A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*

Dean wanted to deck Sam for the remarks he made but decided to hold off for the time being. He focused on the maze of corridors that were lined with life like statues of historical figures and celebrities. The hunter spotted the Abraham Lincoln statue and grabbed the stovepipe hat. He placed on his head and proceeded to do his impression of Lincoln's Gettysburg Address.

"Four score and seven years ago….I wore a funny hat."

"Dean," Sam was unamused by his lame impression. Dean's face soured as he pulled of the hat and dropped it in the bucket.

"Such a killjoy," he muttered.

"Let's just torch the objects, torch the ghosts and get the Hell out," Sam huffed.

"Fine," Dean snapped. "Just do me a favor and get the stick out of your ass Samantha?"

Sam made his bitchface and stared daggers at Dean while he fetched the keychain. As the hunter passed through them the doors slammed behind him separating the brothers.

"Dean!" Sam shouted.

"Sam! Sammy!" Dean hollered back. Sam stood back and felt the room go ice cold. He spun around back to Lincoln with shotgun raised and ready to fire. But it wasn't Lincoln he had to worry about. From out of nowhere Gandhi leapt on the hunter's back wrapping his arms around Sam's neck. Sam ran backwards and slammed his body against the wall feeling the weight drop. But Gandhi wasn't ready to give in and rolled back between Sam's legs then hopped up on his back. Sam could feel the air being cut off as Gandhi tightened his grip around the hunter's throat.

Dean rushed the doors and spotted his brother struggling.

"Sam!" Dean shouted and looked at him strangely. "Is that Gandhi?"

"Yes!" Sam gasped. Gandhi snarled and tried to bite at his throat.

"Dude is squirrely," Dean noticed.

"Get the…." Sam struggled to spit out. Dean raced to the wax figure as Sam managed to spit out the word glasses. The hunter snatched the rims and threw them in the bucket and torched the items. Gandhi didn't vanish in a ball of flames but rather simply disappeared. Sam rubbed his neck and grimaced in pain as Dean approached.

"Sam you alright?"

"Yeah," Sam said in a hoarse whisper.

"You couldn't have been a fan of someone cool? Seriously? Gandhi?" Sam just looked up at his brother and shook his head.

"So let me get this straight, you were nearly killed by Gandhi?" Brooklyn stood in the bathroom door. "I mean this is the same Gandhi who was a man of peace and practiced civil disobedience against the British?"

"Yeah, that's him," Sam muttered. Brooklyn laughed and entered the small room.

"Gandhi!" She was laughing so hard Dean and Castiel could hear her through the door. Sam just glared at the door and went back to his laptop.

"I'm glad someone's getting a laugh out of it."

"So is everyone ready to bust this joint?" Dean asked while finishing up his own packing.

"Dean didn't you find anything unusual about the way Gandhi vanished?" Sam asked without looking up.

"Strange how?" Dean stopped and turned to his brother. Castiel sat quietly.

"Well, no screaming, no big flame out. I mean that isn't the way ghosts normally go out."

"Still, I torched, he vanished," Dean concluded.

"Yeah but- also, I feel like he was trying to….take a bite out of me."

Dean's eyes went open and Castiel tilted his head.

"A bite out of you?" The angel asked.

"Yeah, like he was hungry. But the thing is about Gandhi, or rather the real Gandhi he was a…." Sam stopped as Brooklyn returned from the bathroom and sat down beside Dean.

"What are we talking about?" Brooklyn asked.

"Well Sam here was about to tell us what Gandhi was but stopped. Sam, spit it out!"

Sam huffed and finally spat it out, "A fruitarian."

Brooklyn busted up laughing and laughed hard. She laughed so hard her face turned bright red.

"A fruitarian?! This is classic!" Brooklyn roared. Castiel went by her side as she continued unabated. Dean was laughing as well and didn't care if Sam was embarrassed.

"Let me get this straight, your uh- ultimate hero- was not only a short man in diapers but he was also a fruitarian?"

Brooklyn hollered louder as she had not had such a good laugh in so long. Castiel even joined in letting a little chuckle out.

"Alright that's not the point!" Sam tried to cut them off.

"That is good! Even for you this is good!" Dean was beaming.

"Okay look, I don't think this thing is over," Sam protested. "It wasn't right the way the ghost vanished. Something was off."

"Well it was a ghost, albeit a super charged fruitarian ghost, but it was still a ghost. And now we're moving on," Dean zipped up his bag. Sam looked over at Brooklyn and Castiel who remained silent.

"So first you drag everyone into town and now you're dragging everyone back out!" Sam shouted. Brooklyn stood up and faced off against the younger brother.

"Sam, what the hell is your problem? Are you pissed Gandhi tried to eat you alive?" Brooklyn stood with hands on her hips.

"No it's not that! I mean Dean's dragging us here then wants to leave when obviously there's something wrong!" Brooklyn looked back over at Dean.

"Dean what's going on?"

Dean shook his head then looked at her. "Seems someone has some deep seated resentment about the Apocalypse. Sam here was running his mouth over the phone to Bobby thinking I wasn't around."

Brooklyn turned back around to face Sam. "Sam what did you say?"

Sam stood quiet refusing to be put on the spotlight. But Dean wasn't about to let his brother slip by.

"Sam here told Bobby we all know whose fault it was starting the Apocalypse."

Brooklyn was taken aback and felt her anger rising. Castiel rushed over and stood between the two.

"Sam, Brooklyn has been through enough. Do you not understand she was unaware of the consequences for her actions? She sold her soul so you could live. But yet here you stand throwing away the gift of life. "

The angel's hard cold tone rattled Sam for an unexplained reason.

"Well this isn't going to work," Sam said out of nowhere.

"What isn't going to work out?" Brooklyn peered around the angel.

"This, this arrangement that's what," Sam said in anger. "I thought it could but it can't," he put his hands on his hips and stared at the trio. Brooklyn pushed around Castiel and got in Sam's face.

"Now you listen to me you spoiled rotten little brat. You were the one who wanted back in after running out on us. You were the one who couldn't handle the fact that we're both angels reborn. I was the one in Hell! I was the one being tortured day in and day out! I was the one with the demon blood! So for you to get on this little soapbox and preach to us about trust issues….." Dean stepped in and gently pulled Brooklyn away before she went full on Chuck Liddell on Sam. He worried about her blood pressure and knew she had to calm down. Dean placed her on the bed and took her face in his hands.

"Brook, you need to calm down. You need to think about the baby."

"Dean, he's really pushing it here and I don't need his bullshit!" She hissed through gritted teeth.

"I know baby but let me handle this okay?" Brooklyn nodded and closed her eyes. Dean spun around to Sam. He stood there staring back at Dean as if he was ready to fight his brother.

"Sam, what you said was so uncalled for. Do I need to remind you that it's because of Brook that you are still alive?"

"No, you don't Dean. But damn it Lucifer's running free and I'm his damn vessel! You're Michael without his wings and Brook and Cas….they're angels too. I don't want to see her hurting but you need to let me grow up! You know why I ran off to help Tom? It was because of you."

"Because of me?" Dean stared hard at him.

"Yeah, it made me feel strong like I wasn't your kid brother," Brooklyn felt ill and raced to the bathroom with Castiel on her heels. The angel flashed one last look at Sam before racing inside the door. The sounds of her heaving echoed off the walls as Dean and Sam stared at one another.

"Good going Samantha," Dean muttered. At that exact moment his phone went off and he dropped his bag to answer it.

"Yeah, yeah okay," He snapped it shut and sighed.

"I guess you were right," he admitted to Sam. "This isn't over."

Brooklyn was laying flat on her back with a cool cloth over her forehead as the guys dressed in their suits. Dean sat down beside her and smiled sweetly at the ill hunter.

"I think someone wasn't happy about you two arguing," she placed a hand lightly on her belly. Dean linked his hand with hers.

"I think you're right," he kissed her hand then her lips before leaving with Sam. Brooklyn looked over at Castiel who was sitting comfortably on the chair. Dean slid his hand away then headed out the door leaving them alone once again.

Richie and his gang were an hour away from Canton. The lead hunter gripped the wheel tight in anticipation for the confrontation ahead. Revenge was the only thing on his mind. His eyes darted back up to the tin box holding the precious demon blood. They were going to go in and grab the girl and race back to Oklahoma and force the blood down her throat. If the Winchester brothers got in the way well, too bad for them.

The sign ready Canton 50….

Sam and Dean stared in disbelief at what the shaken girls were telling them. Paris Hilton had snatched their best friend Danielle.

"She looked good," one noted.

"And fast," added the other, "Skinny and fast."

"Uh, where did they go?" Sam asked still unsure of what to say.

"They just vanished," the first one said.

"Would you excuse us a minute?" Dean said and pulled Sam to the side.

"Okay so as far as we know, Paris Hilton isn't dead right?" Dean looked to Sam.

"Pretty sure, no," Sam responded.

"Which means we're not dealing with a ghost which means either Paris Hilton is either a homicidal maniac or…."

"We missed something," Sam finished.

"So what do you wanna do?" Dean asked.

Sam headed to morgue and dropped Dean back off at the motel along the way. Dean saw Brooklyn sleeping soundly on the bed while Castiel was seated on the chair in the same position as when he had left.

"How is she Cas?"

The angel nodded and looked over at the hunter. "She was sick a few more times but now she sleeps."

"Thanks Cas," Dean ditched the tied and jacket and slipped in beside her. He stretched out on his side draping one arm over her body in a protective gesture. Dean looked up at the angel as his eyelids grew heavy and finally dropped blocking out the image of the blue eyed angel.

Sam pulled out Cal's body and reviewed the ME's report. He set it to the side then snapped on the gloves and cut into the stomach. He slipped his hand inside the incision and started to feel around.

"Well that's ripe," he said to himself as he continued groping around and through intestines and viscera. Sam stopped when his index finger ran along something hard and found two hard objects in Cal's stomach. He pulled out his hand and washed away the blood and pieces of flesh getting a better look at what he had.

"What the Hell?"

Castiel was trying to get a better handle on the internet and computer concepts. It was all foreign to him but at the same time found it fascinating. His Father's creations had developed this wonderful thing but yet also held the capacity to build weapons of destruction. He never could understand humans in their war like ways but then again they were granted free will and that included the ability to wage war upon one another. The angel looked over at Brooklyn and Dean as they slept soundly together and felt the pang of human jealousy stir within him. He wanted to feel the love and loyalty they shared and have someone to share it with. Castiel let his thoughts wander to the unborn child Brooklyn carried and felt the same emotions stirring inside. As he wondered what it meant, Sam burst through the door and shut it behind.

"Dean, Brook wake up, I found something," he shook his brother. Dean groaned and looked up at Sam with one open eye.

"Whatcha find?" he asked.

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