"Okay, so where do we start?"
"Guess we'll drive. We have no clue where the Demon Tablet is. But that guy, Adam has it. I'm sure of it."
"Ever since Shoshane, you been on edge."
"So would you if it was your car Baby that was sabotaged. Asshole better keep running."
Dean and Sam were currently on the road in their rented beloved Impala was fixed, and both were supposed to take a plane to Idaho to retrieve it. Then they found themselves on a hunt. There was reports of plane crashes. They suspected demon attacks, but no sulfur was present. Nobody knew what was causing it, just the planes crashed for no reason. But that wasn't the weirdest part. There was no bodies present. The authorities were perplexed. Same with Sam, Dean and the Halliwells.
The sisters tried doing a premonition, they did spells, even summoned a demon for answers. Nothing. Crowley smirked and said he wished he thought of the disappearances himself. When Noah Cassidy called and told Dean that his car was fixed, both brothers flew out to Idaho and were planning to head to Shoshone, but they found themselves in a middle of a case.
Since they were going on a plane, they knew they couldn't take any liquids or weapons with them. So they compromised. When they told the sisters of their plan, all of them were grossed out. It was Dean that suggested they drink nothing but holy water and liquid foods before they got on that plane. That way if needed they could use their bodily fluids as a holy water substitute. Everyone gagged when he suggested that, even Sam. But they had no choice.
Dean wasn't happy not to eat any greasy food, especially after he returned from France. Jenna made him eat a lot of rich french foods. It was good, although he dreamed about eating a cheeseburger after being deprived of it for a week. So for three days they ate nothing but holy water and liquid shakes made out of powdered meal substitutes and holy water instead of milk. It was awful, and both were starving, but needed to be prepared. But they did take vitamins, so they can have some nutrients. They also went to see a priest that baptized them.
When they got on the plane, both were well prepared for anything. They had no weapons, but both were carrying cups just in case. They even brought empty soda pop bottles with them. They were given side eyes by security, but were waved through. One of them was an angel, his eyes glowed.
Dean took the demon encyclopedia with them to see if there were any clues on what the Demon Tablet would end up next. The book wasn't much help, but mentioned something about hiring a reaper. When Sam read that he was really confused. A reaper? For what? Dean had no clue.
They got on that plane, that same plane line that had all of the disappearances. They wanted to see what was going on once and for all. They were nervous as hell, especially Dean, who hated flying. They didn't know what would happen. Then halfway across the country, Sam woke up. The hairs on his neck were standing up. Something was wrong. He woke up Dean when he had that feeling.
It was the middle of the night, and most of the plane's occupants were sleeping. They quietly woke up and were walking around with their EMF. They put it on silence, neither wanted to scare the passengers. The machine stayed quiet, even as they walked through the front and back. They didn't smell sulfur, but that feeling they had, they couldn't shake it.
They were wondering if there was angels behind it, until they got dizzy and had to go back to their seats. When they got their bearings back they were shocked when they saw sunshine. That was impossible. It was after two am. When the flight announced they were going to land in Idaho in half an hour, they knew they had to solve this case, ASAP. Sam remarked that they either time skipped or crossed dimensions. Dean mentioned the crashes. If this plane was flying, where exactly where they? Plus what happened to those people?
They wondered if it was the spell that the world was under that ripped open the veil between worlds. Power that massive needed a lot of juice. Michael said only God had that much power. Phew. If it was God, then they were in deep shit. As the plane was landing, both decided to go to the airport bathroom and summon a angel. Not just any angel, but a seraph angel.
They were tempted to call an archangel, but if they were in another dimension, they didn't want to know what they were like here. Raphael was a dick in their world, they weren't going to find out what the others were like, especially Lucifer.
Sam took some of his blood and put a sigil on the floor, performing a spell to summon a certain class of angel. When a man wearing old fashioned clothes appeared in front of them, Dean surrounded him with fire and holy oil to bind him, after sabotaging the fire systems.
"Who summoned me?"
"We did. We need answers."
The angel sighed. "Was it Grace? Damn that kid."
"Who's Grace? An angel, an demon?"
"Michael's daughter."
After Akobel, the blonde angel that appeared in front of them, explained that she overheard her father, the archangel Michael of this world complained he needed to collect human souls to fight God. He was talking to his brother, the archangel Raphael on how to collect extraordinary human souls. Apparently they took most the whitelighters away from the heavens to create a spell to track down God and The Darkness. It wasn't enough, most souls that were in Heaven, Hell and the Veil wasn't worthy enough. Only a select few were meant to be one with God and The Darkness.
Grace was scared. Michael ordered most of the angels in Heaven to look for special souls, most of Earth weren't qualified. Since Grace was a arch nephilm, she had the power to open rifts. She had to be careful, her powers would alert her Grandfather, luckily the Charmed Ones in this world, plus some witches were able to hide her magic. She opened a rift and an airplane came through. The people that came through were under a spell. None of them realized they crossed over.
When Michael found out he was angry. He grounded Grace and sent her to Heaven as punishment. Sam and Dean wondered how Heaven would be awful. Akobel laughed and said Grace was ordered to help out Joshua in the Garden. It was Heaven, but there was always chores that needed to be done. Most of the angels had to clean out the Garden and other places from time to time to keep Heaven running.
He said all of the plane passengers were safe. All of them were in Michael's pocket dimension. He didn't want their doubles freaking out. He wanted to send them home since none of them were qualified for Michael's spell. But he didn't know how.
"What about the Angel Tablet, Demon Tablet. Will either one work?" Sam asked.
"The Angel Tablet in our world was lost centuries ago. Lucifer accidentally destroyed it when he and Michael were duking it out. As for the Demon Tablet, we don't know where it is."
"Great. Just great. We don't know where to go next. We need those Tablets."
"If you are looking for Tablets, don't bother looking for the Leviathan Tablet. It is useless. Unless Purgatory opened in your world, don't bother with it."
"Purgatory, what's that?" Dean asked. He heard rumors. As a hunter, everyone wondered where monsters ended up after dying.
"The inbetween. When monsters die, they end up there. There is frightening creatures that live there even other monsters fear. The Leviathans are such creatures. They are one of the few creatures to kill angels without blades. The Tablet says it contains a spell to kill such creatures, unless you are going to Hell, don't bother going there. Only a reaper can sneak in."
"Why would a reaper go there?"
"I don't know. Rumors is some reapers smuggle souls, but for a price. They have to be careful, if Michael or Naomi found out, they would kill the reapers."
"Okay, so how do we get back? The people from our world? Not to mention those other planes. Sam, how many planes went down."
"Four."
"That is how we are trying to find out. Your doubles asked the same thing."
"Our other selves from this world?"
"No. From their world. They weren't alone, they were with their father."
"Whoa. Dad was here? What was he like?" Dean was curious. He missed his dad, despite dreaming about him and their mom, he still wanted to see him in person.
"I don't know, I never met them. But Michael told them they couldn't stay. He was scared his Father would find out. He sent them away. But he did take one of their vials. We know it contained archangel grace. Michael is holding on to it. He said the Sam of that world knew how to perform the spell to cross dimensions."
Looking at Sam, he asked if he knew how to open it. Sam shook his head.
"Too bad. Look can you let me out? My stepdaughter May will be home from school soon. Lily is afraid Ishim will kidnap her to force Lily to see him."
Sam puts out the fire.
"Thank you. I suggest you pray to either Michael or Raphael. They know how to perform spells."
Great. They had no idea what either of them were like. But why didn't he mention either Gabriel or Lucifer?
"So who did you want to pray to?"
"Neither. Sam, we don't know what those guys are like. What if they're dicks?"
"Well he said our doubles went through, the Sam of another world came through, and performed a spell. We need to find out how he did it without alerting Michael."
"We also have to get those people home; without alerting Michael or his brother."
"Do you know where we are?"
"The pilot said we are are in Boise. So we need to track down our other selves for help."
"Dean. Do you think they hunters too? Unlike us, they may still be in trouble."
"We have the Internet. Sammy, does your phone work in this world?"
"I'll check. I don't believe this. Dean. Look."
When Dean looked at Sam's cell, he was in disbelief. It was Sam. But he was dressed way differently. Sam was wearing glasses and was wearing what looked like a designer black turtleneck. He was talking to a bunch of students about working hard to become a successful lawyer. When he started talking about eating healthy, Sam shut the video off.
"Apparently my other self is a big shot lawyer. I'm going to websearch where I live. Bingo. Chicago, Illinois. Dean, we have to go there."
How do we know he won't freak out? What if he never was a hunter?"
"We have no other choice."
"What about Piper, Prue, Phoebe or Paige?"
"Let me check. Damn. Dean, I don't think they can help."
"Why not?"
"I'll tell you in the car. But first, I need the bathroom. That stupid drink is coming down. Looks like we dodged a smelly bullet." Sam quickly puts his phone away and runs to one of the stalls. A minute later, Dean wrinkles his nose. Ew. Oh god. He needed to go too. Ten minutes later they were packing up their bags in their rented car.
"You need to use the washroom again?"
"No. Dean, next time we fly, let's just perform an exorcism instead. I never want to find out if we needed to use ourselves. Ever."
"Agreed. Let's go. Sam, I need to hit a drive thru. I need a cheeseburger stat."
"Shouldn't we get some rest? We hadn't slept in fifteen hours. We were supposed to sleep on the plane."
"Sure. We'll stay in a motel room for the night and hit the road first thing."
Dean was borrowing Sam's laptop as Sam slept. He was careful not to drop the contents on his burger on the keyboard. Sam was anal about his laptop. Looking at the contents of the Halliwell's lives, Dean understood why Sam was hesitant to ask them for help.
They were dark witches. Otherwise known as warlocks. Phoebe was known as a shit stirrer. Her advice column talked about nothing but pain and heartache. Holy shit. Her advice was spot on, but it lacked tact and heart. Damn. Plus she was on every law enforcement charts there was for violence and destruction. Paige was no better. She was the leader of a major crime smuggling operation. Most gangs around the world reported to Paige. Prue wasn't as bad, she was rich and successful and owned art galleries all over the world. But it was Piper's life that hurt Sam. She owned a successful strip club, and the restaurant Quake. But it was just a front. She specialized in human trafficking. Her businesses were full of illegal immigrants. Sam when he found out was stricken. Plus she was dating Leo. Her ex. Sam said there was no way he was contacting any of them. Especially since they both found out they were working with the Michael of this world. No wonder they were practically invincible.
Despite Dean's efforts, he had no idea what Michael nor Raphael looked like. The angels were open about their existence and humans here accepted it. There was Buddy Boyle and his church. There were others. The Church of Darklighters. God. How screwed up was this world. Thank god for anti angel sigils. Plus the ones on their ribs. Castiel marked them years ago. No way Michael can track them down easily. But they had to be careful. Especially the Halliwells. They were responsible for countless disappearances. Just in case, before Sam went to sleep, he made them hex bags. To hide them from witches.
Sam of this world was doing okay, he owned his own law firm, was very successful, and according to his social media was dating many beautiful women. Bela Talbot, Eileen Lahey, Amy Pond, the list goes on. Wow.
"Sammy, you sly dog." Damn. He also had many female friends in his Facepage. Sidney something, Jessica Moore, and other women neither brother met. Damn Sam kept himself busy. Dean was almost jealous. He wondered what his other self was like. Disappointingly there was nothing about him. Too bad. Dean must be keeping to himself. Wonder what Jenna was like.
Dean was in bed trying to sleep. He was full from his burger binge. Plus the news about Jenna. She was married. Not to her douchbag ex, but to another YouSharer. According to the comments, she was considering divorce. Good. That guy she was married to looked like an asshole.
Grace was in Heaven polishing instruments. Ew. Just because of one little, teensy, tiny mistake, she was stuck doing chores. Even in Heaven, dust was everywhere. Heaven's version of dust looked like dusty angel grace. She sneezed.
"Grace, you done yet?" The angel Joshua asked.
"Almost."
"Okay. You have to clean up the dinosaur stalls next."
"That will take forever! That's not fair!"
"It was your father's orders. Thank your lucky stars your Grandfather didn't find out. His punishment would be more severe. Look what happened to your uncle."
"I know, but when can I go home?"
"When Michael says it it safe. The faster your done, the sooner you can go home."
Sigh. "Yes Joshua."
The next morning Sam and Dean were on the road. They knew they had a long drive to Chicago. When Sam said it would be faster to fly, Dean balked. No way is he taking that chance again. So they were on the road. Luckily they had the credit cards they got from the Halliwells plus Dean's and Paige's cards when they were kept prisoners from the British Men of Letters.
How long will it take us Sammy?"
"With driving? About two days depending on weather conditions and stopping off to eat and sleep."
"Wonder if we can pray to Castiel."
"He working with Michael. According to Buddy Boyles website, all angels report to Michael. Michael is the leader of this world. Even Hell reports to him."
"Ugh. With that much power, Michael is unstoppable. Wonder if he is gathering his armies to fight God."
"Let's keep ourselves under the radar. Last thing we need is angels breathing down our necks. Hope that angel we summoned keeps his mouth shut."
Two days later they were in Chicago. Sam returned the car to a rental place since Dean found a new ride. Wasn't a Impala, but it was a sweet '67 Ford Mustang. The colour was black, just like Baby. Dean won it from some hunter in Wyoming in a pool game. He learned his lesson from Jenna and played smart. The guy was good, but Dean was better. His fiancee taught him new tricks he never knew about. Plus how to shut out any outside noises. It was a close game, but Dean won.
After getting their pink slips and car keys, they were on the road. Luckily the guy filled up the tank before they left. Two days later they made it here.
"Sam. It's fucking freezing. Why would you want to live here?"
"Ask him. It gets cold in Kansas. Chicago is no different."
"Yeah, but that wind. I feel like there is razor blades peeling off my skin."
"That is why they call Chicago the Windy City. Dean. Stop complaining. We have to see 'Sam.' Maybe you should go in."
"Good idea. Sammy, go to Starbucks down the street. I'm going to find a place to park, then I'm going to see the guy."
Ten minutes later, Dean was upstairs in the famous Willis Tower in floor 77 standing outside the offices of Winchester, Brady and Prescott. Wow. Sammy did great for himself. Dean was impressed. If Sam was successful as a lawyer, how was Dean's life here? Walking up to the whom he had to assume was the secretary, Dean puts on his charm.
"Excuse me. I like to see my brother Sam Winchester."
Without looking up, the secretary simply says "Mr Winchester is at a meeting right now. Can I take a message?" Then when she looked up, she paled. "Oh my god. Um, sorry sir. I'll call Mr Winchester right now." She presses a button "Hi, Casey? HE is here. Yes. HIM. Tell Sam. Yes. He is right in front of me. Yes. Okay. Thanks."
"Mr Winchester is in his office. Sydney here will escort you.'' She gestures to a very attractive blonde.
Dean smiled, but wondered what was going on. Was his counterpart a mayor, a senator? Dean never payed attention into politics, but if Sam was a lawyer, then what was Dean's job? He then noticed how everyone there was scared and nervous. When Dean looked at people, he saw how frightened they looked. He must be Miranda Priestly. That movie was Dean's guilty pleasure.
As Dean walked towards the office following Sydney, he was impressed on how nice the place looked. When they got to Sam's office, he was struck on how Sam looked.
He was clean shaven, was wearing a fitted suit and was wearing glasses. Plus that watch. Damn. Sam must be raking in the dough. Sam was talking to Dean had to assume was a client. She was cute. Dark hair, brown eyes and had the devilish bad girl look. Wonder if Sam and her were dating? She and him were smiling and flirting hard. When Sydney knocked, and Sam saw who she was escorting, Sam's smile immediately fell. His expression. He looked terrified. He immediately excused himself to the brunette. When she turned around and looked up, she looked horrified. She immediately jumped up and rushed out, bumping into Dean with her mumbling apologies. Sydney looked nervous as well.
"Mr Winchester, your guest."
"Thank you Casey, tell Ruby, I mean Mrs Smith, that her appointment will be rescheduled."
"Yes sir."
"Michael. I didn't expect you. Please take a seat."
Since Dean was busy, Sam was typing on his laptop. He was drinking a large green tea. He was trying to cut down on his caffeine intake. He yawned. Maybe he should get a coffee instead. He was barely paying attention to the customers when he heard a familiar voice.
"Yes, the Monet. Yes. It's for sale. It will be up for auction this afternoon at four. Yes. Seats are limited. If you don't have tickets, don't bother coming. Security is ultra tight. Yes. Thank you." Prue hangs up her phone.
Damn she looked different. She was blonde, and Sam wasn't trying to be crass, but she looked like she had work done, especially her chest. She looked like she was ready to pose for Playboy. Sam hated to admit it, she was hot. Dean would be impressed. Prue always said she'll never get plastic surgery. Ducking down and putting on his hat, he quickly tried to hide behind his laptop. Good thing to, a attractive brunette was calling Prue's name.
"Prue! Guess who's down here."
"I don't know. Naomi?" Prue said digging through her Berkin purse. When the brunette said the next name, Prue stopped in her tracks.
"Michael."
When the dark haired woman mentioned his name, Sam noticed how everyone looked up. They looked scared. Prue looked frightened, same with the brunette.
"Michael? Ruby, are you sure?"
"Yep. Guess where he is. Sam's law firm."
"Fuck. I need to get to get back. If Michael is here, then it is bad news. Michael only comes down when something is up, or when he passes judgment. Ruby, lay low."
"Mattie is at school. I need to get him."
"Well, go get your son. Zachariah will understand. Last time Michael was here, he destroyed the town of Jericho, California for the hunters failing to destroy the Woman in White. Let's just hope Michael is here just for a social visit."
"I hope so. I'm a demon, but his power is unmatched. Lilith and Lucifer couldn't make a dent. Ever since Michael got his sword fourteen years ago, Michael is invisible."
"Damn. If only Dean didn't say yes. Ruby. Be careful. Tell everyone to be on their best behavior."
When they left, Sam saw how scared everyone was. The baristas, the customers, everyone looked terrified. Sam even saw a baby crying. But it was the parents reaction that made Sam nervous. They quickly threw the baby in her carrier, literally threw her in it and ran out. When his cell rang, Sam jumped.
"Sammy. We have to leave town. NOW. Get in the car, don't ask questions. We need to leave. I'll be there in two."
Sam didn't hesitate. He saw the other customers leaving. The baristas were closing up the shop. What was going on? When he heard the flap of wings, Sam knew he needed to leave.
"Michael is here. Everyone go back to your homes. Michael hates dawdlers. You, tall one. Leave."
"Yes sir." Sam quickly throws his laptop in his bag, and runs out forgetting his tea. He recognized the angel, his name was Efram. He was Bartholomew's right hand man, after Joel and Jessica. Sam ran to the car, turning on the engine.
'C'mon Dean. Hurry.' He knew Michael from his world, but this Michael seemed terrifying. Everyone in the downtown area was running. When the door opened, and Dean got in Sam was relieved.
"Thank god. Dean, we need to go."
"Sorry 'Sammy,' Dad doesn't care."
When Sam looked over at the passenger's side he saw Dean. But he knew without a doubt, this wasn't Dean. Dean would never smirk like that. Or be well dressed like that.
As Dean was running he saw everyone giving him frightening looks. What 'Sam' called him. Dean knew his brother was in great danger, especially when that Sam kept mentioning something about flattening a town. Michael was here. This was a trap.
When he got to the town, he saw the Mustang. As he opened the door, Sam's laptop was there. But Sam? He was gone. There was nothing there except a note.
68 Pleasant Tower apartment 67.
If you want to see your brother again, I suggest you start there.
Michael.