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Chapter 11

Sam

My head felt like it had been hit by a pipe when I awoke, which was understandable considering it had been. "Damn it," I swore looking at the empty panic room before me. There was a pounding on the stairs and I picked up the pipe prepared to fight to get Millie back. To my surprise, however, it was just Dean. "What happened?" I asked him seeing the grim look on his face.

"The demons took Millie," he growled slamming his fist against a wall. "I should have known that summoning that demon was a horrible idea."

He had known it was a bed idea; we both had. Still, it was the only idea we had. Millie would have died without the blood; at least now when we found her she'd be alive.

"What are we even doing Sam?" Dean asked clearly feeling as helpless as I did. He didn't even need to say what he meant; I knew. Somehow in the span of a day I'd gone from being a student to being an orphan in the midst of an apocalypse. And it was all because of Millie. If we'd just let her go, let her be, then dad would still be alive. Then none of this would ever have happened.

I just wanted to be at school with Jess, but now I doubted I'd ever see her again. All because of Millie. "We're trying to prove that we didn't waste our lives on a hopeless cause."

"But what if we did?" Dean asked his voice cracking. "What if dad died for nothing but an obsession? The demons didn't take Millie kicking and screaming! She went with them because she wanted to! I don't know if there is anything human in her left."

No neither did I.

"Well I might just know how to find out," Bobby gruffed pounding down the stairs his face already sprouting a deep bruise. "I just found this on my kitchen floor," he continued handing Dean a book titled Supernatural:The Woman in White. Instinctively Dean handed the book to me and I flipped through it until a phrase caught my eye.

"'Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days,' Dean told his brother. Sam instantly pushed Jess to go away so the brother's could talk freely." That hadn't happened, but it was obviously still Dean and me. "How is this even possible?"

Bobby only shrugged as Dean grabbed the book and began reading. "This makes no sense," he decided looking between Bobby and me. "Even if the plot's all wrong how does this Carver Edlund even know we exist? Look now it's even talking about the yellow-eyed demon who killed our mom, but there's no mention of Millie."

How was any of this even possible? "We need to find this Carver," I decided looking in the back of the book for the 'about the author'. There was none there, but there was a note with an address on it. "And we need to ask him how this book just magically showed up with answers."

Dean gave me an odd look, "You call this answers? I only see more questions." Well he was right at that. There was something very, very weird going on, and I wanted to know what.

"Whatever you're selling I'm not…" a man called when we rang on his doorbell a few hours later. "Oh, it's you two."

Wait, so he knew who we were? "Are you the one who sent us this copy of your book, Carver?" I asked him holding up the book Bobby had found and the address within it. "And how do you know who we are?"

Carver looked around the street before ushering us inside. The whole room smelled of alcohol and desperation, but considering it was a writer's home that wasn't surprising. "I didn't send you the book, Castiel did?"

"I thought he didn't care about Millie or anything that didn't have to do with the apocalypse." For some strange reason, Carver smiled at the word apocalypse. (Was he really as nuts as Millie?)

Dean certainly didn't find it funny; he looked ready to hit the guy. "Listen, whatever you know you better spill. It wasn't that douche angel who gave us the book that would make no sense."

I couldn't believe Dean had called an angel a douche, but Carver seemed to think it was adorable. "It was Castiel, but not the one you know. A Castiel from an alternate universe, the universe these books take place in."

"So it's like the multi-verse theory," I remembered studying that at some point, but it never quite made sense. "There's an infinite number of universes with different possibilities. Is this universe a universe where Millie doesn't exist?" Carver nodded, and I just looked at the book in awe. Obviously we'd still become hunters, but if Millie was never taken… "Why does this matter though? Millie does exist here so how does this help us. And how do you know all of this?"

"I'm a prophet," Carver explained tossing over a book titles Supernatural: The Monsters at the End of This Book "I usually only dream about this universe, but sometimes I guess I'll see others as well. Plus Castiel didn't want to come and see you without me explaining first."

Dean was just shaking his head, "Even if I believed you, which I don't, I still don't understand what that angel would want to help us."

"Believe it or not in this other universe Castiel and you share 'a profound bond.'" Dean blushed, and I could only think about how Millie had called Dean bi. Was it possible that she was right? "And he thinks he has the answer for your problem with Millie while you may have the answer to one of his problems."

I didn't want to imagine the problems an angel could have, but it seemed like a good idea. "What do we need to do?"

Carver smiled while Dean just seemed annoyed that I'd decided without him. How could he not see that this was exactly what we'd been looking for? We could save Millie, and maybe even help ourselves along the way.

"You'll need to get Millie back and bring her here. I have a spell that will open the portal to this other universe…"

And then we just had to go through.