Dean held a sleeping Addie in his arms as he walked up the steps to Lisa's home. He took a long deep breath. He knew that once Sam found out what he had done, his little brother would kick his ass. Dean knew though that Addie needed to be somewhere safe when the end of the world came. He was going to put her first and make sure that she was well taken care of before he did anything.

He lifted up his hand and knocked on the door. He looked down at Adora as he waited for Lisa to open the door. He put on a brave smile when he heard the door open and Lisa stood there shocked to see him. She looked doubly shocked when she saw the baby in his arms.

"Dean, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I came because you're the only person outside of my family that I trust. Some stuff is going to happen and I need you to watch over Adora for me. She's my daughter," he explained quickly.

Lisa shook her head, "Why don't you come in for a beer and-."

"I can't, there isn't time. Listen, I know I have no right to ask this but I need you to look after my daughter. Her mom left trying to keep her safe and I am just trying to do the same thing here. I am going to make sure that you, Ben and her are protected. Please, could you do this?"

Dean felt the tears in his eyes and he really hoped that they didn't roll down his cheeks. He looked at Lisa and he saw the debate happening in her face. He needed her to protect Adora. He knew that Kat planned on coming back but until then he knew that the safest place for Addie was away from him and Sam and hunting. He needed to protect her and having her stay with Lisa seemed like the best way to do that.

He smiled relieved when Lisa reached out for Adora. He placed his daughter in her arms and then handed her the bag he had packed and swung over his shoulder. He looked at Lisa holding his daughter and suddenly he couldn't stop the tears from falling. He leaned in and kissed Adora on the forehead.

"You'll be safe here, Addie. I promise that Mommy will come back and get you. I love you so much," he told her softly.

"Dean, I..." Lisa paused and looked into his eyes, "Be safe," was all she managed to say.

Dean nodded. He kissed Lisa on the cheek then turned and walked away. He walked back to the impala and forced himself not to look back. He had accomplished what he needed to; Adora was safe. Now all he had to do was try and end the apocalypse from happening so that she would continue to grow up in a safe world. He climbed into the impala and sighed. That didn't sound hard at all.

Kat paced the cabin twirling the angel blade around in her hand. She stopped pacing and turned to look at the clock. She was slowly going insane. She knew that leaving the city would protect Jensen and Jared and everyone else she cared about. She had forgotten however how quiet and boring being up on the mountain could be. She walked over to the couch and fell on it staring at the ceiling of the cabin.

The cabin had belonged to her grandparents and had been given to her mother after their deaths. Once Kat had turned eighteen, the cabin had become her property and she had tried to sell it on numerous occasions. For some damn reason though, no one was ever serious about buying it. She had been able to rent it out several times but mostly it had lain empty. Now though, she was glad that it was empty. It was the perfect place for a showdown with angels.

"If they ever show up," she muttered to herself.

She couldn't understand why she hadn't had any sign of angels coming to get her. Everything was normal and it seemed like the angels weren't even looking for her. She doubted that though. The angels would want her gone so that Dean could say yes to Michael. Gabriel had basically told her that the angels were gunning for her. They were just apparently a lot more patience than the demons. She frowned and stood up and starting pacing again.

"Why be more patience though? The sooner I am dead, the sooner that you can pressure Sam and Dean into saying yes?" she muttered as she paced. "What is gained by waiting?"

She twirled the angel blade around and around as she paced trying to answer her questions. For the first time in a long while she wished that Castiel was there with her. Then she could pick his brain as to how angels thought. That is of course assuming angels actually had brains and planned strategies. She raked a hand through her hair and continued to pace.

"Come on, Kat think. Sam and Dean are the only ones who can wear Lucifer and Michael to the prom. They are part of the bloodline. It comes from John and was passed down generations and generations and... Holy shit," she muttered as she stopped pacing, "Adam."

She suddenly remembered Dean and Sam's younger brother. Adam and his mother had been killed by ghouls and one of the ghouls had pretended to be Adam to lure Sam and Dean into town to kill them as well because John had killed the ghouls' father. Kat looked at the angel blade and shook her head.

"Adam is dead. He can't say yes to Michael. He is gone. That doesn't do the angels any good," she muttered softly. She then swore and closed her eyes, "Unless of course the angels decide to pull some Easter fun and resurrect Adam just so that he can say yes to them," she sighed, "which of course knowing how Winchester luck is, that is exactly what they are going to do."

She walked back over to the couch and flopped down on it. "This is just fucking fantastic. They won't be coming after me anytime soon. They have a plan B. Once they have Adam, they just gotta figure out how to make Sam say yes. Awesome. Just fucking awesome," she said to herself rubbing her temple, "I need a drink."

She got up and walked into the small kitchen and opened the door to the old fridge. She pulled out a bottle of beer and opened it. She leaned against the counter and took a long sip of the beer. She suddenly felt like her leaving to protect Sam and Dean was the stupidest plan she had ever thought of.

Sam sat at Bobby's kitchen table and looked down at the letter in his hands. It was addressed to him from Dean. When he and Castiel had gotten Dean from the motel room, Sam had seen the box and grabbed it. He had opened it moments ago and found Dean's gun, their dad's old leather jacket and three letters inside. One for him, one for Adora and finally one for Kat. Sam had put the ones for Kat and Adora in his duffel bag thinking that one day, he might give them the letters. Once the whole apocalypse mess was over with and they were a family again. He had opened his envelope and pulled the letter out. He hadn't started to read it instead he had sat there and stared at it wondering what Dean could possible say to him that he hadn't said before. Sam took a deep breath and began reading the letter.

Sam,

Where do I start? I guess with an apology. I'm sorry I was so hard on you for leaving me and Dad. I get it now. I know why you did it. You just wanted a normal life. There was nothing wrong with that. There is still nothing wrong with that. I still blame myself for what happened. I shouldn't have gone to get you at Stanford. I really had no right. You were happy and I went to get you and it all went to hell. I should have left you there. I had no right to drag you back into this mess of a life.

I guess in the end though, it doesn't matter because we probably would have still ended up here. Growing up hunting was all we ever knew. Maybe if Mom hadn't have died, or if Dad hadn't had vowed for revenge, our lives would have been different. Maybe you would have ended up a lawyer and me a mechanic living in Lawrence. We didn't get that choice though. I know that you still think we can't walk away from this life, and maybe you are right. I just don't want Adora to think the same way.

I'm going to say yes, Sam. I know you'll hate me for it and you'll have a hundred reasons why I shouldn't but I just don't want Addie growing up in this life. I'm tired and I'm done. I don't want this life anymore and even more than that, I don't want you to live this life anymore either. I want more for you, Sammy. You're my little brother and I want you to go out and live the live that was taken from you. I want you to go and become a lawyer.

I am going to stop this and fix everything. Once I am gone, it'll be up to you to watch over Adora. Make sure that she grows up to be everything that we couldn't be. Make sure that you look after her and Kat. When Kat comes back tell her that she was and is the only woman I will ever love. Kitten is the only one I could see myself spending forever with. You tell her that.

Take care of yourself, Sammy. You go out there and you live your life. I know that you can be anything you want to be. And remember me once and while, will you? Remember the happy times. Take care of my wheels. Most of all remember everything I taught you and teach it to your kids and mine.

Dean.

Sam dropped the letter on the table and wiped the tears from his eyes. He leaned back in the chair and looked up at the ceiling. He knew that Dean had written everything in the letter that he had always been too afraid to say out loud. He looked back down at the letter. Part of him wanted to yell and scream at Dean that none of what happened was his fault. Dean hadn't known that Jess would die and it killed Sam that even after all this time his brother still blamed himself.

Sam folded up the letter and tucked it back in the envelope. He got up and walked into the living room and the couch where he had thrown his duffel bag. He tucked the letter inside of it and turned around. Castiel stood in the living room looking very out of place in Bobby's living room.

"Dean is secure in the panic room. He is not very happy," Cas said walking over to Sam.

"I didn't think he would be. After all, we busted him and stopped him from going through with his great plan."

Cas frowned, "His plan was not great. It was idiocy."

Sam sighed and ran a hand over his face. "I know, Cas. I was being sarcastic."

The angel looked at him even more confused. "Then why did you not just say that?"

Sam opened his mouth but swallowed his reply. He knew there was no answer he could give that wouldn't turn into a circular conversation with Cas. He just nodded and began to walk out of the living room. "Let's go talk to Dean," Sam said heading towards the stairs.

He heard Cas's wings and knew that the angel had flown down to the basement and would be waiting for him in front of the panic room. Sam took a deep breath and opened the door to the stairs. He looked down and then slowly descended. He knew that whatever conversation he was about to have with Dean was not going to be fun at all.