Where Do We Go From Here? ↳ Dean Winchester

Eighteen

I dry my tears with the back of my free hand as I clutch Dean's hand, lacing my fingers through his. We rush for the doors, but they close on us, leaving us trapped. A bright light fills the room and a high pitched hum fills our ears. I close my eyes and when I open them, we aren't in the convent. We're on an airplane. We hear the pilot's voice. "We're just passing over Illchester, then Ellicott City on our descent into Baltimore-Washington."

"Illchester?" Dean asks from my side. "Weren't we just there?"

The plane starts going down. We look out the window and see the huge beacon, ripples of light traveling out of it. Dean squeezes my hand as we grab the breathing masks that fell from above. An alarm sounding off fills our ears, some sort of emergency thing on the plane, as it goes down, and we watch out the window.

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Dean and Sam steal a car, them riding in the front, and me in the back. Sam flips through all the stations, but they all have something to do with that beacon of light that rippled out from the convent. He shuts the radio off.

"Dean, look, I--" he starts.

"Don't say anything." Dean mutters, slightly shaking his head from the driver's seat. "It's okay. We just gotta keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?"

"Yeah, okay." Sam mutters in agreement. The tension is killing me.

"Well, first things first." Dean starts. "How did we end up on Soul Plane?"

"I don't know. Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?"

"Well, it's the least of our worries." Dean says. "We need to find Cas."

We drive to Chuck's house, Dean continuously flickering his gaze up to mine in the rearview mirror. When we get inside, we look around, seeing that there are a lot of things knocked over and broken, chairs tipped over, and some blood in a few spots. Nobody is here. We here some rustling come from another room and cautiously move out, looking for the source of the noise. I glance up from the floor just as I see Chuck come from out of nowhere and hit Sam in the face with something. Sam winces and slightly cries out in pain. Chuck quickly apologizes, not knowing who it was. "So, you're okay?" He asks Sam.

"Well, my head hurts." He replies, rubbing his temple.

"No, I mean, my last vision. You went, like, full-on Vader. Your body temperature was 150, your heart rate was 200. Your eyes went black!"

"Your eyes went black?" Dean questions. Sam turns to look at him and says, "I didn't know." Dean gazes at him for a moment before looking back to Chuck.

"Where's Cas?"

"He's dead." The prophet replies hesitantly, causing something in me to shatter. No, not Cas. "Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry."

"You're sure?" I ask, surprisingly keeping my voice steady. "Maybe he just vanished into the light or something." At this point, I'm not sure who I'm trying to convince: Chuck or myself.

"No." Chuck says. "He, like, exploded, like a water ballon of chunky soup." His voice is sad and tired. Sam tells Chuck that he has something in his hair. He reaches up to pull it out. "A molar? Do I have a molar in my hair?" He starts crying a little. "This has been a very stressful day."

"Cas, you stupid bastard." Dean mumbles under his breath, ignoring the other two boys.

"Stupid?" Sam asks, turning around. "He was trying to help us."

"Yeah, exactly."

"So, what now?"

"I don't know." I look at Chuck, who has a strange look on his face.

"Oh, crap." He says. "I can feel them." I don't even have to turn around to know that Zachariah and two other angels are there, none of them Cas, unfortunately. "Thought we'd find you here." My least favorite angel, Zachariah, says, causing me to turn around. "Playtime's over, Dean. Time to come with us." He starts to step forward but Dean points a finger in his direction.

"You keep your distance, ass-hat." He says.

"You're upset." Zachariah says, acting a little caught off guard.

"Yeah, a little." Dean replies. "You sons of bitches jump-started Judgement Day."

"Maybe we let it happen, but we didn't start anything. Right, Sammy?" He winks at Sam, before moving his gaze back to Dean's. "You had a chance to stop your brother, and you couldn't. So, let's not quibble over who started what. Say it was all our faults and move on." Dean glares daggers at him. "Because, like it or not, it's apocalypse now, and we're back on the same team again."

"Is that so?" Dean asks sarcastically, raising his eyebrows.

"You want to kill the devil, we want to kill the devil. It's synergy."

"And I'm just supposed to trust you? Cram it with walnuts, ugly."

"This isn't a game, son. Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast, before he finds his vessel."

"His vessel?" Sam asks. "Lucifer needs a meat suit?"

"He is an angel." He chuckles slightly. "Them's the rules. And once he touches down, we're talking four horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies, the greatest hits. You can stop him, Dean, but you need our help."

"You listen to me, you two-faced douche. After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you." The angel steps forward, glaring at Dean.

"You listen to me, boy." He says sternly. "You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?" He looks down at Dean's hand, which has blood dripping from it, and I already know too well what he's done. "You're bleeding."

"Oh, yeah." Dean says, flickering his gaze to his hand for a moment. "A little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." He pulls the door shut slightly, and presses his hand into the angel banishing symbol, causing a great light to flood throughout the room. "I learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch." He says, but no angel is there to hear it. We both turn to look at Sam and Chuck.

Chuck looks at Dean and says, "This sucks ass."

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