I guess this is it? The final chapter. Wow. A little show on the update - sorry about that, but it's here now. Final chapter that is. I do have one or two alt. chapters that I planned on posting too - one which is also "Zapped", but totally didn't work out and was the perfect example of my creativity taking a holiday lol.

Anyway focus on this one. A chapter with a mix of serious, humor and bro moments. Hope it works as a final chapter.

Thanks to both Ravanne and supernaturalmydreams (also for this one) for their work as my spellcheckers through the whole thing!

Z - Zapped by Angel

- Alt. version of "99 Problems" and "Point of No Return"

"I swear to God, Cas. Stop it," Dean complained.

"He won't hear you, Dean," Castiel mumbled as he stumbled down the road in front of them. Dean and Sam shared an equally questioning look before following.

"Where are we anyway?" Sam asked the terribly drunk angel as he looked around. He saw ocean in every direction; they were on board a huge boat.

"I'm not going to tell you," Castiel stopped up and looked at Sam.

"Dammit, I am not in mood for this," Dean warned and pointed accusingly at Castiel, but the angel just reached over to them and placed his fingers to their foreheads again. Seconds later they were at some endless beach, Sam fell over in the sand,

"Man, you have to stop that. I think my brain is liquefying," Sam complained, hand planted firmly against his head,

"I'm gonna pass out if you keep doing this," Sam said softly. Dean sighed and knelt down by his brother, patting him on the thigh,

"Yeah and my stomach is starting to rebel," Dean informed and Sam wrinkled his nose,

"You know what that means?"

Castiel just dropped down in the sand too, waving a hand,
"I assume you won't poop for another week?" the angel asked and Sam wrinkled his nose even more. Dean just nodded once and was about to continue complaining when Sam spoke up,

"We don't happen to be somewhere in California do we?" Sam asked. Castiel sighed loudly, got up unsteadily and stumbled over to them. Before they had time to jump away, the angel once again placed his fingers on their foreheads.
When they opened their eyes, they found themselves on top of a skyscraper and Sam sunk to the low wall surrounding the roof of the building. Dean grabbed Sam's arms when he came way too close to falling over the side and pulled him down to the ground.

"I think he's trying to keep you away from your farewell tour, Dean," Sam explained and looked accusingly at his brother.

"Is that so?" Dean looked up at Castiel and the angel just nodded while walking around in a circle.

"Yep. And keep you away from Zachariah," Castiel admitted.

"Ah, continue then," Sam offered and Dean stared at him angrily,

"I don't care if you keep going till I pass out, as long as you keep him away from Michael."
Dean glared at him now, but Sam ignored him.

"Thank you," Castiel whispered loudly.

"Well maybe should take us away again then, because I know we're in New York," Dean said grumpily and stood up. Castiel shrugged and walked to Dean, but then Dean jumped away and Castiel groaned loudly and followed. Dean dodged Castiel a few times and it actually brought a tiny smile on the eldest Winchester's face despite trying to keep it off. A second's distraction was enough for the drunk angel to throw himself at him and suddenly they were gone.

"They left me!" Sam stood up, swaying a bit before walking around the roof until he heard wings behind him. He turned around and Castiel put his fingers to his forehead and everything turned black.

"What did you do?" Dean came running up the hill he had just climbed down from - trying to escape while Castiel was away, when he saw his brother collapse in the angel's arms. He was a little surprised when the drunk angel managed to be careful with the seemingly weightless load.

"I guess he wasn't kidding when he said he'd pass out soon," Castiel croaked and put Sam down on the ground as Dean reached them. Sam woke up pretty quickly, only to lean over and puke on Castiel's shoes. Dean felt his stomach rebel even more now, but snickered and looked up at the angel,

"Maybe you could zap us to a toilet?" he suggested. Castiel tilted his head and studied his bile coated shoes.

"I could use a rest," Castiel realized, but didn't make any effort to move.

"Maybe... maybe you can take us to Bobby," Sam said before he threw up once more - this time Dean had to look away. Castiel put his fingers on their forehead's once Sam was done throwing up, and in a matter of seconds, they all crashed onto Bobby's sofa; Sam was unconscious again.

"What the hell!" Bobby rolled his wheelchair around his desk to the drunk angel, Dean was rubbing his stomach, and Sam was lying as long as he was across them.

"Take care of, Sam! Need. Toilet. Now!" Dean moved Sam's legs off him and bolted for the bathroom, but Castiel made no effort to move, just grinned sadly at Bobby.

"Hi. I think they're jet-lagged," he explained. Bobby rolled over to Sam and rested a hand on the kid's forehead before ushering the angel away so Sam could have the couch for himself.

"Are you drunk?" Bobby eyed the swaying angel.

"A little," Castiel leaned forward to whisper and sat down in a chair. Sam coughed once and Bobby quickly rolled into the kitchen to get water for Sam and a towel to clean up the youngest Winchester. Sam sat up a bit, leaning on one elbow as he drank the water before drying off his face with the towel. Suddenly Castiel vanished from the chair, only to pop back a second later with Dean beside him.

"You should keep an eye on him," Castiel squinted at Dean with angry eyes before sitting down again.

"I wasn't running away, man! How could I? My stomach is stone," Dean complained and plopped down in another chair. He turned and met Sam's eyes,

"You okay there, princess?"

"Bite me," Sam muttered annoyed.

"Where have you been?" Bobby looked from Sam to Dean to Castiel, nobody answered.

"Well?" the old hunter urged and Castiel sighed loudly and ran a hand through his hair.

"I've been trying to keep Dean busy," the angel admitted.

"Yeah. We've been to California, New York, a mountain in Denver, a forest in no-mans land and on some ship on the ocean," Dean put on a fake smile and looked at Sam. His little brother was lying on the sofa, hand over his closed eyes, obviously feeling like crap.

"And I'm pretty sure we were in the Sahara," Sam mumbled annoyed.

"Oh yeah," Castiel snickered,

"It was real hot there."
Then the long awaited awkward silence came.

"How's your tummy?" Sam suddenly asked and opened one eye to look at Dean. Nobody said anything before Dean broke out laughing.

"Like I've been zapped around by a drunk angel," Dean shrugged. Bobby silently rolled out of the of the room followed by Castiel, very slowly.

"I can't believe you just took off like that," Sam mumbled and sat up.

"Well then you know how I feel," Dean threw back and Sam had to bite his bottom lip from shouting at him.

"This is not a joke, Dean. You can't just give up like that! Apparently I'm not the only one who should learn from my mistakes," Sam accused and Dean just scoffed.

"Sam you're my brother and I love you and all that, but..." Dean licked his lip, but didn't continue.

"But what?" Sam asked.

"Nothing. It's just that it's the Apocalypse, man. It's been going on for too long," Dean argued back.

"That's bullshit, Dean. You're just doing what they want you to do if you say yes," Sam accused back and Dean got up from the chair.

"You know what? We've been through this already. I'm not changing my mind," the eldest Winchester said and left the room.

"I'm sorry, man," Dean said and looked over at his little brother in the seat beside him.

"You've already said that. It's okay," Sam assured. They had escaped the beautiful room, one brother and two angels less and Dean had decided in the last second to believe in his brother again.

"Yeah, I know, but-" Dean bit his bottom lip when Sam cut him off with a hand.

"Stop saying that. After everything I've done, you have nothing to be sorry about," Sam assured and Dean just scoffed.

"You're such a girl," Dean ran a hand over his eyes. He was so freaking tired and they had already been driving for two hours.

"Ha-ha," Sam said sarcastically, but a tiny smile was still playing on his lips. Right now he was just as tired as his brother, but he couldn't stop smiling. He was so proud of his big brother right now. It took quite a lot of effort to not break out laughing with joy.

"You know what? I'm sick of driving. What do you say to a beer?" Dean nodded up ahead to a bar in the town they were driving through.

"Do you think that's such a good idea?" Sam was all for stopping, but drinking?

"Yeah I think it's the best idea I've had in a while," Dean snickered and steered the car into the parking lot,

"We gotta celebrate."

"Uh. Sure, but the apocalypse is still going on you know," Sam looked at Dean again once the car stopped, but they did not start to get out.

"I know, smartass. But we should celebrate the death of the biggest angel dick ever," Dean said with a sly grin,

"And I'm not one to celebrate death."

"Meh," Sam grimaced.

"Meh?" Dean frowned.

"I'd rather celebrate my big brother," Sam suggested and Dean actually looked a little surprised.

"Aw, you're so cute," Dean laughed and pinched one of Sam's cheeks,

"I'm up for that."

"I don't think I ever told you this, but remember that geek that switched bodies with you?" Dean snickered and took a long sip from his beer.

"It's kind of hard to forget about it when you keep reminding me!," Sam complained a little, but couldn't keep pouting for long. He still had that silly smile on his face.

"Yeah well, that night we - before I knew Gary was you - we sat in a bar and ate," Dean said, snorting a little and Sam tilted his head, not seeing what was so funny about it.

"Wow, food at a bar. Congratulations," Sam laughed when Dean tossed a french fry at him.

"The point is that it had been such a long time since we had eaten together in a bar and had a good time. Of course it turned out not to be you anyway," Dean said and Sam finally understood what he meant.

"We are now," Sam grinned stupidly and forked his salad.

"At least you understood where I was going with it," Dean rolled his eyes and lifted his burger for a bite. They ate in silence for a moment and Dean couldn't help but get all warm inside when he noticed the smile on Sam's face that just wouldn't go away. He knew his brother inside out and there was no doubt that this was a proud smile. Dean hadn't thought he'd ever see that again.

"Now you just have to learn to eat healthier," Sam added with a wink.

"Or you could just eat real food," Dean replied quickly. They spent the rest of the evening together before getting a motel room with the money they had won hustling pool.

"This was so cool," Sam giggled, arm draped over Dean's while Dean's arm was draped over his big brother's shoulders.

"We should drink all the time," Dean suggested, hiccupping drunkenly.

"Na-ah! That's not healthy," Sam reminded him as they tried to find the correct room and walk in a straight line as well.

"Screw healthy. It isn't healthy dying over and over again either," Dean reminded his brother, then his face lit up when he saw the right room number on a door.

"True," Sam snickered when Dean couldn't get the key into the keyhole.

"Come on, lemme," Sam grabbed for the key, but Dean wrestled it away before trying again. He finally got the door opened.

"Now I need a good sleep," Dean muttered. They both collapsed onto their own beds, too tired to get undressed.