Chapter 2: To Canada

Sam Winchester thought, on a whole, things were going pretty well, sure he'd dropped out of law school, all his girlfriends died, his parents died, he was screwing a demon, addicted to demon blood, and Dean was dead. But on the plus side, Dean was back from the dead and Hell and apparently Angels existed and, by extension, so did God. Admittedly, things weren't perfect and he hadn't met said angels, yet! But he was more hopeful than he'd been in months. And then, he actually met the angels.

It had been six weeks since Dean had returned and Sam still hadn't met the angel who had saved his brother, so he was, needless to say, surprised when he and Dean returned from the school and there were not one but two angels in their room. Sam was less than pleased that his first meeting with the angel who had brought Dean back was pointing a gun at his head. But even with that, he was almost as put off by the chilly reaction from the angels as he was but the overwhelming feeling that there was something off about the angels which made it hard for him to look at them. And while he knew that he should be focusing solely on the issue of Samhain, he couldn't get the angels out of his head and the unsettling feeling that he shouldn't be anywhere near them. So, when Uriel confronted him in their hotel room, Sam discovered two things, one, that Dean was right and Angels were dicks and two, that something in Sam was stating that he shouldn't be anywhere near them. Sam sighed because he also knew that Dean was tied up heavily with the Angels, especially that one, Castiel. He couldn't stay and for some reason, Canada was resonating for him as the place to be.

Dean was puzzled, one minute, Castiel was talking to him about doubt, decisions, and the end of days and the next, Castiel was mum as Sam walked up.

"Dean, I need to talk to you." Sam said, stepping up to their benches. Castiel stood and spoke.

"I will leave and speak to you later, Dean."

"No, stay Castiel, this involves you, too." Sam interjected. Dean was puzzled, looking at his brother.

"Sammie, what's going on?" Dean asked, trying to figure out what had clearly perturbed his brother. Sam sighed but forced himself to look at his brother.

"Dean, I have to leave." Sam said, deciding to get it all out at once.

"What?" Dean exclaimed, standing up to approach his brother.

"Dean, listen, I don't know what it is but something is making it really hard for me to be around these angels and I can't stay." Sam said, staring intently at his brother with big eyes, oozing sincerity.

"Okay, Sammie, where are we going?" Dean said, trusting his brother. Surprisingly enough, in that moment, Sam and Castiel had the same reaction which was an immediate denial.

"No, Dean!" Sam said just as Castiel said, "Dean, it is necessary that you remain." Dean looked from one to the other, starting to feel completely fed up with this situation.

"Well, why the hell not? You're my brother and I'm going with you." Dean said, feeling that had rather settled the issue. Sam sighed.

"Dean, it's obvious that you're important to the prevention of the Devil's ascension but as Uriel made clear to me, I'm not needed and only alive because I'm useful."

"What!" Dean said, quickly processing what Sam had said before turning to Castiel who looked like he was struggling between being stoic and remorseful.

"Dean, I've accepted it and I know where I can go." Sam said placatingly.

"And where exactly is that!" Dean exclaimed, growing more and more upset with the situation by the minute and absolutely hating the feelings it was stirring.

"Canada." Sam stated, matter-of-factly. Dean stared at him.

"Canada…, really Sammie, just all of Canada?" Dean shouted. Sam winced and replied.

"I just know that if I can get to Canada, I'll be alright. I'm sorry, Dean, But I have to go." Sam stepped back and slowly a simmer started to grow around him.

"Sam," Dean said, stepping forward as the shimmer engulfed Sam. He watched in shock as the glow faded briefly to reveal that Sam where had been there was now a large moose. His shock and confusion grew as the shimmer grew and faded which now showed that the moose was now a large snowy white unicorn.

"Sam…" Dean repeated and the unicorn slowly turned to look at him, nodded its head and vanished. Dean was left staring at the stop where his brother had been. Castiel, who had been watching this quietly, now stepped up behind Dean.

"Has your brother always been a unicorn?" Castiel asked, staring at the spot where Sam had been. Dean blinked, still staring uncomprehendingly at the spot where Sam had disappeared. After a moment, Dean managed to say, "I have no idea."

And they were left standing, looking at a spot where a man/moose/unicorn had vanished, each left to wonder what this meant for the past and what it would mean for the future.

Meanwhile, far away, in Canada, one lone moose found himself a herd of others who were just like him.

So many questions were left unanswered, were all angels asexuals, would Sam be happy with the other moosicorns, would Dean see his brother again, would the Devil be stopped, would angels ever stop being dicks? These questions may never be answered because this…is now…

The End.