#5x13 The Song Remains the Same
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littlebluejaydraws · 1 year ago
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All these centuries and you're underestimating me now? 5x13: The Song Remains the Same
ID: Two images of the same digital drawing showing Cas and Anna from episode 5x13 of Supernatural. They are shown in profile, standing back to back in a large, dark room. They are positioned to the right of the image, with the shapes of a door, pipes, and shelves are visible in the background. Cas is facing into the room with his head tilted up, light from above illuminating his face. Anna is standing behind him with her head turned down and her hair falling forward to hide her face. Each of them holds an angel blade by their sides and a halo behind their heads. There is a quote from the episode written over the image, reading: "You've changed." "Maybe too late, but I have.". End ID.
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thebeautyofspn · 2 years ago
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the-girl-lost-in-fandoms · 6 months ago
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no but the best possible explanation for 'angels are watching over you' would've been mary witnessing castiel save dean from anna and uriel and then subconsciously remembering it
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arcanespillo · 10 months ago
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the holy trinity
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420technoblazeit · 2 years ago
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i forgot how incredibly fucked up the terms of mary and azazel's deal were. he shows up in the body of her dead dad and murders john in front of her. and then he taunts her with it, tells her she can never live a normal life unless she makes a deal with him
and he doesn't even tell her the cost, just that she'll pay the price if she interrupts him when he comes to collect. how was she supposed to know he'd be standing over sam's crib ten years from then? she had a split second and by the time she realized it was already too late
mary winchester was so desperate to be free that she cursed her boys to suffer the fate she gave everything to escape. led to her death by angels and demons alike. and she never even knew it
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samepisodebracket · 2 years ago
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Round 2; Group 2
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thefandomchaos · 1 year ago
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Supernatural Headcanon: Sam and Dean have scars from all their deaths
Sam:
• Scar on his lower spine from his first death. Is the one Dean hates the most because he feels guilty for not being there in time.
• Lightning like scars around his legs, arms and near his heart from the wish that killed him (from Wishful Thinking 4x8)
• Pulse like or sound wave like around his chest from when Pamela took his and Dean’s Soul/killed them
• Stab wound in his lower abdomen from when Anna stabbed him (5x13)
• Gunshot wound in the center of his chest from when Walt and Roy killed them
• Dark marks around his heart from when he jumped in the cage. (Adam had this as well)
• x2 pulse/sound waves around heart when Billie killed them in 12x9
• Bite mark in neck from 13x21
Dean:
(I din’t add Mystery Spot because it was a time loop, so his deaths technically never happened)
• Claw marks (especially around his chest) from hellhounds (this are the ones Sam’s hates the most)
• Pulse like or sound wave like around his chest from when Pamela took his and Sam’s Soul/killed them
• Gunshot wound in the center of his chest from when Walt and Roy killed them
• x2 Pulse like/sound waves from when he made the deal with Death to bring Sam’s soul back
• Stab wound in abdomen from Metatron
• bruise like around his throat from overdose (11x17)
• x3 pulse/sound waves around heart when Billie killed them in 12x9
• x4 pulse/sound waves around heart when he stopped his heart to talk to the ghosts/Death (13x5)
• Impale wound from his final death
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shallowstories · 1 year ago
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It was very easy to convince Anna to kill Sam Winchester. All we had to do was threaten to cast her human "parents" into Hell.
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detergentdegradation · 9 months ago
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One of the most heartbreaking senses in the series
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Stackednatural- 180/327
The Song Remains the Same (5x13) February 4th, 2010
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littlebluejaydraws · 1 year ago
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Now I just act like I don't remember, Mary acts like she don't care Soulmates as horror my beloved <3
This started as another leyendecker study but ended up just using the pose because i got impatient haha
Image descriptions in alt text.
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thebeautyofspn · 2 years ago
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5x13 The Song Remains The Same
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the-girl-lost-in-fandoms · 6 months ago
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i just love that special kind of flavor that have the time traveling episodes in which john as no clue whatsoever about the supernatural
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escapingpurgatorypodcast · 1 year ago
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Hi Purgatory Pals!
Episode 05:13 'The Song Remains the Same' is now available to listen to on YouTube!
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bloodydeanwinchester · 8 months ago
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DESTIEL IN EVERY EPISODE → 5x13 the song remains the same
one look and he'd do anything for you
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samepisodebracket · 2 years ago
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Round 1; Group 27
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doctorbitchcrxft · 4 months ago
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It's The End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) | Castiel x Demon!Fem!Reader
Pairing: Castiel x Demon!Crowley's Daughter!Fem!Reader
Warnings: general demon snarkery, canon violence, canon gore
Word Count: 8503
A/N: Request fulfilled for this nonnie! I hope this makes your week a little better, sunny!! it sort of turned out to be a rewrite for Abandon All Hope 5x10 and and The Song Remains the Same 5x13. enjoy, kids!
Songs of the fic !
It’s The End of the World As We Know It (and I Feel Fine) by R.E.M.
Roll the Bones by Rush
Too Sweet by Hozier
Dream Girl Evil by Florence + the Machine
Dirty Diana by Michael Jackson
Take My True Love by the Hand by the Lamplighters
Queue up your favorite music streaming service and listen while you read along, if you'd like!
General Writings Masterlist
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“Are you sure you want this?” you asked, stepping closer to the man before you, heels crunching the gravel beneath them.
The man nodded. 
“Use your words, darlin’.”
“Yes,” he replied. 
You grabbed his neck to pull him down to kiss you, but he shoved you back. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, wh— what are you doing?”
“What, you didn’t think we were just gonna shake on it, did you?” you grinned. 
“Oh,” the man replied. He hesitantly leaned back down toward you, and you tilted your chin up slightly to kiss him. 
When you pulled away, you wiped his spit off your lips— he’d been a horrible kisser— and turned away. “See you in ten years.” You closed your eyes and reopened them once inside your father’s mansion. 
The Louboutins he’d gotten you clicked across the marble floors leading down the hall to his office, and you wanted to be anywhere other than reporting to him. However, since Hell was in shambles, here was one of your only options. You knew you’d inevitably be taking a trip downstairs soon enough to speak to your accomplices. 
“Ah, (Y/N/N), welcome back,” your father said. “Business seems to be as usual.”
“Always,” you sighed. “Let’s skip the pleasantries, though. Given I’m doing your job for you, I don’t exactly have time to chat.”
“If you want to keep your position, I suggest you keep the attitude to a minimum,” your father argued, effectively silencing you. 
“Whatever,” you replied. “What do I have to do?”
“I need you to get the Winchesters here,” he stated simply. 
“What?!” you exclaimed. “What could you possibly want with those idiots?”
Your father took the Colt out of his desk and placed it in front of him. “They need this. I intend to give it to them.”
“And how does that help us?” you asked. 
He looked at you strangely, as if it was obvious. “They need it to kill Lucifer. We need them to kill Lucifer so he doesn’t kill us.”
“I mean, sure, but why are we relying on them to get the job done?” you scoffed. 
“They’ve got an angel on their shoulder. I’m sure they can handle it,” he responded. 
***
Hell was completely in chaos. There was no corner you could go to without bloodshed happening in front of you. Therefore, you and your allies decided to meet in the most inconspicuous of places: a coffee shop. In fact, it was one another one of your allies ran; it was covered in enochian symbols to keep angels from getting too close or hearing something they weren’t supposed to. 
“So, what is he just on vacation?” you asked, taking a sip of your latte. 
“Apparently, he’s got something set up in Carthage, Missouri,” your friend, Fallon replied. “Whatever it is has the reapers so excited they came running to me with information. I swear, they haven’t been this uppity since they dropped the atom bomb.”
“Oh, great,” you sighed. 
“Lucifer’s following is getting shaky, too,” your other friend, James, chimed in. “We’ve started spreading the word that he’s gonna kill us when he’s done with earth.”
“Wait, they didn’t know that before?” you questioned. 
“They seem to be on a need-to-know basis,” he shrugged. 
“Typical,” you snorted. “Any word on the Winchesters?”
Fallon smirked. “Word on the street is their little angel friend has been trailing you.”
“I thought so. He’s not exactly subtle,” you laughed. 
“Be careful tonight,” she warned. “They’ve got a little blonde friend who’s planning on showing up.”
“Great,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m sure the lumberjacks won’t be far behind.” A sigh tore through you. “I swear, if they fuck this up…” 
“I’m sure they will, (Y/N). They don’t exactly have a track record that suggests otherwise. Does Crowley have any sort of… insurance in place?” James questioned.
You bit the inside of your cheek. “It’s my father we’re talking about. I’m sure he does; probably involving a desert island and mai thais. And I’ve got some of my own.”
“What’s that smirk for?” he asked. 
“That angel fella. What’s his name?” 
“Castiel, I think,” Fallon answered. 
“Think he’s into demons?” you grinned broadly. 
“(Y/N), you’re fucking crazy,” she scoffed. 
You leaned back in your chair, feigning offense. “What? I can be very persuasive.”
“Yeah, I know, but… I mean, have you ever tried it out on an angel?” You shrugged. “Never had the opportunity.”
“That is a huge risk, though,” James pointed out. “You realize how sideways that could go?”
“Obviously. I’m bored, though. Business is slow, my dad’s a fucking idiot, and Lucifer’s gonna kill us all. Why not fuck an angel while I have the chance?” you replied. 
Fallon shook her head. “Good luck with that, lover. I’ll see you when I got something else you can use.” She headed to the back of the shop near the restrooms and disappeared under the cover of the shadows. 
James patted you on the shoulder to say goodbye. “Let me know when they’ve got the Colt. I’ll keep a tail on them when they do.”
“Thanks, love. See you around.” You walked out the front door of the café knowing the angel was near. You could almost feel the light emanating off him. 
You lead him to a clearing in the woods outside the small town you’d met your friends in. “I know you’re there, angel,” you almost spat out the words, but you tried to keep your voice sugary sweet. 
You heard a flutter of wings behind you. “Hello, (Y/N),” the angel’s deep voice rumbled. 
You turned to face the voice, and you couldn’t lie, he was incredibly attractive. “Y’know, if I wasn’t so disgusted by your existence, I’d find you pretty hot.”
“Is that supposed to be flattering?” Castiel asked, cutting his eyes at you and cocking his head to the side. 
You smirked. “You’re kinda funny for an angel.”
“I do not believe we have senses of humor,” he responded, seeming confused. 
Crossing your arms, you shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Why are you following me?”
“Crowley has something that belongs to the Winchesters,” Castiel replied. 
“And that concerns you, how?”
His expression remained deadpan. “I don’t have to answer to you.”
“Just making conversation,” you returned. “I’m assuming the cavemen in question are heading to my father’s house as we speak?”
Castiel nodded. 
“And I’m guessing they’re gonna try and kill him?” He nodded again. 
“I don’t think it’ll be in their best interest to do that,” you said evenly. 
“And why is that?” Castiel asked. 
“Because my father wants to help. And so do I,” you explained. 
Castiel furrowed his brows at you. “Why?” he grumbled. 
“Personally, I’m not interested in being turned into minced meat by the man in charge,” you snickered.
He seemed confused. 
“What, you didn’t know? Or is your face just… permanently ‘deer in headlights’?” you taunted, circling him. 
“Why would Lucifer kill his own kind?” the angel asked pointedly. He followed you with his gaze as you walked by turning his head.
“We’re not his own kind, genius. He’s a disgruntled frat boy with serious daddy issues, and we’re just the sorority girls he fucks over repeatedly trying to ignore his own problems,” you explained. 
“Lucifer knows he won’t win, correct?” 
You scoffed mockingly. “You wanna tell him? ‘Cause he firmly believes he shall inherit the earth.”
“I would rather not cross paths with Lucifer again. And I’d rather you change your tone when you speak to me,” he replied, his much taller frame intimidating you slightly. Still, you held your ground.
“Whaddya say we work together?” you asked, coming to a stop in front of him. “Y’know, you scratch my back, I scratch yours?”
“What could a demon possibly offer me?” he grumbled. 
“I can think of a few things,” you smirked. 
Castiel furrowed his brows once more, and you could see the smallest bit of lust in them. ‘Gotcha,’ you thought. 
“I know demons,” you explained. “I know how we work. I also know how to kill us. And Hellhounds adore me. I could be a valuable asset in the undoubtedly stupid plan you and the Winchesters are gonna go through with after tonight.”
He seemed hesitant, but you could tell you had him on the hook. 
“Whaddya say?”
***
Much to your surprise, Castiel had agreed to allow you to help them with their mission. However, the Winchesters clearly weren’t aware of that fact.
Your shoes clicked across the concrete as you headed toward the gates where the Winchesters and their friend Jo had just put down two of your father’s servants. 
“It’s a shame,” you said. “We just got the driveway pressure washed.” 
The two brothers were clearly surprised to see you, and the taller one squared his shoulders at you, holding out his knife. 
“Relax, would you?” you said evenly. “And put that thing away. Follow me.”
You turned on your heel and lead the duo into your father’s home. 
The heavy doors closed with a thunk behind the brothers, and you continued down the hall toward your father’s office. He’d apparently been expecting you, as he was sitting behind his desk with a cocktail in hand looking bored. You stood off to his side, leaning one arm on the back of his chair. 
“Wh— It’s Crowley, right?” Sam asked, trying to appear strong despite his clear disorientation. 
“So, the Hardy Boys finally found me. Took you long enough,” your father smirked. 
“I thought I told you to put that knife away,” you said, referencing the one in the taller man’s hand. 
Your father pulled the Colt out of his desk drawer and placed it down in front of him. “This is it, right? This is what it's all about.”
“What the hell is this?” Dean questioned gruffly. 
“Do you know how deep I could have buried this thing?” Your father waved his hand, and the doors behind the Winchesters slammed shut. “There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists, except that I told you.” Sam scoffed. “You told us.”
“Rumors, innuendo, sent out on the grapevine,” he returned. 
“Why? Why tell us anything?” 
Your father picked up the gun and pointed it at Dean. “I want you to take this thing to Lucifer and empty it into his face.
“Uh-huh, okay,” Dean deadpanned, “and why exactly would you want the devil dead?”
“None of you are that quick on the draw, are you?” you snickered. 
Dean looked confused. 
“I’ve already had this conversation with your Heavenly lap dog. It’s about survival.” You stalked around the two boys, who were clearly a little intimidated by you. “Lucifer isn't a demon, remember? He's an angel. An angel famous for his hatred of humankind. To him, you're hideous, unwashed miscreants. If that's the way he feels about you, what do you think he thinks about us?”
“But he created you,” Sam noted. 
“Well, that’s a nice sentiment— parental love, and all that— but to him, we’re just servants; cannon fodder.” You came to a stop beside your father again. 
He spoke up to finish your explanation. “If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind, we're next. So, help me out, huh? Let's all go back to simpler, better times, back to when we could all follow our natures. I'm in sales, dammit! So what do you say if I give you this thing, and you go kill the devil?” He held out the Colt, handle first, to Sam, who hesitantly stepped forward to take it. 
“Great,” Sam said, looking down at the gun in his hand. 
“Great,” Crowley nodded. 
“You wouldn't happen to know where the devil is, by chance, would you?” he asked. 
“He’s got an appointment in Carthage, Missouri on Thursday,” you explained. “I’d be more than happy to escort you.”
Dean laughed. “No offense, sweetheart, but I don’t think we’ll be needing any help from you.”
“Oh, you don't?” you scoffed, eyebrows raised. “Your friend Cas seems to think I could be useful. In fact, he’s already agreed to let me come.”
Dean shook his head. “No. No fuckin’ way. Why the hell would he tell you that?”
“Trust me,” you replied, “you two troglodytes are chum in the water for whatever Lucifer’s got camping out over there. You’re gonna want another great white on your team.”
“Oh, and, uh, excuse me for asking, but aren't you kind of signing your own death warrant? I mean, what happens to you if we go up against the devil and lose?” Dean questioned. 
“Number one, he's going to wipe us all out anyway. Two, after you leave here, I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere. And three, how about you don't miss, okay! Morons!” your father roared, his gravelly voice thick. You tossed the bullets at Sam and Dean, giving them no time to recover before you disappeared. 
***
A flap of wings behind you told you that Castiel had actually shown up to your planned meeting. 
“I’m surprised to see you, darlin’,” you said, turning to face him. 
“You demons are so peculiar with your terms of endearment,” he replied, voice rumbling deep in his chest. “But yes, as much as I’m unhappy about it, I am here.”
“Your boys seemed a little off-put by you putting your faith in me,” you smirked. 
The angel became defensive. “I am not putting my faith in you. You are simply convenient.”
“Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special,” you snickered. 
“This banter is exhausting, (Y/N). What is your plan?” he questioned.
“All business,” you sighed mockingly. “Well, I’m not gonna put myself in the Winchesters’ line of fire. Or yours, for that matter. What I will do is jump in to keep the other demons at bay and help you find Lucifer.”
Castiel nodded, his face as stoic as always. “I will be with the Winchesters. We will meet you in Carthage, and you need to help us get into the town. I am sure there will be demons guarding it.”
“Naturally,” you replied. “You realize this is a huge risk for me, right?” 
“I am aware. It’s a risk for me, too,” Castiel cut you off. 
“But you’re not going against your own kind. I could lose some serious street cred,” you said sincerely. 
“I did,” he said simply. 
You turned back to him. “But the angels didn’t kill you when you did. You just got sent away. I’d be tortured. Forever, potentially.”
“No one is forcing you to help us, (Y/N),” Castiel replied dryly. However, he did seem to feel slight sympathy for you. That was overshadowed, though, by his disdainful stare.
“My father is,” you said.
“Crowley?” 
“The one and only,” you snickered. “If I had it my way, I would’ve fucked off to somewhere in the mountains and raised a couple goats when Hell went to… well, hell.”
“Why didn’t you?” Castiel asked pointedly. 
“What difference does it make why I didn’t?” you snapped. “My point in bringing that up is to tell you not to pretend we’re the same in this situation. I have a lot more riding on the line than you do. You may wanna start being a little less of a dick to me.”
“Are you, a demon, sincerely going to call me out on an attitude problem?” Castiel grunted. 
“Yes,” you replied. “If I’m telling you your attitude sucks, then it must really fucking suck. Just… don’t treat me like the scum of the earth, okay? I didn’t ask to be a demon.”
“Well, you must have done something to get yourself sent to Hell to become one,” the angel responded. 
“I didn’t, actually,” you stated. “My mother was a human. She got pregnant with me, and I became my father’s right hand man when she died.”
“You’re a natural-born demon?”
“Are you dense?” you scoffed. “That’s what I just told you.”
“I’ve never heard of one before,” he said, ignoring your flippance.
“I’m the first. Which, again, adds to the danger. I’m the demon-equivalent of a nephilim, and everybody wants me. That’s not me being cocky,” you explained, “that’s just me stating the facts. Everyone jockeying for power down in Hell wants me on their team. And I stayed loyal to my father. Which has made quite a few demons wanna put my head on a pike on their front lawns.”
“If you have all these powers, why haven’t you used them on me yet?” he questioned. 
“You’ve got a pretty face,” you said coolly. “I’d hate to make a mess of it.”
***
The next day, you waited near the outskirts of the town for the 1967 Impala and the band of misfits that would be accompanying it. 
“Hey there, (Y/N),” a voice said behind you. 
“Jesus, James!” you squeaked. You turned and shoved his shoulder. “You scared the fuck out of me. What are you doing here?”
He didn’t seem as happy to see you as he usually was. “I wish you wouldn’t’ve come,” he told you. 
Your expression hardened. “Why…?”
“This isn’t gonna end well. For anyone,” he replied, equally as cryptically.
“Stop talkin’ like Shakespeare. Spit it out,” you snarled, getting angry. 
“Meg’s here. With the Hellhounds. This isn’t gonna end well if you help them,” James explained. 
“What the fuck, did you help her, or something?” you asked. 
“No, but your dad’s got me directly in cahoots with her. I’m gonna have to duke it out with you since you’re here,” he replied. 
You nodded, understanding why he was behaving so strangely. “We’re not leaving here till one of us his dead, huh?”
James nodded. You knew you couldn’t hug him since you were likely being watched by some of Lucifer’s followers, but you gave him an empathetic look knowing he didn’t stand a chance against you. 
“Don’t go easy on me, love,” you told him. 
“Ditto,” he replied, a smirk tugging at the ends of his lips. 
He rushed you, and you dodged him easily. The two of you sparred for a few minutes as your thoughts spiraled downward. James had been your friend for centuries, and he was one of your father’s most devoted followers. He was a low-level crossroads demon, and his powers were nothing against yours. With your telekinesis and ability to manipulate light and energy, he could’ve been on the ground within ten seconds. 
“This is definitely a hell of a way to go,” James grunted as you threw him back to the ground. 
You panted, “It’ll give you a cool story to tell in… whatever’s after this.”
Your friend seemed to get sad at that. “I’m not sure there is anything after this.”
“Well, I’ll see you when I see you, J,” you said, tears rimming your eyes. 
“Don’t cry for me. I’d rather you than Lucifer,” he assured you, letting you shove him to the ground one last time. 
Your lip trembled as you held your hand up at him, and he closed his eyes in preparation for the blow. The most merciful way you could think to kill him was with a blinding light emanating from your hand that immediately disintegrated his essence. Tears finally fell from your eyes when the light dissipated, and you could see your friend’s limp body lying on the ground. 
Collapsing to your knees, you held James's cold hand.
A voice came from behind you. “Who is he to you?”
‘Castiel,’ you realized. “My best friend,” you sniffled. “He was, uh, my guy on the inside.” You stood from the ground but refused to face him. 
“I’ve never known a demon to cry before,” Castiel said, his voice sounding genuinely curious and sincere. 
You sniffed again. “I told you. I’m half-human. I can feel differently than other demons. Where are the others?”
“We passed you when you were fighting with your friend,” the angel explained. “We should go talk to the reapers. They’ll know where to find Lucifer and give us some information as to what’s going on.”
“You do that,” you replied, facing him once you collected yourself. “I gotta go check on something.”
He looked at you curiously, but said nothing before you disappeared. 
“Come on, boys. My Father wants to see you,” you heard Meg saying as you approached. 
“I think we'll pass, thanks,” Sam replied. 
“Your call. You can make this easy, or you can make it really, really hard,” she cooed dangerously. Meg had always been a true pain in your ass. 
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. You heard a Hellhound whine as you rounded the corner onto the street where the Winchesters were facing off with Meg.
“Run!” someone screamed. 
You saw the hounds heading after the hunters, and one of them pulled Dean to the ground. He screamed in agony as it slashed at his leg. 
“Dean!” the blonde from your father’s mansion cried. 
“Jo, stay back!” he told her. 
Suddenly, a sharp whistle broke through the air. You’d learned at a young age to communicate with Hellhounds, and your whistles could almost hypnotize them. Being a crossroads demon certainly meant having a strong relationship with the creatures, too. 
Everyone’s heads turned to you, including those of the hounds. You walked forward calmly and called the dogs to your sides. 
“Run,” you ordered the hunters. 
They all listened gladly and sprinted away as Meg lunged at you. You couldn’t simultaneously control Meg’s hounds and fight her, and the hounds went back to their original mission. You threw Meg against the wall of a shop, and she retaliated by causing a telephone pole to nearly fall on you. There was never a window of opportunity wide enough to enable you to summon energy to smite her with the many telekinetic bl0ws she threw at you. You continued to grow angrier and angrier as time went on, and the two of you continued to fight, and Meg had apparently grown tired of your battle. She disappeared from view, and you panted laboriously when she’d gone. 
You turned to the shop the Hellhounds were lunging at the doors of. 
As much as you weren’t thrilled about helping people that were unkind to you— namely, Dean— you called the dogs off. The Hellhounds were always terrifyingly beautiful creatures, in your opinion. 
Their ears perked up at your whistles, and you called them to your side. 
“Hi, boys,” you said, stooping down to them. You pet one’s fur, and he nuzzled into your hand. You walked over to the splintered telephone pole Meg had brought down on you with the dogs hot on your heels and broke off a large piece of it. Throwing as hard as you could, you sent the dogs after their new chew toy. 
Dusting your hands off, you made your way over to the shop the hounds had been chomping at the bit to get in. When you threw the doors open with your powers, you were met with guns and angry voices. 
“Whoa, whoa!” you snickered, holding your hands up in surrender. “I come in peace.”
Dean and Sam reluctantly lowered their guns but didn’t seem pleased to see you. 
“I just saved you from those mutts. Maybe a little appreciation would do?” you smirked. 
“This is not the time for you to be a smart ass,” Dean grunted. He tossed a look over at the blonde woman on the floor bleeding profusely from her side. There was no doubt in your mind that she’d been attacked by a hound. 
“Can you… help her?” Sam asked. 
You shook your head. “No can do. I’m a demon. None of the powers we were gifted can exactly be used for truly benevolent reasons.”
“Great!” Dean threw his hands up sarcastically and ran them over his hair, pacing back and forth. “Alright, we gotta get them the hell outta town.” He was referencing the two women on the floor. The older one muttered encouraging words to whom you assumed was her daughter, and you looked on sadly. 
“Won't be easy,” Sam noted.
“Stretcher?”
“I’ll see what we got.” The younger brother started off, but the blonde stopped him. 
“Can we, uh, be realistic about this, please?” she said through labored breaths. “Ah—! I can't move my legs. I can't be moved. My guts are being held in by an ace bandage. We gotta—we gotta get our priorities straight here.” She tried to offer a sad smile. “Number one, I'm not going anywhere.”
“Joanna Beth, you stop talking like that,” her mother told her. 
The blonde turned her head toward the woman weakly. “Mom, I can’t fight. I can’t walk. I can’t move. This is it for me.”
“There is… something I can do,” you said. 
All of their heads turned to you, but Dean seemed to catch on to what you were implying faster than the rest of them did. 
“No. No way in hell, bitch,” he asserted. 
“Okay, first of all, watch how you speak to me.” You flashed your eyes red to get the point across, which Dean seemed to be slightly afraid of. “Second, do you have any other plan? You heard what she said. Your angel friend is locked up with Lucifer god knows where, and I can’t heal her. What I can do is put her out of her misery, and we can get out of here before those hounds get bored of their new chew toy.”
The blonde’s mother was horrified. “No! I— I won’t let you.”
“Mom, please,” the girl on the floor begged weakly. 
“No!” her mother argued, tears streaming down her face. 
“Look, these guys need to move on. I’ll only slow ‘em down, and you know they won’t leave here without me,” she continued. 
“No, no! That’s not—”
The blonde cut her mother off. “Mom, this might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult. Might wanna take it?” She smiled sadly up at her. 
Her mom held her close, sobbing. 
“I’ll give you some time to say your goodbyes,” you said, turning away. You waited by the shop doors looking for unexpected visitors or for the Hellhounds to come back. You watched the sun set while Sam, Dean, and the girl’s mother all exchanged their final words. 
When you turned back, the blonde’s mother was on the floor with her. 
“All of you need to leave. Any one of you in this room with me will die if you don’t,” you urged, looking at the girl’s mother. 
“I will not leave you here alone,” the woman told her daughter. 
“Mom, no,” the girl cried. 
You remained stoic despite the pangs going through your chest. “Are you sure?” you asked her. 
She nodded at you and smiled at her daughter. “Just make it quick. For both of us.”
You nodded and turned to the Winchesters. “Get outta here.” 
Both men looked like they wanted to protest, but they decided against it. As soon as you were sure the two boys were out of danger, you raised your hand toward them. 
“Goodnight, guys,” you told them. 
The woman smiled at you and closed her eyes, leaning into her daughter and kissing her hair. “I will always love you, baby,” she told her.
Energy surged from the world around you into your extended hand producing a blinding white light that engulfed the room. When the light dissipated, both women were gone. “Good luck to you both,” you told them. The afterlife was no party; that was for certain. 
You walked out of the shop and down the street where the boys were waiting for you. “C’mon,” you urged them. “I’ll get you guys as close as I can, and then, I’ll go find Cas.”
Sam nodded, but Dean’s mind seemed elsewhere. Still, the two followed you down the street. 
You could feel the light radiating from Castiel and followed the feeling to a farmhouse at the edge of town. It was a peculiar feeling, though; most angels didn’t feel warm when you were near them. Their energy had always felt cold and unforgiving, even more so than demons. 
You pulled the boys down into a bush with you, and the three of you peeked over the tops of the leaves. Dozens of men stood in the field, attention on something you couldn’t see through the darkness. 
“Demons,” you whispered. “He’s here.”
You could feel Lucifer’s horrible presence. His presence felt like Hellfire scorching your skin the closer you got to him. 
“Don’t miss,” you told Dean, referencing the Colt he was brandishing. He nodded at you, and you made your way around the field and into the farmhouse where Castiel’s energy emanated from. 
Something else was here, too, though. You had to guess it was Meg; she’d always had a particularly close relationship with Lucifer. What sounded like flames crackled from upstairs, and you figured they had Castiel trapped in a ring of holy fire. 
You crept up the stairs, praying Meg couldn’t hear your footsteps over the roaring fire. 
“You seem pleased,” you heard Castiel say. 
“We're gonna win,” Meg gloated. “Can you feel it? You cloud-hopping pansies lost the whole damn universe. Lucifer's gonna take over Heaven. We're going to Heaven, Clarence.”
“Strange, because I heard a different theory from a demon named (Y/N),” Castiel said. 
Meg scoffed. “You don’t know (Y/N). Or Crowley.”
“They believe Lucifer is just using demons to achieve an end, and that, once he does, he’ll destroy you all,” Castiel continued. 
“You're wrong. Lucifer is the father of our race. Our creator. Your god may be a deadbeat. Mine? Mine walks the earth.”
You used your powers to break a pipe off the wall and slammed the back of Meg’s head with it. She fell forward into the fire, and you held her screaming, writhing form down for Castiel to walk over. 
Once he was free, you shoved Meg fully into the circle to trap her there. 
“Hello, (Y/N),” the angel told you. 
For the first time since you’d met him, you cracked a genuine smile. “Hello, Castiel.” Remembering your mission, your disposition became serious once more. “C’mon, we gotta get the boys. Something’s wrong.”
You and Castiel teleported to where the Winchesters were being held captive by Lucifer near the mass grave he’d created, and the angel held a finger to his lips to silence them. You let Castiel steer you where he needed your power to transport the boys. Once the Winchesters were delivered back to their friend Bobby’s house safely, you and Castiel regrouped in a clearing in the woods nearby. 
“I can’t fuckin’ believe the Colt didn’t work,” you grumbled, running your hands through your hair in frustration. “Of course he’s one of the only five beings in the universe that thing doesn’t work on. Did you know?” You wheeled around to face Castiel. 
He shook his head. “I wish I had. It could’ve saved Ellen’s and Jo’s lives.”
You looked up at the stars; unobstructed by city lights or trees blocking your view as a heavy silence settled over you and the angel. “What’s Heaven like, Cas?” you asked. 
“What?” he questioned. 
“What’s it like?” You turned to face him, pulling your attention from the stars above. 
“It’s… nice, I think,” he said plainly. 
You snorted. “ ‘Nice’? That’s all I get?”
“Why do you want to know?” Castiel asked, furrowing his brow at you. 
“I wanna know if I sent that mom and her daughter to a good place,” you answered. 
The angel seemed to marinate on that information for a moment, and you could see empathy flash across his face. “It is different for each person. Everyone has their own personal definition of ‘Heaven,’ and that is what awaits them at the end of their lives.”
“Did you like it up there?” you asked, turning your attention back to the stars. 
“I didn’t like anything before I came to Earth,” Castiel replied. 
You tilted your head to the side and faced him again. “Really?”
He nodded. The starlight caught his eyes, and your gaze softened, righting your head. “What is it?” he asked. 
“Your eyes are really blue,” you told him. 
He looked confused. 
“They’re pretty,” you said. 
Those blue eyes searched your face. “I think the correct response to that is ‘thank you’,” he replied. 
You nodded, cracking a small smile and looking away from his intense gaze. “You’re welcome. Lucifer tell you anything worth noting?”
“No,” he answered, starting to walk around you. “I did find a particular distaste for car rides, though.”
You laughed, circling him just the same. “They’re the worst.”
Then, he abruptly stopped. “Why are you being so kind?”
You stopped, too, confused by his question. “What?”
“I mean, you’re a demon. It seemed you hated me when we first spoke,” Castiel explained. “It seemed your motivations were purely self-serving; like your father’s. And yet, you showed concern for Ellen and Jo. You saved Sam and Dean from the Hellhounds. You saved me. Why?”
You looked to the ground. “I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “The… human side of me always confuses the fuck outta me. I do my job, I play the part, but I… love humanity. Sure, they’re horrible to each other sometimes, but so are demons. Their full range of emotion is so complex. I just— they fascinate me. And sometimes, I wish I had a life as little as theirs.”
When you looked back at Castiel, he was staring down at you with such intensity it felt like he was staring straight into your soul. 
“Don’t look at me like that,” you told him. 
“Why?” Castiel asked, his expression unmoving.
“Because I don’t know what it means.” 
He stepped closer to you, and your breath quickened. The angel slid his hand along your jaw and tilted your face up to his, kissing you with a fever. He grabbed desperately at you, and you, at him. When he broke away, you were dumbfounded. 
“I learned that from the pizza man,” he told you. 
You didn’t quite understand what that meant, but you laughed all the same. 
***
The next time you saw Castiel, he informed you there was an angel he needed help handling. 
“So, what’s your deal with this chick?” you asked him. 
“Heaven had her imprisoned, and I heard the angels talking about how she’s free,” Castiel replied. 
“Is she a major player?”
He gave you a strange look. 
“Is she a big deal,” you clarified. 
‘The only way she got out was if someone let her out. So, yes, she’s becoming one,” the angel nodded. 
“And why do you need me?” you asked. “Seems like a family dispute to me.”
“Because you’re stronger than I am. And you’ve proven you’re trustworthy.” Castiel grabbed your hand to bring you along to wherever he’d determined Anna was. 
Unfortunately for you, he was right. You were trustworthy. As much as you started hanging around him for "insurance," he was becoming a true ally you couldn't double-cross.
“Hello?��� the woman called into the darkness. “Who’s there?”
You stepped out into the flickering light. “Hi there.”
She jumped back in surprise. “Who are you?!”
Castiel stepped out from behind you. “Hello, Anna.”
Anna turned to face him. “Well, if I didn't know any better, I'd say the Winchesters don't trust me.”
“They do. I don't. I wouldn't let them come,” Castiel replied, beginning to circle her. 
You followed suit, walking in the opposite direction. 
“And why is that?” she questioned, continuing to face Castiel. 
“If you're out of prison, it's because they let you out. And they sent you here to do their dirty work,” he responded. 
She folded her arms across her chest. “And what makes you so sure?”
“Because I've experienced…” the angel trailed off, searching for the words, “heaven's persuasion.”
“You mean when you gave me to them,” Anna clarified. 
Castiel sighed. “That was a mistake. Anna, whatever they sent you here to do—”
She cut him off. “They didn't send me. I escaped.”
“Darlin’,” you chimed in, “Heaven’s the supermax prison to end all supermaxes. Seriously, how’d you get out?” While she was distracted trying to answer your question and keep her focus between both you and Castiel, you used your powers to draw the knife she was hiding in her jacket and pull it around the back of her body to keep her from noticing it was missing. 
“Castiel can tell you,” Anna replied evenly, “I’m not one to underestimate.”
You hummed. “So, if you’re not on team ‘god’—” you used air-quotes mockingly— “then what do you want?”
“I want to help.”
Castiel scoffed. “You want to help?”
“Yes,” she nodded. 
“Then what are you doing with this knife?” You came to a stop in front of Anna, dangling it with a mocking pout on your face. 
She seemed startled that you’d noticed it. “I'm not allowed to defend myself?”
“Against whom?” Castiel pressed. “That blade doesn't work against angels. It's not like this one.” He drew his own long blade that came to a pointed tip. “Maybe you're not working for Heaven, but there's something you're not telling us.”
Anna took in a shuddering breath. “Sam Winchester has to die. I'm sorry but we have no choice. He's Lucifer's vessel.”
You laughed. “He’s not the only one, doll.”
“What, that guy Nick?” she scoffed. “He's burning away as we speak. No. Sam is the only vessel that matters. You know what that means? If Lucifer can't take Sam, his whole plan short-circuits. No fight with Michael, no Croatoan virus. The Horsemen go back to their day jobs.”
“Even if you could…” Castiel trailed off, “kill Sam, Satan would just bring him back to life.”
“Not after I scatter his cells across the universe,” Anna stated almost immediately. “They'll never find him. Not all of him.”
You waited for Castiel to answer. 
“We'll find another way,” was all he could manage to say. 
“How's that going?” the redhead pressed. “How's the Colt working out? Or the search for God? Is anything working? If you want to stop the devil, this is how.”
“The answer's still no, because Sam is my friend,” Castiel said plainly. 
She seemed taken aback. “You've changed.”
“Maybe too late, but I have.”
You tsked. “You’re breakin’ my heart, Cas.”
Your friend ignored you. “Anna, we've been through much together, but you come near Sam Winchester, and I'll kill you.” 
The woman’s eyes widened a moment before she decided it best for her to disappear. 
“Well, that’s fuckin’ great,” you commented, slightly exasperated. “I’ll get my friends on the lookout for the bitch. If she even sniffs close to Sam, I’m on it.”
“What is he to you?” Castiel asked. “Given your motivations, I’d think you’d agree with her.”
You turned to face him. “Well, things change. And if this kid is important to you, then he’s important to me.”
***
After thoroughly briefing your allies and your father, you ventured to the Winchesters’ motel room. You scrunched your nose up at the foul scent of molding carpet. “Ugh, you guys live like this?” you snarked, looking around in disgust. 
“And what the fuck are you doing here?” Dean questioned. 
“Dean,” Castiel warned, “I asked her to come.”
The older brother scoffed. “You did? Why?”
“I’ll need her help in case things go wrong.”
“What are you talking about?” you asked. “I thought you just needed me for the summoning ritual.” 
“Well, I thought that was all I needed you for, too,” the angel sighed. “That was until I found out she’s in 1978.”
“Why would she be in 1978?” you asked. 
“Yeah,” Sam replied, “I wasn't even born yet.”
“You won’t be if she kills your parents,” Castiel stated. “Anna can't get to you because of me. So she's going after them.”
“Take us back right now,” Dean ordered, bracing himself. 
You scoffed. “And deliver you right to Anna? We should go alone.”
“No, no, no, sister,” the older brother argued. “I don’t trust you with my parents or Cas alone.”
“Why not?” you fired back. “It’s not like I saved you. Twice.”
Dean shook his head. “No. No way. They’re our parents. We’re going. Little help here, Cas?”
“It's not that easy,” the angel said calmly. 
Sam jumped in, saying, “Why not?”
“Time travel was difficult even with the powers of Heaven at my disposal.”
“Which got cut off,” finished Sam. 
“Which is why we need her,” Castiel nodded to you. 
You sighed heavily. “I don’t know, Cas.”
“Oh, since when are you two on a nickname basis?” Dean gestured between the two of you. “And, what, you’re like a Delorean without enough plutonium?” 
“I don't understand that reference,” the angel said dryly. “But I'm telling you, taking this trip, with passengers, no less—” he shook his head, “it'll weaken me.”
Dean walked up to Castiel trying to get him to meet his eyes. “They're our mom and dad. If we can save them, and not just from Anna. I mean, if we can set things right, we have to try.”
Castiel shook his head, but then, started to busy himself packing up a duffel bag with holy oil, his angel blade, and other angelic knick-knacks. 
“Ready?” he asked when he was finished packing.
You nodded, grabbing both his and Sam’s wrists. 
“Whoa, whoa, what? Is she coming?” Dean protested. 
“Uh, yeah,” Sam snorted. “She helped us out a lot, Dean. And Cas needs the… juice, or whatever.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Sorry, I’m not crazy about having a demon near our parents.”
“Well, get on board,” you said dryly. "Let’s get this over with.”
When you opened your eyes again, you turned to see Castiel collapsed next to you and bleeding from his nose. 
“Cas?” you asked worriedly, bending down beside him. 
Sam and Dean made their way over to you. The younger asked, “Did we make it?”
Dean pointed to the car driving down the street. “Unless they're bringing Pintos back into production, I, uh, I'd say, ‘yes’.” 
“Uh, guys? Little help, here?” you remarked, gesturing to the collapsed angel beside you. 
“I'm fine,” Castiel assured you. “I'm much better than I expected.”
You tried to help him up, but he ended up spitting blood and passing out. 
“Great,” you huffed. “C’mon, help me get ‘im in a motel somewhere.”
***
With Castiel comfortably tucked in the bed of the honeymoon suite, you bid the boys goodbye and good luck on their mission. 
“Wait, you’re not coming with us?” Dean asked pointedly. 
“I think you kids can handle yourselves,” you replied. “I need to make sure he doesn’t die.” You gestured to the unconscious man behind you. 
“Sure, sure,” Dean sarcastically said. “And I’m just supposed to trust that you’re not stabbing us in the back, here?”
“Look, if it wasn’t for me, you’d be dead. And without my help getting here, so would he.” You nodded your head toward Castiel. “So lay off me, would ya? And tell that angel bitch to suck my dick.”
Dean tried to resist laughing at your comment and covered it up with an uncomfortable cough. “Fine. If we get stuck here, though, know I’m killing you first.”
“Deal.”
Dean and Sam left with Castiel’s duffel bag, leaving you to take care of him. This was a first for you. You’d never nursed anyone back to health; let alone an angel. 
You sat next to him and gently smoothed your hand over his delightfully fluffy hair. Castiel stirred, the ends of his lips pulling into a smile, but he didn’t wake. You repeated the action, which seemed to soothe him, and eventually, his arms wound around your waist. He buried his face in the hinge of your hip, and you froze in shock. Unsure of what to do, you just continued to play with his hair while he slept. 
***
Castiel slept almost completely through the first day. Despite going stir crazy with no one and nothing to entertain you, the thought of leaving never crossed your mind. 
You sat across the room from him, simply staring at him and memorizing his features. He was frustratingly beautiful. Something about him had you captivated, and you weren’t sure you enjoyed the feeling. 
Every once in a while, Castiel would shift in his sleep. Each time he did, you got excited; hoping he’d wake up. When you realized he was still soundly asleep, you mentally scolded yourself for allowing yourself to become at all invested in the well-being of the angel. 
When he did wake up, he groaned. 
“It lives,” you snickered, your sock-covered feet kicked up on the desk and arms folded across your chest. 
“Good morning,” Castiel’s deep voice rumbled. 
“It’s three in the afternoon, dude.”
He perked his head up, his hair messy. “Oh. Really?”
You nodded, smirking. “Sit up. I gotta show you something.”
Castiel seemed confused. 
“Again with that deer-in-headlights stare,” you sighed sarcastically. “You said you didn’t get Dean’s Back to the Future reference. Now, I’m making you watch the movie.”
The two of you sat beside each other with your arms crossed over your chests and legs outstretched in front of you. Your backs were against the situationally-dissonant heart-shaped headboard, adding an extra layer of school-girlish, giddy discomfort. 
This feeling was entirely foreign to you. He was such a warm light that it almost felt as though the side of you closest to him was burning. The most startling part of it all, though, was you felt awkward. You never felt awkward or unsure. And yet, the angel beside you had you questioning every slight move you made. 
His eyes were firmly glued to the television, and you found his endless curiosity adorable. “He’s aware that she’s his mom, right?” Castiel asked you. 
You laughed, throwing your head back against the headboard. “Yeah, he is. This movie’s weird. Cult classic.”
“We shouldn’t be watching this, then,” he said plainly, looking for the remote.
“What, why?” You held the remote out of his grasp. 
“Because cults are bad, (Y/N),” he replied. 
You shook your head, still smiling widely. “Not a real one, Cas. It’s just an expression. I think it means something like it’s critically a bad movie, but a lot of people really like it.”
“This nomenclature is awfully confusing,” he said, sounding slightly disheartened. 
You giggled. You giggled. You surprised yourself with the laugh that escaped you. Never in your hundreds of years of existence had you giggled at anything; much less an angel. 
“You are fascinating, did you know that?” Castiel asked you, searching your face. 
You tilted your head to the side. “I— I am?” ‘Oh, great. Now, I’m fucking stuttering,’ you thought. 
He nodded, leaning his head toward yours slowly. You allowed his lips to meet yours, and you kissed him back with a fever. His hands pushed you down onto the bed, and yours wound themselves in his hair. He held himself up with one arm and rubbed circles on your stomach with the other. 
When he pulled back from you, you were completely flustered. 
A smile spread across his face. A wide, genuine smile; one that you mirrored. You pulled him back down to you with your hands on either side of his face and rolled yourself on top of him. 
***
The last few days with Castiel had been wonderful. You were incredibly grateful he’d asked for your help with getting back to 1978, and even more grateful that you met him. 
On the fifth day of being in 1978, Castiel’s disposition changed. 
“What is it?” you asked. 
“Something’s wrong,” he replied. “I feel… my brother’s here.”
“Uh, which one?” you questioned, popping up from the bed in worry. 
“Michael.”
“Fuck, dude, we gotta get outta here, then,” you said. You moved to grab his wrist. 
“Wait!” Cas urged. “I don’t— I don’t think I’m strong enough to do this, (Y/N).”
“Yes, you can. You have to. C’mon. I’ll help, okay?” you pleaded, holding both his hands. 
He nodded trepidatiously but allowed you to begin getting you both back to the future. 
***
You and Castiel appeared just behind Sam, and he caught sight of your reflection. 
“(Y/N)? Castiel?” he breathed out. 
You helped a stumbling Cas over to the bed in the room. 
“You son of a bitch. You made it,” Dean chuckled, wrapping Cas’s free arm around his neck. 
“I— I did? I'm very surprised,” Cas grumbled earnestly before collapsing on the bed in front of you. 
“Well, I could use that drink now,” Dean told his brother. He quickly fixed one for each of you, much to your surprise. You were a bit taken aback when he held one out to you. 
“Really?” you asked him, hesitantly taking it. “You didn’t… poison it or anything, right?”
He chuckled. “No.” He raised his own cup to his lips. “Well, this is it.”
Sam’s eyes flicked to yours, confused. “This is what?”
“Team Free Will. One ex-blood junkie, one dropout with six bucks to his name, a literal demon, and Mr. Comatose over there. It's awesome,” the older brother remarked. 
“It’s not funny,” Sam said.
“I’m not laughing,” the other man replied. 
“They all say we'll say yes.”
“The angels?” you asked. 
Sam nodded solemnly. 
“It’s getting annoying,” Dean grumbled, taking another swig of his drink. 
“What if they’re right?” Sam worried aloud. 
You shook your head. “They’re not.”
Both men turned to you. 
You shrugged, a deadpan expression on your face. “If Mr. Comatose can genuinely crack a smile, then anything’s possible.”
Both brothers looked confused, but you just snickered to yourself and downed the rest of your drink. 
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