Blaine and Kurt's non-date went smoothly. They talked and laughed and ate. Then Kurt drove him home.
"I promise, once I get my license we can even out the driving." Blaine said.
Kurt laughed. "I really don't mind. I like having someone to drive around with."
"Aw. Me, too." Blaine smiled. Kurt parked in Blaine's driveway, and Blaine climbed out. "Thanks. I had fun tonight."
"Me, too." Kurt smiled. "See you Monday."
"See you." Blaine headed inside and stopped when he saw a bald man sitting in an armchair.
"Blaine Devon Anderson." The man greeted. "The gay nephillim."
Blaine grew wary. He could tell this guy is an angel. "Who are you, and how did you find me?"
"You can call me Uncle Zachariah. Or Zach. Whichever you prefer." Zachariah shrugged and stood up. "As to how I found you…well, let me tell you. It wasn't easy."
"What do you want?" Blaine asked.
"Well, now. Is that any way to treat your uncle?" Zach said, appalled.
Blaine scoffed lightly. "Sorry. It's just…my dads told me all about you."
"I see." Zach replied. "Tell me, Blaine: how are they treating you? How's your uncle treating you?"
"They treat me well." Blaine shrugged. "A thousand times better than my adopted parents, I'll tell you that much."
Zach nodded. "Good. I wonder though…how long will that last?"
"Excuse me?"
"You must know by now your father and uncle have an unhealthy codependency on each other." Zach said. "They are always going to put each other first. Dean will save Sam before he saves you. Hell, Dean might very well sacrifice you in order to save Sam."
"He would never." Blaine declared, trying and failing to keep the hesitation out of his voice. He hadn't been Dean's son for very long, after all. What if…
"Blaine! Don't be fooled!" Blaine and Zach turned to see Jo standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
"Jo?" Blaine was a little surprised to see her.
"Dean would never do that." Jo assured him. "You know that as well as I do."
Blaine swallowed and nodded in agreement. "Yeah."
Zach sighed. "Oh, the truth can be so painful to even the closest of friends…and family."
"What exactly were you trying to accomplish here?" Blaine asked, extremely irritated.
"Well, I'd try to convince you to be Michael's vessel, but…alas, unfortunately, angels can't possess angels. Or half-angels." Zach shrugged. "Oh- and if it makes you feel better, demons can't possess you either."
"So…what, then?"
"Simple, really. I want you to convince your father to say 'yes' to Michael." Zach explained.
Blaine just scoffed. But before he could respond, Jo spoke up. "I knew this was going to happen."
"Oh?" Zach turned around and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Yep. That's why I made this." Jo stepped aside to reveal the angel banishing sigil. She hit it.
"NOOOO!" Zach screamed in frustration, and vanished in a white light.
Blaine exhaled sharply. "That was good timing."
"Thanks." Jo replied. "Blaine, you don't have to worry. Dean may love Sam, but, if it comes right down to it, he would save both of you. I know it."
That convinced Blaine. He smiled. "I know. Thanks."
"Sure."
XXX
It had been over a month and a half since Blaine flew out to Nebraska. Dean was still a little disappointed in him, but relieved that he was safe from Zachariah.
One evening, it was storming hard. Blaine concentrated on his homework- or at least tried to. The lights flickered, then went out completely. Sighing, Blaine grabbed a flashlight and headed to the fuse box. He heard splashing outside, and looked out the window. To his horror, it was flooding…rapidly. It seemed impossible, but, he just wanted to make sure. He called Kurt.
"Hey." Kurt greeted. "Can you believe this rain?"
"Yeah. Heh. I wouldn't be surprised if it floods." Blaine replied, chuckling.
"Well, good thing it's not." Kurt replied, chipper. "Hey, I'm sorry to cut this short, but I really want to finish my homework before the power gets knocked out."
"Oh. Okay. I understand." Blaine nodded. "Sorry."
"It's okay. See you soon."
"Yeah, you too." Blaine hung up and sighed. Okay…so…his yard is the only one that's flooding. Why? Suddenly, the doors burst open and water came rushing in. Blaine gasped in alarm, and struggled to get upstairs. He called Dean. "Dean! It's flooding inside my house! I can't get outside!"
"What?! How is that possible?" Dean asked, sort of freaked out.
"I don't know!" Blaine cried. He pulled down the attic stairs. "I'm heading to the attic. Maybe if I break the window up there, I can escape."
Dean and Sam were in a motel room outside of Fort Wayne, Indiana. "Wha- Blaine?!" Blaine hung up. He tried calling again, but it went to voicemail. "Dammit." He called Ellen. "Ellen? Where are you?"
"Akron." Ellen answered. "We got a tip that a poltergeist was haunting a mall, but, the tip was wrong."
"There is no poltergeist. You've been tricked!" Dean exclaimed.
"What?!"
"I hope I'm wrong, but, I think whoever told you that just wanted you away from the house." Dean explained.
"Why would you say that?"
"Because Blaine just called me in a panic and said his house is flooding." Dean said. He gestured for Sam to pack up, and headed to the car.
Ellen exhaled sharply. "Oh, my God. Where are you?"
"Fort Wayne."
"Okay, we're heading home now."
XXX
Blaine climbed up to the attic and closed the door. He moved a chest on top of the door, but water still seeped into the room. Blaine was really starting to panic. "Cass? Castiel?! Castiel, help!" The water was to his ankles by now. He waded to the window and moved another chest to break through the window. However, it didn't break. The water was up to his armpits now. Blaine breathed heavily and started floating. "CASTIEL!" The higher and higher he rose, the more he was panicking. "Oh, god…help me…" His head gently hit the roof. He tried punching a hole through the roof, but to no avail. He was now completely submerged in water. Blaine held his breath. His heart lept in hope when the chest moved from the door to the attic. Someone swam up and stood on the ground with ease. Blaine moved himself to the ground as well, still holding his breath.
The figure smiled and spoke. "Why, hello, my little gay, nephillim nephew."
Blaine looked at him, confused. He was trying to keep himself alive, so he didn't dare speak.
"Oh. At a loss for words?" The angel chuckled. "I am the archangel Gabriel. I've heard about you, Blaine." He threw his arms out. "And this? This is what the nephillims of old went through the first time around. Now….imagine my surprise when I found out it was Castiel of all people who produced you. Now…let's find out what happened to the nephilims of old, shall we?" He thrust his palm towards Blaine, who felt like he was just punched in the stomach. He started breathing again and taking on water.
XXX
Dean sped towards Blaine's house through the storm. Sam kept a wary eye on the GPS on his phone to make sure his brother doesn't crash into anything. They finally made it to the house. Dean hadn't known Blaine for long, but he was still his son. He couldn't lose another family member. He couldn't! The brothers sprinted to the front door and kicked it open. Water gushed out onto the porch, then the yard. Dean and Sam ran up the stairs inside the house and pulled down the attic stairs. More water gushed out, and Blaine's lifeless body crashed to the floor. Dean sank to his knees and started doing mouth-to-mouth. Sam checked, and found no heartbeat or pulse.
"Dean…" Sam put a hand on Dean's shoulder. "Stop. It's no use. He's gone."
"No, he's not!" Dean growled. He pounded on Blaine's chest.
Sam grabbed Dean's fist. "Dean! He's gone."
Dean breathed heavily. He felt numb. He'd only known his son for less than five months, and he's…dead? With shaking hands, he cradled Blaine's body and hugged him close. He burst into tears of grief. "My son….my son…."
Don't worry- Blaine won't be dead for long.
