𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 & 𝐹𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍 14: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗉

   "You what?" Millie said softly.

   "I got two days."

"That's too short!" exclaimed Sammy.

"Yeah, same thing I thought." Steve said. "But if it meant bringing back the man who's been waiting to settle down with a family, then I had to. I wasn't going to let him loose his second chance."

"Are you insane?!" Tony finally said something. A little mad, right? But nevertheless, he spoke up. "Just because of that doesn't mean you had to sell your soul and go down to the grill!"

"It's too late now." Steve said. "And it was a decision that I willingly made. I wasn't going to let Morgan grow up without a father."

   "Two days?! What are we suppose to do in two friggin' days?!" Dean shouted angrily.

   "Whatever we can." Clint said.

   "No offense, pal." said Dean. "But making a deal is piece of cake, but getting out? Not possible."

   "Maybe there is." Millie said after being quiet for too long.

   "What?" Everyone spoke up.

   "You just said a while ago that you couldn't even save yourselves." said Rocket.

"True... but we had no one to help us. Not good enough sources anyways." Millie answered.

"What's the suppose to mean?" Both Sam and Dean asked in unison.

"Yeah. Dean and I couldn't get off of the deal because well... only ones who ever did try to help were demons. And come on, they're demons. We know they're not reliable... well, let's make an exception for Crowley—"

"Get to it!" Dean said annoyingly.

"Jeez, how rude." Millie frowned. "But now that you're all back, that only means one thing."

"And that is?" Sammy questioned.

"Cas is back too. So, since we have an angel by our side, he might be able to help."

"Wait, an angel?" Peter spoke up.

"Yep! and they mean literally." Tony replied.

"Oh yeah, maybe you can have her explain everything again to you guys." Thor told Peter.

"How's that suppose to help?" asked Dean.

"Well, Cas is an angel. Maybe, he can help with the hellhounds and breaking the deal." Millie said.

"I doubt it," Sammy said softly, only loud enough for his siblings to hear. "But it's worth a shot."

   "Okay, then it's all settled. Dean, you'll pray for Cas since he only listens to you; Bucky, we all know how much you want to punch and scold Steve so go at it."

   "Finally." Bucky said before walking towards the blue-eyed blond that was scattering back.

   "Oh come on, Buck—" Steve's sentence was cut short by a metal fist colliding with his face.

   "Ow! With you metal arm?! Really?!"

   "Shut up and take it like a man." Sam said as he too, punched Steve on the face.

   "I would love to do the same," said Natasha as she walked towards the trio with the rest of the team behind her. "But I think getting punched a few more times by Buck's metal arm everything will be settled, right guys?"

  A chorus of "yes" were heard and that's how Steven Grant Rogers ended up with a busted and swollen lip, and a purple eye.

   "Hey! If you're all done beating up your punching bag get over here. I'm about to summon Cas!" Dean yelled over to the group of superheroes.

  They all ran towards the hunters and surrounded them, waiting patiently for Dean to do whatever he was going to do to bring the so-called angel.

  Dean sighed and closed his eyes, "Cas? Can you hear me? Man, everything's been crazy and it's funny since it's only been a day since we returned. Uh anyways, we need your help, man. So if you get this, get your feathery ass down here."

Dean opened his eyes and was met with a bunch of confused expressions.

"What?" He said.

"Is that how you summon an angel?" Peter asked, his head tilted to the side.

"That's how you do it," said Dean. "Dean Winchester Style."

Millie and Sammy rolled their eyes at their older brother.

"So... where is this angel?" T'Challa spoke up.

"No idea."

"Dean."

All eyes turned to the man who suddenly appeared behind the older Winchester. Most had their eyes widened while Millie and Sammy smiled at the trench coated man.

"Cas!" The three Winchesters exclaimed.

"What is it that you need?" Cas asked.

"Ever heard of Captain America?" Dean questioned the confused-looking angel.

   "Who?"

   "Steven Rogers." Millie answered.

   "Oh. The man who's destiny was to save those in need."  

   "Well that's a lame destiny." said Dean with a scoff.

   "Dean," Sammy said. "You save people in need."

  Dean stuck out his bottom lip and gave a small nod, "True, but it's not my destiny. Mine is to kick ass."

   "Steve kicks ass too." Millie added.

   "That's— that's not your destiny." Cas told Dean.

   "What do you mean? All this work we've been doing was for nothing?"

   "No. If it makes you feel better... I can tell you that uh, kicking ass, as you like to say, is somewhat part of your destiny." said Cas.

   "Then what's the other part?" Dean asked.

   "That I don't know." answered Cas.

   "What do you mean you don't know? Aren't you suppose to be an angel of the lord? Where's the knowledge?" Dean said.

  Before Castiel could answer, a clear of throat prohibited him.

   "Sorry to interrupt," The man known as Stephen Strange said. "but the reason he's been called is to help Mr. Rogers, no?"

  Millie nodded and glanced at her friend, "Cas, we need your help."

   "With what exactly?" Castiel asked.

   "Well, Mr. America decided to sell his soul to bring back Mr. Iron back." Dean replied before Millie did. "And now Millie wants to get him out of his deal."

   "A crossroad deal? Millie, you already know that breaking that deal is—"

   "Almost impossible, I know."

   "No, not almost. Completely." Sammy said to his sister.

   "If we don't try anything then who else will?" said Millie.

   "Besides Cas, you're The Help." Dean said.

  Cas sighed and glanced at Steve and every one of the heroes before looking back at Millie.

   "Look, I guess we can try. But before we do try anything, I have a question."

   "What is it?" The three Winchesters asked.

   "Where's Jack?"