Hey all. I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. I rewrote this chapter several times and I think it turned out okay, but I'm not so sure. Please let me know what you think and thanks for reading!

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Chapter 24

Dean and Sam slowly made their way through the first floor of Chuck's houses stepping over everything and minding the blood that seemed to be everywhere. Dean's stomach was in knots when his mind went straight to the thought that the blood was Allison's since the last place he had seen her had been Chuck's kitchen. His cell phone wasn't working and neither was Sam's, so, he had no way to call hers to see if she was okay. They walked from the kitchen and into the living room before Sam broke off from Dean and headed towards the foyer. However, Sam no more broke the threshold of the door into the foyer when he was hit in the head.

"Jeez," Sam said as he stumbled back and Dean looked up to see Chuck standing in the hall with a toilet plunger in hand and Sam holding his head. "Ow!" Sam said forcefully as he looked at Chuck who looked surprised to see him.

"Sam!" Chuck said.

"Yeah," Sam snapped as he lowered his hand.

"Chuck," Dean said, but the smaller man was too preoccupied with looking at Sam in shock to notice Dean who had stepped forward a bit. Before Dean could ask Chuck where Allison and Castiel were Chuck spoke.

"You're okay," Chuck said and Sam scoffed.

"Yeah, well, my head hurts," Sam said.

"Well, I mean, I mean, my last vision," Chuck said stumbling slightly. "You were like full on Vader. Your body temperature was one-fifty, your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black!"

"Your eyes went black?" Dean asked quietly and Sam looked at him sheepishly.

"I didn't know," he said back just as quietly and Dean looked skeptical before he looked at Chuck.

"Where's Cas and Allison?" he asked and Chuck's face fell.

"Cas sent Allison somewhere before the arch angel got here," Chuck said, "but Cas . . . he's dead. Gone. The arch angel smoked the crap out of him. I'm sorry," he said as he turned away. Part of Dean was relieved that Castiel had sent Allison somewhere safe, but he couldn't believe that Castiel was gone.

"You're sure he's dead?" Dean asked. "Maybe he just vanished into the light."

"No," Chuck said as he shook his head and let out a heavy breath. "He, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of Chunky soup." Sam noticed something in Chuck's hair and gestured to it while Dean looked around again, his thoughts on Cas and on where he would have sent Allison. "Is that a molar?" Chuck asked and Dean looked at him. "Do I have a molar in my hair?" he asked, sounding more than stressed and like he was going to be sick. "This has been a really stressful day."

"Cas, you stupid bastard," Dean said quietly, but Sam heard him.

"Stupid?" Sam asked as he glanced over his shoulder. "He was trying to help us."

"Yeah, exactly," Dean said.

"So, what now?" Sam asked.

"I don't know," Dean said. "I should try and get a hold of Allie, see where Cas zapped her, and maybe we should call Bobby. Maybe he can help us figure out where to go from here." Sam nodded his head, but before either of them could move from where they stood Chuck spoke.

"Oh crap," he said quietly and the brothers looked at him.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I can feel them," Chuck said quietly and Dean and Sam frowned before one of the last voices Dean wanted to hear filled the room.

"Though we'd find you here," Zachariah said with a smile as he looked at the Winchesters and Dean slowly turned around, glaring at the angel and his two cronies as they stood in the kitchen. "Playtime's over, Dean. Time to come with us."

"You just keep your distance, ass-hat," Dean said as he pointed at Zachariah, making the angel stop advancing.

"You're upset," Zachariah said and Dean gave him a mirthless smirk.

"Yeah, a little," he said. "You sons of bitches, jump started judgment day."

"We let it happen, but we didn't start anything," Zachariah said smoothly. "Right, Sammy?" he directed at Sam with a wink. "You had a chance to stop him, but you failed," he said returning his attention to Dean. "So, let's not fight over who started what. Let's say it was all of our faults and move on. It's apocalypse now whether you like it or not, and we're on the same team again."

"Really?" Dean asked.

"You want to kill the devil, we want you to kill the devil. It's synergy."

"And I'm just supposed to trust you?" Dean asked. "Cram it with walnuts, ugly." Zachariah frowned as he looked at Dean and shook his head slightly.

"This isn't a game, son," he said. "Lucifer is powerful in ways beyond description. We need to strike now, hard and fast, before he finds his vessel."

"His vessel?" Sam asked. "Lucifer needs a meat suit?"

"He is an angel, and those are the rules," Zachariah said with a chuckle. "One he touches down we're talking four horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies, the greatest hits. You can stop him, Dean, but you need our help."

"Listen to me you two-faced douche," Dean said lowly. "After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you."

"You listen to me, boy," Zachariah said loudly. "You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did, you can't imagine the things we can do to make you compliant. I will-," Zachariah stopped short when he saw blood dripping heavily from Dean's left hand. "You're bleeding," he said and Dean glanced down at his hand.

"Oh, yeah," he said absently. "A little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up. Dean turned quickly and pulled the door he had drawn the sigil he had watched Castiel draw on the wall in blood in the waiting room and pressed his palm to it as Zachariah shouted. A bright white light filled the room and Zachariah and his two cronies vanished. "I learned that from my friend, Cas, you son of a bitch," Dean said as he looked to the sky and then looked at Chuck and Sam in the other room.

"This sucks ass," Chuck said.

"I need to use your phone, Chuck," Dean said quickly and Chuck just looked at him. "Now," he said and Chuck nodded before he searched for the cordless. It took him a minute but he found it, and thankfully it was void of blood. "Thanks," Dean said as he took the device and quickly dialed Allison's number. "Come on, Allie, pick up," he whispered after it rang five times, but her voicemail picked up. "Damn it," he said quietly before he hung up the phone and dialed Bobby's number quickly.

"Hello?" a feminine voice that was definitely not Bobby answered and he paused for a second. "Who is this?" she asked and thanks to the attitude he heard in the question he knew who it was.

"Addie?" Dean asked and he heard a relieved sigh come from the other end.

"Thank God," she said absently. "Are you and Sam okay?" Addison asked and Dean turned slightly and looked at his brother.

"Sort of," he said. "Do you know where Allie is?" he asked as he looked away from Sam.

"Sleeping on Bobby's sofa," she said and it was Dean's turn to sigh in relief as he closed his eyes. "Dean . . . were you able to stop him?" she asked in a whisper.

"No," Dean said heavily.

"Fuck," Addison said.

"Look, Addie, you need to get Allie somewhere safe and don't let her out of your sight. Cuff her to you if you have to because I don't want the angels getting a hold her again," Dean said and Sam was confused as to why Dean was acting the way he was, but he knew of something that would help keep Allison protected from the angels if Dean was so worried about it.

"Dean," Sam said and Dean looked at him. "Let me talk to Addie. I know something that will work." Dean hesitated before he handed his brother the phone and Sam took it from him before walking away and talking quietly to Addison. Dean sighed before he ran his hand down his face and put his hands on his waist.

"Dean?" Chuck asked and Dean didn't raise his head, but moved his eyes so he was looking at Chuck.

"Have you seen Allie?" Dean asked suddenly before Chuck could ask him if he was okay.

"What?" Chuck asked and Dean raised his head and lowered his hands.

"In your visions," Dean said, "have you seen Allison? Do you know about the . . ." Dean trailed off, not willing to say the words out loud yet because he hadn't told Sam about his impending fatherhood. Chuck nodded curtly before he looked away from Dean quickly, a signal that he was uncomfortable. "Did you know when Sam and I showed up on your doorstep?" he asked, referring to when they had first found out about the 'Supernatural' books he had written and Castiel revealed to them that he was a prophet.

"Sort of," Chuck squeaked out before he quickly pushed past Dean and went to try and find some sort of alcohol in the mess that was his kitchen.

"And you didn't say anything?" Dean asked.

"I didn't know until you were already gone," Chuck said, "and she hadn't even found out yet. Not exactly the kind of news I wanted to be breaking," he finished as he turned and looked back at Dean. Dean knew Chuck had a point and he let the subject drop as Sam rejoined them.

"Bobby's on his way with the car," Sam said as he handed the phone back to Chuck. "Addie's going to make sure Allie's taken care of, and she told me to tell you not to worry." Dean nodded before he sighed quietly and looked back at Chuck.

"We're going to head out," Dean said and Chuck nodded. "Shower, Chuck, okay?" Chuck looked at him with a face before the Winchesters left and headed out to the car they 'borrowed' to get to Chuck's. They were going to find a hotel room and wait for Bobby before they started researching on a way to kill Lucifer.

When Allison woke up she felt rested, but still just as tired as she had been when Addison finally got her calmed down enough to sleep. She sighed heavily and ran her hand through her hair before she secured it in a messy bun on the back of her head. She stood from the sofa and shivered a bit when her bare feet touched the cool rug in the room. Slowly, she padded her way into the kitchen only to find her sister standing near the window by the stove just staring outside.

"Addie?" Allison asked and Addison jumped slightly before she gave Allison a tight lipped smile and grabbed something from the table that looked like a hex bag.

"Hey," she said before she walked over to Allison and held out the small dark gray cloth to her. "Keep this on you, okay."

"Why?" Allison asked as she took the small hex bag from Addison and Addison sighed quietly before she tucked her hair behind her ears.

"They're to hide us from angels," Addison said.

"How did you know how to make these?" Allison asked as she slid the bag into the front pocket of her jeans.

"Sam," Addison said and Allison's heart jumped; and Addison could see the question in her sister's eyes before she even asked it. "Dean couldn't stop him, Allie."

"So . . . Lucifer's out," Allison said and Addison nodded. "What are we going to do?"

"You and I are going to Chris and Emily's when Bobby gets back," Addison said and Allison frowned.

"Where's Bobby?" she asked.

"He took the Impala back to the guys, and to try and help them look for a way to kill Lucifer. I let him take a few of Dad's books since we had a few that could be a little helpful," Addison said, and Allison sighed quietly before she grabbed her phone from the table. "Where you going?" she asked when Allison turned away and headed towards the stairs. Allison paused and looked at her sister, and Addison didn't need her to answer. She was going to call Dean. Addison nodded and Allison went upstairs and into the spare room she and Addison had shared the last time they stayed at Bobby's. She sat down on the bed and went down to Dean's name before she hit the 'talk' button and pressed the phone to her ear. It barely rang twice before Dean answered the phone.

"Allie?" Dean asked and she sighed in relief at hearing his voice.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked him.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Dean, don't worry," she said. "Have you heard from Castiel?" Dean was silent for a beat and Allison's stomach dropped. "Dean, please tell me he's not dead."

"I can't," he said slowly and she closed her eyes and sighed heavily.

"I may not have liked him sometimes, but he really was a good guy," she said as she opened her eyes and picked at the warn blanket at her side. "I mean, he went against his superiors for us, well, for you really. Are you okay, and give me a straight answer this time, Dean."

"Not really, but it's just not Cas that has me thinking," Dean said.

"What happened when you got to the convent?" she asked him.

"Allie, you know what happened. Addie probably already told you and that's why you called."

"She told me what you told her," she said. "I don't want the much edited, very Winchester version. I want to know what happened, and what's going through your head right now."

"When I got there," Dean started after a pause, "Ruby basically locked me out the room. When I finally got in, I was too late. Sam had already killed Lilith, and apparently Ruby let him in on everything. He held her and I killed her before a white light shot from the floor. We couldn't get out and the next thing I know we're on a plane."

"A plane?" Allison asked with a frown.

"Yeah, still haven't figured that one out," Dean said. "Sam thinks it was the angels, but I don't know."

"And you went back to Chuck's for Castiel," she said.

"And you," Dean added quietly. "I didn't know Cas had sent you to Bobby's." Allison let herself smile at the admission she hadn't expected him to make. "Zachariah and a few other angels showed up, and tried to get me to go with him, but I sent them away with the sigil Cas used. I had put one on the wall to be safe."

"Smart thinking," she said softly. "So, did Sam make you some of these hex bags too to keep you guys hidden?" she asked, but Dean didn't answer her right away. "Dean?" she asked.

"Yeah, he did."

"Okay, now that that's out of the way, what's going on in that head of yours? You sound even more pissed off."

"I don't know if I can trust Sam anymore," Dean said with a heavy sigh. "He trusted a demon over me, Allie. I don't know if anything is ever going to be the same."

"It's not," she said, "but that doesn't mean you can work things out."

"Yeah, well, I don't like it," he said and she could just imagine him running his hand down his face like he always did.

"I know," she said softly. "Do you want Addie and -," she started but Dean interrupted her.

"No, Allie," he said quickly and firmly. "You two are staying put at Bobby's until he gets back and then you're going straight to Chris'. No passing go, and no collecting $200. I want you out of this mess, and safe. Understand?"

"Dean, I'm pregnant not broken," she said suddenly rethinking her plan to get out of the game. The guys needed all the help they could get. "Like Bobby said before, it's an all hands on deck situation out there."

"Do you really want to be out hunting? Getting thrown around like a rag doll, shot at, sliced at; and risk losing our baby?" he asked and Allison's heart did a funny little jump. She wasn't sure if it was the thought of losing the baby or the fact that Dean referred to it as theirs that made her heart jump.

"No, I don't," she admitted and she heard Dean sigh again. "Look, at least let Addie tag along for a while."

"What? Why?" he asked sharply and she bit her lip.

"To give me peace of mind, and she's practically itching to get out again. She hasn't said it so much, but I can see it," she said. "I know the two of you don't exactly get along all the time, but you two have one thing in common that's big enough for you to bond over."

"What's that?" he asked with a frown.

"Me," she said and Dean scoffed a laugh.

"Self-centered much?" he asked and she smiled, happy to lighten his mood if only for a second.

"Maybe," she said and she heard him chuckle. "I love you, Dean, and since you're putting me on house arrest; if you ever feel the need to actually let some of those pent up feelings of yours out, I'm always a phone call away." Dean was quiet for several seconds, and Allison just let him be.

"Okay," he said softly, "and I love you too." With that they ended their call and Allison took a deep breath as she lowered the phone from her ear before she sat it on the bed next to her.

"How is he?" Addison asked from where she stood standing against the doorframe of the open bedroom door and making Allison practically jump out of her skin.

"Jeez," Allison said as she looked at her sister who gave her a wicked grin before she pushed off the door frame, walked into the room, and settled onto the bed next to her. "He's fine," she said and Addison nodded.

"So, hungry?" Addison asked and Allison's stomach rumbled loudly at the question. Truthfully, she couldn't even remember the last time she ate.

"Yeah," Allison said and Addison smiled.

"Okay," she said. "I'm going to go see what Bobby's got in the kitchen, but if it's nothing appetizing I'll make a run to the store." Allison nodded while Addison stood from the bed. "Maybe you should get some more rest. You still don't look too good."

"Thanks," Allison said with a furrowed brow and small smile as she looked at Addison, who smiled brightly at her.

"You're welcome," Addison said before she scampered out of the room. Allison laughed quietly to herself as she shook her head.

She moved along the bed, grabbing her phone and settling it on the bedside table before she curled up with one of the pillows and closed her eyes. Sleep didn't sound like a bad idea, but as she laid there her mind was too busy. Her thoughts kept turning to Dean and Sam, Lucifer and the angels; there was no rest for her. So, sighing in defeat, she climbed from the bed and grabbed her phone before she went downstairs. She really should be the one to cook anyway. Addison's talent in the field did not transfer into the kitchen.