We were back in our motel room, everything back to normal, with Zachariah standing in front of us.
"Oh, well, if it isn't the ghost of Christmas screw you," Dean spat at the angel.
"Enough. Dean, enough. You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You're the only person who can prove the Devil wrong. Just say 'yes'."
"How do I know this whole thing isn't one of your tricks? Huh? Some angel hocus-pocus?"
"The time for tricks is over. Give yourself to Michael. Say 'yes' and we can strike. Before Lucifer gets to Sam. Before billions die."
Dean was quiet, considering Zachariah's words for a long moment, before turning away from him.
"Nah."
"'Nah'?" Zachariah repeated. "You telling me you haven't learned your lesson?"
"Oh, I've learned a lesson, alright. Just not the one you wanted to teach."
"Well, I'll just have to teach it again! Because I got you now, boy, and I'm never letting you-"
The rest of Zachariah's sentence was cut off as Dean and I suddenly found ourselves in the middle of a lone stretch of highway in the dark. Turning around, we found Castiel standing there, smiling.
"That's pretty nice timing, Cass," I grinned.
"We had an appointment," the angel replied.
I was just happy to see the fluffy black wings attached to his back as Dean placed a hand on the angel's shoulder.
"Don't ever change," he commanded him.
"How did Zachariah find you?"
"Long story," I said. "Let's just stay away from Jehovah's Witnesses from now on, okay?"
Dean pulled his phone out then, making me smile even more.
"What are you doing?" Cass asked him.
"Something I should have done in the first place."
⁘
Dean and I leaned against the exterior of the Impala on a bridge as another car pulled up next to us. Sam climbed out of the driver's side, and the brothers approached each other, me hanging back a bit.
"Sam," Dean greeted him.
The elder Winchester pulled Ruby's knife out, offering it to Sam handle first.
"If you're serious and you want back in... you should hang on to this. I'm sure you're rusty."
Sam took the knife, unable to meet his brother's eyes.
"Look, man, I'm sorry," Dean continued. "I don't know. I'm... whatever I need to be. But I was, uh- wrong."
"What made you change your mind?" Sam finally spoke.
"Long story. The point is... maybe we are each other's Achilles heel. Maybe they'll find a way to use us against each other, I don't know. I just know we're all we've got. More than that. We keep each other human."
"Thank you. Really. Thank you. I won't let you down."
"Oh, I know it. I mean, you are the third-best hunter on the planet."
I snickered as Sam nodded seriously.
"So what do we do now?" the taller of the two asked.
"We make our own future," the shorter replied.
"Guess we have no choice."
⁘
Our next case, we dealt with a god that was taking the form of people's idols and killing them. The last form it took before we killed it was Paris Hilton, who the Sherriff of the town put out an APB for, so we had a nice laugh over that. After that, we had a case that had to do with a cambion, the child of a demon and a human. His name was Jesse, and after some complications involving his mother who was possessed by his demon father, the kid managed to disappear. The case after that, Dean lost a poker game to a witch and because of it, he turned into an old man. Granted, he was only doing it because Bobby played and lost first.
The entire situation just got on my nerves because Bobby and Dean were bickering the entire time. Thankfully, Sam managed to beat the witch and saved both Bobby and Dean.
⁘
"Supernatural is filmed before a live studio audience," Dean's voice spoke.
Inside of the brightly colored motel, Dean put something in the fridge, closed it and turned around to applause. A foot-tall sandwich sat on the table.
"I'm gonna need a bigger mouth," Dean said, striking a pose.
The invisible audience laughed.
Sam entered the room to more applause.
"Hey, there, Sam. What's happening?" Dean asked in a fake upbeat tone.
"Oh, nothing. Um. Just the end of the world," Sam replied in the same tone.
There was more laughter, and Sam spotted the sandwich on the table.
"You're gonna need a bigger mouth."
More laughter.
"Hey, uh, have you done your research yet?" Sam asked.
Dean made a 'busted' face, cuing the laughter once more.
"Oh, yeah. All kinds of research. All night."
"Yeah? Hm."
I took my cue, exiting the 'bathroom' wearing a red bikini, to wolf whistles.
"Oh, Dean..." I called.
Sam looked at me and Dean turned to face me, caught.
"We have some more research to do," I continued, feeling bile rise in my throat, but pushing the feeling down.
Sam folded his arms, giving Dean a pointed look.
"Dean..."
Laughter.
Dean looked straight out at the invisible audience.
"Son of a bitch!"
More laughter.
⁘
Wellington, Ohio
Two Days Earlier
Dean and I sat on the edge of the motel room bed, staring raptly at the TV screen, which was playing an episode of some hospital show Dean had turned on and had proceeded to get me hooked on.
"What are you watching?" Sam asked, coming into the room.
"Hospital show. Dr. Sexy, MD. I think it's based on a book," Dean answered without looking away from the screen.
"When did you hit menopause?"
"It's called channel surfing."
Dean clicked a button on the remote and the screen went black.
"De-ean!" I whined.
Sam raised an eyebrow as Dean chuckled, throwing the remote down on the bed.
"You ready?" the elder brother asked the younger.
"Are you?"
Dean just grabbed his keys, walking out. After one last longing look at the blank TV screen, I hurried after him, Sam rolling his eyes behind me and following us out.
YOU ARE READING
She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}
Fanfiction-BOOK 2 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ It's been four months since Dean went to Hell, and they've all taken it pretty hard. However, when Ellie hears her angel's voice in her head for the first time since the attack, it starts a chain of event...
