Shattered: The Sequel to Mirrors

Potted Plants

Dean woke up in a bed he didn't recognize. He didn't freak out too much, since the last place he had woken up was a coffin. A strange bed was much, much better. He yawned and stretched. Or at least, he attempted to. Instead he accidentally shook Anna, who was fast asleep on his left arm. He winced as the girl blinked her eyelashes and then looked at him sleepily. She was still hot, even after just waking up. 

"Hey," Dean said. 

"Hi. I'm sleepy," she mumbled, yawning adorbaly. Dean smiled at her. He wondered if he and Anna had ever spent the night together before he forgot her. Probably not. Either way, he was seriously regretting not doing it earlier. Last night had been fantastic. 

"Do you mind if I get up? I've got to call my uncle, he'll freak out," Dean said. Anna wrinkled up her nose. 

"Is your uncle the judgy grump from yesterday?" she asked. Dean fought off the protective flood of emotions that blew through him. He didn't need to protect Michael, least of all from Anna. Apparently being dead was still affecting his brain. 

"Yup," Dean siad simply. Anna rolled off of his arm and wrapped the blankets back around her bare shoulders. Dean grabbed his clothes and pulled them on as he pulled out his phone. 

By the end of the phone call with Michael and Lucifer, Dean was staring to get really irritated with the fact that none of his family or friends would tell him what he didn't remember. He knew that there was something that was seriously bothering all of them. That much was blatantly obvious. But no one would tell him what it was, and he couldn't fix a problem if he didn't know what it was. He waited patiently by the door (he even made Anna a cup of coffee and brought it to her) for Michael to show up. He opened the door at the sound of a very angry knock. Michael stepped into the apartment as Dean opened the door. His eyes burned with anger, and Dean winced. Which, he automatically judged himself for doing. Why did he care if Michael was angry at him? It wasn't like the guy was his dad. 

"Jesus Christ, Dean, you're so dumb sometimes," Michael muttered. 

"What does that mean?" Dean growled. Michael blinked at him. 

"Dean, you know I love you. But you make really, really dumb decisions," Michael said. Dean wasn't sure to deal with the I love you. He wasn't used to such blatant expression of emotion. He couldn't even remember if he had ever said that he loved Sammy, and everyone knew he would die for that kid. He did know how he felt about being told he made dumb decisions. He felt pissed. 

"Who are you to judge my decisions? You're sleeping with fucking Lucifer," Dean whispered. Michael glared at him. 

"Watch yourself, Dean," Michael grumbled and Dean backed off. He wasn't even sure why he did, but he wasn't going to disrespect Michael. He growled again, but at himself. It was almost like his brain knew so many things that it wouldn't let him remember. He rubbed his forehead. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. But Dean, there are so many things you don't know."

"Then tell me, Michael. Please, I don't care how bad they are. I just need to know why all of you hate me so much," Dean blurted out. Michael paused and stared at him for a long second. 

"Dean, no one hates you. No one. We all care about you a lot. Trust me, after you died...things were rough. I...I wasn't really talking much. I didn't leave the house. Sam was failing his online classes because he was trying to figure out how to bring you back. Castiel..." Michael trailed off and put a hand on Dean's shoulder. "Look, we all love you. And I want to tell you about you in the past, but there are certain things that just aren't mine to say." 

"Dean?" Anna asked as she walked out of her room in a tanktop and underwear. Michael cleared his throat uncomfrotably and looked like he was going to dive into the potted plant nearby. 

"Uh, yeah?" Dean asked. 

"We should go back," Michael said to Dean. "Or, at least, I should. You can stay if you want." 

"Nah, I should go back with you. Can I see you again, maybe tomorrow?" Dean asked Anna. She blinked at him sadly, but nodded. He pulled her into a passionate kiss, and when he finshed, Michael looked a bit like he wanted to pull his eyeballs out. Which Dean found sort of amusing. As they walked down the street, Dean turned to his uncle. 

"Why do you not like her?" Dean asked Michael. Michael shrugged. 

"I'm not used to heterosexual relationships around the house," Michael said as they reached the front door to their place. 

"Are you telling me I never had a girlfriend when Sammy and I were living with you?" 

"Not exactly. Like I said, it was complicated..." Michael trailed off as he opened the front door to find Charlie, Ash, Meg, Benny, Kevin, Adam, and Sam all tied up on the couch. "What the hell? Where's Luce? And Gabe, and Cas?" He asked as he pulled off Sam's gag. Dean meanwhile was cuting off the ropes around Charlie's hands. As soon as he had her untied, she whacked him over the head. 

"The angels took them. And Gilda and Crowley. And they took Balthazar and Alfie so they wouldn't try to track them down later," Sam explained. 

"For sleeping with that hoe. Who do you think you are, Dean Winchester?" Charlie growled. 

"A ladies man?" he offered. She whacked him again. 

You're a disaster, that's what you are," Charlie said. 

"Why did they take them?" Dean asked, eager to escape the abuse of the firey-red head he also didn't remember. He did like Charlie, however, even if she did continuously beat him. 

"Because they think they can kill Cas and reverse the spell. They were going to kill Cas right here, but Chuck convinced them to take Gabe and Luci. I think he was trying to buy us time, for once actually being useful," Sam grumbled. "Where the hell were you?" Sam growled at Dean. 

"None of your business," Dean grumbled. 

"Okay, we need to figure out where they went. But we can't do that without angels or demons," Michael grumbled. 

"Actually, that isn't true. If you guys have something from them, like a hair, or...I don't know, a feather, then I can track down where they are," Ash offered. "Then we can stage a rescue." 

Woohoo, I wrote that in forty-five minutes lol. I'm glad I just randomly made this kidnapping by the angels a thing, added some drama. Okay, well, I hope ya'll have a wonderful week this week!! 

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