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Part 21:
"Let him go." Sam snarled.
Adam - no, Michael - Kae corrected herself - shook his head. "He came here of his own free will and attacked me."
"He came here to get Adam back," she shot back.
Michael smiled and shook his head. He grabbed Dean by his hair and pulled him up, getting him up onto his knees.
"It's like I told you, darling. He's no longer chosen. I'm just making sure he gets the message." his smile became more pronounced at that. "Have you thought anymore about our discussion?"
Kae's expression hardened. "Answer's still no."
"Even after what I showed you?"
Her eyes filled with tears. "Michael -"
"Kae what's he talking about?" Dean blinked slowly, disoriented as he tried to focus on her. She figured he might have a concussion or something.
"Shut up Dean." she snapped.
"She didn't tell you then - I'm surprised." Michael looked thoughtful. "When Zachariah threw you five years into the future he left out a very important detail."
"And that was?" he asked coldly.
"Samifer over there isn't the one who kills you." Kae could've sworn his grin turned malicious at that. "She is."
Dean frowned and looked at Kae, who shook her head.
"Dean, I saw myself with Lucifer - I saw myself with his son," she swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to keep talking. "Lucifer knew I had only joined him to keep you safe - that I'd tried to stop Sam from saying yes. And he - he threatened to kill the kid if I didn't - I saw your blood on my hands and I felt sick." she took a deep breath, feeling nauseated. "I would never do that - I couldn't."
His brow furrowed as he stared art her curiously, and she wasn't sure if he believed her or not. It was then she caught a flash of silver as his hand plunged into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a silver angel blade. However before he could use it on Michael, the angel vanished. Dean swore loudly and threw the blade aside. Sam ran over and helped him up.
"What now?" he asked.
Dean winced and looked at his brother. His answer was simple:
"Figure something else out."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You didn't let me finish - you just hotwheeled it out of here before I could tell you everything."
Dean was quiet for a moment. He and Kae were in their own motel room, laying in bed. Kae sighed and nestled further into Dean's embrace and felt his lips gently brush against the top of her head.
"Sorry."
"Yeah." she was quiet for a minute. "I would do it, you know."
"What?"
"Say yes." she whispered. "If it meant you were safe, I would do it in a heartbeat."
His arms tensed where they lay wrapped around her waist. "Kae -"
"Dean." she looked up at him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm not some damsel in distress - and I'm not stupid. We don't have a prayer of stopping Lucifer right now. If I say yes...he'll leave you alone. It'll give you time to figure out how to deal with him."
"I - Kae -" Dean struggled to get out what he was thinking. "Look, you've told that son of a bitch no for years - don't go throwing all that away for me." he sighed. "Just...think about it, alright?"
She nodded reluctantly.
"Alright."
"I gotta tell ya, Kae - your dreams are really boring."
She jolted out of her sleep and looked around, swearing loudly when she saw a familiar face standing at the foot of her and Dean's bed.
Speaking of Dean...
"Don't worry 'bout him, dollface. He won't wake up - at least, not til the morning."
She ran a hand through her unkempt hair and sighed wearily.
"Just once, can I get through a night without you bastards getting in my head?" she said with a yawn. "What the fuck do you want, Gabriel?"
He put a hand to his heart in mock indignation.
"That hurts, Kae. I thought we were closer than that."
"Keep dreamin' Hot Wings." Kae blinked tiredly. "Tell me what you want so I can get some sleep or I'm blasting you out of this motel."
Gabriel grinned.
"I actually don't want anything, Kae...except to tell you that the rumor mill's abuzz...and you're gonna want to be far away from here before my brother hears them."
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