AN: I wasn't going to put an author's note at the beginning of this one, but then something happened... I've written and completed a second Supernatural fic. I'm waiting to publish it until I have completely finished posting this one. I went in a completely different direction with the next one from this. It doesn't follow the show so closely like this one did. It's also a CassxOC fic, which I never thought I'd do since I'm so hardcore on Team Dean. Anyway, I won't keep you guys from this story any longer. Enjoy, and see you next Monday!
"Yeah, no, this is good," Dean said sarcastically. "Really. You know, eight months of turned pages and screwed pooches but tonight, tonight is when the magic happens.
We were at Bobby's house. Cass had brought Dean and Sam here and we were trying to find an alternative plan that wasn't letting Dean say yes to Michael. Bobby sat in his wheelchair behind the desk, Sam and I across from him. Cass was leaning against the doorframe and Dean had just leaned back against the wall.
"You ain't helping," Bobby told Dean.
"Yeah, well, why don't you let me get out of your hair, then?"
"What the Hell happened to you?" Bobby asked, angry.
"Reality happened," Dean said. "Nuclear's the only option we have left. Michael can ice the devil, save a boatload of people."
"But not all of them," Bobby countered. "We gotta think of something else."
Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say. 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."
"You're not my father. And you ain't in my shoes."
Silence fell on the room for a moment as everyone stared at Dean, shocked at his words. Bobby opened a drawer and set a gun on the desk and then took a bullet out of his pocket and studied it.
"What's that?" Dean inquired.
"That's the round I intend to put through my skull," Bobby responded, setting the bullet on the desk. "Every morning, I look at it. I think, 'Maybe today is the day I flip the lights out.' But I don't do it. I never do it. You know why?"
He glared over at Dean, shouting, "Because I promised you! I wouldn't give up!"
Cass grabbed his head then, doubling over in pain.
"Cass, you okay?" Sam asked him.
"No," Cass said.
"What's wrong?"
"Something's happening."
"Where?" Dean asked, but Cass was gone.
A wind blew papers around the room.
XxX
Sam had moved into the kitchen, he and Bobby continuing to look through books. I couldn't take my eyes off Dean, sitting in a chair to the side of Bobby's study. I barely recognized the man who had raised me the past few years. He looked up, meeting my gaze.
"What?"
I bit my lip, dropping my eyes. A moment later, a shadow fell over me and I looked up to see Dean towering over me.
"Watch it, boy," Bobby warned, looking up from the book he was reading.
Dean ignored him, glaring down at me.
"There something you want to say to me?"
I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat, feeling myself start to break down as I stared up at my adoptive brother/father figure.
"Leave her alone, Dean."
"Why? She's the one who was staring at me," he finally acknowledged Bobby. "I just wanted to know what she had to say. Not that it matters. She's just some orphan who was stupid enough to go willingly with some stranger who was only there to get rid of a ghost."
"Angie, go upstairs," Bobby instructed, not taking his gaze off of Dean.
I stood up, heading through the kitchen past Sammy and up the stairs to my makeshift room I stayed in the last time I ended up with Bobby. I hadn't been in it since Cass had brought Dean back from Hell. Once inside, I allowed myself to break down fully.
XxX
"Hey," Sammy greeted, entering the room.
"Hey..."
"How you doing?"
I shrugged, hugging my knees closer to my chest, my back against the bed.
"He doesn't mean it. Any of it. He's just trying to get us to push him away so he can..."
"I- I know... But that doesn't change the fact that the words still hurt."
"Yeah, I know," Sam sighed.
"Sammy?"
"Hm?"
"W-what if he does say yes? What would we do?"
He just shook his head, rubbing one hand down the side of his face.
"Want to come down? We shut him in the panic room for the time being..."
I nodded, following him out of the room and downstairs.
Xxx
Inside the Green Room, Adam and Sam both lay on the floor, coughing up blood. I was in the corner by the door as Zachariah and Dean talked.
"You know there's no other choice," Zachariah said. "There's never been a choice."
"Stop it. Stop it right now!" Dean yelled.
"In exchange for what?"
"Damn it, Zachariah. Stop it, please. I'll do it."
"I'm sorry," Zachariah took a step closer to Dean. "What was that?"
"Okay, yes. The answer is yes," Dean told him, voice tired and defeated.
"Dean!" Sam and I said in unison.
"Do you hear me?" Dean continued, ignoring us. "Call Michael down, you bastard!"
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"Do I look like I'm lying?''
Zachariah turned his back to Dean, glancing briefly at me before beginning an incantation.
"Zodiredo... noco... aberamage... nazodpesade... He's coming."
I saw Sam give Dean a questioning look, and Dean winked at him while Zachariah's back was still turned.
"Of course, I have a few conditions."
"What?" Zachariah asked, turning at Dean's words.
"The few people who's safety you have to guarantee before I say yes."
"Sure, fine. Make a list," Zachariah told him.
I tuned out the next part of the conversation, as the bright light and ear-piecing noise indicating Michael was on his way continued to grow. I looked up at the ceiling, beginning to make out a voice within the sound as it became louder and louder.
"Angie, we've gotta go!"
I looked over to see Dean supporting Sam as they made their way to the door. Zachariah's vessel lay dead in the corner, wings burnt onto the wall and floor where he fell. Adam was standing behind his half brothers, struggling to follow. Sam and Dean were out first, me close behind them. The door slammed shut, leaving Adam locked inside.
"No! Dean! Help! It won't open!" he shouted, hitting the door.
Dean dropped Sam on the ground, leaving me beside him as he went to the door. When he touched the knob, he jumped back, hissing as he was burned.
"Dean, help! Dean!"
"Hold on! We'll get you out. Just hold on. Adam! Can you hear me?"
The light faded a moment later, and Dean touched the knob before opening the door.
"Adam?" he called.
The Green Room had disappeared, no sign of it's existence or Adam in sight.
"Dean?! I found her! She's over here!"
I opened my eyes at the sound of Sam's voice. He was standing over me, a flashlight in his hand. I sat up, groaning slightly. A beer bottle slid out of my hand, falling beside about ten others.
"Angie?" Dean's voice called.
He appeared at Sam's shoulder, looking down at me.
"Oh," he breathed, taking in the sight of the bottles. "Oh, Angie..."