Author's note: Sorry for so much convo, but I needed to finish this arc up, and I wanted to get this story slightly more like the show again.

C. Chapter 7

Of everything I had been considering… this was not it. My older self being just an angel came as a shock, but it wasn't as bad as the surprise for Dean. He was leaning back against a wall with his head in his hands. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but I had a relatively good guess. We both had thought the angels were on our side, yet that didn't seem to be the case now. Both Dean and I knew that the hunters had a great number of losses, and the angels had always seemed to be holding back. But this wasn't what we had thought to be the reason; why couldn't have the angels just have asked for what they wanted instead of waiting for us to be so desperate?

"We can't stay here," Mary said breaking the hard silence. "Even with Chris and yours," she said indicating me, "power, Michael won't be banished for good. He'll be back."

"Then lets move," Dean muttered pushing himself up and grabbing his knap sack. "We need to get to Xureth sooner rather than later."

"Dean," Anna said reaching for him, but he shrugged her off.

"Perhaps you should go back to base Anna," I suggested. "I think this is one of those times we need our time."

While she might not have completely agreed with me, Anna nodded and disappeared from sight. I gave Dean a small smile before following him out of the rubble and back into the wasteland that use to be Earth.

"Where would Xureth go?" I asked, but when I looked at my son, he looked at me almost guilty.

"Mom, there is something else I should tell you…"

"Hello sister," Xureth said only a few feet from us. I pulled out my blade ready to strike down this creature, but Chris stopped me by grabbing my forearm.

"He's on our side," Chris said, and I just froze up. Dean didn't even look like he knew what to say.

"It wasn't a perfect situation," Xureth continued. "But desperate times."

"Why?" I croaked out. "What is this all about?"

"Getting you the truth," Mary said. "We wanted to wait for my Mom to leave. This is for your ears only."

I stepped back next to my cousin. We stood there unsure how to act; our enemy was now next to our children… and yet this still wasn't the weirdest thing to happen today. While Dean and I weren't obviously comfortable, we gave them a chance to explain.

"We wanted to show you what the angels had planned," Chris said. "But I am not allowed to travel through time."

"I gave him a reason," Xureth said.

"So you threatened Chris and went back in time knowing Michael would send Chris back to stop you?" Dean summarized thus far.

"Exactly," Mary said. "The angels aren't just hiding the fact Dad is Michael's vessel. They also aren't telling you what will happen to the Earth if angels win."

"Everything is a paradise," Xureth said. "But by paradise, it is an angel's paradise. Humans are emotionless, soulless basically. There is no evil, but humans have no control of their lives. They feel nothing."

"It's a paradise for angels because they no longer have to watch over us," Mary said. "I only exist because Dad made sure I was protected before everything happened."

Both Dean and I remained silent. The only thoughts in my head were: eternal peace?; that sounds great; but no free will?... I glanced at Dean and he met my gaze.

"That's not their right to decide," Dean said obviously referring to angels. "How do we stop them?"

"Don't work with them anymore," Chris suggested. "I can't tell you how to change the future. I can only tell you what happened."

Mary handed us two hex bags. "These will keep you hidden from all angels."

"What do we do now?" I asked.

Dean looked at me. "We go back to base, get the angels out, and go from there."

"What about them?" I said looking at my son. He just stared at me with a saddened gaze.

"We go back," Chris said.

"Michael…" Dean started.

"Will probably kill us," Mary said. "But we're make sure he can't come back to try and change what we've just changed." She threw her arms around her Dean's neck. I could see her telling him something.

Chris even walked up to me and hugged me. "I always wanted to know my Mom," he whispered in my ear. "Thank-you f or that chance."

Xureth gave me a lopsided grin. "Next time we meet, we will be enemies," he said. "I only helped with this plan as even I am not threatened by all of this."

"Good and evil working together," I sighed.

"There's a joke there somewhere," Dean said for me. The three of them stepped away from us, and I just wanted to reach back out and grab my son.

"Please don't fail," Chris whispered.

"Bye Dad," Mary frowned.

Xureth just gave a shrug, and I felt like laughing almost from the non-chalant of it all. When they all disappeared in a bright white light, I turned to my cousin. He was deep in thought, but we didn't have time for this.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, we better get back to base," I suggested but Dean didn't budge. "Dean?"

"I know where Sammy is," he said in a barely audible whisper. "Mary told me where to find him."

"Is he alive?" I asked suddenly worried for my other missing cousin.

"At the moment," Dean shrugged. "We won't have much time though." I looked at my cousin before grabbing his wrist. We didn't have time to walk back to base, so I just pulled us there using a lot of my angelic power.

We landed in the middle of the base in the middle of the night. The entire area was quiet, but Dean and I went to work quickly. We started to draw symbols against angels on every wall. I found Bobby and woke him and just told him what we needed to be done. I didn't explain why, just that we had to. I went slightly outside the base while Dean and Bobby continued and called Cas.

"Why can't I sense you?" he asked as he landed in front of me.

"I need my son," I said without wasting a beat.

"But Xureth," Cas said, but I stopped him mid-sentence with two fingers against his lips.

"No longer an issue, but my son," I said again. Within a moment, Cas disappeared and returned with my baby version of Chris. He was completely silent at the moment, and I just held him in bliss for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry," I said. "For what's to come. "

"Rachel?" Cas asked suddenly worried about what was going on, but I leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. My thoughts were still centered on the betrayal that was coming. Cas might not know what was to come, but at the moment, we needed time from the angels… I needed time from Cas to process my upcoming human death. I would die for Cas any day… but the Cas I would die for was the one I fell in love with, and he hadn't been around. This Cas was walking on eggshells in heaven, and in turn, it was breaking my heart.

"I am sorry," I said stepping back against the metal door of the base. Cas stepped forward opening his arms to try and stop me from leaving, but I only turned and slammed my hand against the iron finishing the symbol to banish angels. On the iron rust, the blood had been barely noticeable. I tried not to look at his betrayed eyes as he was forced from my sight.

I rushed inside and the door was pushed shut. All the walls had banishment symbols and 'keep out' symbols etched in. For the moment, we couldn't have the angels helping us. For now it would be a three-way war. Humans… angels… demons.

Dean was standing on top of a few crates explaining to the numerous citizens of this base what was going on. He was leaving out some details, but he was telling them that there was a chance the angels couldn't be trusted… that we would have to be more careful about who we let into the base, and until we knew who to trust, we couldn't have the pigeons in here having free reign. There were a few protests from the more religious zealots, but most people were murmuring their agreement. It was as if they had even noticed the cold shoulder many of the angels had given to our kind. The zealots looked upset, but after they voiced their concern, they quieted and agreed with our fearless leader. Dean may not be the most poetic, but people trusted his opinion. His word was law, and if he said angels were bad news, the angels were bad news.

I pushed through the leaving crowd, as it was still dead of night, up to Dean with baby Chris still in my arms. Bobby stood there not looking too overly pleased with us. His glare was piercing into both of us, but thankfully, Chris took that moment to let out a wail and almost blow out our ear drums. When I quieted him with a few rocks, we all couldn't help but laugh.

"You two are idjits," Bobby sighed taking Chris from my arms.

"We try," I shrugged, already missing the feel of my child in my arms.

"We only have a few moments," Dean said. "The angels will come down here in ten-fold, and Rachel and I have to be gone before that happens."

"Is this a good idea?" Bobby asked.

"We have to find Sammy," I frowned.

"We can save him, Bobby," Dean continued. "But we can't do that with the angels on our heels."

"Especially after what the future told us," I sighed. "The angels are purposely waiting for this war to hit rock bottom, so we have no other choice."

"But we do have a choice now," Dean said. "We can save Sammy and stop this war without the angels."

"That possible?" Bobby asked.

"No idea," I answered truthfully. "But it's better than letting Dean become some meat puppet for Michael and letting the world become a buttload of sunshine and daisies."

Bobby still didn't look thrilled, but he knew once we made our minds up, there was no changing it. He held onto Chris tighter and gave me a small frown. "I'll take care of him."

I nodded my thanks before walking towards the back door of the base with Dean. The impala was back there, but we didn't need that car sadly. It didn't do well all-terrain. We were just going to get every gun Dean owned out of it then head out in a jeep.

"Dean!" Bobby shouted, so we turned back to look at him. "Bring Sam back… but not at the cost of your idjit life."

We both shared a smile before heading out again. We sped up getting all the weapons into the Jeep. It wouldn't take long for the angels to realize what had happened, and they would soon figure we were hidden from their senses. As Dean loaded the trunk, I carved an anti-angel symbol into the door.

"Set?" I asked.

"We have work to do," he said slamming the trunk shut and jumping into the driver's seat of the jeep. We looked back at the base in the rearview one last time as we both knew we wouldn't be able to come back anytime soon. The angels would be looking for us, and we couldn't exactly make it easy.

Just as Dean hit the gas, bright light shot from the sky. Angels were showing up, but we were already on the road and disappearing from sight. The dead on night and the woods a couple miles out would easily hide our presence from at least the angels. Demons, on the other hand, we would have to be very careful.

"How long?" Dean asked.

"Till we get to where Sammy's at?" I returned. He just nodded. "Couple hours of straight driving. We just better hope we run into no demons or horsemen."

"With our luck," he chuckled. "Do we have a plan on how to get into Lucy's palace?"

"I have one, but it's not a good one," I sighed.

End Arc 1.

Next Chapter: Dean and Suriel interlude

Back to the Pit:

"Hello Father," I smiled leaning casually against a pillar. Lucifer looked by far shocked to see me just waltzing into his home, so much so, that he didn't automatically sick the hellhounds on me. I could only widen my grin and walk towards him.

"Now what are you doing here daughter?" Lucifer asked, narrowing his gaze. I only bowed my head in response before falling to one knee.

"I've decided to join the winning side," I responded. "I want to swear my allegiance to you Father. I want to help you wipe out the angels."