After meeting a nice chap who was willing to let me go with him, I took a ride to St. Louis. Apparently, Sam lived at some motel and worked as a choirboy by the name Travis (after the first town where he'd been attacked by hunters.)

"Excuse me, lady, what plans do you believe God has for you?" a religious man asked me while holding some papers.

With a bitter smile, I said:

"He and the Devil seem to want to hire me for some job."

The man seemed to have no words for that. Seriously, he looked like a fish with his mouth hanging open.

"Do you know where this motel is located?" I wondered and showed him a piece of paper with the name of the motel.

It took some seconds for the man to answer, since he seemed to be mentally constipated, but he finally managed to tell where the motel was.

"Excuse me, but where is the room number to Travis Hilton? He's a friend of mine", I told.

"Room 33", the guy said bored and pointed at the corridor.

I gave him a nod before I tried to find room 33. Which I did. After a while. Sam opened the second I knocked and hugged me.

To be honest, I was surprised. We had only been part for a few weeks and after being in Hell and him at Stanford, weeks were nothing.

"Abigail, there's something I need to tell you", Sam said as he closed the door to his room as I sat down on his bed.

"What?" I wondered.

He shook his head with a distant look on his face, like he was reliving something.

"I'm his vessel. Lucifer's."

I widened my eyes. No… If Sam and Dean would somehow say yes to the Archangels, one would kill the other. Plus, the planet would be roasted.

"We have to contact Dean", I stated urgently.

Sam shrugged slightly.

"Already done. He kind of said that we'd be better off separated, easier to hide from Michael and Lucifer", he explained.

"Well, that's bullshit. He needs us, we need him. He just needs someone to punch the obvious statement in his thick skull", I snorted, making Sam smile slightly.

"You're still the same."

I gave him a smirk.

"Of course, if we ever become old, I'm still gonna use my wonderful lines and phrases to make this world a better place", I said and smirked.

Sam got pretty surprised when he heard the story of when Dean, Cas and I had contacted Raphael. If he hadn't known about Heaven and all that, he'd probably have been devastated about the fact that God wasn't upstairs and that praying to him didn't do much good. But he took it quite well, to be honest.

"Did you get that voice message from me, Sam?" I asked him.

Almost unnoticeable, Sam face dropped and his eyes darkened for a slight second before he went back to normal.

"Yeah, why?"

I sighed and put my hand on his.

"It wasn't mine. Back in that green room whatever, I sent you one. But I didn't say what you had heard there. While I searched in Chuck's papers after you, I realized what had happened. I promise you, Sammy. What you heard from me and Dean, they weren't real. They were fake. None of them came really from us."

Sam nodded while looking down on the bed.

"You know… when I first heard them, I wasn't sure myself. I know you two, you wouldn't really say that. It just… I don't know, I began to believe it anyway, I guess. They maybe were right. I am a freak, a monster with demon blood in me", he accused himself.

I shook my head and glared at him harshly.

"Sam, stop calling yourself that. How many times you say it, you aren't one. Just because Yellow Eyes bled in your mouth, doesn't it mean that you're a monster. A monster is someone who chooses to be a terrible person", I stated.

"But I chose it", Sam protested.

"By the manipulations of Ruby. Dean and I were dead, you're broken, down at your weakest level. Easy for Ruby to make you do what she and Lilith had planned. And then you were stuck with it, but that wasn't you fault."

We were silent, both thinking about what I had said. I was right, I really hoped that. Sam wasn't evil, none of us were.

"Did I tell you that having sex with an angel really is heavenly?" I for some reason asked.

"No…Why?" he wondered before he seemed to realize.

"Did you and Cas…?"

I nodded smugly, making Sam slowly wrinkle his nose.

"So, how 'heavenly' was it?" he said in a uncomfortable voice and air quoted when he said heavenly.

"From the scale of 1-100? Then 1000. Oh come on, Sam", I complained when I saw that he looked quite or very sick.

"Even Dean took it better", I said but smiled at how disgusted Sam seemed to be.

"Yeah, but Dean tells those stories to us more often."

We laughed and shared stories and commented everything about everything. Just like old times. Sam and I often used to talk about normal things to feel normal and not only feel like hunters every day. At least we had done it as kids.

Maybe having a normal life was tempting, but in the middle of all this? No. It was my responsibility, being a hunter, especially since I was a weapon for both Heaven and Hell. Something I still wondered why. What purpose did I serve in this crap?

I opened my eyes, only to find Sam not beside me and the mattress gone.

"What the hell?" I muttered when I looked out on the town, completely wrecked and disastrous.

Had I missed something? Slept through the whole shit? And where the hell was Sam?

After I had put on my shoes, which luckily were in the room, I headed out to investigate the town. Everything was destroyed, like a hurricane had been here.

Something was wrong, extremely wrong.

Suddenly, I spotted a group of people sitting near a building.

"Hey! Guys! What's going on?" I shouted to them, and immediately regretted it.

The people turned around and watched me like I was a prey. Which I could understand why. Only one thing had that stare, croats.

Dean, Sam and I had met those zombies before, where they had seemed much more human than these.

"Shit", I groaned irritated when they suddenly ran at me with that predator look that I had seen on National Geographic.

It was then I figured out that I was bearing my precious Beretta, which I used to headshot them. When I finally had killed them all (which wasn't pretty), I hot-wired a car and headed for Bobby's. As I passed abandoned buildings and shit, I caught something that made my stomach turn: 2014.

I was in the future? Why? I didn't sleep that long!

"'Croatoan pandemic reaches Australia'", someone and that someone was Zachariah, who read a newspaper.

I growled angrily. So it was him who had zapped me here?

"How the hell did you find me?" I snapped.

"That Christian you talked to? He was one of our 'Christian soldiers' whom we asked to keep an eye on you and your brother, who, by the way is driving behind you", he said.

To be sure, I quickly looked back and found a quite beaten up car behind us with a familiar face in the driver's seat. Dean!

I kept my surprise in me and instead glared at Zachariah.

"Right, zap us back now", I demanded.

"Oh, you'll get back—all in good time. We want you to marinate a bit", he responded.

"What?" I said and wondered for a second if I had heard right.

I was very sure that I wasn't a steak.

"Three days, Abigail. Three days to see where this course of action takes you. This is the consequences if you and your brother won't say yes to Heaven and Michael", he told me before he flew away with his stupid green wings.

"Dean", I said when he opened the door to Bobby's house.

"He's not here, they're on some camp called Camp Chitaqua", I told him when he noticed the wheelchair.

"Let's go then, we'll take my car", he said and went out again.

"Staying separated from each other is a hell lot better than together. If the angels find one of us, we don't know where the others are", Dean argued when I brought up the fact that we should be reunited, in the car.

"The angels or the demons finding us together is a hell of a lot better, then we can fight together and get rid of them , for then", I countered,

"We need each other. Family makes us stronger."

Dean held up a hand.

"Let's talk about this later, would we?"

I sighed but agreed, our priority number one was to survive this crap. That felt a bit important.

We finally arrived to the camp, where unfortunately, soldiers guarded inside the fence. And I actually spotted the Impala, who seemed a bit rusty (get the pun?) I never thought I would feel sad, like very sad by seeing her like that, but I did.

"Oh, Baby, no", Dean mumbled.

The fence had a kind of opening, which we went through, and Dean, loving his car, instantly went to watch her wistfully.

"Oh, no, Baby, what did they do to you?" he whispered, when suddenly we heard a sound.

A hard pain was felt in my he'd, before I only saw darkness.

When I woke, I noticed that Dean and I were inside a cabin, and handcuffed. Another Dean sat and cleaned his gun while watching us two. I really hated this.

"This is just fucked up", I muttered.

"I should be saying that, don't you think? In fact, why don't you give me one good reason why I shouldn't gank you two right here and now?" he questioned.

I widened my eyes, this was so not Dean. Not at all.

The Dean whom was beside me finally woke up and stared at future Dean shocked.

"What the—"

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't shoot you two on the spot right now", future Dean growled and seemed to glare more at me than Dean.

"Because you'd only be hurting yourself and your sister", Dean stated.

"Very funny."

"Look, man—I'm no shapeshifter or demon or anything, okay? Neither is Abigail", Dean told.

"Yeah, I know. I did the drill while you were out. Silver, salt, holy water—nothing. But you know what was funny? Was that you had every hidden lockpick, box cutter, and switchblade that I carry. Now, you want to explain that? Oh, and the, uh, resemblance, while you're at it?" future Dean demanded and pointed lazily at Dean.

"Zachariah", I spoke up.

Future Dean rose with a slightly surprised look on his face.

"Come again?" he said.

"We're from the end of 2009. Zachariah threw us two into the future five years from our time. Kind of annoying", I said.

"Where is he? I want to talk to him."

"We don't know", Dean admitted.

"Oh, you don't know", future Dean muttered.

"No, I don't know. Look, We just want to get back to our own friggin' year, okay?" Dean exclaimed.

"Okay. If you're me, then tell me something only I would know", future Dean said.

Dean went still and seemed to think, before he smirked and made me think of the first time he told me and Sam about one of his sex adventures.

"Rhonda Hurley. We were, uh, nineteen. She made us try on her panties. They were pink. And satiny. And you know what? We kind of liked it", Dean told us, which of course made me almost exclaim surprised.

A picture of Dean in panties that probably had string and were very thin and transparent, popped up in my head. Just the thought of his junk pressing against the perhaps transparent fabric made me feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Why can't I be deaf?" I mumbled.

Future Dean smirked but hid some sadness behind it all. What had happened the last five years?

"Touché. So, what, Zach zapped you up here to see how bad it gets?" he asked.

"I guess. Croatoan virus, right? That's their endgame?" I wondered.

"It's efficient, it's incurable, and it's scary as hell. Turns people into monsters. Started hitting the major cities about two years ago. World really went in the crapper after that."

"What about Sam and Abigail?" Dean asked and looked around.

Future Dean went still, like he had known we would bring it up but hoped that we wouldn't.

"Heavyweight showdown in Detroit and somewhere else. From what I understand, Sam and Abigail didn't make it", he told us.

"So, I'm dead?" I asked, but didn't get my question answered.

I looked down on the floor. Great, I was dead here, something to look forward to.

"You weren't with them?" Dean asked stunned.

"No. No, me, Abigail and Sam, we haven't talked in—hell, five years", he told us.

I widened my eyes.

"We never tried to find each other or something?" I said.

"I had other people to worry about", future Dean just replied.

And immediately, a small feeling of being denied spread in me. So we had split up and didn't try to find each other and both Sam and I were dead? Lovely. Another reason why we should stick together.

"Where're you going?" I questioned.

"I got to run an errand."

"Whoa. You're just gonna leave us here?" Dean said.

"Yes. I got a camp full of twitchy trauma survivors out there with an apocalypse hanging over their head. The last thing they need to see is a version of The Parent Trap and Les revenants. So, yeah, you stay locked down."

"Okay. All right. Fine. But you don't have to cuff us, man. Oh, come on. You don't trust yourself and your little sister?" Dean said.

"No. Absolutely not."

Future Dean then left us.

"Dick", we muttered on the same time.

"Never become like that, Dean", I said.

"Hadn't planned to", he replied while he pried out a nail from the table and locked up the cuffs.

I actually did as future Dean had said and tried to avoid as many people as possible in case someone recognized me. It was then Dean and I entered what Chuck had said was Cas' cabin. Inside was Cas, with beard and no trench coat, some women with quite the cleavage.

He and his cabin looked stoned.

"So, in this way. We're each a fragment of total perception—just, uh, one compartment in that dragonfly eye of group mind. Now, the key to this total, shared perception—it's, um, it's surprisingly physical", Cas said with a extremely calm and yoga voice.

When Cas spotted us, I quickly hid behind Dean. Cas could react how much he wanted when those women had left.

"Oh. Excuse me, ladies. I think I need to confer with our fearless leader for a minute. Why not go get washed up for the orgy?" he told before the women rose.

"You're all so beautiful."

I rolled my eyes as he stood up and stretched his back with a grunt.

"The hell, Cas? You're like…" I said and gestured to him.

"Hippie?" Dean offered.

"Exactly."

Cas widened his eyes when he saw me, since I was dead, technically.

"We got to talk", Dean stated.

"Whoa. Strange", he said and eyed Dean.

"What?" I questioned.

"You...are not you. Not now you, anyway", he said.

I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm dead, I know. We're from 2009", I told before Cas rushed to me and crushed me with a bear hug.

I really hoped my ribs wouldn't puncture anything.

"Cas, no air", I yelped in a muffled voice.

He immediately let go, only to smash his lips on mine.

It felt just like he did, his hands in my hair, fingers playing with strands and pieces. Just how I loved it.

We broke off, with Cas having a new light in his eyes, almost the same like back in 2009.

"I thought I would never see you again", he whispered and stroke my hair while clutching to my hand like he never wanted to let go.

My death and everything else seems to have been a hard hit for him, I thought sadly and let my hand cup his scrubby cheek.

"Okay, Romeo and Juliet. Why don't you strap on your angel wings and fly us back to our page on the calendar?" Dean interrupted.

Cas started to snicker.

"I wish I could just, uh, strap on my wings, but I'm sorry, no dice", he laughed and sounded quite or very high.

"Are you stoned?" I asked suspiciously.

"Uh, generally, yeah", he replied.

"What the hell happened to you? Last time we met, you were wearing a trench coat", I stated.

Cas shrugged.

"With everything that's happened, what can I say, life?"

We later went out, future Dean shot a dude infected by the Croatoan virus, Dean and I got recognized, some freaked out when they saw me, future Dean explained for the people, I stayed in Cas' cabin, no orgy. I had actually shooed them away with my 'back off 'look. It had been hilarious.

"What happened with your mojo, Cas?" I asked as we lay in his bed after having some…. yeah.

And it had still been as wonderful as before, just no wings in the act.

Cas shrugged.

"I don't know. The angels just left Earth and my powers just….. drained away. Now I feel how you guys feel when you break your foot or something. Couldn't do anything in two months", he told me and intertwined his feet in mine.

He really knew how to do this. That made me think about one thing: What had happened with us?

"What happened after I left Dean to find Sam?" I whispered.

Cas got those sad puppy dog eyes that made me feel sad too.

"I couldn't find you, your phone seemed to be dead. You were gone, like you had vanished into thin air. We, of course, later found you…"

He trailed off, but I didn't press him, just the thought of me dead gave me chills. Mostly because of the consequences. Cas stoned, Dean cold as stone, Sam stone dead.

Maybe if I just said yes…

No! I thought, angry at myself for even thinking that.

If I said yes, then the planet would be toast. And how many people would be dead then? More than half of the population? And one of my brothers would then die too…

"What are you thinking about?" Cas asked.

I shrugged and rolled over so my head rested on his muscular chest.

"I don't know, why I got killed? Didn't both Heaven and Hell want me on their side?"

Cas didn't respond. He just started to play with my hair like he hadn't heard my question. Something else must have happened, or else they wouldn't avoid that question.

"I'm just so glad to see you again", Cas whispered and kissed my head softly.

I gave him a small smile and turned to kiss his chest gently.

"Cas, Dean wants you and— Oh", Chuck suddenly said when he came in.

"Chuck!" I exclaimed terrified and grabbed my bra and clasped it on quickly.

If my skin had been translucent, it would've been tomato red.

Chuck covered his eyes and slowly backed away.

"Uh… Dean wants you two to come to his cabin. Some meeting. Uh… Sorry", he whimpered and rushed out.

"So, that's it? That's the Colt?" Risa asked skeptically.

"The one and only", I said while Cas put on his feet on the table.

"Great. Have we got anything that can find Lucifer?" she snapped at future Dean's direction.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Risa going to answer and probably something rude, but Dean interrupted her.

"Oh, we were in, uh, Jane's cabin last night. And, apparently, we and...Risa have a connection."

I raised my eyebrows, before I remembered her trying to attack Dean. Awkward… For future Dean, at least. That sucker.

And then, I started to smirk, but hid it as future Dean told Dean to shut up.

"We don't have to find Lucifer. We know where he is. The demon that we caught last week, he was one of the big guy's entourage. He knew", future Dean told us.

"And what if he was lying about where Lucie is? He's a demon", I stated.

"Oh, trust me, he wasn't lying."

"And you know this how?" Risa asked.

"Our fearless leader, I'm afraid, is all too well schooled in the art of getting to the truth", Cas said.

I widened my eyes. Great, Dean was torturing here. Wonderful. Kind of… inhumane.

"Torture? Oh, so, we're—we're torturing again", Dean muttered.

Future Dean glared at Dean annoyed.

Dick.

"No, that's—that's good. Classy", Dean replied sarcastically.

Cas suddenly started to laugh quietly, which made future Dean glare at him.

"What? I like past you", he defended, which made me smirk.

"Cope with him for twenty-six years, then you'll think differently", I said and smirked.

Future Dean ignored me and put a map on the table and pointed out where Lucifer was.

"Are you saying we, uh, walk in straight up the driveway, past all the demons and the Croats, and we shoot the devil?" Cas stated.

"Yes."

"Okay, if you don't like, uh, 'reckless', I could use 'insouciant', maybe."

"Are you coming?" future Dean questioned.

"Of course. But why is he? I mean, he's you five years ago. If something happens to him, you're gone, right?" Cas asked.

"He's got a point", I told, making both Deans glare irritated at me.

"He's coming", future Dean said and ended that part of the meeting.

"Okay. Well, uh. I'll get the grunts moving", Cas said and started to leave.

"We're loaded and on the road by midnight", future Dean ordered.

"All righty."

After Cas and Risa left, I turned to future Dean, who slammed up a bag pack on the table.

"Why are you taking him? Me? I get it, I'm already dead so—"

"Relax. You'll be fine. Zach's looking after you, right?"

"No, I mean why? What's going on? You must have a reason why you want to take us with you", I stated.

"Yeah, okay. You're coming because I want you to see something. I want you to see our brother and yourself", future Dean said.

I widened my eyes. I was alive? But he said that—

"Sam? Me? I thought we were dead", I stated shocked.

"Sam didn't die in Detroit. He said 'yes'. And then, you said 'yes' and became the weapon of Hell", future Dean said.

We had said 'yes'? Became his vessel and weapon? Why? Why would I choose to destroy this?

"There. Second-floor window. We go in there", future Dean said.

The streets were dead. No croats, no demons. Nada. Something was definitely wrong here. There should be something to guard him.

"You sure about this?" Risa asked him.

"They'll never see us coming. Trust me. Now, weapons check. We're on the move in five."

"Hey, uh, me. Can I talk to you for a sec?" Dean asked him.

They went away and me, being stupid, followed, to see Dean unconscious.

"What the hell?" I whispered before future Dean appeared and hit me in the head.

I woke up by Dean shaking me stressed.

"Come on", he told and ran for the gun shots.

I quickly followed him to a garden, where future Dean lay on the ground with a man dressed in white's foot on his neck. That man was accompanied by a woman in a long dress that reminded me of the night, black and with silver sequins that seemed to glitter like stars.

The man shifted the weight and broke future Dean's neck which killed him instantly.

How many times had I seen my brother die exactly?

I must have made a sound, because the man and the woman turned to look at us. I think that my heart either stopped, or almost did. It was Lucifer, in Sam's body… and me.

"Oh. Hello, Dean. Hello, Abigail", future me said and smiled with ruby red lips.

Even how freaked out I was, I couldn't help but think that I looked gorgeous. Beautiful makeup, stunning hair, my necklace and her wing earrings didn't make the look look worse exactly.

But it was something that killed it, that made me not seem like me, the eyes.

They were dead, emotionless. If demons didn't have black eyes, I would have looked like one.

"Aren't you a surprise", Lucifer said as the lighting flashed, making me and Dean close our eyes.

When I opened mine, future me and Lucifer stood behind us and very closely. I quickly by instinct moved away.

This just felt, wrong. Too wrong. The angelic power washed over me like a sea during a storm, or more. He was too powerful for any of us to do anything, for now at least.

"You've come a long way to see this, haven't you?" Lucifer asked.

"Well, go ahead. Kill us", Dean demanded.

Future me tilted her head and smiled.

"Kill you and myself? How… unnecessary", she stated tenderly.

Future me had a calm voice, too calm, like the calm before a storm, I thought.

How did Lucifer stand her?

"I'm sorry. It must be painful, speaking to me in this— shape. But it had to be your brother. And it had to be you. It had to be", Lucifer apologized and almost sounded human.

I hadn't expected Lucifer to sound so… sympathetic. Future me reached for my shoulder, but I hastily jerked away, which made her hand fall on her side.

"You don't have to be afraid, Abigail. What are you thinking I'm going to do to myself?" she asked gently.

"Dunno, perhaps roast us and this planet with your buddy Lucie?" I snapped before I looked at Dean, who was a few feet away from us and seemed to argue against Lucifer.

But it was only he who argued.

"Why would he and I destroy this beautiful thing? The last perfect handiwork of God", future me replied and summoned a butterfly from nothing.

I raised my eyebrow, since when could I do that?

Abigail smiled, like she knew a secret I didn't.

"Do you know why I said 'yes'?" she asked.

I didn't answer.

She sighed and let the butterfly sit on her hand palm.

"Lucifer… He knew who I really was, and he told me, after I had accepted, of course. He seemed so… sympathetic and kind. I got stronger, more powerful. He has taken care of me, since then, almost like a brother."

Abigail smiled like she again knew something I did.

"But, I guess being with so many residents from Hell must have taken away some of the old me", she giggled and crushed the butterfly in her hand and let the dust fall off her hands.

I stared at her horrified, I would never become Hell's weapon. Not if it turned me into that thing.

"Goodbye, Abigail", she said while smiling and turned, only to be dissolved into shadows.

I stared at the place where she had been, before I hurried to Dean.

"You better kill me now!" Dean snapped at Lucifer, who was walking away from him.

He slowly turned back to us.

"Pardon? Hello, Abigail. I see you have talked with your future self. Stunning, isn't she? Or you, I perhaps should say. I must say, she is the only human I have enjoyed so far", he complimented and smiled the same smile Abigail had done.

Did they share some bad inside joke or something?

"You better kill me now. Or I swear, I will find a way to kill you. And I won't stop", Dean growled, with tears glittering in his eyes.

"I know you won't. I know you won't say yes to Michael, either. Or Heaven, for that part. And I know you won't kill Sam. Whatever you do, you will always end up here. Whatever choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up—here. I win. So, I win."

I closed my eyes, I wouldn't become her. Never! Dying was long before that.

"You're wrong", I said, my voice breaking.

"I'll see you soon, Abby. And see you in five years, Dean", Lucifer said smoothly before a lighting struck and his wings appeared in that transparent way.

They were beautiful, even though they were slightly burned. The feathers looked like they were made of ice, some were slightly damaged, but not much. The purest ice in the whole universe would look dirty compared to his wings. Pure ice with light of the morning, that's what they were.

And then, he was gone.

"What now?" I wondered terrified when suddenly two angels, one was Zachariah and one was a stranger, appeared and teleported us away.

Suddenly I was back at the motel, which Sam still sleeping.

So time hadn't changed here, huh?

I looked at the other angel, whom's vessel was quite tall, at least 6'2. He had dark blond long hair, blue eyes, but paler than Cas'. He was quite muscular built which could be seen since he was wearing a dark grey business suit with a white shirt under.

"Who are you? Another dickbag of angel?" I snapped.

The angel looked for a second quite baffled over how I reacted but quickly recovered.

"I am the angel Raziel", he said with a deep voice, and he had an Australian accent.

For some reason, I began to laugh, which he seemed to think as strange. He wasn't the only one.

"No, sorry. I'm just not used to hear angels talk with an accent", I laughed.

"Carry on."

"I'm sent by Zachariah. You saw what happened there? You and your brother are the only ones who can stop this. Just say yes, and we'll bring Paradise on Earth", he told me and seemed to work away his accent, perhaps so I wouldn't laugh again.

"This may be a trick, ya know? Just an alternative universe. But even if it was true, I would still answer no", I said while I slowly cut in my skin with my knife, which was in my pocket.

Easy to conceal, easy to use.

Raziel wrinkled his forehead and looked slightly hurt, for some reason.

"Have you not learned your lesson?" he asked.

"What will happen if you don't accept us."

I smiled slightly and began to draw the sigil behind myself, so it looked like I was tracing my finger over the table.

"Oh, I have learned my lesson, and that's to not to choose Hell, or Heaven. I need to do something else", I replied.

"And what is that?" Raziel asked.

"That is my little secret", I replied and smirked.

Then I tilted my head and felt a bit sad for doing this. He seemed to be a good angel, and a quite sweet.

"You seem to be nice. So I'm sorry for this", I told him wistfully.

He widened his eyes and rushed toward me with a stressed yet sad expression as I pressed my bloody hand on the angel sigil, which banished him.

That at least bought me some time to wake Sam and get away from here.

I quickly woke up Sam and told him that angels had had a little visit and that we had to leave.

Surprisingly, Sam was quick to pack everything before we left ten minutes after I had banished the innocent tall angel.

"So, what happened?" Sam asked while he drove and I sat shotgun.

I shrugged.

"Let's just say you're not having any tours in Detroit alone. And never let Cas have any drugs."

Sam looked confused but didn't question anything. Suddenly, Sam's phone started to ring. Both of us looked quite baffled before Sam asked me to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Abigail? Where are you?"

I looked at a sign on the road and informed him where we were.

"Right. Meet me by this bridge", he told and said which bridge he was talking about.

"Got it."

When we arrived, Dean was leaning against Impala with a concentrated look on his face. For a slight second, I wondered if Zachariah had tried to make him say 'yes', but somehow escaped him.

"Sam", Dean said slowly before he took out the knife.

Sam slowly backed away before Dean handed him it with the handle first.

"If you're serious and you want back in...you should hang on to this. I'm sure you're rusty", he said to him.

Sam looked at it and slowly accepted the knife and examined it. When was the last time we had been together all three? Weeks?

"Look, man, I'm sorry. I don't know. I'm...whatever I need to be. But I was, uh—wrong", he apologized.

"What made you change your mind?" Sam asked and glanced at me.

"Long story, we'll tell you later", I said.

"The point is...maybe we are each other's Achilles heel. Maybe they'll find a way to use us against each other, I don't know. I just know we're all we've got. More than that. We keep each other human", Dean continued, which made me cold for a second.

The thought of me, just watching Lucifer kill Dean, that dead look in my eyes, I never wanted to become that. And I kind of knew how to prevent it.

"Thank you. Really. Thank you. I won't let you down. Both of you", Sam said.

"Oh, I know it. I mean, you are the second-best hunter on the planet", Dean replied, which made me and Sam smile slightly.

"So, what do we do now?" Sam asked.

I shrugged.

"Dunno, save the world", I told.

I had to find out why was I the weapon.

Who am I? I thought.

"What else can we do?"