Fantasy World

By: giddyfan

Chapter 7: Almost Disappointing Fantasy

Sam and I drive up to the motel that we know Dean has checked into. After everything that has happened Dean still ran away. We open the door to Dean's room and see him mark a box for someone after taping it shut.

"Sending someone a candy-gram?" Sam decides to speak. Dean turns around to face us.

"How'd you find me?" Dean asks. He quickly glances my way.

"You're going to kill yourself, right?" Sam guesses.

"I'm not going to kill myself," Dean denies.

"No? So Michael's not about to make you his Muppet? What the hell? This is how it ends? You just…walk out?" I question.

"Yeah, I guess," Dean admits.

"How could you do that?" Sam inquires.

"How could I? All you've ever done is run away, Sam," Dean points out.

"And I was wrong. Every single time I did. Just…please. Not now. Bobby is working on something," Sam tells Dean.

"Oh, really? What?" Dean wonders. We don't answer. "You got nothing and you know it," Dean interrupts our silence.

"You know we have to stop you," Sam says.

"Yeah, well, you can try. Just remember, you're not all hopped up on demon blood this time, Sam," Dean replies.

"Yeah, I know. But we brought help," I respond. Castiel appears behind Dean. Dean turns around and Castiel touches his fingers to Dean's forehead, knocking him out. I ride with Dean in the back of the Impala. Dean wakes up before we get to Bobby's.

Bobby, Sam, and I are looking through some papers trying to find the answer. Dean is pacing the room, Castiel watching him closely. Cas and I have been doing a good job pretending the interaction we had never happened. I knew we would eventually have to talk about it but like the Winchester way I ignored it for now.

"Yeah, no, this is good. Really. You know, eight months of turned pages and screwed pooches but tonight, tonight's when the magic happens," Dean sarcastically comments.

"You're not helping," I remark angry.

"Yeah, well, why don't you let me get out of your hair, then?" Dean responds. Bobby looks up from what he is reading.

"What the hell happened to you?" Bobby asks.

"Reality happened. Nuclear is the only option we have left. Michael can ice the devil, save a boatload of people," Dean explains.

"But not all of them. We gotta think of something else," Bobby declares.

"Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say. But if Lucifer burns this mother down, and I could have done something about it, guess what? That's on me," Dean conveys.

"You can't give up, son," Bobby tells Dean. Dean looks down and shakes his head.

"You're not my father. And you ain't in my shoes," Dean states. Bobby waits for a second and then pulls out a gun out from his desk. He sets it on the table and pulls a bullet out of his pocket.

"What is that?" Dean inquires seriously.

"That's the round that I mean to put through my skull," Bobby reveals. Bobby sets the bullet down on his desk in front of him. "Every morning, I look at it. I think, "Maybe today's the day I flip the lights out." But I don't do it. I never do it. You know why? Because I promised you I wouldn't give up!" Bobby yells that last part. Suddenly, Cas grasps his head and hunches over in pain.

"Cas, you okay?" Sam wonders.

"No," Cas answers.

"What's wrong?" I question.

"Something's happening," Castiel replies.

"Where?" Dean asks. Cas disappears and the wind from it throws papers around the room. We all look at each other not knowing what to think and continue to research. A little while later Dean goes into the kitchen to get a beer. I am not worried that he will run away because Sam is in there. Abruptly, papers fly everywhere and Castiel is back carrying a body.

"Help," Cas calls. I run back into the living room.

"Boys!" Bobby shouts. Castiel lays the body down on the cot in the room. Bobby and I come over to look at it.

"Who is it?" Bobby asks. It's Adam.

"That's our brother," Sam informs Bobby and Cas.

"Wait a minute. Your brother? Adam?" Bobby questions.

"Cas, what the hell?" Dean inquires.

"Angels," Castiel answers and place down two angel blades. I take one thinking it will come in handy later.

"Angels? Why?" I ask for Sam.

"I know one thing for sure. We need to hide him now," Cas replies. Castiel puts his hand on Adam's chest and I assume, brands his ribs to hide him from angels. Adam wakes up from it.

"Where am I?" he wonders.

"It's okay. Just relax, you're safe," Sam reassures him.

"Who the hell are you?" Adam questions.

"You're going to find this a little...a lot crazy, but we're actually your brothers," Dean tells Adam.

"It's the truth. John Winchester was our father, too. See, I'm Sam," Sam begins.

"Yeah, and I'm sure that's Dean. I know who you are," Adam finishes.

"How?" Sam inquires.

"They warned me about you," Adam answers.

"Who did?" I ask.

"The angels. Now where the hell is Zachariah?" Adam demands. Adam gets cleaned up from being in the ground and then we all gather back up in the study.

"So why don't you just tell us everything? Start from the beginning," Dean tells him.

"Well, I was dead and in Heaven. Except it, it uh, kinda looked like my prom and I was making out with this girl, her name was Kristin McGee," Adam gets distracted.

"Yeah, that sounds like heaven. Did you get to third base?" Dean wonders.

"Just uh, just keep going," Sam refocuses them.

"Well, these…these angels, they popped out of nowhere, and they tell me that I, I'm chosen," Adam informs us.

"For what?" I inquire.

"To save the world," Adam answers.

"How you gonna do that?" Dean questions.

"Oh, me and some archangel are going to kill the devil," Adam replies.

"What archangel?" Dean continues.

"Michael. I'm his uh, sword or vessel or something, I don't know," Adam responds.

"Well, that's insane," Dean declares.

"Not necessarily," Cas speaks.

"How do you mean?" Dean wonders.

"Maybe they're moving on from you, Dean," Castiel theorizes.

"Well that doesn't make sense," I put in.

"He is John Winchester's bloodline, Sam's brother. It's not perfect, but it's possible," Castiel reasons.

"Well you gotta be kidding me," Dean can't believe.

"Why would they do this?" Sam inquires.

"Maybe they're desperate. Maybe they wrongly assumed Dean would be brave enough to withstand them," I give them.

"Alright, you know what? Blow me," Dean comments.

"Look, no way. After everything that's happened? All that crap about destiny? Suddenly the angels have a Plan B? Does that smell right to anybody?" Sam questions.

"You know this has been a really moving family reunion, but uh, I got a thing, so," Adam tries to escape.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, no, no, no. Sit down. Just listen, okay? Please," Sam stops him.

"It's unbelievable," Adam responds.

"Now, Adam…the angels are lying to you. They're full of crap," Sam declares. Castiel doesn't react to the statement even though it was sort of an insult on him too.

"Yeah, I don't think so," Adam disagrees.

"Really. Why not?" I ask.

"Um, 'cause they're angels. What's your part in this?" Adam wonders.

"Hello, I'm Phoebe Winchester. I'm your sister in law," I introduce myself angry that I was left out.

"Which one?" Adam questions. I nod my head towards Dean.

"They tell you they were gonna roast half the planet?" Sam inquires getting back to our previous conversation.

"They said the fight might get pretty hairy, but it is the devil, right? So we got to stop him," Adam tells us.

"Yeah, but there's another way," Sam discloses.

"Great. What is it?" Adam wants to know.

"We're working on "the power of love."," Dean jokes.

"How's that going?" Adam fakes.

"Mmm. Not good," Dean replies.

"Not helping," I stare at Dean.

"Look, Adam…You don't know me from a hole in the wall, I know. But I'm begging you. Please, just trust me. Give me some time," Sam reasons.

"Give me one good reason," Adam says.

"Because their blood," I provide.

"You've got no right to say that to me," Adam protests.

"You're still John's boy," Bobby points out.

"No, John Winchester was some guy who took me to a baseball game once a year. I don't have a dad. So we may be blood, but we are not family. My mom is my family. And if I do my job, I get to see her again. So no offense, but she's the one I give a rat's ass about, not you," Adam explains.

"Fair enough. But if you have one good memory of dad, just one, then you'll give us a little more time. Please," Sam pleads. I make Adam a sandwich because I know he is hungry. He eats half of it before starting to play with it. I make sure I am by the door in the kitchen. He gets up and tries to escape through the kitchen.

"Going somewhere?" I stand in his way.

"Out for a...beer," Adam excuses.

"Great. We got beer. Have a seat," I tell him. I see Sam and motion for him to come over. I grab a beer for each of them. Sam sits at the table with Adam. I give them the beers and then leave so that they can have their talk. I go downstairs to the panic room because that's where Dean is. When I go downstairs Castiel is guarding the door.

"Hey," I greet him.

"Hello, Phoebe," Cas replies.

"I'm going in," I tell Cas. I open the panic room door and go inside. Dean is facing me.

"Is this really necessary?" Dean gestures to the panic room.

"Well, I mean, we got our hands full, Dean... A house full of flight risks," I respond.

"I'm not letting him do it," Dean states.

"Who, Adam? No, we're... we're not, either," I comment.

"No, you're not getting me," Dean argues.

"Oh, no, no, I "get" you perfectly. But I'm not letting you do it, either," I reply. Dean sighs. I walk over to him and make him look at me by placing each of my hands on each side of his face. "We will figure this out. Why don't you believe me?" I ask. Dean leans down and we kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. Feeling some of the desperation in the kiss, I realize he is trying to seek comfort in any way he can. The panic doors open and we break apart. Sam and Castiel are standing outside. Sam comes in.

"Well, Cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that…I got laid," Dean comments. He looks at me and winks. I blush and step away from Dean.

"Uh, why don't you, uh, go keep an eye on Adam?" Sam suggests to Cas. Castiel closes the door without touching it.

"That kid's not taking a bullet for me," Dean declares.

"Dean…," Sam starts.

"I'm serious. I mean, think about how many people we've gotten killed? Mom, Dad, Jess, Jo, Ellen. Should I keep going?" Dean points out.

"It's not like we pulled the trigger," I deliver.

"We might as well have. I'm tired, I'm tired of fighting who I'm supposed to be," Dean discloses.

"Well, do you think maybe you could take a half a second and stop trying to sacrifice yourself for a change? Maybe we could actually stick together?" Sam suggests.

"I don't think so," Dean denies.

"Why not? Dean, seriously. Tell us. I, I want to know," Sam demands.

"I just…I, I don't believe," Dean confesses.

"In what?" Sam wonders.

"In you, Sam. I mean, I don't. I don't know whether it's gonna be demon blood or some other demon chick or what, but…I do know they're gonna find a way to turn you," Dean reveals.

"So you're saying I'm not strong enough," Sam concludes.

"You're angry, you're self-righteous. Lucifer's gonna wear you to the prom, man. It's just a matter of time," Dean states.

"Don't say that to me. Not you...of all people," Sam says.

"I don't want to. But it's the truth. And when Satan takes you over, there's got to be somebody there to fight him, and it ain't gonna be that kid. So, it's got to be me," Dean comments.

Sam and I go back upstairs and Castiel goes downstairs again. When we hear Cas scream we go to investigate. Dean is gone and Cas has been blown away thanks to him. Sam and I go out to find him while Bobby stays to watch Adam. Later when Bobby calls us telling us to come back we know something is wrong.

"Bobby, what do you mean, "Adam is gone?"" I ask.

"Should I say it in Spanish?" Bobby remarks.

"He's gone how? What the hell, Bobby?!" Sam protests.

"Watch your tone, boy. He was right in front of me, and he disappeared into thin air," Bobby explains. Castiel appears carrying a beat up Dean.

"Because the angels took him," Castiel clarifies.

"What the hell happened to him?" Sam wonders.

"Me," Castiel answers. Cas puts Dean's body on the cot. I go over and sit on the edge of it.

"What do you mean, the angels took Adam? You branded his ribs, didn't you?" Bobby questions. Cas turns to face Sam and Bobby.

"Yes. Adam must have tipped them," Castiel says.

"How?" Bobby inquires.

"I don't know. Maybe in a dream," Castiel guesses.

"Well, where would they have taken him?" Sam asks. Cas looks at them.

"The beautiful room," I tell them. Castiel nods.

"So what are we going to do?" Bobby inquires.

"Well I'm going to talk to Dean and then we're going to go after him," Sam decides.

"That's a stupid idea boy," Bobby disagrees with Sam's plan.

"Yes he will try to say yes to Michael," Castiel supports Bobby.

"I don't care," Sam expresses. We take Dean to the panic room so that he and Sam can have a private conversation. After Dean is on board Castiel transports all of us.

"Where the hell are we?" Dean questions when we land outside an abandoned building.

"Van Nuys, California," Castiel responds.

"Where's the beautiful room?" Dean wonders.

"In there," Cas indicates the factory.

"The beautiful room is in an abandoned muffler factory in Van Nuys, California?" Dean can't believe.

"Where'd you think it was?" Castiel asks.

"I, I don't know. Jupiter? A blade of grass? Not Van Nuys," Dean discloses.

"Tell me again why you don't just grab Adam and shazam the hell out of there," Sam states.

"Because there are at least five angels in there," Cas reveals.

"So? You're fast," I express.

"They're faster," Cas mentions. Castiel takes off his tie and wraps it around his palm.

"I'll clear them out. You three grab the boy. This is our only chance," Cas tells us the plan.

"Whoa, wait. You're gonna take on five angels?" Dean questions.

"Yes," Cas answers.

"Isn't that suicide?" Dean points out.

"Maybe it is. But then I won't have to watch you fail. I'm sorry, Dean. I don't have the same faith in you that Sam and Phoebe does," Castiel gives his opinion. He pulls a box cutter out of his trench-coat.

"What the hell are you gonna do with that?" Sam wonders. We then have to watch Castiel carve and angel banishing sigil in his chest.

After a few minutes of Castiel in there by himself we see a bright light and hear screams. The three of us slowly go in. We see a body of one angel dead but, Cas and the rest of them are gone. The boys have forced me to stay outside the door. I nervously wait. The room starts to vibrate and fill with light. I know that they will be out soon. When the door opens Dean is carrying Sam on his shoulder. I try to hold open the door but it is slammed closed and I fly across the room from the impact.

"No! Dean! Help! It won't open!" Adam screams. Dean puts Sam down and attempts to open the door. When Dean touches the handle he is burned. "Dean, help! Dean!" Adam continues to cry.

"Hold on! We'll get you out. Just hold on. Adam! Can you hear me?!" Dean replies yelling. The beautiful room is filled with white light, then it fades. Dean touches the handle again and this time doesn't get burned. He opens it to finds that it is no longer the beautiful room, it is an abandoned office.

"Adam," I mumble. It is silent until we are back in the impala driving.

"You think Adam's okay?" Sam asks.

"Doubt it. Cas either. But we'll get them," I answer honestly.

"So," Sam says.

""So" what?" Dean inquires.

"I saw your eyes, Dean. You were totally rocking the "yes" back there. So, what changed your mind?" Sam wonders.

"Honestly? The damnedest thing. I mean, the world's ending. The walls are coming down on us, and I look over to you and all I can think about is, "this stupid son of a bitch brought me here." I just didn't want to let you down. And I didn't want to let you down Phoebs," Dean looks at me through his rearview mirror.

"You didn't," Sam responds.

"You almost did. But you didn't," I reply.

"I owe you two an apology," Dean expresses.

"No, man. No, you don't," Sam disagrees.

"Just...let me say this. I don't know if it's being a big brother and husband or what, but to me, Sam, you've always been this snot-nosed kid that I've had to keep on the straight and narrow. Phoebe, I always have to protect you from the dangers of our life. I think we both know that that's not going to happen. I mean, hell, if you're both grown-up enough to find faith in me…the least I can do is return the favor. So screw destiny, right in the face. I say we take the fight to them, and do it our way," Dean makes his speech.

"Sounds good," Sam agrees.

"Ready for whatever it takes," I declare.

Author's Note: Please review. Only two chapters after this one. Next chapter is Two Minutes Till Midnight. Some dialog from Point of No Return written by: Jeremy Carver. I don't own Supernatural.