Author's Note: I'm so sorry to inconvenienced you readers again. I change the timeline back to what I first had it. I've been so confused. But this timeline is so much easier to work with. Don't get me wrong, I'm still confused, probably worse so than any of you. Just in case you don't want to go back and read up the dates to try to figure out where we are, it's basically early April 2009. Thanks for understanding. And if you don't understand you are welcome to come live my life for me. Immediately you would wonder when the hell there's even time for this story to be written.

Fun Fact For All Cass Fans: Apparently there is a mythology to Castiel which his tickle me pink. I never knew these facts when I first began to write this story, but marvel with me as I enlighten you.

Castiel is the angel of Thursdays, new changes, and travel. He is the angel of anyone born on Thursday, and will help anyone born on this day or anyone who asks for help on this day. The angel can help us if there are changes in our life which may involve a lot of traveling. Below are things that represent the angel Castiel or are in connection to him.

Color: Pastel Green

Season: Autumn

Month: November

Day: Thursday

Gemstone: Topaz

Symbol: Anchor

Tarot: Temperance

Keywords: Beginnings, Passion, Understanding

Now the facts about Eve (Which I had down if not in the story, in my personal notes about Eve): She was born November 3rd, 1983, which is Castiel's supposed month, but that date fall on a Thursday, Cass's day too. Eve's eyes are green, by the way. Is that fate or what?

Hope you enjoyed this. Please continue that enjoyment into the chapter.


Ch. 49- Counting Down The Clock

Suddenly in the heavenly garden someone appeared before Eve.

"Eve?" she called excitedly. She ran to hug her. When she let got to look at Eve's face she could see that Eve looked stunned.

"Pamela?" exclaimed Eve after the shock wore off enough for her to form words. "What…? How did you…? You're dead, aren't you?" It had sunk in for Eve.

"No, I'm not…!" Pamela went over everything in her head. "Oh, my God! I'm dead!"

"How did you die?" asked Eve feeling that there had been some foul play. Pamela looked away remaining quiet for a moment, then looked to Eve sadly.

"It was Bobby." she replied. Eve touched her cheek.

"No, it couldn't have been." said Eve calmly.

"But it was!" snapped Pamela starting to get angry at the thought of it. "He pushed me down the stairs!"

"It wasn't really him that pushed you, Pamela." came the voice of Joshua for behind her. She jumped and whirled around.

"Who the hell are you?" she yelled.

"I am the angel, Joshua." he responded.

"So you're one of them?" she yelled on. "You bastard! What the hell is going on?"

"Pamela, calm down." called Eve only loudly enough to be heard.

"What?" snapped Pamela, who now turned back to Eve. But Eve went passed her and steered Joshua away so that they could speak privately. Pamela stayed not knowing what to expect.

"What is going to be done about this?" Eve asked him softly.

"Nothing." he replied. "I can't just bring her back to life. It would raise suspicion." Eve didn't like that answer, but understood and just nodded in agreement after a little while.

"But what about Marcus?" she asked. "He is the one that caused Bobby to push Pamela down the stairs. Can't you get him out of the way?"

"Zachariah will just put someone else in his place."

"Please!" begged Eve softly. "There must be something you can do." Joshua sighed.

"I'll have Serena and a few other cherubim put the house under protection." he replied. "But that's all I can do. Outside of the house, I can do nothing."

"Thank you." said Eve. "Now what about Pamela? Where does she go?"

Zachariah looked outraged at Marcus. Cass stood back fearfully.

"What do you mean you can't get to them anymore?" he bellowed.

"I don't know what's happened." said Marcus shaking. "I just can't get in that house anymore." Zachariah gritted his teeth and growled as he walked away. "Maybe we took it too far killing that woman." Immediately he turned back around and rushed at Marcus. Before either Marcus or Cass knew it Zachariah has stabbed Marcus. He fell to the floor as the light exploded from him.

"Come on." said Zachariah almost cheerfully to Cass as he whipped his blade clean with a handkerchief. "We've got lots of work to do." Cass stared at Marcus regretfully for a moment longer, but reluctantly followed Zachariah's order.

"Dean?" asked Bobby as Dean stared off through the window at Bobby's house. "Dean? You listening to a word I said?"

"Yeah, I heard you." Dean replied distantly. "I'm not calling him."

"Don't make me get my gun, boy."

"We are damn near kickoff for Armageddon." snapped Dean turning to him. "Don't you think we've got bigger fish at the moment?"

"I know you're pissed and I'm not making apologies for what he's done," he started, "but he's your-"

"Blood?" Dean interrupted. "He's my blood? Is that what you're gonna say?"

"He's your brother." said Bobby calmly. "And he's drowning."

"Bobby, I tried to help him." Dean replied. "I did. Look what happened."

"So try again." Bobby pushed. Dean sighed and began to walk across the living room.

"No, it's too late." said Dean.

"There's no such thing!" Bobby replied.

"No, damn it!" snapped Dean turning around to face Bobby again. "We gotta face the facts! Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life growing up. Ran away to Stanford first chance he got. Now it's like de`ja` vu all over again. Well I am sick and tired of chasing him around. So screw him." said Dean sitting down. "He can do what he wants."

"You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do, Bobby." Dean replied. "Sam's gone. He's gone. I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore." said Dean staring off. "If he ever was." he added after moment. Bobby jumped up from his seat on the desk and sighed heavily as he turned away. All of a sudden Bobby pushed everything off the desk in a fit of anger causing Dean to look at him and focus on him.

"You stupid, stupid son of a bitch!" he yelled as he came closer to Dean, who jumped up quick from his seat bewildered. "Well, boohoo, I'm so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess. Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good? Bake you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family!" Dean began to get frustrated with Bobby's patronizing remarks.

"I told him, 'you walk out that door, don't come back'." Dean said defensively. "And he walked out anyway. That was his choice."

"You sound like whiny brat." Bobby replied. Dean walked passed Bobby not knowing what was more frustrating; being treated this way or having the feeling that Bobby was right. "No. You sound like your dad." said Bobby after a moment. "Well, let me tell you something. Your dad was a coward." Dean frozen and slowly turned around to face him deeply offended.

"My dad was a lot of things, but a coward?" said Dean trying to keep his cool.

"He'd rather push Sam away than reach out to him. Well that don't strike me as brave." There was a moment of silence between them. "You are a better man than your daddy ever was." Dean scoffed in disbelief. "So do us both a favor. Don't be him." Dean knew what he meant. He remembered how distant his father was from both him and Sam. He turned away as the years of pain and guilt and loneliness began to resurface making it even harder to face Bobby. With the hurt scrolled on his face he turned back to say something to Bobby, but found he wasn't there. Dean looked around in shock as he found himself in an elegant, white room. The trimmings and picture frames and table and sofa legs were gold. Angel paints and statues tastefully littered the room. Dean observed this place in awe, gently brushing against a white marble table. Behind him appeared Cass.

"Hello, Dean." he managed to say. "It's almost time." Dean stared at Cass. He'd changed. This wasn't the same angel Dean had met six months ago, and it wasn't even that same Cass that cam to him just days ago. This Cass seemed to be standing before Dean out of sheer terror.

"Cass?" said Dean, but he disappear before Dean could say anymore.

Dean paced around the room noticing every detail. It had been a while sense he'd arrived here. Maybe a few hours and he was starting to get really bored. When he turned back around from checking out a pictured he noticed that beer and burgers had suddenly appeared on the table. He walked over cautiously and slowly picked up an ice cold beer. As he read the label, a familiar voice spoke up.

"Hello, Dean." came the cheerful voice of Zachariah. Dean jumped, quickly noticing him and Cass. "You're looking fit." He scoffed putting down the beer.

"Well, how about this." said Dean sarcastically. "The Suite Life of Zach and Cass." Both Zachariah and Cass looked confused by the comment. "It's a-" Dean thought about it. "Never mind." he said to avoid having to explain it to them. "So, what is this? Where the hell am I?" he asked.

"Call it a green room." said Zachariah coming closer. "We're closing in on the grand finale here." He gently knocked on the table. "Wanna keep you safe before show time. Try a burger." he said as he picked one up. "They're your favorite." He held it in front of Dean. "From that sea-side shack in Delaware. You were 11, I think."

"I'm not hungry." said Dean bluntly.

"No?" Zachariah responded. "How about Ginger from season two of Gilligan's Island? You do have a thing for her, don't you?" Dean could not believe his ears, but he had to admit that Zachariah was right.

"Tempting." he said after a moment. "Weird."

"We'll throw in Mary Ann for free."

"No, no, it's…" Dean's thoughts went right to Eve. If there was anyone he wanted right now it was her. That thought was read immediately by Zachariah and Cass. Zachariah wanted to laugh and tell Dean that she was dead. Cass just wanted to disappear before he'd have to hear Zachariah gloat again about Eve's death. "Bail on the Holodeck, okay?" said Dean getting down to business. "I wanna know what the game plan is."

"Let us worry about that. We want you focused, relaxed."

"Well, I'm about to be pissed and leaving, so start talking, chuckles." Dean replied being snippy. Zachariah looked down and sighed. Then ha walked passed Dean.

"All the seals have fallen… except one." Dean whirled around to look at Zachariah in shock.

"That's an impressive score." snapped Dean. "That's right up there with the Washington Generals."

"You think sarcasm's appropriate, do you?" Zachariah snapped back. "Considering…" he turned to face Dean, "you started all this." Dean shut up quick. "But the final seal…" he walked by Dean again, this time patting him on the shoulder, "it'll be different."

"Why?" asked Dean turning to face Zachariah again.

"Lilith has to break it." he replied standing in front of Cass again. "She's the only on who can. Tomorrow night. Midnight."

"Where?" asked Dean.

"We're working on that."

"Well, work harder." snapped Dean.

"Yeah, and what is that, exactly?" Dean asked frustrated. "If I'm supposed to be the on that stops her, how? With the knife?"

"All in good time."

"Isn't now a good time?"

"Have faith."

"What, in you? Give me one good reason why I should." Zachariah stepped closer.

"Because you swore your obedience. So obey." As Zachariah stood just before him, Dean glanced to Cass, who hung his head at the look. Dean tightened his jaw.

"Fine!" he snapped after a long silence. "Just go away then!" He turned around and walked away. When he looked back they were gone. Dean dug his hands into his pockets. Suddenly he pulled them out, but in one of them was his cell phone. He paced and played with it in his hands for a long while, before finally stopping and looking at it.

"Ah, screw it." he said flipping it open and calling Sam. The line rang once, but then it went to voice mail.