Author's Note: Wow, so I wrote this chapter like last month and uploaded it, but apparently I totally forgot to publish it. Luckily, I was feeling all inspired to write when I realized that this chapter has just been sitting here... anyway, my bad :)

"Yeah, no, this is good. Really." Dean said sarcastically as he paced back and forth in Bobby's study. We all glanced up at him in annoyance since we were the only ones doing any work. "Ten months of turned pages and screwed pooches, but tonight, tonight's when the magic happens." Dylan tossed her book on the desk and let out a frustrated sigh.

"You know you could pick up a book and help us learn something. This thing you're doing; standing over us, bitching, is not helping." She said to him. Dean cocked his head to the side and gave her a fake smile.

"Yeah, well why don't you let me get out of your hair then." Dean replied. Everyone stopped their reading to look up at him.

"What the hell happened to you?" Bobby asked, reading everyone else's mind.

"Reality happened." Dean declared. "Nuclear is the only option we have left. Michael can ice the devil; save a boat load of people!"

"But not all of them! We have to think of something else."

"Yeah, well that's easy for you to say. But if Lucifer burns this mother down and I could have done something about it, guess what. That's on me!"

"No, Dean." Kimberly spoke suddenly. "That's on us. When are you going to get over yourself and realize that we are here to help! And that if we fail, it's on all of us!"

"But it's my mess!"

"Actually, it's our mess." Sam interjected. "You broke the first seal? Well, guess what? I broke the last one! We let him out, Dean! We!"

"Yeah, and then we went ahead and dragged three innocent girls into the mix! Why do they have to die because of what we did? What I started?"

"Who said anything about us dying, Dean?" I asked. "I sure as hell don't plan on it. Now, are you really filled with that much hubris to think that you're the only one who can kick some demon ass?"

"We're talking about Lucifer here!" Kimberly yelled. "He's magic! You can't fight magic with bullets. So, yes, we are volunteering our services because we are the Charmed Ones and this is our job. Not because you dragged us into this!" The room was tense with silence but suddenly Castiel gasped and grabbed his head.

"Cass, you okay?" Sam asked.

"No."

"What's wrong?"

"Something's happening."

"Where?" asked Dean. Castiel only glanced at him before flapping his wings and disappearing before our very eyes.

Dean went out back to find Kimberly leaning against the impala. He walked right up to her and stared her down. She raised her angular brows at him curiously.

"Okay, are you going to tell me what's going on with you?" Dean asked. Kimberly's pout curled up into a smirk.

"What do you mean?"

"One minute you're jumping my bones and the next you're ripping out my jugular. I just can't keep up with your mood swings. I mean, I'm getting whiplash here."

"Dean, you know how I feel."

"No, I don't actually. I'm the one that wrote you a letter saying everything that needed to be said. Remember?" Kimberly's smile disappeared and she stared at him with a straight face.

"What's the point?" she asked. Dean cocked his head back in confusion. "What's the point in telling you how I feel if you're just going to check out on me anyway?" Kimberly stared searchingly into Dean's eyes. "I mean, one minute you're fighting for me and the next, you're giving up? You're not the only person suffering from whiplash here, Dean." Kimberly spoke before stepped past him and going back inside the house.

Dean had just reentered the house, in search of a desperately needed beer, when Castiel popped up asking for help.

"Guys?" Bobby called. Everyone rushed into his study to find Castiel standing over a body that looked like it had literally been pulled from the ground. My sisters and I were shocked, but our looks of surprise failed in comparison to Sam and Dean. "Who is it?" Bobby asked them.

"That's our brother." Sam whispered in shock. Our eyes went wide.

"Wait, there's another one?" Dylan asked.

"Your dead brother? As in Adam?" I asked. Sam nodded. He had told me about his death when we were dating and yet here I was, looking at a young man who seemed to be in pretty good shape if you ignored all the dirt.

"Cass, what the hell?" Dean asked. Castiel simply answered by placing two angel blades on the desk and saying one word.

"Angels."

"Angels? Why?" Sam asked. Castiel shrugged.

"I know one thing for sure. We need to hide him now." Cass went over to Adam and placed his hand on the boy's chest. With a glow of his hand and a gasp from Adam, the supposed corpse was sitting up and breathing.

"Where am I?" he asked.

"Okay, so no brain damage." Dylan said. We all looked at her in disbelief.

"Dylan!" Kimberly scolded. She shrugged in response.

"I'm just saying! He can talk."

"It's okay." Sam spoke to Adam. "Relax. You're safe."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Yup, he's a Winchester alright." I said, not being able to help myself. Dean rolled his eyes at me.

"You're going to find this a little… a lot crazy, but we're actually your brothers." Dean answered him.

"It's the truth. John Winchester's our father too." Sam added. "See, I'm Sam."

"Yeah, and I'm sure that's Dean." Adam responded to everyone's surprise. "I know who you are."

"How?" Sam asked.

"They warned me about you."

"Who did?" Dean asked.

"The Angels. Now, where the hell is Zachariah!"

"Okay," Kimberly spoke while simultaneously freezing the youngest Winchester. "Someone's going to have to catch me up to speed. Isn't Zachariah the angel that sent you to the future? How does your brother even know him?"

"Let's ask." Dean suggested. Kimberly unfroze the room.

Everyone took a seat in the room.

"So, why don't you just tell us everything? Start at the beginning." Dean told Adam.

"Well, I was dead," he began with a sigh, "And in heaven… except it-it kind of looked like my prom. I was making out with this girl. Her name was Kristin McGee."

"Yeah, that sounds like heaven." Dean interjected. "Did you get to third base?"

"Really?" Kimberly asked in disapproval. "Really Dean?"

"Just… just keep going." Sam said with a sigh.

"Well these angels, they popped out of nowhere and they tell me that I'm chosen."

"For what?" Kimberly asked.

"To save the world." Dean and Sam share a serious look.

"How are you going to do that?" Dean asked.

"Oh, me and some archangel are going to kill the devil." Adam spoke nonchalantly. Dean furrowed his brows.

"What archangel?"

"Michael. I'm his, uh, sword or vessel or something. I don't know." Dylan laughed.

"Well, ain't that a slap in the face, huh Dean?" Dean chuckled uncomfortably.

"That's insane."

"Not necessarily." Castiel objected.

"How do you mean?"

"Maybe they're moving on from you, Dean."

"But, that doesn't make sense."

"Can they do that?" I asked.

"He is John Winchester's bloodline. Sam's brother. It's not perfect, but it's possible."

"You have got to be kidding me." Dean groaned.

"Why would they do this?" Sam asked, appalled.

"Maybe they're desperate." Castiel answered. "Maybe they wrongly assumed Dean would be brave enough to withstand them."

"Alright, you know what? Blow me, Cass." Dean shot back weakly.

"Please do. Lord knows the jerk ain't getting it from me." Kimberly said bitterly.

"Look, no way! After everything that's happened, all that crap about destiny, suddenly the angels have a plan B?" Sam declined the notion. "I mean, does that smell right to anybody?"

"You know, this has been a real moving family reunion," Adam started. "But, uh, I've got a thing, so…" he trailed off.

"Sit down." I ordered. Adam's pale green eyes shot in my direction and he stared at me with question in his eyes.

"Oh, and who are you?" he asked rudely.

"Adam-" Sam began but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"I see your angel buddies didn't mention us to you which is surprising because, you see, I've got this new power that I can't yet control. And if you force me to make you sit, I may accidentally kill you. Again. So to save you the trouble of getting your bones shattered, Dylan…" I trailed off with a smile.

"Chair." She called and before he knew it, Adam was in a new found seat.

"Isn't it funny what the trusty angels forgot to mention?" I continued. "Maybe we should sit down and discuss what other details they forgot to tell you that could put your second chance at life, at risk. Yeah?"

"Sorry, she's not usually this unpleasant, but we don't have the option of being gentle. What you're saying… what you are planning to do… is dangerous and wrong and not the way you want to go about saving the world. Either of you." Kimberly said, pointedly glancing at Dean.

"Just take a minute and listen." Sam added in a softer tone. "The angels are lying to you. They're full of crap!" Adam began to giggle.

"Yeah, I don't think so."

"Really?" Sam said with a scoff. "Why not?"

"Um, because they're angels."

"Aw, well isn't that precious." Dylan mocked. "I bet they left out the part where they roast half the planet."

"Actually, they said the fight might get pretty hairy, but, it is the devil, right?" Adam shot back.

"So, the smart ass gene just runs through the family?" she asked. Adam rolled his eyes.

"We have to stop him!" he declared.

"Yeah, but there's another way." Sam clarified. Dean gave a noticeable look of disbelief.

"Great, what is it?"

"Well, we're working on the power of love." Dean said being a smart ass.

"How's that going?"

"Mmm, not good."

"Shut up, Dean. There is another way." Kimberly said.

"Really? If Michael and I don't stop Lucifer, who's the lucky SOBs that will?" Adam asked.

"You're looking at 'em." I said with folded arms. Adam scoffed.

"You?"

"If the time comes and nothing else works, then yeah. Us." Dylan spoke.

"You know, it's real funny how none of you are as powerful as us, and yet all of you underestimate us." I said in disdain.

"They're powerful witches, Adam." Sam spoke to my surprise. "We may not want them to face Lucifer, but if anyone can, they can."

"Someone had a change of heart." I said with a smile.

"I still don't want you guys doing this, and if I can find another way, I will, but going with the Charmed Ones sounds way better than going with Michael." Dean scoffed.

"Unbelievable." He muttered.

"Well, they might be sold, but I'm not." Adam said.

"Look, I know you don't know us from a hole in the wall, but you've got to trust me." Sam pleaded.

"Give me one good reason."

"Because we're blood." Adam frowned in response.

"You got no right to say that to me."

"You're still John's boy." Bobby spoke in Sam's defense.

"No, John Winchester was 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 are 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."

"Fair enough." Sam said. "But if you have one good memory of dad, just one, then you'll give us a little more time."

Adam waited until everyone seemed occupied with their own crap before making a break for it. Unfortunately for him, he's not as sneaky as Sam.

"Going somewhere?" Sam asked. Adam froze at the door and scratched the back of his neck.

"Uh, I was going to get a beer."

"Great. We have beer. Have a seat."

"Great." Adam said with a sigh as he went back to his seat. I had just caught the end of his tiff with Sam when I walked back into the kitchen. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and Sam gave me a slight smile.

"Maybe you'll have better luck with him." He came over and muttered to me before disappearing. I looked at Adam and sighed.

"Go easy on him. He's having a tough year." I said as I sat down in front of him.

"You don't have to babysit me." Adam spoke firmly. I rolled my eyes and took a chug of beer.

"You're right. I could put crystals down so that you couldn't leave, but I'm not. Because I get it." Adam gave me a 'yeah right' face and a chuckle. "Okay, I haven't been dead for over a year but I get the no father thing. And I'm just saying I know it's rough. But don't bite Sam's head off. He's only trying to help you. He didn't know he had a little brother before, but he knows now and you're back now. He's trying to do right by you."

"What is it with you two? Are you together?" I clenched my jaw and took a swig of my beer.

"The only one here in a functional relationship is Dylan. Kimberly and Dean are complicated. Sam and I… well, we aren't together anymore."

"He screwed it up?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, I guess he did." Adam leaned forward.

"So then why are you defending him."

"Because people make mistakes. They do stupid things from time to time but Sam's one of the good ones. I know that."

"You still love him."

"Yes."

"And Kimberly has Dean."

"Yup."

"Are you sure Dylan doesn't want a Winchester?"

"After the hell Sam and Dean put us through? Hell no. You're cute and all but save yourself the embarrassment." Adam scoffed with a smile.

"Ouch. You're kind of a bitch." I shrugged and laughed.

"I know. Which reminds me… I'm sorry about earlier. The whole, I'm a kick ass witch and I'll break your bones thing… I just couldn't let you march out of the house and get yourself possessed. And if I didn't stop you, Sam and Dean would and then there'd be more tension between you brothers and I couldn't have that."

"So, you were just trying to keep the peace?" I nodded. "By threatening violence?"

"Hey, shut up. It worked, didn't it?" The two of us laughed and I realized that Sam was right. Adam would fit right in.