Hi guys! Guess I'm getting back into this story. I hope you aren't *too* mad at me for the wait. Since this is my last chance, I'm doing a little POV switching up again this chapter. I hope it's not too confusing! Please review, they really do encourage me. Thanks ㅇㅅㅇ

Henry POV

Let me give you a few words of wisdom.

It sounds like a joke, alternate dimension-icitis. That's because that name is stupid and that part of it is a joke, I'll admit.

But it is not fucking funny, okay.

Let me tell you why.

Have you ever gone out in the snow and your fingers are numb and cold and it kinda feels like maybe your fingers are so numb that they don't really exist?

And then they fumble over shit like a teakettle.

Not like a pencil. A fucking teakettle.

(I do have big hands anyway, so I "gently bully" my cousin into making tea for me anyway)

Wait, I had a point here. Oh yeah.

Not existing isn't numb and painless like you'd imagine. It is cold as shit.

James fumbled a little with the teakettle but managed to get it on the stove and managed to light the fire after a few unsuccessful attempts at turning the knobs (you try turning a damn knob with half your fingers gone) and resorted to telekinesis.

We were quiet as we waited for our tea to boil. I stared at my cousin and he looked back at me and we didn't want to talk about anything.

We couldn't sleep. Did I mention it was close to four in the morning?

My brother Fenris snored on the couch where he was sleeping, and the clock ticked softly on the wall. I reached out and layered my hand on top of James's which were folded on the table.

I could have said something profound and beautiful and so sickeningly sweet that my cousin (like the li'l bitch he was) would just burst into tears.

Instead, I cleared my throat. "The antlers are all grown in, I see. And they still look stupid as hell."

He gave me this kind of heartbroken half-smile, his eyebrows tipping upward in an expression one uses when they're trying hard not to cry. "Thanks." He said, smiling twistedly a little more.

Fenris's rumbling snore sounded once again. James was just fuckin' staring at me like he was looking into my soul with those little dark blue orbs.

"Cas wasn't lying when he said this was your greatest fear, huh?" I said quietly, finally taking my hand from his and folding them together, shivering. The tips felt they like were being held under ice water, or maybe dunked in liquid nitrogen.

James shook his head, finally taking those eyes off of me and looking at the floor. I was a little relieved I wasn't under his stare anymore.

"What are we supposed to do now?" James asked in his cute little voice. Dammit, he could be like a toddler in a twenty-year-old's body sometimes.

The tea began to boil. James stood up to grab it.

"We could finish what we came here for." I suggested, in a voice much more grim than I had originally intended. James met my eyes as he was pouring the two cups and huffed out an irritated puff of air.

"I can't believe you sometimes." He pouted.

"Can't help it. I got a heart of gold." I knocked on my chest with my knuckles and grinned up at him. "C'mon. One last hurrah. It's not like anything else can happen to us."

James scowled as he stirred his tea. "Mammon can travel through time. She could be anytime."

"Nope. She's here, alright. Still at the all-you-can eat demon buffet." I kicked my feet up on the table and crossed my ankles, leaning back. "I feel like doing a little soul-ripping. Buff up a little."

James's face fell and grew pale immediately.

"It was a joke, Jimmy." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, it wasn't funny."

James put the tea in front of me, and I curled my fingers around the hot mug and sighed at the warmth. "It was a little funny."

James had his eyes narrowed at me, observing me, trying to search my face. "Really think we could do it? Before time runs out, I mean?"

"Dad said I look like I'm a hundred thousand years old on the inside. I could probably do anything." Confidence is key when you want to hide the fact that you've probably never been more scared ever.

James took a sip, contemplating. I knew he was going to say yes. His heart was even more golden-er than mine, if that's possible.

"I just want to curl up with this tea and finally getting around to reading "Finnegan's Wake"." He said instead, swallowing the tea and clinking the cup down on the table.

I finally laughed, more of a guffaw. "You always want to do that."

"Yeah, well, like I said I've never gotten around to it." He mumbled, he knew I knew what his decision was already.

"So you're in?" I asked.

"Meh." He answered. "I guess 'Finnegan's Wake' sucks anyway."

"That's the spirit." I felt adrenaline begin to pump into my blood. My shard twinged again and I gritted my teeth, trying not to cry out. Hopefully Gabriel was right, that maybe a better future for us was forming for us as we disappeared. No matter how much I insisted I was fine, I really was scared. I didn't want to die and resort to killing myself before I turned into the devil's left hand man.

I slung my arm over James as we made our way to the door. He was the perfect height for an armrest, really.

"You can be a king or a street sweeper," James spoke up, just the way he was speaking I knew it was going to be one of his stupid profound quotes. "But everybody dances with the grim reaper."

His low voice gave me chills.

"We're not dying, Jim." I had to insist.

"Sure feels like it," He mumbled.

And I hated to admit it, but it kind of did.

James POV

Life isn't exactly normal when you're a half-angel and half-human.

For example, they say to never fly on a full stomach. Of course, it's highly scientific, but angels can tuck into themselves and create little to no friction as they rocket from one side of the Earth to the other. However, food is not a part of the usual angel's form and is technically a foriegn substance. So, even though food is inside a half-angel's body it could produce enormous amounts of friction during your travel and you'll arrive at your desination with a belly full on fire. Literally.

How physics can allow for an object moving at that speed anyway is something I think about almost every day. Shouldn't an angel who disappeared at the speed of light be the still image if when they left, a print in the air, a mirage that would slowly fade into the red spectrum before dissappearing? What the hell is a science guy like me doing as a half-angel? I swear.

Anyway, I got off track. The reason I bring this up is that my life is strange. My cousin is simultaneously my half-brother just by angel rule of thumb, and I have a half-cousin who just happens to be the wolf who will destroy the world and Odin during Ragnarok.

And he was standing right in front of us (in human form, thank Grandfather, if he'd been his pitch-black wolf I just might have fainted). He looked irritated as hell and I swear it was like the fur on his back would be sticking right up.

"Just where in fuck's name do you think you're going?" He growled. I gulped.

"Hunting," Henry shot back. "We're Hunters. It's what we do."

"You two have done this twice already and neither time turned out well. Are you really stupid enough to do this again?" Fenris rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "You li'l shits are dumber than I thought."

Henry crossed his arms right back, strengthening his stance. "We might as well get rid of her before we disappear. Fenris, she's eating other demons. And getting stronger every time. We might not get another chance before she's too powerful."

"Don't even think about going." Fenris was blocking the doorway, his dark eyebrows hooding his eyes. I have no idea how Henry can talk to him like that. He intimidated me like no one else.

"...without me." Fenris finished, finally grinning and crossing his arms, leaning on the doorpost.

Wha...?

I couldn't help but tilt my head to the side. I'm just going to face the fact that I'll probably never understand my Uncle Sammy's side of the family.

Henry was grinning too. "Have I told you that you rock?"

"You don't do it enough." Fenris twirled a key ring on his finger.

Oh, no he wasn't.

Those were the keys to my dad's Impala.

"C'mon, kids. You're twenty, he's twenty-three, and I'm three thousand, five hundred and sixty-three. I think I know who's doing the driving." Fenris joked.

"Hey. That's a Winchester object, in which you aren't related. So I think I'll do the driving." Henry playfully snatched the keys from his brother.

"It's my dad's car." I insisted. "So, by bloodline, I'm the most fit for the driving."

No doubt I was the smallest, youngest, and possibly the biggest softy out of the two of the sons of Gabriel. And I wasn't even that soft, which was saying something. Of course it was rational to lower my expectations. And they were giving me these looks.

Well...

I drove.

And it was fucking awesome.

Dad had the best tapes in the glovebox. And tearing up the empty road at four in the morning when no one else is out and the air is cool and crisp, the door pulsing with vibrations from the loud music, screaming "Highway Star" at the top of your lungs with your two badass cousins in the car (I mean, come on, one guy can turn into a friggin' wolf and the other can rip demon souls right out of their body), it was basically one of the best feelings ever.

I tried to forget that my fingers were slowly getting colder as less remained, that we were about to face one of the most powerful demons that was no longer locked up in hell.

I often related to Cas most days. I felt like Dean almost a hundred percent, in this moment.

And I wasn't scared.