At first, Sam thought about grabbing his gear, loading up the car, and getting the hell away from the town of West Yellowstone. Seeing his brother's eyes turn black in a blink, the way he trembled with the blade in his hand… It was hard enough seeing it once, but being confronted with those eyes a second time was enough to make Sam want to cry.

The worst thing was the feeling it was all his fault. If Sam hadn't pushed Dean away, maybe his brother wouldn't have teamed up with Crowley. Wouldn't have received the Mark. Wouldn't have sought out the First Blade. True, he had every right to be pissed about being possessed by Gadreel. But Family is the most important thing, even if that concept becomes a very warped form for morality.

With a heavy sigh, Sam sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his temples. He thought about sending a prayer to Castiel, but didn't think that was the right course of action. Bringing the angel in at this time would be more salt on the wound. Cas still believed in Dean, despite everything. Still believed that he could be saved and would be saved before he was completely gone to the darkness. Perhaps because Dean always believed the same about the angel.

But Sam… Sam didn't really believe. He'd been to the edge of the same blackness and knew, deep down, there was no coming back from it. Not without being somehow broken.

At some point in the night, he finally fell asleep, still fully dressed. It wasn't restful. It wasn't peaceful. Black eyes followed him everywhere he went in his dreams, along with visions of smoke and ash, and all the memories of the Cage. He was tense and shaking.

Then there was a hand on his shoulder, and Sam's eyes popped open just in time to see Deadpool's face before the world shifted and he slammed into frosty ground. Sam jumped to his feet, reaching for his weapon as he wheeled on the merc, but all he saw was a blink of light. A couple moment's later, Dean was standing in the same clearing, which Sam had barely registered as some sort of park. They had a second to glare at each other before Deadpool reappeared holding two large brown sacks.

"Mornin' Winchesters!" Wade said, smiling under his mask. He was wearing his full costume, his impressive amount of weaponry polished and ready for any battle. He sat the sacks on a nearby table, and started pulling out items, which basically amounted to about 20 breakfast burritos, a small sack of sauce packets, an orange, and six cups of coffee in a drink carrier.

"What the fuck is…" Dean started, still glaring at Sam.

"An intervention," Deadpool said as he shoved a cup of black coffee into Dean's hands. Then he turned to Sam, and said, "I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I flipped through your file and found you like cappucino with a double shot of espresso and a pump of sugar free vanilla." He held out the cup, adding, "Drink it in solidarity."

Sam frowned. He was too tired. He took the cup, popping the lid and taking a drink. It was still hot and scalded his tongue, but damn it was good coffee. Then his eyebrows shot up. "Did you say my file?"

Dean groaned. "What are you doing, Wade?"

"I told you, an intervention," the merc said as he handed both brothers a burrito. He gestured to the table. "We're going to sit in this park, eat breakfast, and then we're all going to leave bestest buddies. You dig?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "This is ridiculous."

"For once, I agree with Sam," Dean grumbled.

"Okay, but you're still 50 miles away from the hotel," Deadpool said with a smirk. "So sit your asses down, eat, and talk."

Dean frowned. Despite being able to move around in a blink, he didn't have the Merc's kind of range. Or if he did, he didn't know how to do it. The farthest he'd ever moved via teleportation was about two miles.

He plopped down at the table with a grumbled, "Fuck…"

Sam sat across the table and opened the burrito, which was dripping with grease. "Just looking at this makes my arteries harden."

Deadpool set the orange in front of him and smiled. "There ya go, Sammy. Nice and healthy."

"Can we just get to the point," Sam groaned, setting aside the burrito and picking up the orange. "You brought us out here. Start talking. Intervene so we can get back to work and find this demigod."

Dean was quietly eating his burrito, trying to ignore how badly he wanted to disappear. Or stab someone.

"Okay," Deadpool said after taking a bite of his first burrito. "Fact is, you two are a couple of dumbasses. Probably always have been, but that's beside the point."

Sam was about to disagree, but a finger in his face made him go silent.

"You," Deadpool started, "You have to learn to accept your brother as he is. All this exorcising and demon kniving is really not conducive to a healthy relationship."

Sam's brow furrowed and Dean smirked.

"And you," Deadpool said, turning to Dean who was seated beside him. "You need to stop being such a self-loathing cunt."

Dean frowned.

Deadpool picked up another burrito, and added as he slathered it in hot sauce, "But above all else, you two idiots need to stop with the half truths and lying bullshit. If there's one thing I hate-and I mean fuckin' hate-it's liars. You two are prime examples of why." He took a big bite, and while chewing, added, "The Winchesters are pretty damn famous. You're known to be the baddest hunters on this continent. You and your little angel buddy. But you're known as much by your fuck-ups as by your successes."

"Guess we can't all be you," Sam snarked, then did his best to shrink into a black hole upon getting the full force of the merc's glare.

"Fact is, I don't want you to be me." Deadpool gave Dean a meaningful look. "This world doesn't need more killers. It needs it's honest to God good guys. Now, it's obvious that you two have been experiencing friction for quite some time, if the books are anything to go by."

"Books?" Dean blurted. "You mean the Supernaturalbooks?"

"Is that…" Sam sighed. "The files. Our files. Are you talking about Carver Edlund's books?"

Deadpool grinned. "Hell yeah."

Sam was a little red faced. "You have to be kidding me."

The merc again opened his pouch, and pulled out Bugs, No Rest for the Wicked, and All Hell Breaks Loose.He plopped the well-worn books on the table. Sam and Dean shared a look, and almost in unison put a hand over their eyes.

"You've seriously read that crap?" Dean groaned.

"I have the entire series," Deadpool said with a grin. "My buddy Bob gave me the first one, and I got hooked. Then when I found out you two were real guys...Well, from one star of the bookshelf to another, I was a little excited to meet you."

Sam groaned.

Deadpool added, "The fanfiction is tre amusing, my friends."

"I'm going to find Chuck and fuckin' kill him," Dean said with the utmost sincerity as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is...This is really embarrassing."

"I told you back in Chapter 3, I know you better than you think, Chester."

"Chapter 3?" Sam asked, looking to his brother for an explanation.

Dean sighed. "Wade thinks that everything that is happening here right now, is all just some story. A comic book, to be precise. Complete with little boxes in his head that narrate everything that happens."

Sam cocked his head, looking at Deadpool with interest. The wheels in his head were visibly turning as he slowly nodded, and said, "Why not?"

Dean laughed. "Are you serious?"

With a shrug, Sam said, "Well, think about it. Our lives are in books. Literally, the last however many years of our lives are on paper. Everything we've done, good or bad. Straight from the angels to Chuck." Sam laughed, gesturing to Deadpool. "Why would we be the only ones?"

"Little Winchester is a brain," Yellow said appreciatively. "We should pet him."

"But we like Chester. No petting little brothers!" White snapped.

Dean sighed. "The Gospel of Wade."

"Has a nice ring to it." Deadpool grinned, looking from brother to brother. "Feeling better?"

It took a moment for the brothers to understand what the hell the merc was talking about. Then they remembered. Right. Intervention. Breakfast burritos. Kidnapping…

"Oh…" Sam looked at his brother. He had not forgotten the black eyes, or that Dean was a barely contained ball of rage waiting to explode. Just for a moment, he let it slide. He took a deep breath, and said to Dean, "Look, uh, I'm sorry for trying to exorcise you. Honestly, I thought it wasn't you.But when I knew it was you, I…" Tears sprang to his eyes, as he said, "I never wanted to see you like that. You're my brother. And there was so much badbetween us. I thought you were really, truly gone."

"Sammy…" Dean looked down, trying to find the words he wanted to say, but nothing was coming. Then he felt Wade's hand on his shoulder, and he realized he had to say something. "Uh...I...We…" Nothing was coming. Nothing.

Deadpool sighed, giving Dean's shoulder a shove. "Just fuckin' hug it out so we can finish breakfast."