I definitely knew that leaving the guys was a bad choice. But in the long run, I knew it would be for the best. I kept myself busy, cleaning up Granny's house, installing Enochian symbols to keep the angels away, working in the garden, doing research that I would email to Bobby. I did keep tabs on the boys, I had to in order to keep some sort of sanity.
"They what?" I screech into the phone.
"The idijits went and got themselves shot," Bobby grunts back.
"Okay, Bobby," I say, leaning back against the counter. "I'm confused…you're telling me that the boys got shot, died, but yet you don't sound upset about it!"
"They came back to life," he clarifies. "Joshua, the gardener, sent them back. Gave them a message too."
"Oh boy," I say. "What's that?"
"Apparently God has told them he ain't getting in the middle of all this," Bobby says.
"Great," I say with a sigh.
Bobby was the only person I talked to. I had tried to talk with Dean on the phone, but the pain of missing him caused me to completely deplete my alcohol stash after I hung up the phone. Like I said before, I kept myself busy. Scrubbing the already spotless cabin, sorting through old pictures, organizing her old recipes, doing whatever I could to keep my mind off of what I had left behind.
About a month after I left, it was near two o'clock in the morning when I was woken up by a banging on the door. I push the heavy quilt off of me before walking over to the door, angel blade that Cas had given me in hand. I open the flap on the door to peer outside, dropping the blade when I see who's standing there. "What are you doing here Dean?" I say, throwing the door open.
"Hey shorty," he says, giving me a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
"Dean," I say again. "What are you doing here?"
"What?" he says, the smile faltering some. "You aren't happy to see me?"
"Of course I am," I say. I step over the threshold in my bare feet and wrap my arms around his neck. I feel him wrap his arms around my waist, burying his face into my neck. We stay like that for a few minutes, until I move my arms and place them on his shoulders, pushing back from him. "But I'm serious Dean, what are you doing here?"
He lets out a sigh as he takes a step back, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I like the cabin," he says, looking around at the outside of the house, ignoring my question. "It's…it's very you."
"Thank you," I say. "But, Dean, you didn't come all the way here to talk about real estate. You alright?"
"No, not really." He says, shaking his head.
"Dean, what is going on?" I say, crossing my arms over my chest. "Is Sam alright? What about Bobby? Cas?"
"They're fine," he says, shaking his head. He looks away for a moment, off into the dark woods, before looking at me. "Look, I'm not stupid, okay? I know the life that I live, I know how that's gonna end for me. Whatever. I'm okay with that. But I wanted you to know…that when I do picture myself happy…it's with you."
"No," I say, shaking my head. At Dean's words and the look in his eye, I knew what he was coming here to do and what he was planning on doing after he left here. "Dean, please, don't say that. Come inside and we'll talk about this."
"I wish I could." He says, shaking his head and refusing to look me in the eye. "Rhi, I do love you, that's why I have to do this. Take care of yourself."
Dean turns to walk away before I grab his arm and stop him. "No, wait, wait!" I say. He turns back to look at me, a pained look in his eye. "Dean, please, I am beggin you, please, come inside."
"I'm sorry." He says again. "But I don't have a choice."
"Yes you do, you always have a choice." I say. "You can come inside and let me get you a beer. We can talk about this."
"Things are about to get really bad." Dean says, ignoring my plea.
"Dean, please, don't do this," I say, gritting my teeth, my voice growing thick.
"I don't want you to worry," He says, still ignoring my pleas, staring off at whatever. "Because I'm making arrangements for you."
"The only arrangement I need is for you not to do this," I say, tears falling down my face. "Please, please, Dean. Come inside with me. Please."
"Whatever happens, you're gonna be okay." Dean says, his own voice taking on a tremor.
"Dean, please," I say, full on sobbing now. "You know I won't be!"
"The people that I'm gonna see next, they're not gonna get anything from me without agreeing to a few conditions." Dean says, still ignoring me.
"Just...just come inside. Please." I say, pulling on his arm. "Please, don't do this."
"I have to." He says, shaking his head.
"Just stay an hour." I say, hoping he actually would and that I could change his mind.
"It's better if I don't." Dean says, shaking his head. He reaches forward, placing a hand on the side of my head. Pulling me towards him, he places his lips to my forehead. After a few seconds, he pulls back, looking me in the eye, his eyes filled with unshed tears. "Bye, Rhiannon."
I watch him in silence as he turns and walks away, walking past the Impala, disappearing into the woods. I yell after him, once I can't see anymore, hoping he'll turn around. After a couple minutes, I turn from the door, leaving it standing wide open and make a beeline for the phone. A couple misdials later, the phone finally rings to the number I was looking for. "Sam," I say into the phone. "He came here."
~o.O.o.O.o~
"Sending someone a candy-gram?" Sam says. I stand behind him, hiding myself from Dean who was in the hotel room.
"How'd you find me?" I hear Dean say.
"He had a little help," I say, stepping up beside Sam. I cross my arms over my chest, giving Dean a glare. He looks at me, a sad look settling on his face.
"You're going to kill yourself, right?" Sam says, taking a couple steps towards his brother. "It's not too hard to figure out the stops on the Farewell Tour."
"I'm not going to kill myself." Dean says, shaking his head.
"No? So Michael's not about to make you his Muppet? What the hell, man?" Sam says. "This is how it ends? You just…walk out?"
"Yeah, I guess." Dean says, with a shrug, looking away from us.
"How could you do that?" Sam says.
"How could I?" Dean says, pointing at himself and then at Sam and me. "All you two have ever done is run away."
"And I was wrong. Every single time I did." Sam says. They both look at me, waiting for me to say something, but I continue to stare at Dean, fuming. "Just…please. Not now. Bobby is working on something."
"Oh, really? What?" Dean says. Dean shakes his head at Sam when he doesn't answer. "You got nothing and you know it."
"You know we have to stop you." Sam says.
"Yeah, well, you can try." Dean says, trying to give us a cocky smirk. "Just remember: You're not all hopped up on demon blood this time."
"Yeah, I know. But I brought help." Sam says. Dean turns around, hearing the sound of Castiel's wings. He barely gives Dean a chance to blink before pressing two fingers to his forehead and knocking him out.
"So what are you going to say to him?" Sam asks me as he shuts the back door of the Impala. I glance through the window at Dean's passed out form.
I let out a sigh before turning back to Sam. "It's not a matter of what I'm going to say to him," I say. I walk up the side of the car to the passenger door and open it. "It's a matter of how much I'm gonna kick his butt." I add before sliding into the front seat.
~o.O.o.O.o~
"Yeah, no, this is good. Really." Dean says, pacing across the floor of Bobby's living room. I glance up at him from my book I had been reading, trying to find some information that might be helpful. "You know, eight months of turned pages and screwed pooches but tonight, tonight's when the magic happens."
"You ain't helpin'." Bobby grumbles at him.
"Yeah, well, why don't you let me get out of your hair, then?" Dean smirks at him.
"Oh, shut up Dean," I say, slamming my book. I push myself off the couch and walk into the kitchen, purposely knocking into Dean on my way.
"What the hell happened to you?" I hear Bobby ask him. I wasn't sure what I had come in here for, but finally decide on a glass of whiskey and coke.
"Reality happened. Nuclear's the only option we have left." Dean says. I roll my eyes at him as I walk back into the living room, earning an exasperated sigh from Sam. "Michael can ice the devil, save a boatload of people."
"But not all of them." Bobby says, shaking his head. "We gotta think of something else."
"Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say." Dean says, his voice rising. "But if Lucifer burns this mother down, and I coulda done something about it, guess what? That's on me."
"You can't give up, son." Bobby says, trying his patience with Dean.
"Oh but of course he can," I say, finally having enough. I push myself off the couch, shaking off Sam who was trying to pull me back down. I knock back the rest of my drink, the burning sensation filling my chest. "He's Dean Winchester," I sneer at him. He takes a couple steps back from me, like he was scared. "He can do…whatever in the hell he wants, right?" I continue to walk towards him until he was backed against a wall. "He can go back on every promise he's ever made. But, ya know, Lord help us if we go back on a promise to him! It'd be the dagum Apocalypse! Oh wait…it already is!"
"Rhi," he says, holding his hands up, trying to convey some sort of innocence. "You don't understand-"
"Oh, I understand perfectly!" I shout at him. "You promised me! You promised all of us that you wouldn't do this!" He hangs his head for a second before looking away from me. "Yeah, Dean, hang your head in shame," I sneer at him. "You are not the man I thought you were." Silence follows me as I walk out of the room and up the stairs.
I was absolutely furious with Dean. I was furious that he had went back on his word that he wouldn't give up and say yes to Michael and I was furious he didn't talk to me about it first. I was also furious that he was trying to make it seem like we, me, Sam, Bobby, and Cas, were the ones in the wrong for trying to stop him. Despite my being mad at him, I did still care about him which is why I forced myself to walk back down the stairs.
"I'm gonna get a beer, do you mind?" I hear Dean say as I walk into the study. I look into the kitchen to see Sam moving away from the fridge as Dean opened the door. Dean turns around the same time I situate myself on top of Bobby's desk, letting my legs swing beneath. He looks at me with a wary stare, like I might explode on him again. Honestly though, I was so tired of being mad at him that I roll my eyes at him and look away instead.
Suddenly, papers start blowing around the room as Castiel appears, an unconscious person draped over his shoulder. "Help." He says as he deposits the person on the couch. I jump off the desk as Bobby yells for the boys. Without even thinking about it, I start checking the guy over, trying to find signs of life and any injuries.
"Who is this?" I ask as I feel his pulse, strong and unyielding. I try to wipe away some of the mud off his face to get a better look at him.
"That's our brother." Sam says from behind me.
"Wait a minute. Your brother?" Bobby says as I stand up, backing up to stand next to Dean. "Adam?"
"Cas, what the hell?" Dean says, looking down at Adam's body.
"Angels." Castiel says simply.
"Angels? Why?" Sam asks.
"I know one thing for sure. We need to hide him now." Castiel reaches down and places a hand on Adam's chest, branding Enochian sigils on his ribs. I could feel the effect they had on me.
Suddenly, Adam's eyes fly open and he sits up, looking at us all frantically. "Where am I?"
"It's okay." Sam says to him. "Just relax, you're safe."
"Who the hell are you?" Adam asks.
"You're going to find this a little...a lot crazy, but we're actually your brothers." Dean tells him.
"It's the truth. John Winchester was our father, too." Sam says. "See, I'm Sam—"
"Yeah, and I'm sure that's Dean and Rhiannon." Adam says, pointing at me and Dean. "I know who you are."
"How?" I ask him.
"They warned me about you." Adam says.
"Who did?" Dean says.
"The angels." Adam says. "Now where the hell is Zachariah?"
We all let out a collective sigh, thinking the same thing: crap. I run into the kitchen and make Adam a glass of water. When I walk back in the room, he's cleaned off and sitting up straight, staring at Dean and Sam.
"So why don't you just tell us everything?" Dean says to Adam as I hand him the glass. "Start from the beginning."
"Well, I was dead and in Heaven." Adam says after taking a long drink. "'Cept it—it uh, kinda looked like my prom and I was making out with this girl, her name was Kristin McGee—"
"Yeah, that sounds like heaven." Dean says with a smug smile. "Did you get to third base?"
I roll my eyes and smack Dean up the back of the head. "Just keep going." I tell Adam.
"Well, these…these angels, they popped out of nowhere, and they tell me that I—I'm chosen."
"For what?" Sam asks.
"To save the world." Adam explains.
"How you gonna do that?" Dean says, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Oh, me and some archangel are going to kill the devil." Adam says, like it was the simplest thing in the world.
"What archangel?" Dean asks.
"Michael." Adam says, nodding his head. "I'm his uh, sword or vessel or something, I don't know."
"Well, that's insane." Dean says, the muscles in his shoulders tensing up.
"Not necessarily." Castiel says.
"How do you mean?" Dean says, turning around to look at Cas.
"Maybe they're moving on from you, Dean." Castiel suggests.
"Well that doesn't make sense." Dean says, his voice rising a little.
"He is John Winchester's bloodline, Sam's brother." Castiel says, still trying to explain it. "It's not perfect, but it's possible."
"You gotta be kidding me." Dean says, shaking his head.
"Why would they do this?" Sam asks.
"Maybe they're desperate." Castiel says.
"Guess they assumed wrong that Dean would continue to say no to them," I sneer at him.
"Alright, you know what?" Dean says, turning to glare at me. "Blow me, Rhi."
"Maybe if you would've asked me that last week before you became a coward," I snap back at him.
"Look, no way." Sam says, effectively stopping me and Dean from getting into a full blown argument. "After everything that's happened? All that crap about destiny? Suddenly the angels have a Plan B? Does that smell right to anybody?"
Adam stands up, clapping his hands. "You know this has been a really moving family reunion, but uh, I got a thing, so—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, no, no, no. Sit down." Sam says. Adam sits down, shaking his head. "Just listen, okay? Please."
"It's unbelievable." Adam says.
"Now, Adam…the angels are lying to you." Sam says. "They're full of crap."
"Yeah, I don't think so." Adam says.
"Really. Why not?" Sam scoffs.
"Um, 'cause they're angels." Adam snaps back.
I let out a loud laugh, causing everyone to look at me. "Wow kid," I say, shaking my head at him. "You must really be related to Dean if you're stupid enough to believe that."
"Rhiannon, can I speak to you?" Castiel says, before anyone can say anything. "In private." I let out a sigh as I walk from the room, following Cas down to the basement to the panic room. I walk in after him, the door shutting behind me. "What is wrong with you?"
"I'm mad at him," I say. "That's what's wrong."
"You aren't acting like you though," he says, looking at me closely. "Haniel is getting stronger, isn't she?"
I nod my head, some of the anger diminishing. "Yeah," I say quietly. "She is. I am angry at him. But you know I normally wouldn't say that stuff to him, not out loud at least. I just- It's her making me say it."
Castiel lets out a sigh, pacing around the room a little. "Maybe, maybe you should just stay down here for a little while," he says. "Try and calm down."
"Okay," I say, sitting down on the cot in the room. I watch Cas as he walk across the room and out the door, shutting and locking it behind him. I shut my eyes as I lay back on the cot, trying to drown out the sounds of Haniel in my head. A few minutes after Castiel had left, I hear the sound of the door opening. I open my eyes and see Dean standing in the doorway, looking at me. "Should've known you'd come down here," I say as I lay back on the cot again.
"Cas told me what was going on with you," He says after the door shuts behind him. "Plus they're making me come down here so I don't try and sneak off." I shake my head as I feel the weight on the cot shift. Opening my eyes again, I see Dean sitting on the edge of the cot, looking at me with a sad stare. "Look, Rhi," he says. A frown line forms between his eyebrows as he tries to form the right words. "I'm- I'm sorry, about when I showed up at your cabin. I shouldn't have even gone there, I just…I just wanted to see you again."
"No Dean," I say, sitting up on the cot, pulling my knees up to my chest. "What you're supposed to say is that you're sorry for even considering this. What happened to never giving up?"
"What happened to you'd never leave?" He snaps back at me.
"That's not fair Dean," I say, a quiver in my voice. "You know Haniel is getting stronger. I couldn't risk being around y'all."
"Yeah, well," Dean says, looking down at his hands, the floor, anywhere but me. "Why do you think I want to say yes?"
"What do you mean?" I say, scooting across the cot, closer to him.
He turns his head slowly, a sad look in his eyes. "You don't think I'm going to say yes to him without a few conditions first?" he says.
It clicks in my head what he was talking about. "You were going to have Michael get rid of Haniel."
Dean nods his head, looking away from me again. "You know, when I went to heaven, one of my memories was of you," he says, looking down at his hands. "It was that time that the angels zapped our memories and made me into that corporate douche-wad. Living that apple-pie life? That was…easily one of the happiest times of my life, you know, despite the fact that it was all fake." He turns his head to look at me, grabbing one of my hands into his own. "It wasn't cause we had a nice place, or lots of money and all that other crap, it was because I got to come home to you, every day. Because I had someone to talk to…about whatever and you didn't judge, you didn't tell me I was wrong, you just supported me, whatever it was. I felt…I felt safe. And with all this crap going down…if I could do something, anything, to make that a possibility and to keep you safe…how could I not take it?"
I don't say anything, I just look down at our intertwined hands: his, rough, calloused over, a faint tan staining the back of his…mine, short fingers, a few callouses on the palm, chipped purple nail polish. I couldn't argue with what he just said, but I still didn't want him to say yes to Michael. No matter what he did, I always felt safe with him, just his mere presence made me feel like I could take on the world. I take one of my hands out of his, reaching up to place it on the side of his face. "I'm scared for you Dean," was all I was able to get it out. He nods his head a couple times, reaching up and grasping the side of my face too. At first, he gently places his lips to mine, then a hunger consumes both of us that we can't fight.
~o.O.o.O.o~
"Dean?" I hear. I open my eyes and see Cas walking into the panic room. I grab some nearby fabric, covering myself as I look around the room to see Dean standing by a cabinet.
"Cas." Dean grunts. We both whip our head over to Dean, who flips the cabinet shut, revealing an angel banishing sigil that Dean slaps his hand to. As a light emanates from Cas, a fire rips through my body, causing me to fold in on myself in pain. Through the haze of pain, I see Dean walking out of the panic room, and disappearing out the cellar door.
~o.O.o.O.o~
"Where's Cas?" Bobby asks as me and Sam walk into the living room. He looks at us, Sam holding me up, the pain still subsiding.
"Blown to Oz." Sam says.
"You okay Rhiannon?" Bobby asks me as Sam helps me sit down in a nearby chair.
"Yeah," I say. "The sigil Dean used affect me."
"Look, I'll get Dean." Sam says. "He couldn't have gone too far. Just watch Adam."
"How?" Bobby says. "You may have noticed, he's got a slight height advantage." He gestures down to his chair before looking up at Sam.
"I'll help," I say. "Just…go get him Sam. Before it's too late." Sam nods his head at me before grabbing his coat and heading out the door.
As Bobby wheels himself across the room, I look over at Adam's body, sleeping on the couch. He definitely looked like he could be Dean and Sam's brother, sharing similar features. I shake my head, shaking of the thoughts of how different they all might be if they had known each other sooner. Grabbing a nearby book, I cross my legs and start flipping through it. About ten minutes later, I start to feel that familiar pull in my stomach, someone was transporting me! I call out Bobby's name, before everything disappears.
~o.O.o.O.o~
Opening my eyes, I look around to see I'm in the Green Room with Adam. "What the- what's going on?" I say, looking over at Adam.
"Zachariah took us," he says. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to see my mom."
"Adam!" I yell at him as he walks over to a table where there was a mound of hamburgers and beers. "You've doomed both of us!"
"Oh, now don't be so doom and gloom," a familiar voice says behind me. I turn around to see Zachariah standing there, flanked by two other large looking angels. I look back at Adam, who was intently eating a burger. "He can't hear you, totally oblivious to you right now."
"What am I doing here?" I demand, looking back at the angel. "I'm not giving into Haniel."
"Oh, we know," he says, starting to pace. "That is why Michael has changed his mind."
"What do you mean 'changed his mind'?" I say, narrowing my eyes at him. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a vial with a glowing liquid in it. "What is that?"
"Your better half," he says with a smug smile, looking at the vial. "And no, I'm not talking about Dean." He gives me another smug smile as the two men behind him disappear, then reappear on either side of me. They grab onto me, holding me in place. "This, is the rest of Haniel's grace."
It finally clicks in my head, what he intends to do with it. "No!" I say, struggling against the angels holding me, but I was no match for them. "I won't be her vessel!"
"Well, half of you may not want to be," he says, pulling a knife out of his coat. "But the other half, well, she may disagree with you."
I struggle against the two men holding me as Zachariah walks closer to me, aiming the knife at my neck.
~o.O.o.O.o~
Sam's Point of View
"He isn't going to be happy when he finds out," Castiel says.
I peer into the panic room at my brother who was passed out on the cot. "I know," I say with a sigh. "Good thing he's handcuffed to the bed." Walking into the room and shutting the door behind me, Dean starts to stir. "How you feeling?" I ask him.
"Word to the wise: don't piss off the nerd angels." He says, sitting up and tugging on the handcuff a couple times. "So how's it going?"
"Adam's gone. The angels have him." I tell him, waiting to tell him the other part.
"Where?" Dean asks.
"The room where they took you." I say.
"You sure?"
"Cas did a re-con." I tell him.
"And?" he hedges.
"And the place is crawling with mooks…" I say. "Pretty much a no-shot-in-hell, hail-Mary kind of thing."
"Ah, so the usual." He says, nodding his head. "What are you going to do?"
"For starters…I'm bringing you with." I say.
I push myself off the desk I had been leaning on and walk over to him. "Excuse me?" he says as I unlock the handcuff.
"There are too many of them. We can't do it alone." I tell him, still nervous to tell him the other reason we were bringing him. "And uh, you're pretty much the only game in town."
"Isn't that a bad idea?" he asks.
I nod my head. "Cas and Bobby think so. I'm not so sure."
"Well, they're right. Because either it's a trap to get me there to make me say yes, or it's not a trap and I'm gonna say yes anyway." He says. "And I will. I'll do it. Fair warning."
"No, you won't." I say, looking at him seriously. "When push shoves, you'll make the right call."
"You know, if tables were turned…I'd let you rot in here." He tells me. "Hell, I have let you rot in here."
"Yeah, well…I guess I'm not that smart." I say, a humorless chuckle rolling out.
"I—I don't get it. Sam, why are you doing this?" Dean asks.
"Because… you're still my big brother." I tell him.
He shakes his head at me as he looks around the room. He stops, settling on the cot he was sitting on. "Hold up, you never said what Rhiannon thinks about me going," he says, looking back up at me. I hang my head, not wanting to look him in the eye.
"Dean, I-"
"Sam," he says, anger filling his voice. I hear the metal springs creek as he stands up. "Sam, where is she."
Letting out a sigh, I look up at him, fury all over his face. "She's with Adam."
~o.O.o.O.o~
Dean's Point of View
"Where the hell are we?" I ask as we appear next to an old, rundown warehouse.
"Van Nuys, California." Cas says.
I look up at the building again as we walk beside it. "Where's the beautiful room?"
"In there." Castiel grunts.
"The beautiful room is in an abandoned muffler factory in Van Nuys, California?" I ask.
"Where'd you think it was?" Cas retorts.
"I—I don't know. Jupiter? A blade of grass?" I say as we stop outside a door. "Not Van Nuys."
"Tell me again why you don't just grab Adam and Rhiannon and shazam the hell out of there." Sam asks.
"Because there are at least five angels in there." Cas tells us.
"So? You're fast." I say, getting a little antsy at the thought of Rhiannon being in there.
"They're faster." He says. He reaches up and takes off his tie, wrapping it around his palm. "I'll clear them out. You two grab them. This is our only chance."
"Whoa, wait. You're gonna take on five angels?" I say.
"Yes."
"Isn't that suicide?" I ask.
"Maybe it is. But then I won't have to watch you fail. I'm sorry, Dean." Cas says. "I don't have the same faith in you that Sam does."
Castiel reaches inside of his coat pocket and pulls out a box cutter, sliding the blade up. "What the hell are you gonna do with that?" Sam asks him, eyeing the blade.
~o.O.o.O.o~
"Alright, let's go," I say, once the screams and the light subside from inside the warehouse. When I open the door and step inside, I see one dead angel laying on the ground and an older, shabby looking trailer in the middle of the warehouse.
Me and Sam hurry over to the trailer and cautiously open the door. When I open it, the beautiful room from before is there. Inside, I see Adam laying on the ground, blood coming out of his mouth.
"Adam, hey. Hey." I say, running up to him.
"You came for me." He chokes out.
"Yeah, well, you're family." I say to him. "Hey, where's Rhiannon?"
"Over there, on the couch," he says, pointing to the back of the room. I look over there and see Rhi laying on the couch, passed out. I watch as Sam walks over to her. "Dean, it's a trap."
"I figured." I say, looking back at him.
"Dean, please." I hear behind me. I turn around and see Zachariah standing there. "Did you really think it would be that easy?"
"Did you?" I sneer at him. I watch as Sam comes up behind him, angel blade in hand. Zachariah turns around in time, knocking the blade away and throwing Sam backwards against a wall. "Sam!"
"You know what I've learned from this experience, Dean?" Zachariah says, taking a couple steps towards me and Adam. "Patience."
Zachariah waves a hand towards Adam, who starts coughing up blood. "Adam?" I say, shaking him. "Let him go, you son of a bitch."
"I mean, I thought I was downsized for sure. And for us, a firing...pretty damn literal." Zachariah says, starting to pace, a smug smile on his face. "But I should have trusted the boss man. It's all playing out like he said...You, me, your hemorrhaging brothers." He turns towards Sam, waving a hand at him, causing him to cough up blood too. "You're finally ready, right?" I look from Sam, to Adam, to Rhi, and back to Sam, weighing options. "You know there's no other choice. There's never been a choice."
"Stop it." I say, finally making up my mind. "Stop it right now!"
"In exchange for what?" Zachariah says, stopping in front of me.
"Damn it, Zachariah. Stop it, please. I'll do it." I say.
"I'm sorry." He says. "What was that?"
"Okay, yes." I reapeat. "The answer is yes."
"Dean!" I vaguely hear Sam yell at me.
"Do you hear me?" I growl at the angel. "Call Michael down, you bastard!" My voice breaks on the end as I look away, not able to look at him.
"How do I know you're not lying?" Zachariah says, narrowing his eyes at me.
"Do I look like I'm lying?" I yell at him.
Zachariah turns away from me, looking up at the ceiling, chanting in Enochian. "Zodiredo…noco…aberamage…nazodpesade…" He looks down, nodding his head a couple times. "He's coming."
I look over at Sam, who was giving me a look that was a mixture of question and disappointment. I look at him for a moment longing, before giving him a wink. "Of course, I have a few conditions." I say, giving a smug smile to the back of Zachariah's head.
"What?" he says, turning back to me.
"The few people whose safety you have to guarantee before I say yes." I tell him.
"Sure, fine." Zachariah says. "Make a list."
"But most of all…Michael can't have me until he disintegrates you." I say, the smug smile grows even larger.
"What did you say?" the angel says, his face falling.
"I said…before Michael gets one piece of this sweet ass…" I say, taking a couple steps towards him. "He has to turn you into a piece of charcoal."
"You really think Michael's gonna go for that?" Zachariah says.
"Who's more important to him now?" I say, pointing a finger between me and him. "You…or me?"
"You listen to me. You are nothing but a maggot inside a worm's ass." Zachariah says, getting right in my face. "Do you know who I am…after I deliver you to Michael?"
"Expendable." I say.
"Michael's not gonna kill me." He says, a smug, yet worried smile on his face.
"Maybe not. But I am." I say. Before he can even react, I take the angel blade in my hand and jam it through the bottom of his head, up through his skull. A white light shines through his eyes and mouth before he falls to the floor, dead. I run over to Rhiannon and scoop her up in my arms as the room starts to shake and a loud, piercing noise filling the room. I hear Sam ask Adam if he can walk as we all run to the door.
As I exit the room, I look behind me and see Sam run out behind me and Adam behind him. Before Adam can get out of the room, the door slams shut.
"No! Dean! Help!" I hear him yell on the other side. "It won't open!" Sam reaches out for the door knob, pulling his hand back quickly like he had been burned as the room starts to glow. "Dean, help! Dean!" Adam yells again.
"Hold on! We'll get you out. Just hold on." I yell into the door. "Adam! Can you hear me?!"
A second later and the light from inside the room disappears. Sam throws the door open, to reveal an empty, run down room. We look inside, finding no Adam. I look down at Rhiannon, who was still unconscious in my arms.
"Come on," I say. "We need to head back to Bobby's."
~o.O.o.O.o~
"I don't get why she's still unconscious," I say, looking down at Rhiannon. I look up at Bobby and Sam, who were perched in various spots in Bobby's study. It had been almost twelve hours since we got back from California, and Rhiannon still hadn't woken up. "Think maybe we should bring her to a hospital?"
"I don't know," Sam says. I watch him as he walks up to her, placing two fingers on her throat and then on her wrist. "Her pulse is strong, and normal…I don't know man…"
Suddenly, as Sam pulls his hand away, Rhiannon's eyes shoot open. "Rhi," I say, simultaneously letting out a sigh of relief. She sits up straight, almost too straight, staring straight ahead. "Rhi?" I say, a little caution in my voice.
She turns her head to look at me. When she looks at me, something is off about her eyes and her smile. Swinging her legs, she lets them dangle for a second before standing up, towering over me. "Guess again," she says. Before I can react, I feel myself and see Sam out of the corner of my eye being thrown against the wall behind us. "You stay right where you are roller-derby." She says to Bobby. As she talks, I notice something familiar about her voice.
"Haniel," I sneer at her.
She turns her head back to me, giving me a twisted smile. "In the flesh," she says. She moves her hand, simultaneously moving me down the wall. She walks over to me, grabbing my neck in her hands. "Oh, how I've waited for this." She says, less than an inch away from my face.
"Keep up this distance between us and you won't be around for long," I say as she bends down, running the tip of her nose along my jaw, trying to be seductive. "My girl's known to get a little jealous."
"'Your girl'?" she says, pulling her head back. "Oh how cute." She says, giving me a sarcastic smile. "We won't have to worry about her interrupting us this time."
"What do you mean?" Sam chokes out from above me.
"I am now, 100% certifiable angel," she says, stepping back, throwing her arms out by her sides. "Rhiannon is no longer part of me…she's my vessel."
"That's not possible," I say. "If she's says no, you're gone…and I don't think she'll keep you around."
"Funny," Haniel says, starting to pace. "That's exactly what she was saying…oh excuse me, what she was screaming when Zachariah had her pinned down and was slitting her throat to put the rest of my grace in her." She stops her pacing, giving me an evil smile. "In any case, she couldn't refuse me cause half of her is me, and, naturally, I wanted me inside of us."
"You bitch," I say, struggling against her hold.
"Oh now Dean," she says, walking back up to me. "Let's save that kind of talk for the bedroom." She gives me what was supposed to be a flirtatious smile before waving a hand towards me and Sam, making us fall to the ground. "Well, boys, it's been a fun year, but I think it's time for me to go." She takes a couple steps backwards, stopping in front of me. "Oh, Dean? If it's any consolation…Rhiannon always knew you'd fail her." She gives me a wink before papers scatter through the room, her disappearing a second later.