A/N: Here is the last chapter. Thank you to everyone who enjoyed it. Hopefully there will be more stories to enjoy in the future. Also, my apologies for how long it took to write this chapter, but considering the length, it was meant to be two chapters. It's pretty long. Anyways! Enjoy :)

Heaven's Grief

If Heaven's grief brings Hell's rain,
Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday – "Just One Yesterday" by Fall Out Boy

Chapter Seven: Heaven's Grief

Morning came through the blinds with the soft heat of the sun warming my skin. It stirred me awake from some much needed sleep. Last night was dreamless and also the first time that I was able to truly get some rest. I moved my legs across the cool sheets, stretching and twisting my body, feeling somewhat satisfied by the subtle aches and pains. The bruises and marks that I knew to be there would serve as evidence.

I got up from the bed and closed the curtains. The light in the room was dimmed by an orange light. I didn't have a chance to scope out the place considering how quickly things had happened. The room was exceedingly nostalgic for me being a fan of the 1930's. That's when things got interesting; the discovery of Pluto, the very first cheeseburger, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, and oh that little blemish on history called WWII.

My fingers brushed across the keys of the typewriter on the desk. Every corner of this room seemed to give off a lonely vibe. It was a ridiculous thought, but I considered myself to be more than a bit intuitive. That was all thanks to God for giving me those damned visions that made zero sense before dropping me back off on planet earth. Thankfully they haven't come up since. I should just be grateful that I didn't return as a prophet. That would imply that the boys failed in protecting theirs.

I found my way into the adjoined bathroom and froze upon seeing the marbled porcelain. The bathtub was spacious, like a hot tub and I was prepared to take full advantage of it. I turned on the water and adjusted it until it was lukewarm. My muscles sighed in relief as I slowly sank into the water, until I was completely submerged and soaked.

When I was finished, I changed into my clothing and tore off the tags. I decided that it was time to do some exploring.

I stepped out into the hallway and confirmed that it was indeed very extensive. I knew that roaming without Castiel wasn't a smart idea, which was precisely why I did it. Aside from wanting to help him, I also didn't want to be helpless. I could easily navigate through a gorgeous place such as this one. Despite my curiosity, I didn't open the doors I passed by, and followed the path right up to the stairs that only went down.

The closer I got to the first floor, the louder the sound became – voices muffled by distance. It was unmistakable, that obnoxiously loud and arrogant personality that could only have belonged to Dean Winchester. The other person had to be Sam, but he was speaking lower than usual, not that it was like him to raise his voice.

I decided to make my presence known, wanting to get this part over with as quickly as possible. It was rude to have stayed in their humble abode without so much as greeting them and letting them know that I was alive, even if I thought that they wouldn't truly care.

I cleared my throat, "Hi, boys."

They shot each other confused glances, before visibly tensing. It was Dean who started to steadily take a few cautious steps towards me. "Who are you and how exactly did you manage to find our bunker? No. Better question. How were you able to get in?"

Castiel hadn't told them anything. I was in a room with two lions, although Sam looked worse than the last time I saw him, which worried me despite the situation at hand.

"It's me. Meg." I slowly held my hands up, as Dean surveyed the area with the sly ease of a hunter's prowess, possibly looking for something to kill me with. "Please. Listen to me. Castiel brought me here."

"There was no coming back from where Meg went," said Sam, as he stood up from the table. I watched as he used a hand to stable himself. He was trying his best to cover the severity of his ailment from the trials, most likely for Dean's sake. "So, who are you really?"

"I'm telling you two chuckleheads the truth." I felt anxious, something that was foreign to me. I fought to suppress it, but it was winning. I feared for my life against the Winchesters, which would've been comical had I still been a demon, but the truth was that I had not felt any usual demon instincts since becoming human. I used to have to force them down when I was insistent on behaving myself, but now I didn't have violent inclinations, which would make fighting difficult.

Dean remained adamant as he looked hard at me with his cold green eyes. "Sorry, but the truth means jack after awhile." Even if he believed me, he would still want to kill me, as he had promised to do so on multiple occasions.

I lowered my arms at my sides, "I can't fight you."

"Right, sure you can, sport." Just as he lunged towards me, I was quickly grabbed and hidden behind a tan overcoat. Castiel's hand at my back kept me securely pressed against him, as he shielded me from a punch that could have taken my head off.

Dean practically seethed as he glared heatedly at the angel, "What the hell, Cas?"

"She is telling the truth, Dean." I rested my head between Castiel's shoulders in an attempt to relieve the headache that was coming on. My heart was pounding hard. That was close. "Meg was resurrected by God and she is now human."

Dean muttered a curse low under his breath before he ground out through clenched teeth. "You have got to be kidding me. You want us to believe that God not only had some screwed up reason to bring Meg back, but he also turned her into a freakin' human?"

I heard Sam pull his chair back out to take a seat, as he attempted to make sense of everything. "Well, think about it, Dean. When you were brought back from Hell, you told me that your scars were gone. We were both in our bodies when we returned. It was like being brand new. This is Meg, Meg. No vessel."

"And just what the hell were you two doing between last night and now?" No longer feeling as though my life were in danger, I stepped from behind Castiel to face the full brunt of Dean's glare-off with him. "How come you never bothered to mention Meg? You had a good opportunity earlier while you were apologizing. I guess the list keeps growing, huh, Cas?"

"If you must know, we were engaged in sexual congress." The blunt response had me doing a double-take, wishing that I had been wrong each time I heard it, although I should have seen it coming. The shared looks between the two brothers were enough to leave me fearful again as it dawned on them where those activities took place. Sam held his breath as he turned away and kept his eyes on his research.

Dean looked like he was about to murder someone.

"Hiding from angels for the most part, I guess that's kind of like foreplay." I tried my best to reduce the tension in the room as I gestured around, "This is a lovely...what would you call this?"

"Now let's get something straight here. NO one is performing any acts of sexual whatever of any kind within the sanctity of this bunker, or so help me…" Castiel and I both nodded in agreement as Dean slowly joined in unison. "Good. I'm gonna go see about setting up that movie projector for our little horror flick. Oh, and Meg…"

I looked at him expectantly. "Club members only. So, why don't you uh, make yourself useful? Get us some popcorn and make nice with the broom closet. The place can use a good dusting."

"Hold on a minute." Sam didn't even bother to help me out, didn't even say a word and he was the more sympathetic one. "I know that I haven't always been a team player, but at the end of the day, I still died for everyone in this room."

"And now you're the Alice to our Brady Bunch." Dean's words were cut and dry and so long as I wanted to stay, I'd have to listen to him. Getting along with Castiel's favorite person would be difficult, but maybe one day I'd be able to see him as more than just a pompous prick.

Sam walked up to us with a reluctant smile that was there and gone in a flash. "Meg, I never had the chance to thank you." That's why I was always Team Sam. There was sincerity in his words. He was so personable and warm. No matter what happened to him, there was still emotion that was reflected in his eyes, whereas Dean's were empty and offered nothing.

"It's okay, Sam. Thank you." I tried to give him a reassuring smirk but it broke into something else entirely, something creepy. He cast a look between me and Castiel and quirked his eyebrows a little. My conversation prior to this one with Sam had been about unicorns. And after what the angel announced, it wasn't a secret to anyone that I had finally caught mine.

After bringing the boys their stovetop popcorn and receiving thorough instructions not to enter any closed doors, I underwent my adventures of cleaning the place. I thought I would hate it, but it reminded me of home. There were many chores and responsibilities that I was used to doing in my time, but this was just absurd.

I belonged out on the field, not scrubbing toilets or wiping down dusty furniture.

They had forgotten that I was quite the badass once upon a time. I started jabbing the air with the broom as though it were a sword. A clash resounded in my head, as I remembered when my blade met Crowley's. I stopped upon recalling the bitter memory. I hadn't even realized that I was haunted by it. I picked up the mop instead. It was part of the arsenal, a different choice of weapon. I twirled it haphazardly counter-clockwise beneath my hands like a poleax.

That was so much better.

I could easily take out a few monsters. Sure, my balance was off but I wasn't completely useless. I'd say my strength matched Sam's right about now, considering his current state. I suppose that I wouldn't be involved in those final plans anyways, when I'd love nothing more than to watch the Winchesters close the gates to Hell.

I was about to resume my fight with my shadow, when I picked up on the sound of steps coming from behind me. "I think this is the first time you haven't startled me." I turned to see Castiel standing there, being quiet and looking oddly morose, even for him. Something happened. "Aren't you a fully fledged member of the Boy Scouts? Why aren't you with them?"

He gave me a troubled look, "I was not permitted to go."

"Dean knows how to hold a grudge." I would know, but in Castiel's case, it was significantly more hurtful. "You can't apologize any more than you already have either, so I see there being only one other option." I set down the mop and walked towards him.

He inquired, "Tell me."

"Maybe you can go out and get him something." He narrowed his eyes in confusion, when I continued. "Go out to a store and get some of his favorite things."

"I don't know, Meg. That sounds…"

"Like a bribe?" I shook my head at him, unable to keep the smile off my face. Maybe Castiel hasn't learned all that much about humans. "Why can't it just be about doing something conveniently nice for a friend who just so happens to be mad at you?"

He sighed heavily, "You're right."

I grabbed onto the sleeve of his overcoat and pulled him towards me. I wanted him near and I didn't want to let go for some reason. I was a little selfish, greedy, and nothing else seemed to matter. But there was a feeling that I couldn't quite shake and it sent a chill down my spine. His hand came up to the back of my neck as he gently held me in return.

I shivered as he pressed his mouth against my ear, "When you asked me if I thought God would allow you to see your family again, it was not my intention to discourage you." I stared up into his eyes, captivated by them. "I want you to have faith."

It was difficult not to anymore. The sound of wings echoed in the narrow hallway and it left me feeling empty and mostly terrified. The sinking feeling in my chest was getting worse but I did my best to shove it aside, and continued my work. Thankfully, the house was empty for the remainder of the day. I put the supplies back in the closet and made my way to the kitchen. I hadn't eaten anything and now was a good time to do so.

Beer and a grocery bag were left abandoned on the counter. They weren't there before and when I saw the contents of the bag, I realized that it was a goody bag made especially for Dean. At some point Castiel came back, a thought that unsettled me. Perhaps the boys were in a fix and needed his help, but even that caused copious amounts of worrying.

Nothing I could do, nothing to be done…

I've let myself get carried away with being human.

The next morning the house was quiet. I remembered hearing Sam and Dean get in last night, but Castiel was still gone. That bad feeling made itself known as I crawled out of bed and went into the study. I gathered the papers on the table and tried to organize some of the chaos. Cleaning was becoming more of a pleasant distraction as I tried to keep my nerves calmed.

I noticed that the fridge was full, as were the shelves, and the pantry. To put an end to my stomach's grumbling, I took out a skillet and grabbed for breakfast essentials: bacon, eggs, toast, butter, potatoes, and onions.

If I was going to be the one cleaning, I deserved to have nice big meal. The bacon sizzled and the potatoes were chopped and thrown in with the onions in a separate pan. I had seen humans cook plenty of times and understood how it was done. Now I had a reason to make food and it was calming, just like cleaning.

I wondered if there was something Castiel would enjoy eating. Maybe it was more or less his lacking the craving for food. He did seem to enjoy a handful of popcorn yesterday before Dean practically shoved me out of the room. I was in the middle of seasoning the potatoes when an unfamiliar voice startled me, "I can't sleep when the smell of bacon is thick in the air."

I saw what appeared to be Kevin Tran standing in the middle of the kitchen. What he lacked from being spastic, he gained from the exhaustion that was clearly etched in his face. The dark shadows beneath his eyes confirmed it, along with the way he was having a difficult time standing still. What the hell happened to him? "There's going to be plenty, so feel free to join, little prophet."

"It's ex-prophet now, even though it's a little bit hard to believe until this is over." He took a seat on one of the stools at the small table and watched with a half-lidded expression as I went back to cooking. "Anyway, I know that you're Meg. Sam and Dean filled me in."

"At least one of us is well informed," I said quietly, while I brought down the plates and grabbed the silverware. Being short was a damned problem, one that Kevin could probably understand. I evened the portions and took a seat in a chair across from him. He didn't mind his manners, as he shoveled forkfuls into his mouth without so much as chewing.

He grew still for a moment and looked at me. "I'm sorry that Crowley killed you."

I agreed quietly, taken aback by his apology, "Me too."

"Tonight should be the end of it. It's the third trial." Oh, well then. Maybe I should prepare the goddamn victory cake.

"So, what's the game plan?" I didn't expect him to tell me. The Winchesters probably already had it covered by telling him not to, when he started to smile.

"The third trial is to cure a demon. Their first choice didn't go so smooth, but they should be nabbing Crowley right about now."

My eyes were as wide as saucers at the idea. The thought that Crowley would finally get what he deserved. How ingenious that would be, closing the gates of Hell with that smarmy bastard as the final trial. I tried to conceal the delight in my voice, "Cure a demon into what?"

"Human."

"Aha…ha…" I started to laugh, bringing a hand to my mouth trying to stifle it. Crowley as a human being! That was rich, truly. All of the things that he had done and that he would have to endure as a mortal. That throne of his forfeited, that sense of entitlement stripped right from his conscience, and let's not forget that he would be easier to kill.

Kevin was raising a piece of toast to his mouth, when Castiel suddenly appeared with Dean standing beside him. The boy didn't seem fazed by it as he continued to eat. I kept my eyes on the table, relieved that Castiel was alive. Rationally I should be listening to his reasons for disappearing, but that would imply that I cared to even do that much.

"Nice to see that you've gotten comfy," Dean's voice practically dripped with sarcasm. He then looked at Kevin. "Can we uh, see you for a moment?" Stealing a piece of bacon from Kevin's plate, the hunter and the prophet left us alone.

"Dean has asked that I bring you to Sam." So, I would be involved? I stood up from my chair and started clearing the mess. "He doesn't want to leave Sam alone in his weakened state. I agree that it would not be wise."

"Put my life on the line again." I leaned my back against the counter and crossed my arms defensively. "I didn't even know what the plan was until Kevin told me. Kevin."

"There isn't much of a choice." He was in warrior mode and arguing, even talking was somewhat of a chore when his patience wore thin. Maybe this was part of the bad feeling I had and if that was the case then I would rather be there should things go wrong.

"Protect Sam again? Fine…" I felt the light touch of his fingers at my wrist, holding me in his grasp as the floor gave out and I was weightless. It was an odd sensation that only lasted for a couple of seconds, but I could never truly get used to it.

We were outside an old abandoned church. The Impala was parked only a few steps away from where we were standing. He drew his hand up over my arm and gently turned me so that I was facing him. "Be careful."

Within the deep rough tone and those simple, delicate words, somehow it felt like goodbye. "Whatever you're thinking of doing, don't. One thing at a time, let's just make sure Sam completes the last trial."

"If I do this, I will be able to fix Heaven." How would he manage to do that? Why would they even listen to him when they wanted nothing more than to rip his wings off? "Closing the gates of Heaven, they will be forced to listen."

"Everything in me is saying 'no'. That you're wrong and that you shouldn't do this – " He kissed me abruptly. The warmth from his mouth compelled mine to move beneath his, slowly and softly. It was all too soon that he pulled away to look at me. There was nothing that I could do. He wouldn't listen to me. I already knew that he wouldn't.

"Go then." I shrugged him off and headed for the church. I could feel his dark eyes burning holes through my skin. "Fix Heaven, Castiel."

"You're upset," he said ruefully.

"Funny how that happens to me now…" I spared him one last glance before strolling in to greet my two favorite people. I could turn back, I could beg him, I could hope that he would listen to me, but that would never happen. "I sure do hope I didn't miss anything." I watched as Sam jerked the demon's head to the side and injected him. The sound of pain and frustration was satisfying coming from its source.

The collar around Crowley's neck made it difficult for him to see as far as he'd like to, but he was still able to roam his eyes over me and he chuckled low in his throat, as he realized who I was, "I guess it's true what they say. You can't keep a good whore down."

"Hello, Crowley." I went to stand in front of him, walking past the devil's trap without a problem. I took in the various chains and shackles. "And I thought Sam was in bad shape."

"What is it with the tough cookie act? It gets boring after awhile. You can ask Moose here. He's been at it all day." His eyes followed Sam in a predatory manner. Crowley was trying to get a rise out of him, something that had obviously been failing since the moment they started. "Are you still sore about that love bite I gave you? We'll give it a kiss and make it all better."

"Sam's caught himself the King of Hell. I'd say he's pretty damn tough right about now." My feet danced in and out of the red spray painted circle, taunting Crowley.

"You little whore." He quietly seethed right before he began shouting, like the firecracker he was known to be and went off. "I stabbed you through your bleedin' stomach! The next time I kill you learn the new trick and stay dead."

"You should be more concerned about yourself, Crowley. Who is going to stop me from killing you once you're all fleshy and mortal?" He grew silent then, because he knew that it would be no one. He had only accumulated enemies since he's been king and even before that.

Sam was busying himself with the next dose. His nose was red and his eyes were watering. The chills that tore through him were amplified by the brief chattering of his teeth as his body tried to fight against the fever. I spoke quietly to him, "So, what's up with the science project?"

"Well, I need to give him an injection of my blood eight times, once every hour." I nodded, having seen the marks on Crowley's neck.

I breathed out through a sigh, "Joy."

"Are you okay? I mean that you look upset about something." The guy on the brink of death was asking me if I was all right.

"So I've heard." I could tell Sam that I had a bad feeling, but frankly he didn't need that right now. I could involve him in my love life, but why bother with that when it was coming to an end. I had always thought that Castiel was more human than angel. But today I was proved wrong. The sins he committed nearly destroyed Heaven and in the process, he betrayed and hurt those who thought of him as family.

And he would keep doing it, so long as he was convinced that he was doing what was right.

I took a seat on the rickety pew in the corner, keeping my eyes on Crowley's when Sam approached him with the syringe and pushed down. Another hour rolled around and the process was repeated exact, and then another, making it the fifth injection. The cackled, throaty laughter and the threats, the joking – all of it was starting to come off as desperate and it may have been the slightest of changes, but it was effective nonetheless.

It was getting dark and the few candles Sam had lit weren't going to last us for much longer. And the lanterns weren't doing much to brighten up the room, even if we did set up at least one in each corner. He caught me in the middle of worrying. As if reading my mind, he offered, "There should be more candles out in the car."

Crowley called after me, "Afraid of the dark? The phrase brave new girl only applies to big girls, but you're not a big girl, are you love?" I slammed the doors behind me and pressed my back against it, taking in deep breaths as I felt my resolve wane. I could still hear his laughter and it chilled me to the bone, because truthfully I was scared for many reasons.

Soon it would all be over.

The trunk was left unlocked, which came as a surprise to me. Dean was so obsessed with his precious Impala one would think it would be completely locked down. The bag of candles was partially opened, some of them were used. I grabbed a handful and closed it back up, ready to go back inside, when the ground started shaking.

A demon…

"Sam…" The sound of glass shattering filled the spaces of silence. My breath felt trapped in my lungs, as I watched on in horror as Sam's body crashed violently through one of the chapel windows and landed onto the hard ground with a sickening thud. My legs were heavy with shock and it felt like they couldn't carry me to him fast enough. "Sam!"

I slid my arms beneath his and sat him up so that his back was resting against my knees. He hissed in discomfort as he regained consciousness. "Come on," I said, as I helped him up to his feet. We had to move quickly, especially if the plan was to run. He staggered towards the church and steadied himself with both hands to the wall.

"Stay here. I have a plan." He was nuts! I shook my head, about to spew off a list of denials, when he looked at me seriously. "It's going to work, just give me two minutes." I gave a short nod, despite being unsure. I didn't doubt that Sam knew what he was doing. He was smart and capable, but I had just watched him get propelled out a window. How he was still able to stand was beyond me.

He disappeared inside the church and it felt like an eternity of pause, when I heard a scream that struck me like a train. It belonged to a woman, the demon. Sam's plan had worked – whatever it was. Just as I turned to see for myself, it was like a wave crashed down on our surroundings. The floor had a soft opaque tint to it and somehow I didn't feel as though I belonged here anymore.

The wind was visible in the air, cutting into my skin like broken gems that sparkled if you looked at it from the right angle. I couldn't hear anything in the stillness. Even the storm looming above us was tamed and caught in time's spell. The clouds moved and churned formlessly about the sky delicately like white lace. And I was able to see things for what they truly were.

It should have frightened me, but it didn't.

When I finally saw Sam, all I could do was marvel over how radiant and serene he was then with a magnificent set of feathered wings that he deserved and a golden halo adorned atop his head. The glow that outlined his body illuminated every shadow in the room and gave it light. But it also brought on the sad realization that Sam was approaching death.

"Meg! You can come in now." I was standing in the room in plain sight. Sam gave a look of confusion, as he walked outside to search for me. Not even Crowley seemed to pick up on my presence.

Megan…

Turning towards the voice, I ran out of the church and onto the road. The gravel beneath each step was silent, but I could feel them. If this was death and my time was up, then I had to see him one last time. The way things ended, knowing that he would be in danger, everything that told me not to leave him swelled throughout my being, like a pulse that gripped me and released me into a panic.

To reach him, to be with him…

My legs gave out from the momentum as I caught myself on my palms, feeling the skin scrape across the pavement. I pulled myself up to my feet and continued at the same frantic pace, even as I teetered off balance. I couldn't afford to go any slower as I clung onto this hope, this faith that I would make it before reality slammed shut on me.

It was impossible to escape from that dark interchangeable color blue, the ticking of a clock, the strange old familiar feeling…

Castiel.

Lightning pierced the sky and touched the earth, before it vanished into a mist that faded in the breeze. I ventured through the wooded area and slowed down when I neared the particles that remained until they flitted away by the touch of my fingers. There on the ground. Castiel was seemingly lifeless with his eyes shut and without the glow that should have engulfed him just like Sam, but there was none.

No halo or wings, just a heartbeat that was racing hard within his ribcage.

"Megan." I shook my head in response, not wanting to acknowledge anything else as I sat down beside him. An invisible chill wracked through me, as tears I didn't know were there traveled in lines past my cheeks and collected at the tip of my chin. The droplet fell onto his skin as I leaned over him.

For what reasons would this happen…

My chest felt heavy and constricted as it throbbed painfully. He was stripped of his grace as he was human in front of my eyes. It was his last vain attempt to rid Heaven of the mistakes he caused and he failed again. I should have made him stay, somehow. His hand twitched in the grass as he came to, and gradually stood to his feet.

I followed him through the woods until we came to a clearing and we were stilled by what we saw in the sky. Falling down like meteors, breaking through the atmosphere, the angels were touching down to earth, as they were expelled from Heaven. My hand went to grab for his, when I felt my fingers close around air. I tore my eyes away from the fire that bled down like shooting stars and found that I was able to see through my skin.

I was nearly transparent and pretty soon, not even he existed to me.

My mother grabbed hold of my shoulders, pressing her nails into my skin. "Megan, wake up!" She firmly shook me, her brown eyes widened in desperation. After a while I couldn't hear her anymore. The silence must've drowned her out as well.

I flinched, feeling a warm liquid running down my arm.

This wasn't Kansas.

Not even close.

I tugged at the rope that bound my hands above my head. The blood that was now flowing freely from a fresh cut in my wrist made it easier to slip my fingers through as I eventually freed myself. I landed onto the muddy ground less graceful than I would have liked and quickly got up. The last thing I remembered from purgatory was that I was running away from a Djinn.

Unsuccessfully, I'd take it. "Are you in the mood for critiques? Welp, it doesn't matter. I'm going to submit mine anyway." I dodged what would have been a tackle and watched as the Djinn collided with the ground, face first onto a rock. Too much time spent in this Hell and eventually she became primal and was willing to feed on anyone.

Pathetic, really.

"First of all, I would never agree to cook or clean for the Winchesters. Making me bring them their popcorn was drawing the line…" I wound my fingers in her hair and yanked her head back. She struggled beneath my strength, but it was no use once I put everything I had into it. I felt her hair rip at the roots as I dragged her over by the makeshift bag that the bitch stole from me.

"Secondly, I would imagine Castiel to be good in bed, as he is always so curious and willing to learn. I've seen how my boy works under pressure. It's quite the show, even better than sex." I slammed her face into the mud, hearing her gasp harshly for air with every inhale of her lungs. "I'm hot just thinking about it. But he was too rough, too dark, too perfect, and too much of what I wanted and that was a flaw."

I retrieved one of the sharpened sticks from the bag, "You know, I feel like I can talk to you girl to girl. So, I'll be honest with you about my plans for when I get out of here and I will get out. I'm going to find him and I think I'll live a similar life like the one you showed me, except I'll probably be the one topping him, until he's learned to take what he wants." She squirmed in my hold as she kicked her legs violently. "Oh, don't worry, I'll try my best to be a good girl, I promise." I held my hand up as if to swear on it, growing tired of her ragged breathing. "If you're not going to add any input to this, then just die."

I stabbed the stick through her neck and watched as she reached up to try pull it out. "Yeah, I'm sorry we're fresh out of silver and lamb's blood. Maybe I should just rip you apart piece by piece? That would make me feel a little bit better after having to watch my family get burned to death again, to take Dean's bullshit, to see Sam on the brink of death, and Castiel expelled from Heaven. "

She ripped the stick from her throat. Her laughter was gurgled as she choked up blood into a thick puddle on the ground.

"What's so funny?" I kicked her hard in the stomach when she didn't answer. The force from the blow had her on her back. "Speak up, three wishes."

"A-All of i-it was true, w-whether you were t-there or not." She smiled a bloody, disgusting smile. Perhaps not enough of her teeth were broken. I stared at her in revulsion, as I bought her to me by the collar of her shirt, reeled back my arm, and punched her unconscious.

I wasn't about to believe that bullshit.

I heard a twig snap under a footstep, a rustle in the bushes, all of those horribly cliché events that occurred with someone's coming. "Let's be friends, said the demon to the…"

"Vampire," came an actual friend, as Benny stepped out from the forest. "I told you to run from the Djinn, not get captured by it." I rolled my eyes at him as he walked over to inspect the body, drawling with his rich southern accent, "You sure did a number on her."

"Believe me when I say that she deserved a whole lot more." He tore a piece of cloth off his shirt and handed it to me. I had forgotten all about my wound as I wrapped the soft material around my wrist in an attempt to stop the bleeding. I held it firmly, applying pressure, "We need to get out, fast."

"We only need a few more things." He easily sliced through the Djinn's arm and tossed it into the bag. It was another ingredient for our escape. "I don't like taking the long way, but there really is no other exit."

"Why didn't you go with Sam and Bobby again?" Given the chance now, I'm sure he would happily jump inside Sam's arm.

He paused for a moment, his blue eyes looking above for the answers. "I thought being here was what I deserved, since I wasn't wanted anywhere else, but I was wrong in the end." He continued moving, our steps picking up pace. We could both sense that something strong was coming. He handed me my purgatory weapon, "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be." That was how we spent our existence, covered in blood and sweat. It was the grime from the mud, the taste of water from the river, and the cold repetitive kill that became my constant. I wouldn't stop until my goals were met. Get out of purgatory, respectively pay Crowley back for sending me here, and find what would make the remainder of my life worth living.

I already had an idea.

He was tall and awkward and the color of his eyes were a dreamlike shade of blue. His voice was deep and rough, although the words that left his mouth were usually a string of methodical responses. He tried to kill me once and I saved him. It didn't make sense, but I preferred it that way. He was good and I was bad, but in the end it was reversed. He wears a suit and tie everyday and that was good enough for me.

Then there were these two boys. I would say something nice about them individually but nothing came to mind. It didn't sound like much of an idea, but put together, these were solid reasons to keep on fighting. These three reasons were worth living and dying for apparently.

Faith was that I would see them again soon.

The End