I sat in the back seat, listening to Dean and Cas talk as we drove back to the cabin. Before we pulled in, Dean slowed the car, his eyes finding mine in the rear view mirror. I gave him a curious raised eyebrow, wondering why he was looking at me like that. "Cesa, be on your toes."

"I'm always on my toes." I retorted as he pulled in at the cabin.

"Well that's a day I'll never get back." He changed the subject quickly as he parked and cut the engine. I giggled softly as I opened my door and stepped out. Dean reached the door first, opening it and I immediately bristled, feeling an unwelcome presence.

"Dean, wait!" Cas growled, causing Dean to hesitate and glance at him. A bright light quickly filled the room, showing off a figure standing in the kitchen. Raphael.. I thought, watching the electric energy pulsing through the air. Light bulbs around us exploded, making me jump slightly and take a small step closer to Dean.

"Castiel." The other angel greeted the one beside us, his eyes on Cas.

"Raphael." The blue eyed angel beside me countered, his voice tense. The two men started forward and I followed without missing a beat. Even if I was a little nervous.

"Ah, and here I thought you were supposed to be impressive." Dean began with the poking. "All you do is black out the room?"

"And the Eastern Seaboard." His voice sent shivers down my spine as lightening flashed outside. "It is a testament to my unending mercy that I don't smite you here and now."

"Or maybe you're full of crap." Winchester smirked. "Maybe you're afraid God'll bring Cas back to life again and smite you and your candy ass skirt. By the way, hi, I'm Dean."

"I know who you are." Raphael had annoyance in his tone. "And now thanks to him, I know where you are."

"You won't kill him. You wouldn't dare." Castiel challenged and I hoped he was right.

"But I will take him to Michael."

"Well, that..sounds terrifying. It does." Dean stepped away from us, walking over to the cooler on the floor, grabbing a beer. "But, uh, hate to tell you.. I'm not goin' anywhere with you." He unscrewed the top from his beer and took a swig.

"Surely you remember Zachariah giving you stomach cancer?" The angel asked.

"Yeah, that was-that was hilarious." Dean turned back toward him, his face not amused.

"Yeah, well..he doesn't have anything close to my imagination." He spoke his words over the top as if he were trying to be intimidating. Trying a little too hard, there, bud.

"Oh yeah?" Dean glanced at Cas. "I bet you didn't imagine one thing."

"What?"

"We knew you were comin', you stupid son of a bitch." I heard the lighter flick and Dean dropped it, surrounding Raphael in a ring of holy fire. He did not look happy, shooting Dean an angry glare. "Don't look at me, it was his idea." The hunter looked at the angel beside us. Cas turned his head to give Dean a disapproving face, before looking back at the trapped angel. I almost laughed at the two, but it wasn't the time.

"Where is he?" Castiel asked.

"God?" Raphael asked, to which Cas gave a slight nod. "Didn't you hear? He's dead, Castiel. Dead."

"Wha-no." I shook my head as Dean and Cas looked at each other, Dean glancing at me between them. "He's lying." I said surely, sneering at the trapped angel.

"But there's no other explanation. He's gone for good."

"You're lying." The angel beside me argued.

"Am I?" Raphael asked. "Do you remember the twentieth century? Think the twenty first is going any better? Do you think God would have let any of that happen if he were alive?"

"Oh, yeah? Well, then, who invented the Chinese basket trick?" Dean was enjoying having Raphael trapped.

"Careful. That's my father you're talking about, boy." He warned.

"Yeah, who would be so proud to know that his sons started the friggin' apocalypse." Dean walked over to the window, peering out.

"Who ran off and disappeared. Who left no instructions and a world to run."

"Ran to get away from you psychos." I muttered under my breath, earning a glare from Raphael.

"So Daddy ran away and disappeared. He didn't happen to work for the post office, did he?" Dean's sarcasm made me crack a smirk that I couldn't hide. That's my Dad..

"This is funny to you? You're living in a godless universe." The angel sounded slightly distraught with that last sentence.

"You don't know that for sure." I spoke up. "Oh, man... When he gets back..." I shook my head.

"And?" The hunter beside me growled. "What, you and the other kids just decide to throw an apocalypse while he's gone?"

"We're tired." Raphael admitted. "We just want it to be over. We just want... Paradise."

"So, what, God dies and makes you the boss and you think you can do whatever you want?" Winchester argued.

"Yes. And whatever we want, we get!" His voice rose slightly and the windows around us shattered. I could feel the power inside of him and I didn't like it. I had felt it before in my time. When he came after us.

"If God is dead, why have I returned?" Who brought me back?" Castiel questioned, as the wind blew savagely, soaking us with rain from the open windows.

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe Lucifer raised you?" His words made the hairs on my arms stand up. No way.

"No." Cas replied surely.

"Think about it. He needs all the rebellious angels he can find." Raphael stated as Dean looked at Cas. "You know it adds up."

"Let's go." Cas turned away after a moment and I looked to Dean.

"Castiel. I'm warning you. Do not leave me here. I will find you." Raphael's words caused the guys to hesitate.

"Maybe one day. But today you're my little bitch." Cas left the cabin and I felt a light smile creep onto my lips at his words.

"What he said." Dean smirked and we started to follow him, but Raphael stopped us in our tracks.

"I know what she is. And I know you know what becomes of those like her." He was glaring at me and I felt my smile fade away.

"You won't touch her." Dean said gruffly. "Come on, Ces." He grabbed my arm gently, pulling me out of the cabin. We trudged to the Impala and I climbed into the backseat quietly, thinking about what Raphael had said. I'm just a target on their backs all over again.. I thought as Dean started the engine and left the cabin. They're just gonna come for me like they always do.

"Hey, you okay?" Dean asked Cas, who was silent in the passenger seat. The angel said nothing and I leaned over to the window, pressing my head against the glass. "Look, I'll be the first to tell you that this little crusade of yours is nuts, but...I do know a little somethin' about missing fathers."

"What do you mean?" Castiel finally spoke and I felt myself let out a little breath.

"I mean there were times when I was lookin' for my dad when all logic said that he was dead.. But I knew, in my heart, that he was still alive. Who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas, what do you believe?" I huffed out a light half laugh at his words.

"I believe he's out there." I could hear the difference in Cas's tone. He had calmed down finally.

"Good. Then go find him." The angel looked over at him with concern on his face. I've seen that look before.

"What about you?"

"What about me? I don't know. Honestly, I'm good. I can't believe I'm sayin' that, but I am, I'm.. I'm really good." He assured and I pulled myself away from the window.

"Even without your brother?" Cas asked softly, forcing me to bite my cheek. I missed them. Both of them. The Dean and Cas that I knew. The ones who raised me, my dads.

"Especially without my brother." Dean said quietly. "I mean, I spent so much time worryin' about the son of a bitch. I mean, I've had more fun with you in the past twenty-four hours than I've had with Sam in years, and you're not that much fun." He teased, before getting quiet for a moment. "It's funny, you know, I've been so chained to my family..but now that I'm alone.. Even babysittin' Cesa, hell, I'm happy." Cas disappeared in a flash and I crawled over the middle into the passenger seat.

"Babysittin'?" I raised an eyebrow, giving him an annoyed expression.

"Put your seatbelt on."

"Yes, sir." I rolled my eyes and buckled myself in.

"Guess it's just you and me, kiddo." Dean mumbled, his eyes on the road. I felt my lips twitch upward as I relaxed against the seat.

"Where are we going?" I asked, yawning, trying to keep my eyes open.

"Didn't I tell you to get some sleep?" He growled, glancing at me before back at the road. "We've been drivin' sixt-"

"A thousand years?" I grumbled. "Yeah, feels like it." I rubbed my face with my hands, sitting up straighter in my seat. "I can't sleep."

"Did you even try?"

"I tried!" I fussed.

"Well... would ya look at that." Dean gave me a half smirk half grin as he pulled onto an exit.

"Finally!" I mirrored his grin, watching the approaching lights of the town we were rolling into. Dean drove until we reached a little motel and he parked at the far end of the parking lot, cutting the engine. I grabbed my bag and jumped out of the car, following behind him toward the motel entrance.

"Excuse me, friends, but have you taken time out to think about God's plan for you?" A strange man in a nice get up approached us with a pamphlet. Dean and I stopped, turning to look at him.

"Too friggin' much, pal." Dean muttered, glancing at me before turning back to the motel. We walked inside and Dean got us a room before leading us down a hallway. I trudged along behind him until we reached the door. He unlocked it and pushed it open for me to walk in first. I stepped inside the room, feeling sleepier than ever when I saw the two beds.

"Sweet mother of.." I trailed off, dropping my bag by the bed and flopping on it face first. I heard a quiet chuckle from Dean as he plunked his own bag down. Pushing myself up, I grabbed my bag and looked at him before standing. "I'm going to get ready for bed." I said quietly, walking past him to the bathroom.

"You hungry?" He called to me and I hesitated before shutting the door.

"Just sleepy." I called back to him.

"All right." I heard him mumble. I smiled as I shut the door and locked it, thinking about how odd it was to see my father the way he was now. I was used to him doting on me and showing me affection and just being... Well, a dad.

But this Dean had no idea that I was even his, yet he still took it upon himself to show some of those "caretaker" qualities. Call it babysitting, but he was doing all right for the situation he was in. Taking care of me was surely the last thing he wanted to get stuck doing, but I wasn't having it any other way. Whether it was Cas or Dean, I was sticking close to one of them. Cas was running around like a chicken with his head cut off, so Dean it was. Not that I minded at all. It was a huge relief just being around him.

I turned the knobs on the shower and stripped quickly out of my clothes. Stepping in under the hot water, I let out a breath and stood still for a moment. Oh, how nice it was to just be still. In my time, it was hard to remember a moment of quiet and stillness. I tried not to think about it, but seeing Dean again made the memory flash in my mind. He was gone. In my time, he was gone. And for all I knew, so was Castiel. Both of them dead.

I clenched my jaw and began washing my hair. Stop, stop, stop. You're here now. You're here and both of them are here. You're all back together again, even if it's not like before. I tried to reassure myself, but everything was so different. I couldn't even tell them that they were my dads. I couldn't risk anything right now and I wanted nothing more than to have my dad grab me in a big hug and kiss the side of my head. I could almost smell the leather jacket that he loved so dearly.

Sighing, I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and bathed quickly. Turning off the water, I stepped out and threw on a t-shirt and shorts before brushing my hair. Unlocking the bathroom door, I stepped out to see Dean in the kitchen. "I, uh..." He glanced up at me from the counter. "Got some stuff from the store next door. Take your pick." There was a pile of different snack and food items on the counter.

I stepped over to the counter, peering over his shoulder. There was a turkey and cheese packaged sandwich and I grabbed it. The man beside me handed me a cold water and I took the bottle. "Thanks, Dean." I said carefully, making sure I didn't slip and call him Dad.

"Sure thing." He countered as he rummaged through the pile, grabbing himself something. I sat down on the bed, opening my sandwich as he grabbed a beer and put the rest in the fridge. I took a bite, wrinkling my nose at him as he sat down on his bed. Dean gave me a smirk before sitting down on his bed.

We ate in silence and once I was finished, I threw my wrapper away and crawled onto my bed, pulling down the covers. Dean's phone began buzzing it and he answered it promptly as I pulled the covers up and snuggled into the motel bed. I could tell it was Cas by the tone in Dean's voice as they spoke. "We're talkin' about the Colt, right?" He was closing the motel window curtains. "I mean, as in the Colt?" He paused a moment. "Well, that doesn't make any sense. Mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that, uh, kills demons?" After a moment he began laughing lightly. "You know, it's kinda funny, talkin' to a messenger of God on a cellphone. It's, you know, like watchin' a Hell's Angel ride a moped."

"You two.." I mumbled softly, shaking my head against my pillow where I laid watching him.

"Okay, all right. Look, I-I'm-I'm tellin' you, Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun by now..." Another long pause. "Okay. Where do we start?.. Kansas City," he leaned over and grabbed the key from the table, "Century Hotel, room one thirteen... Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, come on, man. I just drove like sixteen hours straight, okay? I'm human. And there's stuff I gotta do... Eat, for example. In this case, sleep. I just need like four hours once in a while, okay?.. Okay, so you can pop in tomorrow mornin'.." He hung up the phone and glanced at me. "What?"

"Nothing." I shook my head again and rolled over, closing my eyes. Nothing at all...

"Dammit, Cas, I need to sleep!" Dean's gruff voice jerked me away but I didn't move. "Sam? It's a quarter past four." I perked up slightly at the name, but kept my eyes shut. I could hear Dean shift off of his bed as he listened to whatever my uncle was telling him. The fridge opened, followed by the sound of beers clanking. "So, you're his vessel, huh? Lucifer's wearin' you to the prom?" The fridge shut. "Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, huh, Sammy?... What are you lookin' for?... Well, I guess I'm a little numb to the earth shatterin' revelations at this point... What do you wanna do about it?... Sam... Oh, so we're back to revenge, then, are we? Yeah, 'cause that worked out so well last time... So, what, you're just gonna walk back in and we're gonna be the dynamic duo again?... Look, Sam, it doesn't matter, whatever we do..I mean, it turns out that you and me, we're the, uh, the fire and the oil of the Armageddon. You know, on that basis alone we should just pick a hemisphere. Stay away from each other for good."

I felt my stomach knot at his words. I wasn't one hundred percent in the loop, but I knew that the two of them being apart was not good. Sam was dead in my time... And look how that turned out..

"Yeah, you're right. We can." Dean's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "But not together. We're not stronger when we're together, Sam. I think we're weaker. Because whatever we have between us-love, family, whatever it is-they are always gonna use it against us. And you know that...nah, we're better off apart. We gotta better chance of dodgin' Lucifer and Michael and this whole damn thing..if we just go our own ways... Bye, Sam." He hung up the phone.

The silence in the room was thick, but I could hear his words repeating over and over in my head. "Because whatever we have between us-love, family, whatever it is-they are always gonna use it against us." Just like they did in my time. Just like how they tore everything apart and used all of us to do it.

I clenched my jaw to keep from getting emotional. Squeezing my eyes shut, I heard Dean get up and move back onto his bed. He's here. Dad's here, just...go back to sleep.

I am so so so sorry for the long update wait on this story. I've been going through a lot and I am trying to get some chapters up for you guys. Writing always helps me clear my head and I do apologize for not updating sooner.

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