Falling For the Angels // Destiel & Samifer

Chapter Thirty Four

~Sam~

"Dean, is there any chance you can pick me up?" I pleaded on the phone, "I kind of got lost".

"What? Where are you?" Dean's voice worriedly asked on the other line.

"Uh...", I searched around for a sign, "I'm in a parking lot next to a motel with a pink disco-lighted sign".

"Yeah, I think I know where that is", Dean told me, "I'll be ten minutes".

He hung up and I sat on a bench, waiting patiently for my brother. He got here after fifteen minutes and I stood up, walking over to the car. Once I had got in, I looked in the backseat.

"Where's Cas?" I asked.

"I left him with Charlie", Dean responded, starting the Impala, "Charlie told me an interesting story actually. She was watching Game of Thrones with my brother and then someone called Lucifer took him away".

Dean turned to look and me with a flat expression.

"She has a vivid imagination, doesn't she?"

"Sam", Dean snapped, "What happened?"

"He just teleported us here", I shrugged, "Then he left".

Dean watched me doubtfully and sighed, realising that I wasn't going to elaborate. He opened the front cabinet in the car and brought out a cassette tape. He smiled down at it.

"I haven't listened to U2 in a while", he put in the tape, "Pick a number".

"What?"

"Just pick a number".

"I don't know", I shrugged, "Six".

Dean pressed some buttons and a song came on.

"Song number six it is", Dean nodded but his smile faded when he heard the sound of drums on the speaker.

He avoided my gaze, obviously recognising the song. I had never heard it.

"Pick another number, Sammy", Dean spoke flatly.

"Why?" I asked, not understanding, "What's wrong with this one?"

"You won't like the lyrics", Dean told me.

"What?"

"Fine", Dean sighed, "But believe me. You'll hate the lyrics".

I focused on the song.

"Punk rock party in a suburban home. Everybody's famous here but nobody's known. We got no music 'cause the speaker's blown apart".

I looked at Dean and shrugged.

"I don't get it", I said, "What's wrong with the lyrics?"

Dean's eyes were glued to the road.

"Just wait for the chorus", Dean said.

"The spirit's moving through a seaside town. I'm born again to the latest sound. New wave airwaves swirling around my heart".

Dean's whole body tensed when the chorus started.

"You no longer got a hold on me. I'm out of Lucifer's hands".

I gulped and immediately realised why Dean didn't want me to listen to this song.

"You no longer got a hold on me. You're no longer in control of me. I am".

I quickly pressed the next button and let With or Without You play. That was much better.

"It's ironic that you chose that song out of all of them", Dean laughed coldly, "Although I guess it's number six for a reason".

I didn't laugh.

"Alright, sorry", Dean raised his eyebrows, "Just trying to lighten the mood".

"Dean, aren't you worried about what's happening?" I asked, changing the subject, "I mean, it's great that Charlie's back but we can't seriously believe that she's going to suddenly be revived for no reason. There has to be consequences. There always is".

"Sam, just be happy that she's back", Dean sighed, not wanting to talk about the possibilities, "We'll worry about that when it comes to us".

"What, so we're just going to dismiss everything and not figure out what's going on?" I asked with disbelief.

"I didn't say that", Dean replied calmly, "Look at things the way I'm seeing it. Charlie's back. She's happy, she's the same. She's still the obsessive, excitable, intelligent Charlie Bradbury that we know and that's all I could ever ask for. It doesn't have to go wrong".

"So, you think that whoever is doing this", I paused, "You think that they're just going to give us back all our dead friends and family out of the goodness of their hearts?"

"Of course not", Dean shook his head, "Let's just make the most out of what we're getting, okay?"

"Do you...do you think that's how Lucifer came back?" I asked.

"I can't think of any other way he could escape his cage", Dean shrugged, "Unless someone wanted him out and was powerful enough to do so".

"Dean, I just can't-"

"Sam, shut up", Dean said but he had a smile on his face, "Stop your obsessive worrying at let yourself be happy for once".

He looked at me before turning the speaker up.

"Otherwise I'll kick your ass", Dean smiled sweetly and started singing along to the music.

"I don't doubt that you will", I muttered.