Taking a Chance

We'll Do This Together

Dean and I are arguing day in and day out about Jackson. "Olivia, I can't kill my son, my only son. Let alone hand him over to friggin Crowley." He shouts. We argue in the confines of his room, we gave up trying to be quiet and hiding it from Jackson a few days ago when he asked why we want to send him away.

"I know Dean, But you didn't see what I saw. Our son, what we created, is a monster. No matter how much I love him Dean, you saw what happened when Cas touched him, it's not normal." I say. "I just , I just don't understand why everything bad always happens to me." He says. "Look, have Cas show you what he showed me, then maybe you'll understand." I say and place my hands on his face as I look into his sad green eyes. He looks back into my eyes, "Olivia, I can't lose him. I don't care what he is. What he's going to do, become, whatever. He's my blood." He says.

There's a knock at the door, Sam walks in, "Hey, Jackson's asking for you guy." He says. Dean stands up and wipes his eyes looking away from Sam. "Ok, We'll be right there." I say. "So have you guys figured out what you're going to do?" Sam ask as we head down the hall. "No, not really." I say. Dean brushes past us, grunting along the way. "How's he taking all this?" Sam asks looking down at me. "He's not happy about it. I mean would you be? No. He doesn't want to hurt him, no matter what." I explain to Sam. He sighs knowing he would feel the same way.

As we catch up to Dean, he's sitting at the table with Jackson, with the biggest grin on his face. As he looks up at me, it fades. "Dad, can we go outside today?" Jackson asks him. Dean smiles big once more hearing, Jackson call him dad. "Yeah, sure, why not. Maybe we could get Sam out and throw a ball around." He says looking at Sam, Sam just slightly nods, sending Dean a fake smile.

I walk back down the hall, the deafening sound of my bare feet hitting the concrete floors, is actually soothing. I sit at the small desk I had set up, tapping my pen on against the laminate surface. I think, why does this life have to be so complex? I mean I'm with, actually I still don't know what Dean and I are. I have a wonderful, who keeps aging, and apparently is the future king of hell.

"You think to loudly." A familiar voice says from behind me. "Cas, oh my god. Where have you been?" I say jumping up and hugging him. "I've been trying to find a way to purify Jackson's soul." He says as I let him go. I look at him, pressing him to continue. "I found nothing. I'm afraid, we will have to go with a more sinister approach." He says. As a tear falls from my cheek, I look up at the bruised and beaten angel before me.

"Cas, did you know he would turn out like this when you, kick started my pregnancy?" I ask him. As he looks down at the floor below him, I immediately know the answer. "Why, would you put me and Dean, your best friend, through all this?" I ask. He looks up, "I had orders, Olivia. Just as your father had given you from time to time." I stand up combing my hands through my hair, resisting the urge to kill him. I don't think I could kill Cas, even if I had to.

"Don't, don't you dare bring up my father. You have no right. He never barked orders at me. It's not the same and you know it, Castiel!" I shout. I hear foot steps down the hall, and peak out the door. "It's just Dean." I say back to Cas. He nods, just as Dean walks in. Dean sees Cas and his eyes widen, as he lunges forward, embracing the angel in that awkward bro hug. "Cas, I thought. Well it doesn't matter now. You're back. So can you save Jackson?" Dean asks, while letting Cas go, standing before him with crossed arms.

Castiel looks to me then to Dean, "I'm sorry, Dean. I can't." I can tell Dean is fighting the anger as I see from his profile, a clenched jaw. "Well there's gotta be something." He says. Growing tired of his give-it-all attitude I slam my fist on my desk. "Dammit Dean! In circumstances like these, I liked the demon you better." I say. "Why? Because I would have chose the easy way. Kill our son." He says with trepidation. "That scares you?" I ask. Running a hand along his jaw, "Yeah, it does. Because I'm fighting that very choice in my head. And It scares because I think I was a demon too long." He says looking at me with, I don't know, I've never seen this emotion on Dean.