Fish out of Water (A Sequel to Flightless Bird, SPN FanFic)

You've Missed the War All Along (1)

I took a step with Sam, holding his hand tightly as we approach his and Dean's motel room. I swallow my fear as I look around us. The sun is starting to set in the Florida horizon. Sam finally knocks on the door, taking the knob and twisting it open. Inside, Dean was sitting on his bed, flicking through channels.

"Finally, you're back," Dean muttered, not looking up immediately, but when he does, we locked eyes. He looks down at our hands and then up to Sam. He looked shocked... and a little resentful.

"Dean, before you-" Sam tried.

"Save it," Dean snapped and flicked the T.V off, getting up from the bed and walking over to us. He took me by the shoulders, staring down at me as tears filled his big green eyes. He searched every bit of my face like he were trying to make sure that it was, in fact, me.

"Hey asshole," I said and he shook his head at me, squeezing me in a hug. I squeezed back, seeing Dean again is more than I had ever hoped. Being with the boys again is just like dreaming. He let go of me and smiled sheepishly as he looked up at Sam, shaking his head lightly.

"I don't know how to feel right now," he muttered, turning away from us both. "I don't know if I'm happy or really freaking pissed, Sam."

"I know," Sam said. "I do. But I also know Scarlett, and-"

"I can handle it." I cut Sam off. Dean stared at us, unconvinced. "I'm not a dead weight anymore,"

"Scar-"

"Physically and mentally, I'm fine." I tell them. "I'm more than fine, I worried that I'm on the verge of becoming a suburban soccer mom." Dean and Sam both stifle a laugh, but behind their light smiles were pity stricken eyes.

"Scar we can't put you through anymore hardships," Dean told me. "you've come so far. Hunting again... and so soon, it's just-"

"Absurd." I agreed, nodding. "But that's just the way I like it."

The boys didn't fight with me, because under the surface of their over protective instincts, they needed me as much as I needed them. I watched them both pack the impala and did my share, the feeling of old times rushing through my veins like something unnatural. My legs even began to shake... but not because I was afraid, because I wasn't. It was because I didn't know what was coming next. I didn't know what angel or demon or monster would be pounding at our door, trying to blow down our house. I had no idea, and I loved it. My legs weren't shaking from fear, it was the excitement and adrenaline.

"You ready, Scar?" Dean shouted from the impala. I gave myself a once over in the mirror.

"Yeah!" I called back and grabbed my jacket off the motel bed, stepping out the open door and swinging it shut behind me. Sam and Dean sat comfortably in the front seat and as I stared, I knew that this was where I belonged.

We drove for awhile, no real destination in mind. We just needed to get out of Jacksonville. Sam talked most of our drive about what has been going on since I had been gone. A lot of angel business, really. In fact, the angels all fell because of this stupid transformer angel dude, Metatron. And they tried to kill Metatron, So Dean got the First Blade and the Mark of Cain, from Cain himself. Cain is the original knight of hell. He trained and created all the other knights of hell.

"And what about the transformer?" I wondered. Sam chuckled lightly.

"He's an angel, Scar," he corrected me, and then took a glance at Dean who was staring at the road ahead. "and no. He's still alive."

"So what? Aren't you going to kill him?" I wondered curiously.

"That's where we're headed now." Dean told me. "We're going angel huntin'."

I took a deep breath in, staring in despair at Dean's bedroom door. I pushed it open slightly and caught sight of the end of his bed immediately, his feet stay still, lifeless. I take a step in, mustering up all my strength and see Sam crouching by him, head rested on the bed, silently crying. I cover my mouth with my fingers, staring in at them.

"Sweet," I said, trying to be enthusiastic. "but what happened to Castiel?"

"He lost his grace." Sam told me. I give a short nod, biting my lip. "It happened right after he saved you."

"Of course." I said, thinking back to that night. The night I thought I had lost everything. The night that I was supposed to be saying goodbye to the Winchester's... forever. "But you've been talking to him, right?"

"Yeah," Dean said. "but he's got some stuff going on too. We've all got a role in this war," I watched him in the rear view mirror. "I hope you missed it."

"I won't lie," I started. "I haven't felt this alive in a long, long time."

I couldn't keep myself away from his dead body, I just kept walking forward until I was right next to Sammy, tracing my fingers in circles on his shoulder, trying to keep him together. Sam held onto Dean so ferociously, as if he would let go and forget everything. I feared the same... that as soon as we were to find out that he couldn't be saved and bury him, it'd be as though he were never here. Dean was a legacy, but goddammit we needed more time! Just a little bit longer...

"I mean, I can't see how apple pies and dumplings were fueling your hunting desire." Dean began to pester me and I rolled my eyes. "How long has it been since you put down a mixer and picked up a gun?"

"Last Tuesday right after Bingo," I played, getting a laugh from him before I went serious. "but it was easier, ya know?"

"What do you mean?"

"Living an apple pie life was, simple. The only dying around me we food colouring for cupcakes. Life was easy, but I'm glad to be back." I told him. "Because this time around, I'm positive we'll get it right."