darcy has left, no one remembers her ever returning apart from you."
"What? Why?"
"Sam you tried to hurt her, a sin in itself, she left to protect you and herself. No one remembers because if they did and they knew about what you tried to do, then you would need more than protecting from Bobby and Dean."
"Why do I have to remember Cas? I don't wan't to remember."
"Call it punishment. My orders were to destroy you for your sins, but I convinced my lead in command that this would be more painful than death for you. I'm sorry."
"You're not sorry, you're just carrying out orders. I don't want to remember, kill me instead." Sam looked at Castiel and the angel could see how hurt and broken he was.
"No, Dean needs you to fight this war. When it is over, I'll be leaving too. You won't need me any more. Dean is on his way, you should talk to him about what you've been going through. He may understand more now." And with that Castiel disappeared, leaving Sam alone with his beer and his thoughts, waiting for his brother.
Sam couldn't fathom why he was to remember Darcy ever returning, couldn't understand if it was going to help him or if it was ment to punish him, either way he didn't want to remember. And the one way not to remember, was to drink and preferabl in large quantities.
Dean had nearly pulled up, and he was sad Darcy had gone, and confused as to why he was not to tell Sam he could still see her. What a complicated twist life had taken. He was told she would visit his dreams often and if he needed her, then she would come to him.
Problem was, Castiel would be gone soon, and he didn't know when or where. So much confusion in such little time was giving the eldest Winchester a migrane. He needed a stiff drink and a bed.
Dean parked his car and got out, took a deep breath and made his way tot he house and found Sam sitting at the kitchen table drinking a beer.
Dean didn't say a word as he strode over to the fridge and pulled out two beers, he twisted the cap off one and downed it as fast as he could, then he put the bottle on the counter and twisted the cap off the second, sat in front of Sam and took a large swig.
"So Sammy, what did you do today?" Dean gave a small smile and did his best to sound up beat.
Sam shrugged his shoulders.
"Not much. You?" The guilty brother asked.
"Nothing. Have you found a new case at all? Where's Bobby?" Dean swigged his beer, he was going to need something stronger than this to calm him after the days events.
"He's upstairs. Had a migrane. Probably from all the bleach fumes from cleaning the bathroom. Hungry? There's stuff for tacos." Sam answered, getting up and going over to the fridge.
"Sure, I could eat." Dean watched as Sam pulled various food items out of the fridge and cupboards and began preparing the tacos. Why did he do it? He thought to himself, he loved her and lost her and now he sees her again and goes all crazy. What the Hell Sammy? The thoughts kept whizzing around in his head like a washing machine swirls clothes. He would never get his answer, so he was just going to have to try to forget about it.
Dean swigged his beer, it was empty, Sam had placed another in front of him and had taken another for himself. Good job the fridge was full of beer.
Sam prepared the food in silence and twenty minutes later, food was served with extra put aside for Bobby to microwave when he got hungry.
"Found a book today about angels." Sam spoke up. Dean suddenly stopped eating and looked at him.
"So?" Dean replied.
"Angels can come to you in dreams and in times of need. You been dreaming about Cas? Because he shows up all the time, even when we don't need him." Sam explained.
"We need him Sam, he always has information with us. And no, he hasn't been in my dreams. He wouldn't dare set foot in my dreams, he'd have a heart attack!" Dean joked and smiled. Sam laughed, this broke the tensions a little.
"Even I wouldn't want to walk in in you and Miss December." Sam replied, a smile on his face.
"Who said it would just be Miss December?!" The men gave a breif laugh and went back to eating and drinking beer.
Three hours of drinking later, the guys had washed up and found Bobby's secret stash of booze, they found three bottle of whisky, one bottle of brandy and half a litre of vodka. They had managed to polish off the vodka and two bottles of whisky and left a note to Bobby saying they would replace what they had drunk, just in case he found the empty bottles before they had replaced them. They had laughed at corny comedy sketches on the television and old jokes they used to share as kids, and had managed to stumble up to their beds around 4am.
Dean didn't even bother to undress, he just landed on his bed and his arms were hanging off the edge.
Sam looked at his drunken brother, he somehow managed to strip down to his boxer shorts and slide in under the covers, it took him all of four seconds after his head landed on the pillow to fall in to a dreamless slumber.
Dean was sleeping heavily and he was sitting on a jet-ti with a fishing rod in one hand and a beer in the other. He was confused, it wasn't that he didn't like fishing, he just never thought he would ever do it, and would certainly never dream about it! How odd! He thought.
"Dean." The soft voice of Darcy filled his ears. he looked to his left and there she sat, in white cut off pants and a white halter top and bare foot, her hair piled up on top of her head.
"How are you feeling?" She asked him.
"I'm good, just no idea why I'm fishing!" He smiled at her.
"It's peace full." She answered.
"Where are we?"
"Canada, at a lake near Vancouver."
"I like it here."
"It's beautiful isn't it?"
"That it most definatley is."
"I've come to say goodbye Dean. I'm leaving and soon Castiel will be joining me."
"Where will you go? And why is he going with you? He's got more experience that you, he should be able to look after himself. You have nothing to force you to go on the run."
"I have Dean, I fell for him, and we weren't supposed to do that. That's another reason to run. I can't tell you where Dean but I wish I could."
"You fell for Cas? What about Sam?"
"It took over three years Dean, but I moved on. Castiel took care of me from the beginning and we were friends, then we became closer, and then we fell in love. Because of evolution, no one can sense if I am feeling any emotions, but they can with Cas, and it's dangerous for him. He already felt love so it's too late for him, he has no choice but to run, and I am bound to him by my feelings."
"Promise me if it gets too dangerous then you'll come to me."
"I can't Dean, I can't put you in danger. It's bad enough that I have put Cas in this situation, I wouldn't bring any more danger upon you or Sam. Or my father. The road ahead is far more dangerous than you could ever anticipate, and there will be many revelations and confessions. Sam will make a mistake that will cost human kind dearly, but the two of you will fix it. Have faith, and please, look out for my dad." Darcy kissed Deans cheek and left. He was alone now, no longer feeling the peace of the lake. Castiel would only have a small amount of time with them, and then he too would leave them.
Dean could only hope they would both be safe. Life on the run, fugitives from God, not something Castiel or Darcy should ever have to go through, but at least they had eachother, Dean thought, before his dream shifted and he was in a bar surrounded by his beloved busty Asian beauties.
Thanks for reading guys, sorry to end it there, but I was fighting a loosing battle with my muse, and she left me! So now my imaginations has to struggle! There will probably be a Castiel and Darcy story, but who knows!!
Good news though, it's snowing like mad where I live so I'm snowed it and will be chained to my lap top updating my Covenant story!
