No One's POV

Later that night at Bobby's, while Sam and Dean were both sleeping, Castiel had returned to Murfreesboro to watch his sister (of course unseen to her), Bobby in his study, Adam dreamed, sitting on a park bench looking out at a playground when Zachariah appears.

"Your mom's not coming, you know. This is the park where your mom took you on her day off, right? She's not coming. Not yet. But she will… Soon." Zachariah says.

"You're Zachariah, right?" Adam asks.

"I am. You weren't where you were supposed to be, kid." Zachariah comments.

"Yeah, I know." Adam snorts.

"Can't quite zero in on you, either. So, let me take a wild guess. You're with Sam and Dean?" Zachariah sighs.

"Yeah." Adam answers.

"Didn't we tell you about them?" Zachariah sighs again.

Adam nods in agreement.

"So you know you can't trust them, right? You know Sam and Dean Winchester are psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each other, right?" Zachariah questions.

"I don't know. They said a few things about you." Adam shrugs.

"Really? Trust me, kid, when the heat gets hot, they're not gonna give a flying crap about you. Hell, they'd rather save each other's sweet bacon than save the planet. They're not your family. Understand? Now... You want to see your mom again or not?" Zachariah asks, Adam waking from his dream a moment later.

"Bobby, what do you mean, 'Adam is gone?'" Sam questions after Bobby had called both boys into his study.

"Should I say it in Spanish?" Bobby snarks.

"He's gone how? What the hell, Bobby?!" Sam throws his hands in the air.

"Watch your tone, boy. He was right in front of me, and he disappeared into thin air." Bobby barks.

"Because the angels took him." Castiel says, suddenly appearing.

"What do you mean, the angels took Adam? You branded his ribs, didn't you?" Bobby questions.

"Yes. Adam must have tipped them." Castiel answers.

"How?" Bobby asks.

"I don't know. Maybe in a dream." Castiel answers.

"Well, where would they have taken him?" Dean asks.

In the angel's holding room, Adam sits at a table with a beer and burgers piled high, digging in.

"I see you and your brother share the same refined palate." Zachariah comments, looking disgusted.

"Ah. So, uh… We ready?" Adam questions.

"For what?" Zachariah asks.

"What do you mean, for what? For Michael." Adam says, looking confused.

"Oh. Right. About that… Look, this is never easy, but I'm afraid… We've had to terminate your position at this time." Zachariah says.

"Excuse me?" Adam asks.

"Hey, don't get me wrong. You've been a hell of a sport, really. Good stuff. But the thing is, you're not so much the 'chosen one' as you are… A clammy scrap of bait." Zachariah answers, looking less than remorseful.

"No… But what about the stuff that you said? I'm supposed to fight the devil." Adam says.

"Mmm, not so much. Hey, if it's any consolation, you happen to be the illegitimate half-brother of the guy we do care about. That's not bad, is it?" Zachariah shrugs.

"So, you lied… About everything." Adam says.

"We didn't lie. We just avoided certain truths to manipulate you." Zachariah says, wiggling his hand in a maybe type gesture.

"Oh, you son of a bitch." Adam growls.

"Hey, how do you think I feel? I'm the one that's got to put up with that dumb, slack-jawed look on your face. Kid, we didn't have a choice. The Winchesters got one blind spot, and it's family. See, Sam and Dean, they're gonna put aside their differences and they're gonna come get you, and that is gonna put Dean right… Here …Right where I need him. This is the night, kid! Our night. Michael's seen it. The tumblers finally click into place, and it's all because of you. And me. But who's keeping score?"

"Yeah, I'm not gonna let you do this." Adam says.

"Cool your jets, corky. Sit down. We're doing it together. Plus, you still get your severance. You still get to see your mom, okay?" Zachariah promises.

"Why should I believe you?" Adam challenges

"You know what? I keep hearing this." Zachariah makes a talking motion with his hand.

"But what I want to be hearing is this." Zachariah continues, snapping his fingers, making Adam spit up blood. "Yeah. That's better."

"Where the hell are we?" Dean asks as Castiel teleports them to where Adam was being held.

"Van Nuys, California." Castiel answers.

"Where's the beautiful room?" Dean asks.

"In there." Castiel gestures.

"The beautiful room is in an abandoned muffler factory in Van Nuys, California?" Dean questions, looking skeptical.

"Where'd you think it was?" Castiel asks.

"I- I don't know. Jupiter? A blade of grass? Not Van Nuys." Dean shrugs.

"Tell me again why you don't just grab Adam and shazam the hell out of there?" Sam asks.

"Because there are at least five angels in there." Castiel says.

"So? You're fast." Dean points out.

"They're faster." Castiel replies, taking off his tie and wrapping it around his palm. "I'll clear them out. You two grab the boy. This is our only chance."

"Whoa, wait. You're gonna take on five angels?" Dean asks, looking at Castiel in disbelief.

"Yes."

"Isn't that suicide?" Dean questions.

"Maybe it is." Castiel says answers, pulling out a box cutter from his trench-coat pocket.

"What the hell are you gonna do with that?" Sam questions.

Walking into the warehouse by himself, Castiel closes the door, immediately being attacked by angels, killing one, only to drop his angel blade, spinning around to taunt the rest.

"What are you waiting for? Come on." Castiel yells.

But as the remaining angels close in, Castiel rips his shirt open, showing the angel banishing sigil carved into his chest. Pressing his palm into it, he sends the angels away, including himself.

Dean and Sam enter a few moments later, finding the warehouse empty of all the angels except the one Castiel killed originally, both making their way towards the green room to find Adam against the wall.

"Adam, hey. Hey." Dean says.

"You came for me." Adam says.

"Yeah, well, you're family." Dean shrugs.

"Dean, it's a trap." Adam says.

"I figured." Dean sighs.

"Dean, please. Did you really think it would be that easy?" Zachariah asks.

"Did you?" Dean asks.

Sam suddenly comes at Zachariah from behind, wielding an angel blade, but Zachariah knocks it out of his hand, throwing Sam into the wall.

"Sam!" Dean shouts.

"You know what I've learned from this experience, Dean? Patience." Zachariah says, making Adam fall to the floor, coughing up blood.

"Adam? Let him go, you son of a bitch." Dean demands.

"I mean, I thought I was downsized for sure. And for us, a firing... Pretty damn literal. But I should have trusted the boss man. It's all playing out like he said... You, me, your hemorrhaging brothers." Zachariah says, turning to snap his fingers in the direction of Sam.

"You're finally ready, right?" Zachariah asks.

Dean looks from both his brothers and then back to Zachariah.

"You know there's no other choice. There's never been a choice." Zachariah states.

"Stop it. Stop it right now!" Dean demands again.

"In exchange for what?" Zachariah prompts.

"Damn it, Zachariah. Stop it, please. I'll do it." Dean finally concedes.

"I'm sorry. What was that?" Zachariah asks.

"Okay, yes. The answer is yes." Dean sighs.

"Dean!" Sam shouts.

"Do you hear me? Call Michael down, you bastard!"

"How do I know you're not lying?" Zachariah questions, eyes narrowing.

"Do I look like I'm lying?" Dean demands again.

"Zodiredo… noco… aberamage… nazodpesade… He's coming." Zachariah says, after summoning Michael.

"Of course, I have a few conditions." Dean says, after winking at Sam.

"What?" Zachariah asks, looking confused.

"The few people whose safety you have to guarantee before I say yes." Dean says like it's obvious.

"Sure, fine. Make a list." Zachariah shrugs.

"But most of all… Michael can't have me until he disintegrates you." Dean points out gleefully.

"What did you say?" Zachariah asks.

"I said… Before Michael gets one piece of this sweet ass… He has to turn you into a piece of charcoal." Dean says again, slowly as if Zachariah is slow.

"You really think Michael's gonna go for that?" Zachariah questions.

"Who's more important to him now? You… Or me?" Dean challenges.

"You listen to me. You are nothing but a maggot inside a worm's ass. Do you know who I am… After I deliver you to Michael?" Zachariah demands.

"Expendable." Dean shrugs.

"Michael's not gonna kill me." Zachariah says assured.

"Maybe not. But I am." Dean says, stabbing Zachariah through his head, Dean falling to the ground as Michael announces his arrival.

"Can you walk?" Dean asks Adam.

"Yeah." Adam says.

"Okay, come on." Dean says, helping Adam up before running over to Sam.

"Come on, move it!" Dean urges Sam, the door of the green room suddenly locking both Dean and Sam out, leaving Adam inside.

"No! Dean! Help! It won't open!" Adam shouts.

Dean runs back to the room, leaving Sam, trying to open the room from the outside, only to get burned when he touches the knob.

"Dean, help! Dean!" Adam shouts again.

"Hold on! We'll get you out. Just hold on. Adam! Can you hear me?!" Dean shouts desperately.

Suddenly the room is filled with white light, and once it fades, Dean yanks the door open, finding an abandon office.

"Adam?"

"You think Adam's okay?" Sam asks his brother once they are back on the road in the Impala.

"Doubt it. Cas either. But Cas knows where we were going before all this happen with Adam, he'll meet up with us if doesn't before then." Dean replies.

Hello my lovely readers,

So I thought I'd address a few questions from my comments here and clarify a few things since this chapter is a little short.

First of all, I do read all my reviews. So never think I ignore them or anything. I just don't usually see the point in addressing or PMing back a reply to something like "awesome", because well, as much as I do appreciate them, but what else am I going to say besides "thanks"...

Anyways, one question was how does she know what a scout is? Well when she says "scout's honor" we're not talking about a boy scout, though I realize that is probably the first connotation we all think of. The heavenly hosts are structured in garrisons, military. So, ergo, a Scout is a military position. So, it's quite literally, on her honor as a Scout, since that's the lowest ranking they have.

She's since been promoted to Captain over her flight/squadron, but that question was posed to me back in my chapter "Then: First Flight".

Next question was when am I going to reveal her death, because, well if you didn't know she died at some point, ya'll have clearly missed something... Well, I will not be answering that question.

Sorry my lovely readers, too much of a spoiler. All I will tell you, is you guys are going to want to flail me, pitch me over a cliff and then bring me back to life just to kill me again... Haha. I've got BIG plans guys. Everything ties into everything else, and I really just can't say anything.

So yeah. Much love! You guys are the best readers ever! Keep it up! *hugs & kisses*

Polkadottedgiraffe11

Edited 2/14/19