Just like the rest of us when we learnt that dad had died. Adam didn't cry, he just got that same look in his eyes that Sam did. It was painful to see them both act so alike. Over the course of the next few weeks, things were quiet-except for Gabriel crashing into stuff everytime he came to check on us. There weren't any attacks or anything weird, that gave me time to actually think over everything that happened, I secretly hoped that Sam would go through his grieving process so that I could go through mine without having to worry about him. Is it bad that I was waiting for him to crack? I thought about the argument my parents had that night.
'How do you expect them to protect themselves, John? By ignoring reality and running away? You were selfish for doing what you did. You should've left me.'
What did she mean by that? I spent whole nights racking my brains trying to figure out what dad had done to endanger us, what was selfish of him? Why was Crowley in a box? What did he mean by 'thank you for releasing the king of hell.'? Why did those things attack soon as he left..? I didn't have any of the answers but I had a nagging feeling that it was my fault, did my curiosity cause a chain reaction? Deep in my thoughts, I didn't notice Adam had sat down next to me.
"You're not the only one who thinks this is all bullshit you know."
"Who said I thought any of this was bullshit?" I asked. In all honesty I didn't even know what was even real anymore. My best friend is an angel, my other only friend is also an angel and my baby brother was on the road to becoming a sociopath.
Adam raised an eyebrow. "Fine, you got me." I said. "I think everything's gone to shit and I can't do anything about it. I hate not being in control of what my life revolves around, dammit Adam why do you insist on having these conversations?"
Adam laughed as I realized he hadn't actually said anything, I kind of just spilled everything out without knowing it, he had a kind of soft charisma that tugs at you. Definitely not a Winchester trait.
"I bet that felt so bad." Adam chuckled.
"Yeah...Apparently it's supposed to make you feel better." I said in a mock matter-of-factly tone. "Bullshit." He said through another chuckle. He opened a couple of beer cans and passed one to me. Ironic really. My first beer was shared with my older brother in front of the fireplace with rain tapping on the window talking about life, just another thing out of a movie. We sat there in silence opening beer can after beer can-I guess we had genetic immunity to alcohol or something.
"Are you scared, Dean?" He asked, breaking the silence.
"Funny enough, no." I replied. I wasn't afraid at the time, it was like everything had prepared me to deal with what had happened up to that point. Adam turned to look at me.
"I wasn't either."
"But...Now?" I asked cautiously.
"I'm petrified." His expression was stony and hard, it was difficult to look at. "My mum was all I had, she died five years ago. Dad didn't even know."
"I'm sorry, man."
Adam patted my shoulder and got up. "I'm gonna get some shut eye, you should too."
I went to check on Sam and Cas, they found a telescope and had been camping out in the attic for a few days, Cas was trying so hard for him, he taught him about planets and constellations. I really appreciated it.
I decided to go for a walk, I mean, what's the worst that can happen? It was a nice night, the sky was clear and you could actually see the stars. The last time I was out this late was on Halloween, I was supposed to take Sammy trick-or-treating but I took him to a field like this one and we set off fireworks instead. I got in trouble for bringing him home late, but the smile on Sammy's face was worth it. I walked until the house was just a dot in the distance, I layed down on the soft grass and just as I was about to fall asleep, someone spoke.
"We have a problem." Said a husky voice. I jumped up and looked in the direction of the voice.
"Are you an ang-"
He cut me off. "Yes hello I'm an angel, the name's Raphael and you've made a huge mess of things, Dean Winchester."
"What? How do you know my na-"
Raphael cut me off again. "I am an archangel, it's my job to keep updated. While I'd love to stay and chat with the idiot who released the king of hell, I have matters regarding your recklessness to deal with, unfortunately we require your assistance so I'm not allowed to kill you yet." He sighed.
I was instantly on my guard. "Why would you want to kill me?"
"That's a tale for another time, until then you are going to help imprisoning the king of hell again."
"Who says I am going to help you?" I asked defensively.
"I do. You effectively killed off your own father, maybe his spawn possesses the same hunting skills he did."
At this point I was ready to punch the fucker. "I didn't kill my dad, those demons did." I said clenching my fists.
"Oh silly you." He chuckled. "Of course you wouldn't know about the deal he made. The only reason he was alive up until his death was because Crowley was imprisoned, then you done what you did and well, John isn't exactly living it up in heaven."
"What do you mean by 'he's not exactly living it up in heaven'?" I asked twitching with rage.
Raphael leaned in, close to my face. "Because he's not there." He whispered with a shit eating grin. How was it possible to have angels like Cas and Gabe, yet still have douches like Raphael. I was starting to dislike him more than I did the demons.
I sprinted back to the house, but tiptoed through the door. I figured the best thing to do was wake up Cas and tell him what happened, I told him what Raphael had said. He didn't look surprised.
"Cas..?" I asked tentatively. "Did you already know?"
Cas developed a sudden interest in his shoes. "I did. I knew about your father's deal with the demon." His voice became small and he looked like he was going to cry again. "But I'm not sorry for not telling you." He pouted. "We didn't want you to know until we figured out the whole story...I am sorry it happened, Dean." He looked up with tears in his eyes. I was still taken aback at his sudden sassiness, I raised an eyebrow.
"Who's we?"
"Just me and Gabriel." He beamed. "We've been on this case by ourselves!" He remarked proudly, but then his expression darkened. "Raphael isn't a nice angel, working with him won't be easy, he'll probably want to get rid of your when we're done."
"Something tells me we won't be working with him." I said.
Cas looked at me. "We'll be working for him."
