A/N: Hey guys, sorry it's been so freaking long since I updated, but I've been super busy. And I'm even more sorry that this chapter is so embarrassingly short, but the end of it seemed like a good mid chapter stopping place and if I didn't upload this half now, who knows when I would have updated next!

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Rating: R for violence and sexual references/thoughts

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Chapter14 Make It A Place Worth Living In

"I can't believe we just took out Pestilence!" Balthazar exclaimed as they walked down the stairs to the lower level of the police station.

Dean laughed. "No, no, no, no, no. There was no we, in the situation. Me and Cass took him out. You, were gonna just let him out of his cell, no questions asked."

"Why do you guys think he was in that cell to start with?" Garth asked.

"Maybe Lucifer locked him up there after he was done using him," Gabriel offered. "You know? After Death's rebellion maybe he decided that he needed to keep a tighter leash on his horsemen."

Balthazar nodded to Gabriel's theory as he pushed the door open, stepping out into the morning light. He waved for the group to follow him out and everyone crowded out of the musky police station.

After they stepped out of the building, things happened faster than they could all comprehend at once. One second the coast was clear, with no threats in sight, and the next a woman was ripping Adam away from the group. As she dragged Adam away her mouth opened impossibly wide and bit into his neck.

"Adam!" Dean yelled, sprinting after them. He quickly caught up to them and jerked his little brother out of the thing's grasp.

"She's a vampire!" Someone from the group called to Dean.

He nodded, swinging his machete and cutting the women's head off. Dean looked down at his blade curiously for a moment. Instead of being covered in shiny red blood as Garth's ax had been, it was coated in a thick black substance. What the fuck? Dean thought before dropping his weapon and falling to the ground next to his bleeding brother.

"Dean, get away from him!" Chuck yelled, his voice cracking.

"What the Hell are you talking about?" Dean looked up at the rest of his fellowship who seemed to be frozen in place a few yards away, their eyes flicking back and forth between the goo coating Dean's discarded machete and Adam's limp form.

"Dean…" Gabriel whispered, sounding on the verge of tears.

"What?" Dean whispered back, a cold dread settling in the pit of his stomach.

"That…" A small sob escaped Gabriel's lips. "Sh-she-it…that thing…was a-is a Leviathan."

Dean stared at him, not understanding. Then it hit him; in Balthazar's crash course on machines he had gone over all the ways to be converted into one yourself, and being bitten by a Leviathan…"No," He whispered. "No!" Dead yelled, shaking Adam. "He can't…He's all I have left!"

Castiel was on his side in an instant. "Dean…"

"No!"

"Dean," Castiel tried again, placing his hand on Dean's shoulder. "We-we cannot allow him to turn. He'll kill us all."

"Good," Dean whispered, his head hanging low. "If this is what the world has turned into…then I don't want to live in it. What's the point of trying to live in it if you're just waiting around to die?"

"We're going to fix the world, Dean."

"No, we're gonna die before we even have the chance to try and then it'll all mean nothing!"

"Sam," Castiel reminded him, tightening his grip on Dean. "Sam is still alive within Lucifer. You can do this for Sam-we can do this for Sam. We have to." Dean didn't respond, his head still hanging. "Dean…I know that the world has literally gone to Hell, but…but we can fix it. It's not too late. There is still hope. We can make this a place worth living in again." Castiel remained silent, letting Dean work his thoughts out internally.

He's trying to help, Positive told him as he stared down at his brother's limp form. And he's right. The world can be saved, but it needs you to do it. There is still hope, but you know that without you it's lost.

I hate to say this, but he's right-Castiel and Positive, Negative spoke up. The world needs you and you know it! You're brother's gonna turn into a Leviathan? Oh poor you let me play you a sad song on the world's smallest violin! Now stop being a whiney little bitch and get your fucking ass up!

Dean nodded slowly, standing and taking Castiel's hand in his. "Let's make it a place worth living in."

Castiel squeezed his human's hand, giving him a small, sad smile, and then moved his gaze to Adam. "It will be easier for everyone to take his head now, rather than later; less painful."

Before Dean could speak Gabriel stepped towards them. "Can-can I do it?"

Dean nodded thinking about how close Adam and Gabriel seemed to have gotten. "Did you guys…bond?"

Gabriel shook his head slowly. "No, we, uh, we had sex a few times, but um, we were waiting to bond until…we got back home." He let out a noise somewhere between a sob and a sigh as he unsheathed his machete.

Dean placed his hand on Gabriel's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Gabriel," He told the angel, turning and walking in the direction of the other Leviathan's head, not wanting to see his baby brother's head chopped off.

Gabriel nodded his head slowly and began to raise his machete.

Dean flinched at wet chopping noise of Adam's head being cut off.

Not Adam, Positive spoke up in a small comforting voice within Dean's head. Adam's already gone; it's only a machine now.

Castiel tightened his grip on Dean's hand for a second before releasing it to pull out a burlap sack and placing the Leviathan's head in it.

When they turned back, Gabriel already had Adam's head in a similar burlap sack. Gabriel looked up at them with a tear streaked face and jerked his head in the direction that would take them away from Desperation and back to Hell.

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The next two days were spent in a depression induced silence, no one speaking save for the occasional exchange of, "Are you okay?", aimed at either Gabriel or Dean and their mumbled reply of a halfhearted, "I'm fine," before the silence would continue.

Dean felt empty somehow, sure he knew that people he cared about would die before successfully saving what was left of the world, but he hadn't expected it to so early in to their mission and he sure as Hell hadn't expected it to be his brother.

On the third day Jo broke the silent by asking the group if they wanted to walk through the day. Everyone nodded their agreement and silence fell once more and stayed through the day and the next night.

Just as the sun was rising, they reached the Road House in Hölle. Everyone sighed in relief once they all made it safely through the elevator and started walking down the hill to the Gates.

Once to the Gates Balthazar silently placed his hand against them, causing them to part. When the Gates finally clicked shut behind them, the group sighed again, relieved that they had not been locked out of Heaven on top of everything else.

About half an hour out of Himmel, Dean's depressed out of it feeling began to change into a powerful feeling of edginess. It began to seem to him that he was forgetting something incredibly important, but he couldn't remember what or even what it would have to do with. Another thing that was not helping his edginess was the strong urges that continued to hit him like a Mack truck. As they continued walking it was becoming harder and harder for him to ignore the impulse to tackle Castiel to the ground, rip his clothes off, and have sex with him right then and there, not even caring that everyone else could see them. He shook his head trying to clear the urges and most of all the vivid images of himself carrying out the urges he was having.

Just as they reached Himmel's outskirts and Dean was losing his last bit of restraint the group was greeted with the faint sound of loud music mixed with the occasional shout it hit him. "Son of bitch," He mumbled turning to Castiel and having to fight off another wave of the impulse that was screaming at him to rip the angel's clothes off. "Famine."

A/N#2: Well there it is, please leave me reviews or Pm me what you think, believe it or not feedback in any way shape or form does help me update faster even if the review's only 3 words long! Hopefully I'll have the second half up in the next week of so :)

Oh and in case you were wondering what they did with the Leviathan heads. they tossed them into the marshes, (I just couldn't come up with a way to write that into the story that fit.)

Random facts: The chapter title in from the Genesis song Land Of Confusion.