Hey guys! Thanks a ton for your encouragement! This is the second last chapter of the story, so its bit longer than usual. Also, it's a little bit in the Hurt/Comfort genre. But only a little bit. This chapter's a bit serious, so tell me if it gets too sad. Ok, enough with the 'bit's.

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Now, on with the story!

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: WHAT HAPPENED TO DEAN AND SAM?

Dean was very uncomfortable. And by uncomfortable, I mean positively nauseous. He awoke slowly, waiting for the room to come into focus. He tried to lift his head, and grimaced when the action made his head throb. He tried to gauge his surroundings. He was in a chair, but not tied to it. The air was stale and smelt vaguely of cheeseburgers. Above him, there was a light, a fan, and…a 'no smoking' sign which was lighted up.

His eyes widened. Airplane! I need to get off before they take off! He jumped up, ignoring the throbbing in his head. He immediately banged the top of his head on the low roof of the airplane. "OW!"

"Dude, what are you doing?"

Dean whipped around to see a man, a boy really, come out of the cockpit. He was well above six feet, and had to stoop to avoid hitting his head on the top. He looked not more than twenty years old, with short dark hair, a lean body and a half-eaten hamburger in his hand. He was looking reproachfully at Dean.

"Dude, do you wanna get killed? Sit down and put on your seatbelt! As the pilot of this fine airplane, I am responsible for all passengers!"

Dean looked around the tiny aircraft. There were only four seats, including the one he had woken up in. a jolt suddenly made him sit down. He fought back nausea as he buckled in as tight as he could.

"Stupid turbulence," the pilot muttered. "I'm Jake by the way, pleased to meet you."

"Yeah, hi," Dean said, gritting his teeth as another jolt almost made him hurl. "Autopilot's a bitch, ain't it?"

"Autopilot? This thing doesn't have autopilot," Jake said, frowning. He held out the half-eaten cheeseburger. "Burger?"

Dean's eyes widened as he clutched the armrests. "No autopilot?"

Jake shook his head.

"Then, Jake, my friend," He said, trying to stay calm and not hyperventilate. "Who the hell is flying the friggin' plane?"

"Oh crap!"

Sam woke up in an auditorium. He was the only one in the audience, tied to the lone chair facing the stage. The whole place was dark. He blinked, painfully aware of the throbbing in his head. Suddenly, the stage lit up, startling him.

Gabriel stepped out of the wings, wearing a tux and holding a microphone, like an announcer. "Heya, there, Sammy!" He said cheerfully. "So glad you could make it to my show!"

Sam glared at him. "What have you done to Dean and Cass?"

"Well, I went easy on Cass, you know, since he's my brother and all," Gabriel said. "And I think what I did with Dean wasn't all that much, though I think he'll stay away from airports in the future. Cheeseburgers, too. You, on the other hand, I don't know you that well. I know you hate clowns, and love your hair. But not much else. Except of course, that you consider family above all else. So I have a real treat for you today!"

Sam let out a string of colorful curses.

"Cheerful, aren't we? Let's see if we can cheer you up with a little mind TV, shall we?"

Gabriel snapped his fingers.

Dean did all he could to keep from throwing up, or strangling the pilot.

Jake, apparently, was still in the learning stage.

"Of course, I don't even need to learn flying, I'm a natural," He called back to Dean through the open cockpit door as they did yet another 360. "It's this plane," he said apologetically. "She's ready to go into the dumpster. When I get a proper one, I'll be able to fly her perfectly, trust me!"

Dean didn't trust himself to speak, so he just nodded and drew his seatbelt even tighter as he was thrown around in his seat. God, please let it be over soon.

Sam was back in his old dormitory in Stanford. He knew it was only in his mind, he could still feel the ropes on his hands. But it looked pretty damn real. He could even smell the air. Unwashed laundry, books, and… cookies. Chocolate chip cookies.

He stumbled toward the kitchen, and in the darkened auditorium situated god knows where, Sam struggled against the bonds, his legs desperately trying to walk. He got the hang of it after a few tries. It was weird, walking even as he felt the ropes holding his legs together. He ran to the kitchen to see Jessica take out the fresh batch of cookies from the oven. He ran to her, but when he tried to touch her, he passed right through her. He fell against the kitchen counter. Jessica didn't seem to notice him.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Jessica took off her mittens and went to open the door.

"Hey, Brady!"

Sam froze. He heard Brady come in. Jessica offered him cookies. Jessica came into the kitchen to get the cookies which were cooling on the counter, and passed right through Sam. Sam tried to touch her again, but in vain.

"Jess," He breathed. "Jess, don't go out there."

She didn't seem to hear him. He tried again, louder. "Jess? Jessica!" She just picked up the tray and walked outside to join Brady. Sam ran outside just in time to see Brady grab Jessica. She screamed. The cookie tray clattered to the floor.

"NO!" Sam yelled, even as in the auditorium where he was tied. "JESS!"

Jessica was pushed by some invisible force to the wall. Sam desperately swung at Brady, and his fist went right through him. Jessica slid up to the ceiling. She had stopped screaming. Suddenly, a key turned in the lock. Brady turned his head towards the sound, and disappeared into thin air. Jessica remained on the ceiling.

He watched the twenty-two year old version of himself walk into the dorm and leap onto the bed; He saw the drops of blood fall on his face and watched his horrified face as he saw his girlfriend pinned to the ceiling. He watched Jessica burst into flames, again. He stood there as Dean rushed in and dragged the twenty-two year old Sam out. He stood there, watching the dorm burn. Then, just like that, he was back in the auditorium.

He was disoriented for a few seconds; then he realized where he was. Gabriel had gotten off the stage, and was standing right in front of him. Seeing Sam tear-filled eyes, he smiled.

"Having fun yet?"

Sam didn't reply.

"Well, I guess not. Let's see if this'll put a smile on your face." He snapped his fingers.

This time, he saw his father make the deal with Azazel. He saw his father fall onto the floor, saw himself rush to him, screaming for a doctor. By the time he was back in the auditorium, the tears were freely falling.

Gabriel grinned at him. "Alright, you have to admit, this is the greatest prank in the history of pranking!"

"Prank?" Sam said, disbelieving. The tears had dried up; the sadness was replaced by anger. "This is your idea of a prank? Pranks supposed to be funny and harmless you incredibly disturbed excuse for an archangel!"

The smile was wiped from Gabriel's face. "This is funny. For me, at least. And I'm not really harming, you, am I?"

Sam shook his head in disgust.

"Whatever," Gabriel suddenly said angrily. "This stopped being fun now."

He snapped his fingers, and Sam felt his world go black.

Just when Dean felt he couldn't hold back his nausea anymore, he suddenly felt his world go black. And, for the first time since he was introduced to the Angel Express, he was thankful for it.

Sam and Dean flashed into the room at the same time. They looked at each other for a moment; then Dean rushed to the bathroom to empty his stomach.

Dean staggered out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He saw Sam's red eyes and frowned. "What did he do?"

Dean paced around the room, fuming. Sam was sitting on one of the beds, staring into space. He couldn't erase his girlfriend's and his father's deaths from his mind.

"I am going to kill him!" Dean said angrily. "How could he do that to you?"

Suddenly, Castiel flashed into the room, holding what looked like a super-sized gift basket in his arms. Dean abruptly stopped his pacing to stare at the angel.

"What is that?"

"Gift basket," Castiel mumbled, distracted. He was trying to tie a giant ribbon on the handle of the giant gift basket.

"Yeah, I see that," Dean rolled his eyes. "I mean, why do you have it?"

"It's for Gabe,"

Sam jerked out of his reverie. "What?"

"My father told me to give him a gift basket full of candy and apologize. He saw the prank war and is very angry. So I'm going to take this basket to him and apologize."

The Winchesters were stumped for a minute; then it dawned on them. "Looks like Cass wasn't spared," commented Sam.

The angel was confused at first. But when they explained it to him, he was downright furious. "How dare he?"

"I know!" Dean said.

"Does he know how much this gift basket cost me?"

"Yeah, exact- wait what?"

"That's not really the point here, Cass," Sam said, smiling at the angel's silliness.

"You know what?" Dean said, striding to their bags and pulling out a gun. "I think I'm going to go have a nice long chat with our friend Gaby." He looked at Sam. "Do you want to come?"

"Yeah sure, why not," Sam picked up another gun and followed his brother to the door. "Come on, Cass."

"We're not driving, are we?"

"No, Cass. You're flashing us there."

"Oh. Okay."

"Wait a minute! Make sure my pooping schedule isn't interrupted, okay?"

"Dean…"

"Alright, alright! Let's just go."

I know, my writing quality is down in the dumps, and this chapter was incredibly boring, so feel free to give me flame reviews... but review all the same! :D