All You Did was Save my Life

Starting the Apocalypse

            Dean and Sam walked out of the airport and across the parking lot.

            "Freakin' angels," Dean muttered again, "What? It's too difficult to zap us onto the ground? They have to stick us in the air?"

            "Dean, listen-" Sam started, but Dean cut him off.

            "Don't Sam, just don't," Dean said, "We're gonna get to Chuck's and find out what happened to Gabriel and then we're gonna head back to Bobby's so we can sort this mess out and I can see Cas and the boys." Sam nodded for a moment before his brother's words finally caught up with him.

            "Wait, boys?" he said.

            "Yeah, boys," Dean replied shortly, "While you were making your escape Cas had the baby. Congrats Sammy, you've got another nephew." Sam could hear the sarcastic bite in his brother's tone, but he couldn't get mad. His brother had every right to be angry with him. Hell, he was angry with himself. Dean had done everything for him and just when he had needed Sam, Sam had left him for a demon.

            "Dean, I'm really-" Sam started again.

            "Just shut up Sam," Dean snapped, finally managing to hotwire a car, "Let's just go." Sam sighed and walked around the car to the passenger seat. Sam had barely gotten the door closed when Dean took off. It took them a few hours, but they finally arrived at Chuck's house. Dean slowly opened the door and he and Sam crept inside.

            "Geez," Dean said, "Looks like an archangel bomb went off in here." Sam had just gone through the doorway when he felt something hard collide with his face.

            "Ow! Chuck!" he said, holding the side of his face.

            "Sam? Dean?" Chuck said in confusion, "You guys made it."

            "Yeah," Dean said absently, "Chuck, where's Gabriel?"

            "Dead," he replied and both Winchesters looked at him, "He was fried by that archangel."

            "Dammit," Dean cursed, "Have you heard Bobby or anyone who might know what's going on?"

            "No," Chuck stammered, "Only you two."

            "Alright, thanks Chuck," Sam said, "Call us if you find out anything." Chuck nodded and the two of them left."

            "Now what?" Sam asked.

            "Now we head back to Bobby's," Dean said.

            "Dean, come on man," Sam said in a pleading voice, "You're exhausted, we both are. Why don't we just check into a motel for the night?"

            "Because Sam," Dean said shortly, "I want to get home to my family."

            "You're not good to them tired and angry," Sam argued, "Look, let's check into a motel and you can call Bobby's place and talk to Cas."

            "Sam-" Dean start to protest.

            "Come on Dean," Sam pleaded, "Just a couple hours sleep and then we can head to Bobby's. Hell, we could even ask Bobby to bring the car here so we don't have to steal another one."

            "Fine, but if anything happens to Cas and I'm not there..." Dean said and Sam nodded.

            "I know," he said quietly, "Come on, I think I saw a motel a couple blocks down." They walked to the motel and Dean got them a room. As soon as they were inside Dean sat on one of the beds and pulled out his phone.

            "Bobby? ... Sam and me, we're... well, we're alive ... Listen, is Cas alright? ... Can I talk to him? ... Thanks Bobby," he paused for a moment and looked over to where Sam had gotten their guns out and started cleaning them, "Cas? ... How are you? ... How're the boys? ... Yeah we'll be back hopefully tomorrow ... I'll fill you in on everything as soon as we get back ... I promise, can you put Bobby back on the phone? ... I love you too." Sam looked down at his lap, he felt like he was interrupting a very private moment,

            "Listen, Bobby, would you be able to drive my car down here?" That way we don't have to steal another one," Dean said, "The last thing we need right now is our faces on wanted posters ... Alright, thanks Bobby, see you tomorrow." Dean gave Bobby their location and then hung up.

            "Bobby's gonna drive down tonight and meet up with us in the morning," Dean said.

            "Great," Sam said and then attempted to talk to his brother for the third time, "Listen, Dean-"

            "I'm really tired Sam," Dean cut him off, "Let's just get some sleep."

            "Sure," Sam said, "G'night." Dean said nothing in return as he went into the bathroom. Sam sighed. How was he supposed to make up for starting the apocalypse?