Revenge of The Fallen (Crossover)

Divergence

Joe turned back to Pete as he slammed the door. Pete was sitting on the couch now, that same look of sadness and depression in his eyes. Joe sighed, pondering the possibility of what Dean said too. Maybe he was right.

"So, those were the 'private investigators'?" Joe asked, making quotes with his fingers as he changed the subject.

"Yeah." Pete responded quietly, head in his hands.

"Well they're pricks if I ever did see em'" Joe smirked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Not Sam." Pete replied. "Dean, sure, but not Sam."

Joe sighed. He didn't like seeing Pete like this. No one really did, but he was one of the only ones who knew how bad it could get.

"I just-" Pete took a breath. "I thought I could trust them. Now I can't trust either of them. We were supposed to help Patrick, and they lied to me."

Joe frowned when Pete didn't look up at him, so he sat down on the couch next to his friend. "So, what are we gonna do?"

Pete thought for a moment. His plan was insane, but he felt like he was the only one who could get through to Patrick.

"I need to go after him on my own."

"What!?" Joe exclaimed.

"I need to go after him!" Pete yelled back. "It's the only way."

"No, no way! That's literally fucking insane! You could get yourself killed!"

"He won't kill me!" Pete took another breath, getting up from his seat. "Look, I know he's still in there, I just need to get through to him. After all he's done for me, for us!"

"Hey, you don't owe him anything!" Joe interrupted, standing up to face Pete.

"Yes, I do! I- I owe him everything."

Pete looked down in sorrow. All he wanted was to see Patrick safe, and okay. He felt like he was only one who could provide that for him right now. Was that too much to ask?

Joe sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. "Can you at least let me come with you?" He sighed in a defeated tone.

"No." Pete replied sternly. "I have to do this on my own."

Joe laughed, hurt in his voice. "You are the craziest, most melodramatic son of a bitch I have ever met!" He stated, shaking his head a little.

"Well, I can't stop you." Joe continued, then walked up to his friend and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Just, don't do anything stupid, and," He paused for a moment, not sure what else to say. "And stay alive."
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It was the next day, and Sam and Dean still hadn't said a word to each other since that night. Neither of them wanted to talk at all, but they needed to get this sorted out. Pete wasn't answering Sam's calls, and Cas wasn't answering Dean's prayers.

"Dammit." Dean cursed, hanging up his phone. It was his second time he tried calling Pete when Sam failed at three.

"Maybe you should call Cas." Sam said, eyes once again glued to his laptop.

"You didn't think I already tried that?" Dean snapped, clearly annoyed.

"I'm just saying. He's the only person that could really help us now. We don't even know where this 'Andy' lives, and we're not even sure if Patrick-"

"Azazel." Dean corrected, interrupting his brother. In return, he rolled his eyes and sighed. "If, Azazel, is going to be there." Sam finished.

Dean looked down. It wouldn't hurt to try calling Cas again, would it?

"Hey Cas." Dean started. "I'm sorry I may have been bugging you, and I know that you're probably busy, but we need help on this. Could you maybe, come down from the pearly white gates and, uh, help us, please?"

There was a silence. Dean looked up and around, searching for any sign of Cas, a little bit mockingly, but there was nothing. 

Dean looked at Sam with a teasing expression. "See? Nothing." He snarked, huffing a little. Sam pinched the bridge of his nose in response.

"Ok, ok!" Sam sighed in defeat. "Well, I guess we're just gonna have to hack our way through this."

"Since when did you learn how to hack?" Dean asked, squinting his eyes in confusion.

"I have, resources." Sam replied vaguely, scratching the back of his head.

Dean rolled his eyes and shrugged. He's seen his brother do weirder stuff. But any way they were going to do this, it was gonna take a long time.
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"Hey Andy." Pete said into his phone as he drove along the sunset cloaked highway. 

"Oh, hey Pete! What's up?" Was the response at the other end.

"Could you do me a favor?"

"Um, sure, what is it?"

"Could you leave your house for a while? Just for a couple of hours. You know, go out, take your girlfriend somewhere nice, that sort of thing?"

"Is this about Patrick?"

"Yeah, Andy. It is."

"Joe already told me what happened to him. So what, you think Patrick's after me now?" 

"Yeah, actually. That's why you need to leave the house."

"But going after him alone? That's insane! What if he hurts you? What if-"

"No! No what ifs! I don't have time."

Andy sighed. He could hear the pain in his friend's voice. "Alright, just be careful. Promise?"

"I promise, Andy." Pete said, then hung up his phone.
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It was already dark once he got to Andy's house. Andy lived away from downtown; close to the desert. He was already gone by the time Pete arrived.

He sighed in relief. It wouldn't be like what it was last night. No interruptions. No distractions. Just him and Patrick.

He took a deep breath as he approached the house. The chills running up and down his spine tormented him at every step, reminding him that if he fails, he was probably going to die.

Once again, the door was wide open. He knew what he was going to have to face if he stepped inside. He hesitated.

He was tempted to go back. To turn and run. To leave and never return, to never see Patrick again. He had a family, he had friends that cared about him. Why waste all that on one person that he probably wasn't going to see again?

Again, the question came up as he approached the door.

Is Patrick really worth all this?

And once again, he had his answer.

He stepped in. There was no turning back.

"Patrick?"