CHATPER TWO

Three Years Earlier.

"Hello Sam."

"Lindsey?"

The two Winchesters stood in the doorway of another crappy hotel room. Neither of them wanted to be here, they wanted to be out looking for Cas, but they needed sleep, especially Dean. He hadn't slept since Cas had taken a huge dose of radiated human soul and was now proclaiming himself a God.

None of them were sure why they were even still alive. When Cas had demanded that they bow down and profess their love or be destroyed something in Dean had snapped. He straightened his spine, glared at the one time innocent angel had told him to blow him. His bother and Bobby had held there breathes and waited for death. But instead Cas had laughed, smiled and then vanished. That had been almost a month ago and they hadn't had sight nor sound of him since.

Bobby had gone back to his place, in some vain attempt to keep the home fires burning just in case the new God-Cas decided to pay a visit, which considering how insane and pissed he was they hoped didn't happen.

Dean didn't have a clue what he was going to do if he ever got his hands of the son of a bitch. He was half tempted to kill him, though he figured that would be practically impossible now that he was all super-charged, but he'd like to give it a damn good try. He'd really fucked up this time and Dean was more furious than he'd ever felt before. Not even when Sammy had run off with that demon bitch and broken the final seal. For some reason Cass betray hurt far more than Sam's had.

"You know this chick?" Dean frowned at the pretty blonde before them.

"Yeah, we... worked together when you and I were taking separate vacations a couple of years ago."

Dean remembered that time, back when everything was simple, well simpler than now at least. It was just after they'd gancked war, well took his finger, his ring with it. Sam had needed time to deal with his screw-up and had runaway - again. Dean had let him go cause if he was honest he'd wanted time alone, he needed to get his own head straight, to figure things out.

But he hadn't been alone, not really. He hadn't truly been allowed from the moment he'd crawled out of his grave. Cas had always been there, watching him, ordering him about. Taking whatever shit Dean threw at him, while throwing his own right back. He'd spent more time with Cas during Sam's absence then he thought he could stand and when Sammy had come home, Cas had back off, leaving them to mend their fractured relationship.

And if Dean was honest he'd missed him. There was something about the irritating little tax-accountant that made him feel... something.

"Nice..." he said, sending an appreciating gaze over Lindsey's body. "…to know you weren't bored... listen love, if your here for a reunion can you come back another time, we're kind of busy." Deans' tone telling everyone he was in no mood for visitors.

"Lindsey, this is..."

"Goodbye Sam."

Dean turned to see his brother gone. "What the fuck."

Lindsey raised her hand. "He's fine…." She was interrupted by Dean's phone ringing. "…That'll be him."

"Dean?"

"Sam. – Where are you?"

"A bar around the corner."

"Just tell him we need a little alone time." Lindsey ordered.

"Listen lady… Sam? – Sam!" Dean stared at his dead cell phone.

"He's fine. He'll have a few drinks then come home. – Meanwhile we're going to talk Dean Winchester."

Dean was ready to rip this bitch a new one. He was in no mood for more angel shit, and going by what just happened he was damn near positive this was angel shit.

"What you want?"

Lindsey sighed and took a slow turn around the room. "Like I said, we need to talk."

"About?"

"Your royal fuck up."

Dean stood gob-smacked. What the hell had he done? Other than royally fucking up with both Sam and Cas of course. "Alright…"

She turned to him with raised soft brows. She was nice looking Dean thought absently, not like the other angels. Kind of like Cas had done when he'd first met him. That memory sent a shot of pain through his chest that caught his breath and the angel-girl turned to look at him, understand and sympathy in her eyes.

"I have one question for you."

"Shoot."

"What the hell did you do to my child?"

This time Deans' mouth wasn't just smacked, it was hanging open. "W- What child?"

Lindsey sighed again, falling onto the end of the bed. "The one Dean Winchester I put into your care."

Dean's brows furrowed causing a deep ridge between them. "I ain't got no kids, lady."

"I didn't say kid Dean, I said child. – as in 'all my children'." She smiled at him warmly, waiting for the penny to drop. For Dean to understand just what she was saying.

Dean shook his head. There was no way she meant what he thought she meant. No fucking way.

"You got there yet Dean." She smiled, knowing he had but didn't believe it. "Good, so now you can tell me what the hell happened? I leave my son in you charge and look…" she waved her hand around as if indication something that didn't exist.

"I – This is crazy. There's no fucking way you're…. God?"

Lindsey smirked. "And why not? – Oh I get it, you were expecting flowing white robes and a long white beard. – Sorry to disappoint Dean."

Was she laughing at him? Was God laughing at him? Of course god would be laughing at him, the whole of heaven and earth were laughing at him, but you know what this wasn't funny!

"I don't know what the hell your laughing at, this isn't down to me and Sam, this is down to you and those dickless kids of yours fucking with our lives!" Dean shouted not giving a damn who the person in front of his was.

Lindsey hung her head for a second. "I am aware of what they've done."

"Yeah, yeah…" Dean shouted. "… I remember from the last time. It's none of your concern. – Well you know what, yes it fucking is. – If you'd just stepped in at the beginning none of this would have happened. What the hell were you thinking telling those brats of yours that one day they had to rip each other apart? –If you hadn't Cas wouldn't have become a raving loon with a you-complex!"

"If I had stepped in at the beginning you would never have met Cas in the first place… " Her voice was steady and calm as she looked into Dean hazel eyes, searching for something Dean knew wasn't there any longer. "… Would you have wanted that?"

"Yes!" Dean said forcefully, though unsure if it was a lie or the truth.

Lindsey seemed to know though and she turned from him. "Besides, what would any of you have learnt if I'd just stopped it?"

"Learned? Learned! – are you telling this was some kind of fucking test!"

"Please Dean could we keep the profanities to a minimum."

"No!"

Dean suddenly remembered the duffle-bag hanging from his shoulder. It flew across the room to crash against the wall. "Why!"