Seer《Book 1: Season 5-6 》

What Could Be

Brothers apart. Angel gone on a chase for both God still, and the Colt, now. It was just me and Dean.

After he insisted that Castiel leave us be, so we could sleep in peace without the creep factor, we were finally giving in to fatigue after driving for over half a day without stopping. Kansas City, not exactly my favorite place in memory, was noisy in the inner city. I wasn't happy with Dean finally stopping smack in the middle of it.
At least the motel wasn't the worst I'd ever seen. At least we had two beds in one room.

"You know what," I said lazily as I flopped on my chosen bed, starfished, "I feel good. Like we might win?"

My brother shut the light off and did the same, resting his head with folded hands behind his pillow.
"Yeah maybe."

"Hey, Dean?" I called out with my eyes closed.

"Hm?"

"I'm proud of you. Standing up to the angels. Screw them."

"Screw them hard," he agreed with a grunt as he settled in more comfortably, "thanks, Hazel...I gotta be honest...I question it every day."

"Well don't," I grumbled back equally as tiredly, "We're rebels. Its gotten us this far, and I don't see it failing us now."

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What somehow ended up being far more than a nap, and actually a good sleep, was rudely interrupted by someone shaking me.
I cracked my eyes open to find Dean next to me on his knees. On the floor. I was laying on the floor. Beyond his head was not the same ceiling I'd seen before falling asleep, and that disorientation jerked me fully awake.

"Dean..? What the fu-...."
I sat up, firstly noticing with blurry eyes the nightstand near us. The alarm clock was dirty and it's face was cracked. The bed beside it no longer even had a mattress. It was nothing but bare springs. The walls were blackened, dingy, and peeling. Everything smelled like mold and neglect.
"What the fuck..." I finished my sentence as I stood up stiffly, "where are we?"

"Same place, sort of..." he answered.

I squinted at him like he was crazy, until I gathered my observations and realized he was right. The room was the same one, but if it had been burned and flood and broken into while we slept.
Before I could say anything, he gestured for me to look out the window, which no longer had any glass.

Kansas City was ravaged. Every building as far as I could see, was in similar condition as the one we stood in. Collapsed roofs, burns and other forms of destruction. The street was littered with all manner of abandoned debris and rusted cars, most of them wrecked.

As I pulled myself away from the pane, Dean was already reaching out to snatch my arm.
"Come on."

"Come on where!?" I asked in shock though still following his lead into the hall.

"We gotta figure out whats going on."

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I walked down the wet, dirty and cluttered street with him. We were still mostly strangers, to each other, but in light of our situation, we stayed close together.
"So...miss psychic," he mumbled to me, "any sign of life?

"Um..." I began, sending my invisible feelers out, but his question was already answered when we heard glass breaking in the alley nearest us.

Dean shuffled to follow hastily, but I had a really bad feeling and wasn't so enthused about following a noise in what looked to be an otherwise abandoned city. I came around the corner to find him slowly approaching a young girl, crouched on the ground over a fractured sheet of glass and a filthy teddy bear.