Castiel did not take the appearance of Sam well.

"Lucifer," he hissed, brandishing his sword. Sam immediately stumbled back, throwing up his hands in defense. "Cas, wait-!" he pleaded, bracing himself to be cut.

Obi-Wan wondered if he even could stop an angel blade with his lightsaber. Regardless, he surged forward, switching on his saber, blocking Castiel's downward swipe. The saber did not cut through Castiel's blade, but it did stop it.

"Cas," Obi-Wan urged. The noise of the two weapons clashing was like nails on a chalkboard. It was horrible and it put Obi-Wan's nerves on edge. "It's okay. It's Sam."

"No," Castiel said. "It can't be."

"C'mon, Cas," Obi-Wan slowly maneuvered the blades away from Sam's face. "That's it…"

It wasn't until Qui-Gon gripped him by the shoulders did Castiel finally back off. He dropped his arm, his weapon clattering to the ground. Looking at Sam seemed to be physically painful to him from the way he jerked his head to the side. "I don't understand."

"Trust me," Sam said as he slowly lowered his arms. "I don't get it either."

Obi-Wan has never seen Castiel cry. He wasn't sure if the angel even had the ability.

Castiel's eyes were at best, wet. He shook his head, clenching his fists tightly. "I can't. Not now," he said, before disappearing.

Obi-Wan knew he'll be back in a couple of hours. That angel could never stay away for long.

"I'd forgotten," Sam said into the awkward silence of the hotel room. "that he liked to do that."

"Yeah, well… sit down, Sam, while I make some tea." Obi-Wan stalked to the kitchen, wincing slightly about how glad he was to make tea. That, at least, was normal.

"Wow," Sam called from the living room. "It's the future and we're still living in motels."

That broke the awkwardness. A snort erupted from Obi-Wan's lips and he tried to muffle it. One glance over back to Sam, and that damn tall brother of his was grinning, and both of them broke out into giggles.

Sam was the one who sobered quickly, eyeing Qui-Gon uneasily. "So… how do we talk about this? Where do we start?"

"Reintroduction, I believe," Qui-Gon said tiredly, sinking down into one of the living room chair. "I am Master Qui-Gon Jinn. In the kitchen is my Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi."

Sam snorted. "Obi-Wan?"

"Screw you," Obi-Wan said from the kitchen. "You're just jealous I'm a Jedi and you're not."

"Well, I'm Sam Winchester, and uh, not a Jedi." Sam shrugged. "As far as I can tell. But hey- are the rumors true? Can Jedi fly?"

"Of course we can."

"Obi-Wan…" Qui-Gon warned gently.

Obi-Wan set the water to boil. "No, we really can't," he gave Qui-Gon a sly look. "Though we don't exactly try to stop the rumors from spreading, either."

"Wow," Sam ducked his head, shaking it. "I can't believe it. There's so much to take in."

"Sam," Obi-Wan sat down in one of the chairs, clasping his hands in his lap. "How are you alive? Do you know what's going on?"

Sam sighed in frustration. "I don't know how I'm alive. I woke up on some random planet on the Outter Rim, naked and alone. It took me months to get off that planet. Everything I know, I learned from gathering scants bits of information over the past four years. Not everything I have is fact, just rumors. But I have a theory."

"Yeah? What kind?"

"The apocalypse."

The whistle to the kettle blew loudly. Sam jumped, but neither Obi-Wan or Qui-Gon blinked. "You're not surprised," Sam said as Obi-Wan got up.

"We've been seeing signs of the darkside growing stronger," said Qui-Gon. "Random violent acts have been occuring all over the galaxy and even for the Jedi, we're having a hard time keeping it contained."

Obi-Wan came back with a tray with tea. "Meg is alive."

Sam sputtered. "Meg? Meg? Are you sure?"

"She's now possessing Jedi. A lot of us have the ability to sense who is and who isn't possessed, but exorcism is just as hard today as it was in the past."

"Who else is alive?"

Obi-Wan waited to answer as he passed over a cup of tea to Qui-Gon. When he passed one over to Sam, Sam pursed his lips and accepted warily. Not used to having tea served by his not-brother, Obi-Wan supposed.

"Gabriel, apparently," Qui-Gon said, ignoring the way Sam's mouth fell open. "We've yet to see him, but from the sounds of it, he is very quite involved."

"Oh my god," Sam whispered, running a hand through his long hair. "What is going on? What does this all mean?"

"What about you, Sam?" Obi-Wan asked. "What are you doing on Coruscant?"

Sam pointed straight at Qui-Gon. "I came to Crouscant for him. I've been following rumors about the Colt for years. It's the main reason why I went straight to the Jedi Temple. I had no idea you were alive, Dean."

"So where is the Colt?"

"Master Krin has it," Qui-Gon said. "He doesn't know the true origins of it and hopefully it stays that way."

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Krin stared at the weapon laid out in front of him. It sat on a silk sheet on his desk, two peices sitting neatly next to each other, silently mocking him. He concluded this weapon was a blaster of some sort. But unlike the blasters of today, this weapon had none of the mechanics to make it a deadly tool. He didn't know why Qui-Gon wanted it so badly.

He could admit it was beautiful in an ugly, strange kind of way.

Krin had heard the fire alarm go off ten minutes ago but he ignored it. He was too old to be fighting fires and he'd let the younger Knights deal with it. They could handle it.

The fire must be a big one. He could smell sulfur wafting.

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A/N: Story is not abadoned! After graduating from university priorities shifted, is all. Sorry for the very, very long wait. =(