WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE
A/N- Hey guys, this the what you can call, sequel/ remake/ whatever of AlxM's Abusing Forgiveness, With just one twist. HIM did not change in the end. SO... Anyways this story is all AlxM's and course supernaturals. And yes all mistakes are mine. THANKS A TON AlxM! Love you LOads! all Yours! and sorry for the delay.
One more thing. Foul language. Rated T.
Enjoy and please review!please beg ya!
A week had passed by. No new from Cass. Bobby was blank. Everything was a mess. Great.
Dean rested his head against the wall as he saw the AU Sam sleeping. It was two in the morning and the eldest Winchester was still awake. Who can sleep when their brother is being tortured?
An unexpected gesture came. A hand grabbed Dean's wrist.
Dean yelped in surprise and looked at who it was.
"What are you doing up so late, Bobby?"Dean asked relieved.
"I should be asking you that."
Dean sighed and turned back. This time his gaze was at the Impala, which stood outside the house, incomplete. But yet filled with memories.
The time Dean put the plastic spoon in Sam's mouth, the time Sam did douchery to the car to play a trick with Dean., the time they sang song together, the time they slept in the car when no motel was in sight.
It was all with Sam.
If only he could return...
Sammy, Dean thought, why do you always get yourself in trouble?
As if Bobby was a kind of psychic, he said, "Takes after you, kid. Always getting himself in trouble. I will do my best to get him back."
Dean sighed and nodded, as Bobby wheeled back to his study.
Then something hit Dean's rusted brain...It was not like Cass to not reply to his praying..especially when he needed the nerdy dude with wings. Something had to be wrong. Whatever it was, Cass wasn't telling Dean. Where was Castiel? Why was he not replying? There had to be something. Where could Cass reply? Cass is an angel, angles are god's crappy postmen, God lives in heaven, but humans changed his address. Church.
If Cass is not replying then well...urgghh...Why do people make people do what he doesn't want to? It was two in the morning. God always has his ears open, right? So let's check it out.
He drove to the church but it was close,
Oops.. looks like a wrong was to be done on holy ground.
Dean picked the wrong and crept in.
Looking at the crucifix, "Listen this is the second time. I want.." Dean cursed himself and managed to get the words out," your help. Please, Cass, where are you?"
Dean well did not expect the answer so fast.
"Dean."
Dean jumped up and turned around.
"Cass?"
"With all due respect, Dean, I would like to know how come you are breaking and entering in a church?"The angel asked.
"Well, you made me. I want to talk-"
"About Sam. Yes i know." Cass interrupted.
"And you still didn't come?"
"Dean, I know that you are disappointed with me for not coming-"
"Disappointed?!That's a motherfucking understatement. It had gone far from being 'disappointed'." Dean made 'disappointed' sound like an alien word.
"Dean, please let me explain." Castiel's mannerisms and sweet talking was real getting on Dean.
"Say what?! That you are an innocent soul being sent to hell for misunderstanding?! Oh please don't you dare give, especially me, that crap. Sam was, hell, he is an innocent human who does not even know how his mother looked. His father never lulled him to sleep, he instead gave a little boy a revolver. And when the boy asked for a normal life, he was sent away with words that might be stinging him still. When he started to get near to a normal life with a wife and two point five kids his girlfriend was taken away bringing him back into hunting, not to forget that he started having visions and then Azazel, Lucifer and Lilith are introduced! And did I mention that all along his every step was was what the angels wanted. And now he is being punished for some stupid angel who just did not like us, what the hell?! Why should he be fighting for Lucifer?! Lucifer's an angel, well, even creator of hell then why doesn't he fight his battles on his own?! Is he that scared?!Why is it that my brother who has lost every inch of happiness and reason to live is still being used?"Dean stopped. His fiery green eyes meeting Castiel's blue calm eyes.
"Dean I know how you are feeling. Please, I can help you." The angel replied.
"No, you don't. But if you want to help me. Get Sam back. Remove his every hurting memory from the place swap." Dean walked out of the gate and drove back to Bobby's.
He noticed the Sun was rising. New days mean new beginnings, new chances and new hopes to live a new life, Dean hoped what his mother had once told him was true. He just hoped if his brother could come back.
He parked the Impala and went inside finding it oddly silent. Usually, Sam would be cooking, making those hissings noises and Bobby would be watching T.V. But no...the house was dead silent.
"Sam?Bobby?" Dean called out, keeping his fingers crossed so he could get a reply from either of the men.
"Sam?!"
Dean proceeded to his room. No one. Everything was still. No movement.
"Hello, Dean." A new voice spoke through the silence.
Dean turned to see who it was. And what a surprise, ain't it? His favorite angel standing right in front of his eyes. Zachriach.
The angel passed a smile, which was more of business like than of a show of kindness.
"What do you want?" Dean demanded.
"Nothing." Zachriach paced around a bit and then stopped to add," Are you not interested in knowing where the old guy and your brother are?"
"Knowing you, flatface, you would have transported them to land unknown."Dean walked over carefully to the door, so he was at least a feet away from the angel and facing him straight.
"Am i that popular?"Zachriach asked.
"No you are just plain stupid."
"I should be incinerating you into million of ashes right now. But, Michael, to my annoy disapproves of it. And i don't think i have any interest in getting on the bad side of him, because that is quite a dangerous task."
"Yeah i can pretty much see that." Dean smirked.
Zachriach looked at him confused but then relaxed and he was back in business."You know why I swapped the places of your brother and that kid staying with you?"
"So it was you!"
"Surprise surprise surprise. Well, back on the question."
"Yeah yeah i know you guys wanna tell me how stupid I am.. Yeah, i have been told that."
"No. Not exactly Dean. Look after this your brother will be afraid of you, which is what Lucifer not of Michael, but if the vessel is not that strong to keep the fight, it will be quite easy for Michael to kill Lucifer. And as you know we want you to say yes to Michael. And if you say yes, he can knock some sense in you and your brother and make the things between you both as they were. The same old. We can make you the same brothers you were before as you quote 'dragged into this game of chess between angels and demons.' You could have the same faith and the same bond you had." The angel explained.
"You said it yourself, Michael will kill Lucifer. That means my brother will die. He wouldn't survive it to have whatever you call 'sense' knocked into him or-or 'make him and me have the same bond and same faith'. And, baldy, get it straight, we still have the same faith and bond. It never changed. And as far saying yes to Michael is concerned, i would have to kill my own brother, oh that's so not happening if that's what you fantasize. If you think the headlines of Heaven's Daily will be "Brother kills his younger brother' or whatever like that. Drop the dream." Dean stopped, catching his breath.
"Well, Michael doesn't think like that. He is following his father's orders."
"Well, then Michael is a total ass! He might now care about his brother! But I do!"
"You care about a brother you has betrayed you?"
"He might have done some things. Bad things. But that doesn't prove he is not my brother! And if you don't know it has never been easy for Sammy! Thanks to you winged up people! You get my brother back and that's my final word." Dean was practically yelling by now. he had pain and anger in his voice. He was about to raise his bloody hand and stamp it on the sigil when a bright light filled the room, bringing an old memory of his family back.
"Daddy! Look at him! he's so tiny!" The four-year-old Dean exclaimed as he saw his little brother smile right back at him with those huge green eyes that had make anyone's heart melt. Dean looked at his Dad, impatiently waiting for a response.
"Yes..yes..He is the cutest..Ain't I right?"
"Yesh, Daddy. You are always right."
After looking at his little brother, Dean turned to his father. "Daddy? can i pleash hold him?"
"Yea...Course..He is your younger brother. You gotta take care of him, huh?"
"And that means making sure he eats, sleeps and drinks milk at the right time has a bath with the right temperature of water and wears clean and hygienic clothes." A new voice rose...The one of their mother.
"Mommy!" Dean rushed to his mother. His mother leaned down to him. "Mom? Can you say again what you just said? I kinda got...got...c..con.." Dean stopped tilting his head trying to get the right word.
"Confused?" Mom said.
"Yesh! Mommy you are always right!" Dean exclaimed happily kissing his mother's cheek, and rushing back to Sammy, with Mary following behind.
"Hey, I thought I was always right!" John exclaimed.
"Yeah keep telling yourself that." Mary joked to her husband and turned back to Dean, "You want to pick him up right? Here." Mary picked up the little Sam and gave him to Dean.
Dean proudly took Sam. A sense of responsibility pumped through his veins. He felt very close to his brother and knew he had to take care of him forever.
Dean snapped out of it when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. Dean expected to be his Sam's hand and not the other Sam's hand. But no such luck. Dean turned to face him. Dean was now well aware Zachariach had gone.
"Dean you okay?" Sam asked, sympathy in his eyes.
"Yes. Yes. I am fine." Dean said faking a smile.
"How had you cut your palm?"
"Oh nothing.. I was trying to cook." Cook? Seriously? Dean said to himself. He dug his hand in his jacket's pocket to find something crumbled inside. He thought it felt like paper. He didn't remember putting anything in there. Confused, Dean went outside to see what it was.
It was a note from Zachriach. Dean smirked as he thought that the angel knew how to write. It read- "Memories are good. I'll be back on Friday. I want your yes"
You are not getting my yes.. till I have Sam back, Dean thought.
He turned to walk in but banged right into a man wearing a trench coat.
"Cass! For the friggin hundredth time. Please stop surprising me like this."
"I am sorry, Dean." Cass apologized. "But Dean i heard your and Zachriach's conversation. Let me remind you he gets what he wants. he is a stubborn angel."
"You eavesdropper. Well, if he is stubborn, then I am ten times that."
Suddenly an idea stuck him. But he stopped it to first think how his mind was working so much today? He shook his head and came back to point.
"Ummm... Cas? You heard my and Zach's conversation right?"
Castiel nodded.
"Well that means you can help me."
"yes. I am always there."
"Okay that was very senti. Anyways, I have no clue how my brain is working that much, i have got a tremendous plan!"
Dean stopped for a minute and then smiled. "Look I always wanted to say this. Agent Cass get on work!"
But when he turned to look if Cass was there he saw no one.
Great.
If Sam was there, and if Dean said that to Sam, Dean would have got the epic eyeroll and i-don't-know-how-you-and-i-share-the-same-DNA look.
Dean smiled at the memory and went back in to bandage his palm.
A/N- sorry guys! I am really sorry! But my net was not working and i couldn't post the chapt. Thanks for everything! Please please review. Please! And sorry again. Hope You enjoyed! Guys I am even working on TWO more new stories so when they are put on please read them( i would tell you).. please.. Thanks!