I don't know...I have nothing to say haha hope you enjoy the latest installment!

Adriella's POV

I'm not prepared for any of this. Thousands of years in existence and I'm still not ready to be thrown into the fray of the hurricane that is the Winchester brothers- the two humans that my own brothers and sisters have spoken of and argued over for years, even before their existence on this Earth. But despite my panic, despite my uncertainty, I listen to the instructions they give, gathering all the weapons I can find, scattered around what they refer to as their "bunker". Dropping my last load off on the table, I turn my attention to the box Dean now holds in his hands, noticing the way Sam' s face falls when he sees the contents. Curious, I take the three steps necessary to peek over his shoulder, my breath catching when I see the explosives.

"Are you sure that is wise?" I implore, frowning at the elder Winchester. He frowns back, pulling the box away from me, expression harsh and untrusting.

"Look, we've been at this for a long time, okay? And if there really is a demon army headed our way, then this is the only option I can see," he says.

"Well that's because you're a narrow-minded, short-sighted self-sacrificial scrap of meat, isn't it, Dean?" Crowley interjects from his place by the wall.

"Oh and you've got a better idea?" Dean snaps. I watch as Crowley walks towards the table, a knowing smirk pulling at his lips.

"I told you I had to make a call didn't I?" the demon remarks. Dean squints back at Crowley in confusion, and he rolls his eyes. "What, you think the King of Hell doesn't have any connections? Just because you two tossed me into your basement for some Q and A for the past however many months doesn't mean I've lost my following. My army can be here shortly, if you'd be so kind as to provide me with the necessities?"

"How about hell no?" Sam retorts, turning back to face his brother. "Dean, I'm gonna throw what we have so far in the car. Keep gathering supplies, I'll be right back." He turns his attention to me next. "Adriella, can you try to talk some sense into my idiot brother while I'm gone? And maybe put the King of Hell back where he belongs? And someone wake up the frickin prophet please!"

I nod, but my path to Crowley is blocked by Dean. He shakes his head at me menacingly, then twists to grab onto his retreating brother's sleeve once more.

"Wait Sam. Seriously, hold on a second," he says. "Maybe this isn't the worst idea? I mean, demons taking out demons is kind of a dream come true for us, isn't it? I say we got nothing to lose. Let Crowley make the call."

Raw tension seeps out from both brothers then; Dean waiting to see how his brother will react, Sam trying his best not to lash out. I see the muscles in his jaw tighten, biting back on whatever it is he wants to say. Instead of the explosion I'm expecting however, I watch, fascinated, as the Winchesters simply continue to stare at each other, a battle only they can hear raging across the space between them.

"It makes sense Sammy." Dean breaks the silence with his softest tone. I am shocked at the contrast between those four words and everything else I've seen or heard him do since I've arrived. What a complicated species.

"Dean..." Sam starts, taking a deep breath. "Dean you're bringing in too many elements we can't control. Who's to say Crowley and Abaddon don't decide to work together? They could bring it all down on us. I don't want to lose you or Cas or Kevin or anyone. The only way we all live is if we get the hell out. Right now."

"Live for what Sam?" Dean asks. He finally drops his hand from Sam's sleeve, but his gaze holds his brother's. "This is what we do, man. This is our job. And I'm tired of running. I'm tired of living out of duffel bags and motel rooms and crappy fast food. I mean look around you," he says, gesturing around the bunker. "Look at what we've found. Look at what we've built. I'm not ready to give that up. I'm not ready to let these goddamn demons take anything else away from us. This needs to end. For good. And I understand if you want to go. You can leave with Kevin and Cas and Adriella, and I'll stay here with Crowley's army and hold them off as long as I can while you get away. That's what you should do. That's what I should make you do. But the truth is..." Dean stops, dropping his eyes to the floor. When he finally lifts them, I see a new intensity behind them, brimming with love, determination. I take a step back, suddenly conscious of my unwanted presence in this private moment. "The truth is Sammy that I want you to stay. I want you right here next to me, no matter what happens."

Sam stares back at his big brother, the man who raised him. I see the myriad of emotions that flutter across his features as he processes everything Dean has said. I watch this moment, and I suddenly understand why these Winchesters have created such an uproar, why their destinies are so closely linked to that of the rest of the world. They are humanity in its rarest form, its ugliest beauty. These brothers are the very best and the very worst of what people have to offer. Their love defines them, pulls them towards each other with a gravity that shouldn't exist. It flows from them like angelic grace, yet this love seems even more powerful to me in its purity, its immortality.

And I know that I will not run either. I will stay and I will fight beside these brothers until the end. Because in all my years as an angel, in all my countless days, I have rarely seen a purpose so pure and selfless as the mission that these brothers have subjected themselves to. And it seems that Sam has understood the same. He nods, a sad smile of a man who has seen too much cementing itself into the soft lines of his face.

"Okay Dean," he says. "Okay."

Dean blinks, his returning smile filled with the same sadness, the same ferocity as his brother's.

"I will stay and fight," I declare, stepping back towards the brothers, seeing my opportunity to pull them both back to the present. I expect some kind of resistance, but the Winchesters simply nod.

"If you're sure," Dean asks, eyeing me carefully. I nod. Seemingly satisfied, he immediately directs his attention back to Crowley. "Make your call then." His eyes skim the room, a devilish grin abruptly replacing the furrow in his brow as the promise of a fight kicks up his adrenaline. I watch his face in awe, caught off guard. He winks at me, seeming to notice my captivation at his shifting moods. "Who up for donating some blood?"

Thanks for reading! Next chapter will be Sam's POV.