Who knew one could be so happy with life?
You snuggled up against Jack, leaning against the headboard of his bed and giggling. The two of you had his laptop set up in front of you and were watching The Office. You guys had started watching it a while ago, when Jack asked what it was about and you explained what you knew, then said you had always wanted to watch it. He thought it would be fun to watch together and now you spent your days off from hunting and research cuddled together binge watching.
You were halfway through season 7 now and you were kind of sad you would be finishing the series soon, because you enjoyed the time you spent with Jack so much.
"Who do I remind you of?" he asked suddenly. "In The Office?"
You gave him a once over, squinting your eyes like you were thinking about it. "Hm. I don't know. I think I'll say Pam."
His lips spread into a wide smile. "Why?"
That you did need to think about. Pam had just felt right. "I don't know. You just… you're kind of a dork. You're a sweet lovable dork. And you remind me of Pam. Your smile and your eyes. You just make me think of Pam. Now then, who am I?"
He imitated your thinking face before saying, "Angela."
You laughed out loud. "Angela? Why?"
"Because you act cold and mean, but you're just a big fluff ball inside… And you love cats," he added.
He pulled you closer with the hand he had around your shoulders and you wrapped both your arms around his stomach.
Who knew such happiness existed?
"Y/N?" Cas called. He was walking down the hallway and you could hear his voice getting louder. "Y/N where are you?"
"I'm here!" you called, pulling away from your boyfriend.
Cas peared inside, pausing in the doorway. "Y/N. Sorry to interrupt your binge session," he started. "I'm afraid I've got some news on Michael. And it concerns you."
The angels were going dark side. That was the news.
"Most of them are either standing with Michael or have completely dropped off the grid. But he is killing anyone who doesn't stand with him and he's got eyes basically all over the world… so it's not long before he either has an army, or we go extinct."
You shook your head, almost in disbelief. "So what you're saying is, you're in danger."
He looked confused at your response. "Y/N, do you honestly believe I wasn't in danger before this?"
"So, what does this have to do with me?" you said, attempting to change the subject.
"Well," he started, "I got in contact with some of the angels on his side now. They're saying that they're worried. The reason a lot of them are standing with Michael is because there is a girl, going around claiming she's the Antichrist. She's saying that it's her destiny to kill them all and she's going to do it. They're scared and angels don't function well without a strong leader. That's why they're following Michael."
There was a tense silence that hung in the air. You could feel everyone's eyes on you and your brows knit themselves together. But before contemplating, you had to address the elephant in the room.
"Well, it ain't me! I have literally spent all of my life trying to hide my identity from the world. I don't want to fulfill this 'prophecy' I'm a part of, I've barely left the bunker since I moved in, and I don't call myself the Antichrist."
You realized that last bit was probably unnecessary, but you were really put off by this.
"I'm not saying it was you Y/N, but that means-"
"Since when does Michael have a new vessel, anyway?"
You were pacing the room. What was bugging you so much?
Dean shrugged. "Michael could persuade just about anyone to be his vessel. He probably found the strongest human he could and decided to use them. It doesn't matter who his vessel is, he's still dangerous."
"Less dangerous," you muttered.
You didn't realize that you were still pacing until Sam grabbed your shoulders and set you down in the chair he was sitting in a minute ago. "Why don't you slow down a minute Y/N. Take a deep breath."
You raised your eyebrow. "Really Sam? You think that'll help?"
He shrugged. "It normally helps to calm you down. You actually speak English when you're calm."
That was true. You had a bad habit of murmuring to yourself and not putting context around what you're talking about when you're nervous.
You couldn't help but be a little happy that everyone in the bunker knew you really well at this point. It was almost like having a family again. The thought put you at ease and you were able to stop fidgeting and comprehend where your brain was trying to go.
"So, if someone is going around claiming to be the Antichrist… and it's not me…"
"Then there are others," Cas finished. "Others than you and Jesse."
"So, how many?"
Sam bit the inside of his cheek. "How are we supposed to know? It's not like there's really a pattern between all you guys. You all don't have fathers, because the demons possess woman to have children. But even then, the babies could be put up for adoption, or they could believe their father is someone else in the mother's life. A boyfriend or husband…"
"There can't be many." Cas stated. "The only one that we could find was Jesse. Now you guys only show up on our radar when your power gets out of control, like yours did at Dr. Myla's office. If there were a lot, I have a feeling we would have noticed some of them.
"We're all a similar age, if that narrows it down." Sam looked confused, so you went on. "Well, my dad said that when they thought they were going to need an army for Lucifer's return, he went out immediately to find someone to bear his child. I assume everyone else did that too. I mean, Jesse's only a few months older than me."
But this wasn't why you were on edge. There was something still there, something still crawling in the back of your mind, making you jumpy.
"Why do we need to find the others?" Dean asked. "I mean, it's not like it matters, right? I thought we decided that this whole thing, Y/N's destiny or whatever, didn't matter. Aren't we going to just-"
"But it does matter." You figured it out. What was eating at your mind. "The angels are the enemy now. If we want to beat Michael, we need to kill them, don't we?"
Dean opened his mouth to argue, but shut it again when he realized what you were saying.
"Y/N, you can't be serious," Jack said. "You really want to… to do this?"
You shrugged. "We need to beat them anyway. I say, we find those kids and build ourselves an army."
Sam huffed. "Uh, Y/N? Building an army isn't exactly our style. Especially one compiled of kids who are going to destroy heaven."
"What?" you asked. "Sam this our best shot of beating Michael. He has an army and we don't. I need to find these kids, that's why my dad led me to Jesse. This is what Billie meant I had to survive for."
He was also taken aback. "Y/N, since when do you trust a single thing your dad does? He wanted Lucifer to be king. And not to mention, this little prophecy of yours does not exclude Castiel, our friend. Your really going to kill him so that you can live out your 'destiny'? Y/N, you're better than this."
"I would never hurt Cas. Why are you all the sudden so against my future?"
"It's not your future Y/N! Your future is to grow up, get a job, live life. You've always wanted to escape the things your father did to you. Why are you so eager all the sudden to go along with his plan?"
You had never fought with Sam before. Not since the day he showed up at your house to convince you to help him. You didn't know what his problem was, but you didn't like it. You didn't like fighting him.
Cas cut into your argument. "Hey, no one said anything about killing me."
"Yeah. They better not," Dean added.
"Because, the prophecy… it isn't against angels. It's against heaven. The story goes that the children will rage war against heaven. She will be the downfall of heaven, not the angels."
"So much better," Sam sad with a scoff.
"Sam," Cas scolded. "Heaven right now, is Michael. So, if Y/N's right and we can find these other kids and build an army, then she's still technically fulfilling her prophecy."
Sam stood up. "I can't believe this."
"Sam," you tried as he walked out the door.
"No it's fine Y/N," he called as he walked down the hall. "Ruin your life if you want to. Fine by me."
You stared at the door for another minute, wondering where you had gone wrong, but shook your head and brought yourself back to your senses. You can deal with that later.
"Cas I need a list of all the angels still alive. Both in Michael's army and in hiding. If you can, try to convince some of them not to join Michael, but I hope you're okay that anyone who tells me they're not 'Team Free Will' I will kill."
Cas nodded immediately. "Heaven hasn't been stable in a long time. If I'm the last angel standing after this, I'll be okay."
You smiled at him, before pulling out your phone. You pulled up Jesse's number and dialed it.
Jesse had gone back to California a month ago. Neither of you had gotten a vision since you had met.
"Hello?"
"Jesse. I'm so sorry to bother you, but I need your help."
"...uh sure. What is it?"
"Your not going to like it."
You slowly stepped into the bunker, Jesse in tow. You had picked him up from the airport earlier today and it was time to introduce him (or re-introduce him) to the "dream team".
You stepped towards the stairs and walked down to the waiting room, where Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack sat, waiting to meet Jesse.
Jesse was hesitant to follow you. He stopped just halfway down the steps and stared at the group.
There was an awkward pause before Sam decided to speak up. "Uh, hey Jesse. I'm not sure how well you remember us, but I'm Sam. That's Dean and Cas," he continued, pointing the the other two men. "And this is Jack."
Jack gave him a wide smile and held out his hand to shake. "I'm Y/N's boyfriend. It's nice to meet you."
Your hand came up and covered your face slightly, but you couldn't hide the small smile you had when Jack said it.
Jesse took his hand. "Yeah, I've seen you before… in Y/N's visions," he addressed Jack before saying, "It's very nice to see you again," to the others.
You knew he was trying to be diplomatic, but you were glad that everything was moving smoothly so far.
Dean cleared his throat. "Well, we know you two have some things to discuss, so we'll leave you to it. We'll wait in the kitchen if you need anything."
Him and Cas started to leave, but Sam stuck around for another minute.
"I just… want you to know that I'm very against this plan."
Jesse's eyebrows shot up, but he didn't say anything, letting Sam leave.
You sighed. You had tried talking to Sam after your fight, but he was stubborn and very against your choice. Dean told you to forget about him and he'd get over it, but you still didn't like being on his bad side. Sam was like an older brother to you and you hated the fact that you couldn't talk to him.
"Have a seat," you said politely to Jesse, moving to sit next to Jack at the table.
Jesse sat down across from you, eyeing Jack suspiciously.
"He's here to help," you assured him. "Jack has the list of all the surviving angels. He's also very powerful and could be helpful tact-wise, so I thought he could help us just talk about game plan and stuff."
Jesse nodded and you smiled at Jack. It was time to get started.