a/n: Okay so this is 5.18 Point of No Return. Sorry this took me so long. For some reason the episode was so painful haha. It's alright I guess, enjoy.
Dean continued to drive down the road at a dangerous speed. He gripped the wheel tightly causing his knuckles to turn white; as if the tighter he gripped the less emotion he would feel. He couldn't allow himself to think of the two he left behind in the motel or he would definitely lose it. Not only was he blatantly backstabbing his brother, the same brother he raised, protected and went to hell for, but he was leaving behind the only person he was sure he's ever loved. He knew he was breaking Cas' heart more and more with each mile he drove, but he couldn't afford to think about that. He bit his lip until it bled in an attempt to prevent tears spilling over. He was not going to cry. It just wasn't going to happen. He refused to let himself show or feel any emotion because then he would have to face the fact that he was wrong, and if he was actually going to do this he couldn't think he was wrong. He couldn't have any doubts because as of now he couldn't see any other plan left that would save Sammy and Cas. He had to do this, he tried convincing himself. He knew exactly where he was headed. He hoped Sam wouldn't figure him out, but he hoped everything would be all said and done by the time they realized he was gone. When he finally got to the motel he went inside and looked around letting old memories sink in. He unraveled the paper bag back and took a hard swig straight from the bottle. He folded up his father's jacket, the one he always wore, and placed it in a box with the keys to the Impala. He sat down with the motel stationary and wrote two letters, one for Sam and Bobby, and one for Cas. They deserved so much more than just letters, he knew that, but that was all he could give them. He knew it was unfair but nowadays everything in their lives was unfair. He placed the letters in the box and on the very top put in his gun, his silver and pearl handled gun. He taped the box shut and addressed it to Bobby.
"Sending someone a candy gram?" Sam said from behind Dean causing him to immediately stop. He wasn't sure why he was so surprised Sam found him, but he was.
"How'd you find me?" Dean asked lowering the bottle of whiskey.
"You're gonna kill yourself right? It's not too hard to figure out the stops on the farewell tour." Sam said sadly.
"I'm not gonna kill myself." Dean said trying to hold together what little dignity he had left.
"No? So, Michael's not about to make you his muppet?" Sam asked raising his eyebrows,
"What the hell man? This is how it ends, you just, walk out?"
"Yeah I guess." Dean said trying to use as few words as possible to hide his doubt and depression.
"How could you do that?" Sam said angrily.
"How could I? All you've ever done is run away!" Dean said getting angry, but it was true, Sam had a habit of running out on him.
"And I was wrong! Every single time I did!" Sam sighed heavily, "Just, please, not now, Bobby is working on something."
"Oh really? What? We have nothing and you know it." Dean said actually starting to believe this was his only option left.
"You know I have to stop you." Sam said calmly.
"Yeah well you can try, just remember, you're not all hopped up on demon blood this time." Dean said snidely.
"Yeah I know, but I brought help." Sam said with a sad sigh. Instantly Dean felt Cas behind him. Slowly he turned to face him, anger littered the angel's normally gentle features.
"Cas, I..." Dean started planning on forming some sort of apology before the angel cut him off,
"How, fucking, dare you." Cas growled. He reached up his fingers and pressed them harshly against Dean's forehead. Normally Cas would have caught the body before it hit the floor but this time he opted for watching the hunter drop to the carpet. He stared angrily at the man at his feet before looking up to meet Sam's pitying eyes.
"Cas," Sam started but Cas lifted up his hand to stop him. He stepped over Dean's body and pushed past Sam to leave the motel. Sam heard the Impala door slam shut violently. He winced at the loud noise and moved to Dean's body. He picked up his brother and carried him out to the car. He put Dean, still unconscious, in the backseat and slid into the driver's seat. Sam started up the car and left the motel parking lot. He glanced between the road and the angel.
"Cas, you okay?" Sam asked, concerned. Cas turned his head and stared at Sam expressionless, not saying a word.
"He didn't mean it that way, Cas. He thought he was doing the right thing."
"Well he was wrong." Cas said bitterly.
"Hey, you and I have been wrong before too. Dean is in a rough spot right now. He's too used to being the one that has to protect everyone else and sometimes he ends coming off as a total jackass. That doesn't mean he is."
"I know." Cas said monotone. Sam could tell he was pissed, he knew Cas understood what he was saying but given the fact the angel was so angry he just stopped pushing it and they finished the ride to Bobby's in mostly silence. When they arrived Dean was still knocked out so Sam had to carry him. Barely five minutes after Sam had put him on the couch he woke up. At first he had looked confused but realization slowly dawned on him and he looked around before his eyes met Cas'. Cas held his gaze with a steady glare.
"Angel," Dean whispered.
"I don't want to hear it, Dean. I don't care what you did why you did or why you thought it was the right thing to do. I don't care." Cas said angrily before walking back into the den where Sam and Bobby were still looking at books and Sam's laptop. Dean cupped his face in his hands and groaned quietly before getting up to join the others in the den. He sat silently as Sam and Bobby searched. Cas leaned against the doorway and the two didn't take their eyes off each other. There were so many things Cas wanted to say, so many things he wanted to scream, but instead he said nothing. Dean watched Cas carefully, his eyes filled with sadness and hope that Cas would forgive him. He had a million apologies in his head and he couldn't bring himself to say a single one with the angel's vicious eyes burning a hole into his mind. Dean started to get uncomfortable under the heated stare and began to pace. He quickly became aware of Cas' eyes still glued to his every step. In one swift movement Dean turned around, grabbed Cas by the wrist and dragged him upstairs.
"Dean. I don't want..."
"I don't really care Cas." Dean cut him off as he shoved open the door of the room he usually used and shoved Cas inside and slammed the door behind him.
"Look, what I did was wrong. It was stupid and selfish. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's the only option I see left that will guarantee you stay safe. I can't risk anything happen to you. I'm sorry Angel. I'm sorry. I love you." Dean said praying it would enough. It wasn't like he had plenty more to say.
"I know, Dean." Cas whispered, "I know. I'm just, angry you lied to me." Cas said looking down.
"I'm so sorry, Angel. I've been regretting since I walked out the door." Dean said lifting Cas' face up to meet his.
"I love you, Angel." Dean whispered meeting Cas' eyes.
"I love you too, Dean." Cas whispered moving his face closer to Dean's. Dean closed the last few inches between them pressing their lips together. Cas instantly laced his fingers through Dean's hair pulling his face closer to his. Dean smiled against the others lips. Slowly Dean began to lower Cas down on to the bed and crawled on top of him.
"Dean, we can't do this here. Sam and Bobby are downstairs." Cas tried reasoning.
"Who cares?" Dean mumbled as he started to unbutton Cas' shirt.
"I do. What if they hear?" Cas said concerned. He stopped himself however when Dean pulled off his own shirt. Dean smiled widely like he had known what he did. Cas immediately leaned forward and kissed Dean's neck and shoulders.
"If you do this," Cas growled warningly, "I will pound you into the mattress." Dean groaned at the words.
"I love what you do to me, Angel." Dean whispered.
"Just wait." Cas growled unbuttoning Dean's jeans. Cas ripped them off in no time and removed his own just as fast. He moved himself behind Dean and wasted no time. His hand was gripped over the print and Cas wasn't gentle like Dean had been for him. He thrusted hard and moaned with pleasure of the feeling of Dean's tightness around him. Dean moaned loudly. Cas couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure or both. He began to thrust harder and faster and was able to last fairly long. He reached and jerked Dean in tandem with his thrusts and they both manager to finish at the same time. They collapsed onto the bed and Cas curled into Dean's gentle arms.
"Holy shit." Dean breathed and Cas curled in closer to Dean,
"Remind me never to piss you off again." Dean nuzzled his face into Cas' neck.
"The again, that's the greatest angry sex I've ever had." Dean said breathlessly. Cas smiled and pressed his lips against forcefully against Dean's.
"Bobby is going to kill us." Cas said with a smile.
"Let's just hide up here then." Dean said pulling Cas closer.
"I love you, Dean."
"I love you too, Cas." Dean said running his hand through Cas' hair and kissed him gently.
"Dean," Cas said suddenly his voice becoming serious, "I have to go, something's wrong." The angel got up and pulled on nothing but his pants and trench coat leaving his torso bare and left immediately. Dean sighed and got up himself and got dressed. He headed downstairs and back into the study to meet Bobby's annoyed glare,
"I swear to God boy, you pull that shit again I will put a bullet into both of ya's." He growled. "Don't tell Cas that, he'll be mortified you heard us."
"It's pretty impossible not to, you idjits."
"Where is he?" Sam asked looking up from his laptop and over Dean's shoulder.
"He had to go. I don't know where but he said he'd be back soon." Just then came the familiar sound of Cas' wings only he was accompanied by a body thrown over his shoulder,
"Help!" He rasped, Sam instantly went for the body on Cas' shoulder and Dean reached for Cas before he fell over. Sam placed the boy on the cot in the study and looked at the face covered in dirt,
"It's Adam." Sam said astonished.
"Your brother?" Cas asked making it sound more like a statement.
"Yeah." Dean said moving closer to Cas. Adam was still out cold lying on the cot.
"Guess we just have to wait until he wakes up." Sam said with a sigh,
"Where'd you find him?" Sam asked.
"Crawling out of his grave." Cas said sourly,
"I don't know why the angels targeted him but I had to fight off a couple angles." Cas said gesturing towards a long but shallow gash on his stomach.
"Thanks for saving him, Cas." Sam said sincerely, Cas nodded and turned to Dean who looked distressed. Dean grazed his fingers along Cas' bare torso, avoiding eye contact.
"Let's go get your shirt and put something on this." Dean whispered.
"I think that's a good idea." Cas agreed, immediately picking up on Dean's mood. Cas followed Dean upstairs and into the bathroom. Dean wiped off the cut and taped a long piece of gauze over it incase it continued to bleed to keep it from staining his white shirt. He followed Dean into the bedroom and reapplied his shirt, fumbling with the buttons.
"Wouldn't you rather wear something more comfortable? Or at least with less layers?" Dean asked, sitting on the bed.
"I've never thought about it. It doesn't really matter to me." Cas said with a shrug. Dean nodded.
"Can't really picture you not wearing the trench coat anyway." Dean said plainly. Cas crawled into the bed behind Dean, pulling the hunter against his body.
"Do you know why the angels brought back Adam? I really don't want the kid getting sucked into all this Apocalypse crap." Dean asked.
"Your guess is as good as mine. Don't worry yourself about it, Dean." Cas said placing a kiss on Dean's forehead, "let's head back downstairs, maybe we can offer some actual help."
"Wait, Cas. I've been meaning to ask you something."
"Yes?"
"Have you noticed anything different about us? Like a change in our personalities?"
"Now that you mention it, yes." Cas said with a nod.
"Do you think it's weird? Like, why is that? Why am I so clingy and you're so...human?"
"I agree it's weird, but I don't know why it is. It's something I can look into." Dean nodded as he stood up off the bed and took his angel's hand in his own. The two walked downstairs hand in hand back to the study. Cas noticed Adam was still filthy from coming out of the ground. He pressed two of his fingers from his free hand against the boy's forehead and in an instant he was spotless.
"That was pretty cool." Dean said with a smile. He turned his attention back to Sam and Bobby, feeling a bit guilty about all the work they had been doing. There were papers everywhere, Sam was scrolling through his laptop, a look of distaste tugged at his eyebrows. Bobby was surrounded by a stack of books, completely engrossed in a rather large book that reminded Dean of a very creepy, furry, and comically angry textbook from a Harry Potter movie he recalled watching more than once.
"What books haven't you looked through yet?" He asked the reading pair who simultaneously pointed to a small stack of thick books without looking up from their respective research. Dean grabbed two of the books off the desk and tugged Cas down into the large armchair with him and the pair began reading. They were both fully engrossed when they heard Adam shifting on the cot. All four looked up at each other at the same moment and then to Adam. Sam, Dean, and Cas were all on their feet in an instant moving towards the boy. Bobby of course had to awkwardly wheel around his desk in the clunkly wheelchair he less than secretly loathed.
"Where am I?" Adam said frantically, eyes darting between the four men.
"It's okay," Sam assured, "just relax, you're safe."
"Who the hell are you?" Adam asked still shocked.
"Well you're gonna find this a little...a lot crazy but, we're actually your brothers." Dean said thinking it'd be fairly simple once they convinced the boy, but nothing was ever that simple in the day of Winchesters and company.
"It's true, John Winchester is our father too, I'm Sam..."
"Yeah and I'm sure that's Dean," Adam said cutting Sam off, equally confusing the whole room of hunters and angel, "look I know who you are."
"How?" Sam asked.
"They warned me about you."
"Who did?" Dean asked waryily.
"The angels." Adam said and the four turned and looked at each other knowing they were already screwed.
"Where the hell is Zachariah?!" Adam demanded and that was when Dean knew they were extra screwed. The four didn't know how to respond; instead they just looked at each other trying to think of what to say next.
"I inscribed your ribs. Angels won't be able to find you." Cas finally spoke up. Adam's mouth opened poised to yell at Cas but Dean cut him off,
"Obviously we all have a few unanswered questions. So let's just calm down and start from the beginning." Dean said pulling up a chair and sitting on it backwards. Cas moved protectively behind Dean and ran his fingers through Dean's hair trying to relax his hunter after he could feel the stress radiating off him. Sam leaned back against the desk and Adam looked from Cas' face, which was fixed on staring at Dean as he continued his attempts in relaxing the hunter, to Cas' hand, to Dean's face, who met his stare and raised his eye brows in a, 'you got something to say?' kind of way.
"So tell us what happened." Sam pressed noticing the staring contest.
"Well, I was dead, and in heaven, except it kind of looked like my prom. I was making out with this girl, and uh these angels, they popped up outta nowhere and they told me that I'm chosen." "For what?" Sam asked.
"To save the world." The boy said. Dean opened his eyes after having closed them, trying to relax into Cas' touch. Cas stopped moving his hand and looked up at the boy.
"How are you gonna do that?" Dean asked.
"Oh me and some archangel are going to kill the devil."
"What archangel?" Dean asked straightening up.
"Michael. I'm his sword or vessel or something." Dean turned to face Cas who looked deep in thought,
"That's insane isn't it?" Dean asked the angel.
"Not necessarily."
"Whaddya mean?"
"Maybe they're moving on from you, Dean."
"Well that doesn't make sense."
"He is John Winchester's bloodline and Sam's brother. It's not perfect but it's possible."
"You've got to be kidding me." Dean said annoyed.
"Why would they do this?" Sam said sounding equally upset.
"Maybe they're desperate."
"Look, no way. After everything's that happened? All that crap about destiny! Suddenly the angels have a plan B?! Does that smell right to anybody?!" Sam yelled.
"You know, this has been a really moving family reunion but, uh I got a thing so..." Adam said getting in an attempt to leave.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, no, no, no. Sit down. Just listen, okay? Please." Sam insisted. "Unbelievable." The boy groaned.
"The angels are lying to you. They're full of crap." Sam said angrily.
"Yeah I don't think so." Adam said with a smirk.
"Really?" Sam said with a laugh, "Why not?"
"Uh, because they're angels."
"Did they tell you they're gonna roast half the planet?"
"They said the fight might get pretty hairy but it is the devil right? So we gatta stop him."
"Yeah but there's another way." Sam tried and Dean glared up at him from his seat.
"Great, what is it?" Adam asked.
"Well we're working on the power of love." Dean said snidely.
"How's that going?"
"Mmm, not good." Dean said with a sarcastic smile. Cas gently shoved his head and Dean gave him a 'what the hell?' look.
"Look, Adam, you don't know me from a hole in the wall, I know, but I'm begging you, please, just trust me. Give me some time." Sam pleaded.
"Give me one good reason."
"Because we're blood."
"You got no right to say that to me."
"You're still John's boy." Bobby said angrily.
"No, John Winchester was just some guy who took me to a baseball game once a year, I don't have a dad. So, we may be blood, but we not family. My mom, is my family. And if I do my job, I get to see her again, so no offense, but she's the one I give a rat's ass about, not you." Dean looked down as the corner of his lip pulled up. If he was unsure whether Adam was a Winchester before, he was damn sure now.
"Fair enough. But if you have at least one good memory of Dad, just one, then you'll give us a little more time. Please." Sam tried.
"Fine. Whatever." Adam said frustrated knowing he wasn't going anywhere whether he agreed or not. Sam released a shallow breath and stood up.
"Go upstairs and get some rest. Cas and I will stay down here with him and read."
"Thanks." Sam said with a sigh. He climbed the stairs to his room and plopped down on his bed with an exasperated huff. He didn't want to deal with having to watch over the kid and protect him from the angels too. One brother being targeted by heaven was one thing but both of them? They were obviously more desperate then he had originally believed.
"Stop thinking so hard, you're making my head hurt." Sam jumped a mile at the sudden company.
"Crap Gabe! Don't do that." Sam said when he saw the angel at the foot of his bed.
"Dean lets Cas do it!" Gabe whined as he tried to join Sam in the bed.
"That's a lie." Sam scoffed as he scooted over to make room for the angel. Their relationship was still a little weird for him. He still couldn't believe what he had done the other night but as Gabriel inched closer to him he let his body rest against Gabriel's and he felt a strange sort of comfort from the light touch.
"I've missed you." Gabriel said before planting a soft kiss on Sam's jaw.
"I missed you too." Sam admitted, turning his head so he was facing the other man. Gabriel leaned forward and kissed Sam on the lips gently. The kiss was delicate, they weren't as hungry as the other night but yet it somehow left Sam wanting more. He let his kisses become more aggressive as he brushed his tongue along Gabriel's lower lip. Gabriel reciprocated and lifted off Sam's shirt.
"Not here, you can hear everything." Sam mumbled between kisses.
"I have a few more tricks up my sleeve than Cas." Gabriel whispered. Sam smirked and pressed his lips forcefully against Gabriel and pulled him closer.
"Keep that up Sammy and I may even let you be on top this time." Gabriel breathed with a smirk.
It was late when Sam finally went back downstairs to relieve his brother of watching Adam. Sam found the two still curled up in the oversized armchair each with books in their hands. He smiled and felt himself ache for Gabriel. He ignored it however telling himself he just spent four plus hours with him.
"I'll watch him for the rest of the night." Sam said as he approached his brother.
"Are you sure?" Cas asked the taller man, "I won't mind staying down here, I don't need to sleep."
"Yeah I'm sure. If I get tired maybe, but I'm fine for now. Thanks." Cas nodded and followed Dean up the stairs to their room. Dean pulled off his jeans and fell onto the bed and pulled Cas down with him after he also stripped down to nothing but boxers and a t-shirt.
"I need my four hours." Dean grumbled pulling the angel against his body. Their legs knitted together and Dean laced his fingers with Cas' and kissed him once before closing his eyes. Cas settled in against his boyfriend and smiled to himself. He couldn't remember when it happened, when he fell so hard for the hunter but looking at him now he couldn't remember a time when he wasn't in love with the hunter.
"I love you, Cas." Dean whispered, just on the cusp of sleep.
"I love you too, Dean" Cas whispered back and kissed his forehead.
Sam sat at the table across from Adam with a book open in front of him and an open beer. Adam stared down at his half eaten sandwich ready to scream over the silence.
"You know, you pitched this whole, dewy eyed bromance thing, but I'm really on lock down aren't I?" Adam said, having to break the silence.
"Adam, you may not believe it but Dad was trying to protect you, to keep you from all this."
"Yeah well I guess the monster that ate me didn't get that memo."
"You remember that?"
"Oh yeah." Adam said sourly.
"Still, trust me, the only thing worse than seeing Dad once a year, was seeing him all year."
"Do you know how full of crap you are?"
"What?"
"Really? It was me, and it was my mom. That's it. She worked the graveyard shift at the hospital, I cooked my own dinners, I put myself to bed. So you can say whatever you want about our dad but the truth is I would have taken anything. Alright?"
"You should tell that to Dean." Sam said with a smile
"What do you mean?"
"He would kill you if he heard you say that. He would have killed to have his mother. Instead she died when he was four. I was six months old. He pretty much single handedly raised me. He had to learn about the monsters under the bed and keep it from me. If you wanna know how lucky you are ask Dean." Sam said just a little annoyed, if Adam honestly thought he had it harder then them…. Adam sighed and stared at Sam angrily.
"I can't just let that kid take a bullet for me Cas."
"I know that, but that doesn't mean you have to take it."
"Well who will?" Dean said annoyed. Cas sighed and wrapped his arm around the hunter's waist. He sat there in silence with the other man leaning with his back against his chest. He looked around the room when his eyes landed on a guitar in the corner.
"Do you play?" Cas asked completely changing the subject as he motioned to the guitar.
"Yeah, kinda." Dean said with a shrug.
"Play me something." Dean stood up a walked over to the guitar. He sat down on the floor with his back against the bed. Cas laid back and ran his fingers through Dean's hair as he strummed and hummed along to the tune of Hey Jude Cas closed his eyes and hummed in pleasure.
"Sing." Cas asked.
"Ha, no." Dean said still strumming.
"Come on please." Cas begged. Dean sighed loudly.
"I swear, the things I do for you," He moved his fingers along the neck of the guitar and changed the song.
Someone's always coming around here trailing some new kill
Says I seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill
And what's a game of chance to you, to him is one
Of real skill
So glad to meet you
Angeles
Picking up the ticket shows there's money to be made
Go on and lose the gamble that's the history of the trade
Did you add up all the cards left to play to zero
And sign up with evil
Angeles
Don't start me trying now
Cos I'm all over it
Angeles
I could make you satisfied in everything you do
All your 'secret wishes' could right now be coming true
And be forever with my poison arms around you
No one's gonna fool around with us
No one's gonna fool around with us
So glad to meet you
Angeles
"Why don't you sing all the time?" Cas whispered, his eyes closed, a smile dancing on his lips. A small hum escaped his mouth before his eyes fluttered open again. A shiver ran through his spine and he never knew he could feel like this.
"Angel, you're in like, seventh heaven over there you okay?" Dean said as he returned the guitar to its original position.
"Mhhm." Cas whispered, "I love you."
"I know you do Angel, I love you too."
"I love when we have moments like these."
"Alright you've been watching too many chick flicks." Dean said with a smile. He didn't want to admit it but he sorta liked the sappy chick flick things when Cas said them. Maybe there is just something about love.
"That song was about angels." Cas swooned.
"Yeah." Dean said as he laid back down next to Cas.
"So is this what love feels like?" Cas asked feeling a pounding in his chest as Dean inched closer.
"Guess so." Dean whispered before kissing him.
"What do you mean Adam is gone?" The pair heard Sam shout as they came down the stairs. They moved faster towards the study.
"He just vanished!" Bobby yelled.
"The angels took him." Cas said calmly looking around the room.
"What do you mean the angels took him? You branded his ribs didn't ya'?" Bobby asked him.
"Yes. Adam must've tipped them."
"How?" Bobby asked confused.
"I don't know, maybe through a dream?"
"Well where would they have taken him?"
"The room they had taken you to." Cas said to Dean.
"You sure?" He asked the angel.
"Positive."
"I can go scope out the place. I'll be back in a minute."
"Goddamn it." Dean grumbled
"Dean calm down."
"No! I'm not gonna calm down! This is my fault."
"This is hardly your fault Dean. It's Zachariah's."
"The place is swamped with angels."
"Great. Freaking great."
"No Cas. No way. Absolutely not."
"Dean please,"
"No. It's not gonna happen. You could die Cas. I'm not helping you kill yourself."
"That's a risk I'm willing to take. Please Dean? It'll save Adam."
"No." Dean said firmly.
"Sam?" Cas asked turning towards him with the box cutter in his hand.
"No. Don't you dare Sam."
"Dean," Sam said in attempt to reason.
"No!" Dean shouted cutting him off.
"Then I'll just do it myself." Cas said annoyed.
"Why do you have to do it at all Cas? This doesn't have to be a scuicide mission."
"The three of us can't take on all five of those angels with one knife. Adam is trapped in there most likely with Zachariah. We need to help him." Dean sighed loudly clearly upset.
"Fine. But I will not do it for you. I can't". Cas turned to Sam and he took the box cutter out of his hands. Cas slipped the tie off from around his neck and placed it in Dean's hand. Dean shook his head and pushed it into his pocket. He turned so he wouldn't have to look as Sam traced the sigil into Castiel's torso. When Sam finished Cas buttoned up his shirt again and turned back to Dean.
"Dean?"
"Just, be careful, Angel" Dean whispered placing one of his hands on the angel's face,
"I won't die, I promise you." Cas whispered back. Dean leaned in and kissed the other forcefully. They pressed their foreheads together and closed their eyes.
"I love you, Cas."
"I love you, too Dean." Cas pulled away and turned the other way to avoid the hurt look in Dean's eyes. He took a deep breath before stepping into the warehouse. They waited for the flash of light before they pushed the door open. Dean ran into the room to find Adam on the ground with blood around his mouth.
"Adam are you okay?" Dean said bending over to help him up.
"You came for me." The boy whispered, dazed.
"Yeah, well you're family."
"It's a trap!" Adam warned.
"I figured." Dean groaned. He lifted the boy off the ground and back onto his feet. When he looked up Zachariah stepped in front of him.
"Dean, did you really think it was going to be that easy?" The conniving angel asked.
"Did you?" Dean asked with a smirk. Sam ran up behind him with the angel knife prepared to kill him when Zachariah turned and blocked him and sent him flying.
"Sam!" Dean yelled.
"You know what I've learned from this experience Dean? Patience." Just then Adam started coughing up blood.
"Leave him alone son of a bitch!"
"I mean I thought I was downsized for sure and for us, firing? Pretty damn literal. But I shoulda trusted the boss man. It's all playing out like he said. You, me, you're hemorrhaging brothers," Zachariah said as Sam also started coughing up blood, "your boyfriend is dead, or at least close to it. You're finally ready," Dean looked between the two with sadness filling his eyes, "you know there's no other choice, there's never been a choice."
"Stop! Stop it right now!" Dean begged as tears formed in his eyes.
"In exchange for what?" Zachariah connived.
"Damnit Zachariah! Stop it please! I'll do it." Dean whispered.
"I'm sorry what was that?"
"Okay yes! The answer is yes."
"Dean…" Sam groaned quietly.
"Do you hear me?! Call Michael down here you bastard!" Dean cried out
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"Do I look like I'm lying?" Zachariah smirked, clearly pleased with himself as he started calling to Michael in Enochian.
"He's coming." Zachariah said excitedly and the room started to shake. Dean turned to look at Sam still lying on the ground looking horrified, a small smile pulled at the corner of Dean's mouth and he winked at his brother.
"'Course I have some conditions." Dean yelled to Zach.
"What?" The angel asked.
"A few people who's safety you have to guarantee before I say yes."
"Sure make a list" Zachariah said practically brushing him off.
"But, most of all, Michael can't have me until he disingrates you."
"What did you say?"
"I said, before Michael gets one piece of this sweet ass he has to turn you into a piece of charcoal."
"You really think Michael's gonna go for that?"
"Who's more important to him now? You or me?" Dean spat. Zachariah reached out for him and grabbed him forcefully by his jacket collar.
"You listen to me, you're nothing but a maggot. Do you know who I am after I deliver you to Michael?"
"Expendable."
"Michael's not going to kill me." Zachariah said proudly.
"Maybe not. But I am." Dean growled sliding the angel knife down his sleeve and running it through Zachariah's head, "That's for Cas you bastard." The room's shaking escalated and Dean looked between his brothers. Dean dove for Adam and helped him up.
"Can you walk?" He asked him hurridly.
"Yeah." Adam said and Dean released his hold and went for Sam picking him up and hoisting him on his shoulder supporting him as the hurried towards the exit. Adam was close behind them, but not close enough and as Dean makes it out the door with Sam the door swings shut, trapping Adam inside.
"Dean! Help! It won't open!" Adam called from the other side. Dean grabbed for the handle but it burnt his hand.
"Dean! Dean help!" Adam called out again but the door kept burning Dean.
"Hold on we'll get you out!" Dean called but he still couldn't touch the door, the light started to get brighter and the painful ringing got louder.
"Adam can you hear me!?" Dean yelled but it was too light, the warehouse went silent and it was dark again. Dean reached for the handle finally able to open it and ran in
"Adam?" Dean yelled but he was gone. The beautiful room wasn't there anymore and it was nothing more than an abandoned office. Dean turned towards Sam and sighed sadly
"You think Adam's okay?" Sam asked his brother as they drove back to Bobby's.
"Doubt it." Dean said sadly, "Cas either." he chocked, "But we'll get him."
"So." Sam said looking to Dean.
"So what?"
"I saw your eyes. I know you, you were totally rockin' yes back there. So, what changed your mind?"
"Honestly? The damnedest thing. I mean, the world is ending, the walls are coming down on us and, I look over to you all I can think is, 'stupid sonovabitch brought me here.' I just couldn't let you down. Or Cas."
"You didn't. You almost did, but you didn't."
"I owe you an apology." Dean told his brother.
"No man, you don't."
"Just let me say something, I don't know if it's being a big brother or what but, to me you've always been this snot nosed kid I've had to keep on the straight and narrow, I think we both know that's not you anymore. I mean hell you've grown up enough to find faith in me, all I can do is return the favor. So screw destiny. I say we fight them our own way."
"Sounds good." Sam agreed with a smile.
Sam looked over at Dean and sucked in a deep breath wondering why in the world he was going through with what he was about to say.
"Dean? There's something I have to tell you." Sam said tentatively.
"Kay?" Dean said nervously.
"You're probably gonna be pissed." Sam started
"Geeze Sammy just tell me." Dean snapped. He'd been pretty pissy since Sam had tried to address the Cas situation, making this a poor time to choose to admit this to him.
"I've been seeing someone." Sam admitted.
"Where in the hell have you time to, 'see someone'?" Dean said increduliously.
"Uh, I've had a few chances." Sam said with a gulp.
"Ew, Sam. I don't want to know."
"Oh my God don't even." Sam said annoyed.
"So why am I supposed to be pissed?" Dean asked
"Because of who it is."
"Jesus who the hell is it?"
"Gabriel." Sam whispered.
"You're shittin' me Sammy." Dean said looking to Sam with a smirk.
"….no" Sam whispered again. There was a moment of silence as Dean stared at Sam his smile quickly fading to a glare.
"Are you SERIOUS? After all the SHIT he put us, put YOU, through and you're gonna be but buddies with the bastard?!"
"Dean," Sam tried but Dean cut him off.
"No. No Sam. There isn't much you can say."
"I love him." Sam said plainly.
"Oh give me a break." Dean said angrily.
"You can love Cas but I can't love Gabe?"
"Cas hasn't tried, nor actually killed us! It's completely different and you know it."
"Alright so maybe it is. Either way I love him. Give him a chance?"
"After what he did to us? After what he did to Cas? Yeah, no."
"He kinda grows on you. Come on Dean. Please?"
"I can hardly believe that." Dean said turned to look at his brother and he was met with a pair of puppy eyes and he sighed.
"God I hate when you do that. Fine. Fine. I'll try, but you have to tell Cas first."
"Alright." Sam said beeming. Dean rolled his eyes and shock his head. Bobby is gonna think we've gone crazy Dean thought with a smile.
a/n: So what'd you think? Kinda goofy huh? Oh well. And don't judge me on the part where I had Dean sing Angeles to Cas. I have been fangirling over Jensen singing for the past month and I couldn't help myself. I'll post a link at the end so those of you who haven't heard can bask in the orgasmic glory of Jensen singing and playing guitar. The song is also on iTunes btw. I bought that shizz. Lol. So next will be 5.19. This stuff is getting super tedious if you couldn't tell by how much I skipped. I just can't wait to get to the sequel 'cause that's all my own. I keep getting really excited about it. But fret not, I'll get there soon! Much love! Tootles!