Welcome to Mystic Falls (A Supernatural/Vampire Diaries Fanfiction)

Chapter 13-The End

"An Angel? Seriously dude?" Dean scoffed, "I don't believe you."

"Come on Dean," Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. Why did he have to be so difficult? "The evidence is right in front of you."

"Yeah, well it's too bad angels don't exist," Dean put his hand through his hair, trying to make sense of it all, "Cause if they did, why haven't we seen them until now? Hell why hasn't anybody seen them until now?"

"Look I don't know, but why can't it be possible?" Sam asked. He knew that he'd been proved wrong in a past case which had been about a priest who'd thought that he was an angel. Sam had hoped with all his heart that it would be an angel and now this. Could it actually be an angel? A guy could hope, right?

"Alright, let's say that it is possible," Dean said, walking around the room trying to get used to the idea, "then where is the angel now? Why would the.....angel just leave like that and where is it right now?"

Sam could tell that his brother was still struggling with the idea but he had to keep trying, "I don't know, Dean. But it is possible, right?"

"No!" Dean exclaimed and then a little softer, "No, dammit. Why would an angel rescue me? Especially when-"

"When what, Dean?" Sam's voice was even softer but before either of them could do anything else; there was a distinct knock on the door.

Both the hunters immediately trained their guns at the door and made eye contact with each other. Dean nodded his head slightly to indicate that he was going to be the one opening the door while Sam gripped his gun even harder with his shoulders tense, ready for anything.

As Dean opened the door, they found a man wearing a trench coat standing outside their door.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Dean asked him, gun still aimed at the guy.

But the man didn't even look slightly threatened, choosing to fix his intense glare at the man who had opened the door for him. Dean seemed a little uncomfortable so the man scrutinised his brother with his bright blue eyes.

Sam cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders, not being used to having so much attention.

The man finally opened his mouth, ready to reply, "I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord. I was the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."

Dean could hear the sound of a gun clattering to the floor right behind and a shocked gasp of breath being drawn by his brother, but Dean was still letting the words sink into his brain.

The first time he suspected that something was wrong was when he didn't see the impala in the parking lot of their hotel. The second one was when he heard absolute silence in their room, and the third was when he opened the door and found the room completely empty, with no sign of the Winchesters.

They were gone. His plan was a complete mess because now he wouldn't be able to get rid of the Winchester or Katherine.

But why had they left so suddenly? Didn't they still have to take care of the vampire problem in this town?

Of course Damon was glad to finally get rid of them, but he was sure that they would be back and the only way to get rid of them permanently was to kill them.

What Damon didn't know was that the Winchesters currently had a bigger problem to take care of. They were already out of town and racing their way to Sioux Fall. But they were sure that as soon as they were done with the whole 'Angel of the Lord' problem, which Dean obviously had some difficulty in believing, they would be back in Mystic Falls.

"You know," Dean started off, turning to look at Sam, "some of the girls back in that town didn't look half bad."

Sam smirked, knowing that this was just Dean's way of saying that he'd have loved to spend some 'quality time' with them. "Yeah, I know."

Dean could feel Sam looking at him knowingly and so to distract himself, turned on the radio.

Now it was a complete co-incidence that the song that the radio was currently playing just happened to be 'All the Single Ladies.'

The sound of Sam cracking up at that, not being able to keep the laughter from bubbling out of his throat, echoed throughout the vehicle. Sam was so busy letting the feeling wash over him and letting his body shake with laughter that he didn't notice Dean's light chuckles or his genuine smile at hearing his brother laughing after what had felt like tens of years.

It was the first time that Dean truly believed that everything was going to be alright. That they were going to be alright. The rest of the world could go to hell, literally, for all he cared but this man sitting right next to him was the reason that he had gone to hell and gotten tortured, and he would do it again in a heartbeat if it meant that at the end of the day, he would get to sit next to his brother and enjoy moments like these.

It's not like he would ever tell him that though.

"Shut up," Dean almost growled, as he quickly put in a CD and groaned when Sam started laughing louder.

This time though, Sam caught the soft smile on Dean's face and right then, he felt like things really couldn't get any better. With Dean out of Hell and hunting with him again, Sam really couldn't be happier.

Little did he know, did they know, that things were about to get a LOT worse.

THE END.

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