A/N: Sheesh. That's all I have to say...sheesh.

Anyways I'm exhausted; this course just has a lot of content for me to really understand and grasp and it's taking up a lot of my free time to complete assignments, read pages of notes and go over everything. X) I love it! lol

Anyways, this was done a long time ago and then school really kicked off for me so I never got the time to post either of these two chapters X) sorry about the long wait everyone and thanks for being so patient with me! Not like you had a choice in the matter...buuuut ;)

So I should mention, stuff where Dean and Sam interact in these chapters and others I have taken a lot from the actual transcripts, or watched the shows episodes enough times where I knew what they said and put it on here. Unfortunately that's not my creativeness it's the writers who make Sam, Dean, Chuck, Castiel and so on the awesome characters that we love today and enjoy on the screen :) so obviously these aren't my characters, I'm just having fun with them and I make absolutely no money off of this. My only kick is hoping you guys enjoy the story :)

Anyways I hope to get chapter 35 posted asap we shall see how it goes, but otherwise I hope you all enjoy these next two chappies!

Celest ^I^

PS thanks to Star who went over these for me :)

Castiel nods at him respectfully at being acknowledged. "It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I... admire your work greatly." At that he picks up one of the dog eared texts sitting innocently on the table and begins to thumb through the pages.

Dean held up his hands as if an effort to stop the conversation flowing around him. "Whoa, whoa, what? This guy, a prophet? Come on, he's – he's... he's practically a Penthouse Forum writer." He turns to Chuck who raises his eyebrows at him. "Did you know about this?"

Chuck stumbles over to one of his overused armchairs and cracks a brand new bottle of whiskey open, taking a swig straight from the bottle. He rubs his eyes tiredly before he's able to stammer a response.

"I, uh, I might have dreamt about it." He begins cautiously.

"And you didn't tell us?!"

Chuck gapes at him like a fish out of water. "It was too preposterous. Not to mention arrogant. I mean, writing yourself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M. Night-level douchiness." He finishes this tirade and desperately gulps down the whisky.

Dean walks over to Castiel and says quietly into his ear, "This is the guy who decides our fate?"

Castiel shakes his head. "He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouthpiece – a conduit, if you will, for the inspired word."

"The word? The word of god? What, like the new, new testament?"

"One day, these books – they'll be known as the Winchester gospel," Castiel stated closing the book gently.

Dean and Chuck both stared at the angel in bafflement. "You've got to be shitting me."

Castiel looked at the two of them, his blue eyes piercing. "I am not... shitting you," he said haltingly as if testing the new words in his mouth.

Chuck ran his hand through his untidy, dirty hair. "If you'd both please excuse me one minute." He slowly stands, while still clutching the bottle, and steadily makes his way up the stairs.

Dean watches him until he disappears on the landing upstairs. Rounding on Castiel he glares. "Him? Really?"

Castiel shrugs casually as if it were no big deal. "You should've seen Luke." He offers this bit of information as if thinking it would appease the irate hunter beside him.

Dean ignores this and points randomly at the ceiling; signifying Chuck upstairs. "Why'd he get tapped?"

"I don't know how prophets are chosen. The order comes from high up on the celestial chain of command," Castiel explains gently.

"How high?"

Castiel merely gives him one of his ice blue stares. "Very."

Dean shrugs at that, scratching his chin. "Well, whatever. How do we get around this?"

Castiel frowns in puzzlement. "Around what?"

Dean motions outside vaguely. "The Sam-Lilith love connection. How do we stop it from happening?"

Castiel looked out the window. "What the prophet has written can't be unwritten. As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass."

"Fantastic," Dean muttered out.

He leaves Chucks' place at that and gets back in the Impala gunning the engine. Pealing down the street to the constant flapping of the black tarp in his back window he grits his teeth. Pulling into the motel parking lot merely a few minutes later, he parks and gets out. He sees the neon sign now reading "Red Motel" and rolls his eyes shaking his head. Walking up to the door he lets himself in.

"You two grab your stuff and come on," Dean said walking in in a flurry as he gestures at them, "we're getting out of here."

Amy frowned at that. "What? Where? It's not like we can exactly swim." Sam looks at her and subtly shakes his head. She has a vivid impression of a thought come through. 'Don't tell him!' She winces at the thought but bites her lip. As much as she wants to get them all out of here something tells her she can't.

Dean seemingly unaware of the exchange grabs his stuff and throws the bag near the door. "Anywhere, okay? Out of this motel, out of this town. I don't care if we got to swim, we are getting out." Then he looks around all confused. " Dude, where are all the hex bags?"

Amy's heart rate speeds up at this question. Dean's going to blow a gasket when he finds out what Sam did and she did nothing to stop him.

"I burned them." Sam offers simply in way of an explanation to his brother.

"You what?"

"Look, if Lilith is coming, which is a big "if" –" Sam said with his hands out helplessly as he turns to his brother.

Dean shakes his adamantly. "No, no, no. It's more than an "if." Chuck is not a psychic. He's a prophet."

"What?" asks Sam in confusion.

"Shut the front door," Amy exclaims standing up quickly from her seat. In her haste she knocked the chair back to the floor, resulting in a harsh clatter resounding around the room and likewise wincing. "He's a prophet?"

Dean frowns in confusion. "Uh yeah. Look Cass showed up, and apparently Chuck is writing the gospel of us."

Amy snorts at this. "Unbelievable; it makes perfect sense."

Sam shrugs his shoulders. "Okay."

Dean nods at that, thinking that his brother is on board finally. "Okay. Let's get the hell out of here."

"No."

"Lilith is gonna slaughter you," Dean says to his brother harshly his frown deepening on his face. Amy looks at the younger Winchester but he seems steeled in his decision.

"Maybe she will, maybe she won't," Sam stated confidently with a shrug.

"So what? You think you can take her?"

"Sam think about this," Amy began, "she's incredibly powerful. I mean, I've never met her, thank God for that," she holds up right hand, "but you can't take her like this."

Sam shook his head at that. "Only one way to find out guys, and I say bring her on."

"Sam..." Dean begins in defeat. Amy can feel her heart wrench in her chest. Not just because of the heartbroken tone of voice coming from Dean but she feels like she's a witness to one of the many splinters of the brother's relationship.

"You think I'll do it, don't you?" Sam states glaring at his brother, "You think I'll go dark side."

Dean rolls his eyes and throws his hands up in defeat. "Yes! Okay? Yes. The way you've been acting lately? The things you've been doing?"

Sam looks up at his brother's confession startled. Amy knew what Sam had been doing, he had just told her, or she had inadvertently found out. But, Dean wasn't supposed to know yet, right?

"Oh, I know. How you ripped Alastair apart like it was nothing, like you were swatting a fly. Cass told me, okay?" Dean said continuing on.

"What else did he tell you?"

Dean frowned in confusion at that. "Nothing I don't already know. That you've been using your psychic crap, and you've been getting stronger. We just don't know why, and we don't know how."

Sam sighed at that. "It's not what you think."

"Sam," she hisses out at him. Sam glares at her next and shakes his head.

Dean glances between the two of them in anger, knowing that he's the odd man out. "So that's how it is, huh? Amy knows what's going on and you won't even bother to tell me? To trust me? I'm your own brother man! Tell me! I'm at a total loss for words here." When Sam remained mute and refused to answer he huffed in frustration, grabbed the bag, and grabbed the door handle. "Are you coming or not?"

"No."

"And you?" He looks at Amy, anger making his green/blue eyes seemingly glow in luminosity.

Slowly she shakes her head. "Dean, we can't just leave him here, by himself, against Lilith."

She can see his jaw clench in frustration. He begins to turn the doorknob, pauses, then throws his bag forcefully down onto the floor and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. The echo of his departure reverberates through the small space. Sam sighs tiredly and Amy offers him a wan smile.

"I'll go after him," she tells him reassuringly, "Just sit tight, we'll be right back." With that she walks out of the motel room and onto the blacktop outside their room. She looks around for the lost brother and then sees him shifting against the soda machine popping quarters into the slot. Walking up to him hesitantly she offers him a stray smile as he looks at her.

"What do you want?" he asks gruffly.

She shrugs her shoulders. "Don't be mad at him, Dean. He's just doing what he thinks is right."

Dean scoffs at that. "You mean at trying to get himself killed?"

She frowns at that. "No, Dean his whole life he's tried to do right by you and everyone he cares about. Yes, he has made mistakes, and he will continue to do so in his life but that doesn't mean you have the right to just shut down on him and stop being his big brother."

Dean looks at her with new interest. "When did you get so wise?"

Amy put her hands in her pockets and gave a dry chuckle. "From quite a bit of experience. Look, we can't just leave him, not with Lilith coming here. He needs friends… He needs family."

Dean looks at her and its quiet for a few minutes. Finally, he chuckles and looks up at the night sky. "I think we're gonna need a little more than that." Stepping back he takes a deep breath. "Well, I feel stupid doing this. But... I am fresh out of options. So please. I need some help. I'm praying, okay? Come on. Please."

Amy frowns in confusion but hears the rustle of wings, and the gentle swish of wind that signifies an angel landing. "Prayer is a sign of faith. This is a good thing, Dean." A gravelly voice says from behind her. She turns and takes in the appearance of the man standing before her. He's wearing a beige trench coat, with a black suit underneath. The tie has been loosened around his throat, and he wears black dress shoes on his feet. He has messy black hair and his facial features are striking, but the main thing that pulls her in are his eyes. He has the most crystal-clear blue eyes she has ever seen.

Dean points at the both of them. "Amy, Cass, Cass Amy. Okay, so does that mean you'll help us?"

Castiel says, "I'm not sure what I can do." He doesn't take his eyes off her as he answers Dean though. She feels slightly unnerved at his constant stare, the way he doesn't blink his eyes and gazes at her as if she's a fascinating science experiment. She shifts uncomfortably.

Dean takes in her discomfort and glares at Cass. "Hey, don't make her so uncomfortable would you?"

Castiel looks at Dean then. "I don't mean to make her feel uncomfortable; however, I have not been able to witness one alive for many thousands of years." Her heart stopped at that and Dean glanced at her in confusion.

"Witness one what?"

"A nephilim of course." Cass answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Wait," he spun around and stared at her, "You're a nephilim!? You're with these dick bags?"

Whatever she was expecting it wasn't that. Her mouth flopped open in outrage as she glared at him. "Excuse me, but no!" pointing at her chest she continued, "I didn't always know alright? I only found out quite recently, with all things considered. Look, Dean, I told Sam all about this. He knows, so ask him later if you need anything clarified. But right now isn't your first priority to try and figure a way out of this mess? Not stand here and grill me about my family tree? I'm on your side and I'm trying to help!"

Dean glared at her for a few minutes then slowly walked up to her. He stopped when there was only an inch of space between them and lifted a threatening finger at her. "If I so much as think you're a threat to either my brother or me, I won't hesitate to end you. Are we clear on that?"

Amy stared back at him equally enraged that he wouldn't trust her anymore just based off the fact of who sired her. "Crystal."

He gave her a harsh glare for a few minutes then nodded. Turning back to Cass, who had been watching this all fascinated he said to the angel, "Drag Sam out of here, now. Before Lilith shows up."

"It's a prophecy. I can't interfere."

"You have tested me and thrown me every which way. And I have never asked for anything. Not a damn thing. But now I'm asking. I need your help. Please." Dean pleaded with the angel desperately.

Castiel sighed. "What you're asking, it's... not within my power to do."

Dean reeled back as if slapped. "Why? 'Cause its "divine prophecy"?"

"Yes," Castiel said as if it were common knowledge that Dean should have known.

"So, what," Dean throws his hands up in defeat, "We're just supposed to sit around and, and wait for it to happen?"

Castiel looks down at the pavement. "I'm sorry."

Dean's eyes narrow at the angel and he grits his teeth in anger. "Screw you. You and your mission. You're God. If you don't help me now, then when the time comes and you need me... don't bother knocking. Amy come on we'll think of something else." With that her, and Dean, brush past Cass and head in the opposite direction. They only get a few feet when the sound of Castiel's voice forces them to halt.

"Dean. Dean!" Castiel shouts at them.

"What?!" Dean shouts back in aggravation, turning back around to confront the angel.

Castiel walks back up to them, an imploring look over his features. "You must understand why I can't intercede. Prophets are very special. They're protected."

"I get that."

Castiel continues as if he hadn't heard him. "If anything threatens a prophet, anything at all, an archangel will appear to destroy that threat. Archangels are fierce. They're absolute. They're heaven's most terrifying weapon."

Amy's eyes brightened at that tidbit of information. "And these archangels," she began hesitantly, "They're tied to prophets?"

Castiel looked at her and nodded. "Yes."

Dean finally catching on scratches his chin. "So if a prophet was in the same room, let's say, as a demon –"

"Then the most fearsome wrath of heaven would rain down on that demon. Just so you understand... why I can't help," Castiel finished lamely a small spark burning in his eyes.

"Thanks, Cass."

Castiel nodded to the both of them. "Good luck."

~x~

At Chuck's Place

~x~

Chuck is sprawled on the couch when the two of them walk into his home unannounced. A whiskey bottle sits prone on the floor, just below his fingers and the blue light of the TV highlighting his visage. He looks up at them, surprise in his features that they were there.

"What are you doing here? I didn't write this," he says in confusion.

Dean walks over to him quickly, yet calmly, and manhandles him off the couch and towards the door. "Come on. I need you to come with us. NOW."

Chuck sputters in indignation. "What? Where?"

Amy answers for him as he drags Chuck closer. "To the motel where Sam is."

Chuck's mouth drops open and he tries to dig his heels into the wood paneling floor. "That's where Lilith is."

"Yeah, exactly. We need you to stop her."

"Are you insane?" Chuck sputters, panic infusing his body making him more rigid. "Lilith? I know what she's capable of, Dean. I wrote her."

Dean stops and looks directly at the guy, eye contact and all. "All right, listen to me. You have an archangel tethered to you, okay? All you got to do is show up and boom! Lilith gets smoked."

"But I-I haven't seen that yet. Th-the story –"

Amy sighs at this and looks at the clock. "Chuck, you're the only hope that we have in trying to call this off. If you can't do it…"

"But... I'm just a writer."

"This isn't a story anymore, man. This is real! And you're in it! Now, I need you to get off your ass and fight. Come on, Chuck," Dean says harshly as he begins dragging the prophet out the door.

"No friggin' way," Chuck says as he panics and grabs the doorjamb.

"Okay, well, then, how about this – I've got a gun in my pocket, and if you don't come with me, I'll blow your brains out," Dean says to him.

"Dean!" Amy exclaims.

Chuck looks at him as if trying to decide if he's lying through his teeth. "I thought you said I was protected by an archangel."

Dean shrugs and looks up at the ceiling. "Well, interesting exercise. Let's see who the quicker draw is."

~x~

Outside the Motel with Chuck, Amy and Dean

~x~

The Impala roars into the spot and they all scramble out of the car. Chuck heaves in deep breaths as he looks at the door worriedly. He seems frozen to the asphalt and Amy knows he's having another panic attack. That would only make the tenth one since getting in the car.

"Chuck now is not a good time to start hyperventilating," Amy tells the prophet.

"I know, I know, just give me a minute would you?" he asks as he hunches over, puts his head between his knees and breathes deeply. Dean looks back at him aghast.

"You've got to be kidding me," he says coming over. He grabs Chuck and hoists the poor guy closer to the door. "We don't exactly have time, Chuck for you to find your center and all that yoga crap. I need you to get in there and work your magic."

"Dean he may not be able to if he spews chunks all over the floor," Amy says from right behind him.

Dean grins back at her. "That's the beauty of it though, it doesn't matter if he pukes on her or not, so long as it's in the same room." With that he bursts open the door and the three of them spill into the small room. Lilith snaps around and glares at them. Amy can't help but take a fast inhale when Lilith's eyes roll back to expose her blue orbs again. She sneers at them all.

Chuck takes a hasty step forward and raises his hand nervously. "I am the prophet Chuck!" He exclaims shakily.

Lilith's upper lip curls at that. "You've got to be joking." She leaves Sam behind and starts to stalk closer to the shaking prophet standing in the middle of the room. Amy begins to feel heat coursing through her body as she moves closer, like a knee jerk reaction to the imminent danger of the prophet. She can feel a slight trembling encompass the room but ignores it as she comes closer. Dean glances at her in confusion.

"Oh, this is no joke," he tells Lilith. The trembling of the room becomes more pronounced, and a great, blinding white light begins to pour through the windows from outside. The ringing in the room becomes so pronounced that Dean has to shout in order to be overheard above the din. "You see, Chuck here's got an archangel on his shoulder. You've got about 10 seconds before this room is full of wrath and you're a piece of charcoal. You sure you want to tango with that?"

Lilith looks back at Sam one last time, then opens her mouth wide and screams. Black smoke issues from her mouth and disappears out a vent. Slowly the light, ringing and trembling all fade away and they all let out a deep breath. Amy feels her body cool down, as the part of her grace subsides for the time being. They all look at each other in relief.

~x~

An Hour Later

~x~

"You're sure?" asks Dean for the hundredth time.

The three of them were standing outside the motel room, talking in front of the Impala. Chuck had just left not too long ago. He said he needed to lie down, which she had no trouble believing. The poor guy looked like he was ready to pass out. With a mumbled farewell to everyone he had shuffled away in the night claiming he needed to air out his brain from that incident.

She looked back at the two brothers who were staring at her intently. "Dean," she began arching her eyebrows, "I thought you felt threatened by me."

Dean scoffed. "Not threatened, no. But it's dangerous out there shouldn't you-"

Amy laughed at that. "It's always dangerous out there," she said waving her arm behind her vaguely, "the important thing is that you don't let it get to you. And allow it to force you to live your life any differently than how you normally would."

"Amy if you need anything, anything at all, just give us a call," Sam said as he held out a slip of paper. She took it from him and smiled when she saw the two phone numbers.

"I'll keep this safe," she said waving it in the air.

They both smiled at her, and Dean shuffled his feet. "So there's nothing you can really tell us?"

Amy shook her head again. They had been asking the same question now for a while since Chuck had left and it killed her to always have to give them the same answer. "No, I'm sorry, Dean. But I promise you both if I do ever hear anything I'll give you guys a ring so you know as soon as I do. Sound good?"

They nodded at that. Sam grabbed her and gave her a big hug, which even though she was a nephilim she could have sworn she felt her ribs creak. Dean gave her one too, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Take care, Aim." said Sam gently.

"Yeah and keep that trickster of yours in line would you?" Dean said in annoyance.

She snorted and paced away from them a few feet. "I can't really promise that, Dean. Sorry." With a whisper of feathers and a small gust of wind she was gone, leaving the brothers alone in the parking lot.

A/N: Next chapter!