June, 27th 2013

I don't own any of the characters, CW and Eric Kripke do!

Beta for this Chapter: Ashqtara

A/N: Hey there my loyal readers :)

I told you in my last PJ Fanfiction chapter that I would write something about Supernatural. SO here we are :D I'm still writing this and just putting up the first chapter to see if anybody would be even interested in it ^^. So I'm just going to ask for feedback here ;P

About the Story: It's going to be a story about an AU that starts at the end of S05E17 - 99 Problems. It'll roughly follow the plot from "Point of no Return" but vary in the important bits and finally go on on its own. I don't know how long it'll be yet but you can see from my other story that they can get as long as books or even longer *cough*. So if you only like short stories, don't even bother to start reading xD. I'm going to work with song phrases to give the chapters a deeper meaning and give you something to think about. Also, the songs are great so...just listen to them as a mood-factor to the story (title and band are at the end of each chapter). The title is inspired by the song that I've used in this first chapter, 'Bleeding out' by Imagine Dragons (love this band x_X).

Also, the story is about Dean saying yes to Micheal. There's going to be Micheal!Dean as a consequence. So if that isn't your thing..xD Also, no Destiel or Wincest. Sorry but it's just not my thing. I love brotherly fluff and brotherly angst and tears, drama and blood so there's going to be lots of that instead :D.

Pairings you'll see: Dean/Lisa, Mary/John, Sam/? (surprise ;P)

People that'll probably show up: Sam, Dean, Cas, Bobby, Adam, Gabriel, Micheal, Zachariah, Lisa, Ben, Crowley (briefly), Lucifer, Pestilence, Death, ...(some surprise guests to not spoil everything xD)

Timeframe: S05E18 Point of no Return AU.

Now please enjoy :3

Chapter 1

When the Day has come but I've lost my way around…

His tired hands folded the piece of paper in thirds, opened the envelope and carefully placed the letter inside. Sealing it shut, he took the pen from the half-dirty motel room table and scribbled just one word on the outside:

Sam.

His dim green eyes stared at the word for a short moment before he continued in his almost robotic movements and placed the envelope on top of the other objects he had collected from his belongings. Well, from what he still possessed anyway. It's not like he had a room to collect metal trophies or books (or even his favorite weapons) on the walls. He hadn't had a room in years. His father's leather jacket and the cassettes from the impala, the keys to his baby, his favorite gun and finally, the letter to Sam, his only blood relative still alive were all he would leave behind to be found. All of these were piled in a box he now labeled with Bobby Singer's address. The guy had always been like a father to him and Dean Winchester knew that Sam would eventually turn up there to either look for him or mourn about the loss of his brother. A deep sigh escaped his throat as he drew a hand across his face down to his chin that was dappled with stubble. His fingers lingered and after a short thought he shrugged. Why not shave before his body became the motorbike of an archangel? He saw the irony in that thought but it was all the more motivation to actually do it so he grabbed a blade and went for the bathroom.

Without having to use shaving cream, the hunter was thinking close to nothing while actually doing the shaving. The door to the bathroom was still open but he wasn't in sight from the front door, which suddenly creaked open even though it had been firmly locked. The hunter lifted an eyebrow, blade lowering from his neck as he listened.

"I do not see him. Maybe he left already. Are you sure we're searching in the right places?" He heard the deep voice of Castiel and had to stifle a deep sigh. Oh no, the two had followed him? How in hell did they know where he would go? The answer didn't let him wait for long. He missed something Cas said before he heard Sam speak.

"It's easy enough to figure out the points of a farewell tour, Cas. But he wouldn't leave the car so-" he saw his brother through one of the mirrors in the other room now. His eyes widening, he stepped aside, worrying they might have spotted him and that was why Sam interrupted his sentence. But with a careful glance he saw that it was something different entirely: Sam had spotted the package…

In Sam's head, all the calm he may have had flew with the wind as soon as he saw the package on the table. His eyes widened, he got out a knife and cut through the wrapping without even thinking about it. What he saw made his face lose all color and he didn't even notice Cas approaching behind him, looking over his shoulder.

"No…no, this isn't happening!" he whispered almost inaudibly as his now shaking hands reached for the letter with his name written on it in Dean's messy handwriting. He felt his breathing turn heavy as the key fell into his view as well, the key to the impala. Dean would never leave her, not if he ever intended to make it out of something alive. Ever. His throat felt dry at the thought of what that meant. He still saw himself run after the car, heard himself scream his brother's name and his voice telling him to relax when he left the motel room to 'get clean bandages'. How could he tell him to relax if he was about to do…this?! And he had followed his brother's steps as good as he could. Sam knew Dean. Whatever the guy wanted to think, he did know him. He knew him damn well. So the hunter had grabbed the angel with the trench coat, dropped him into another car, got it running and drove after his big brother as fast as he possibly could. But he always missed him by just too much to get a hold on him and since Cas still couldn't find him because of the rib thing, they were relying on Sam's knowledge about Dean alone. His mind flashed with the memory of Lisa. They had found her new address and it had been the first time that Cas had been able to actually leave the car instead of half dozing in the back seat like a hung over alcoholic (which spookily fit him pretty well at the moment). After the bell rang he heard rustling and the door swung open far too quickly and widely. Lisa's face looked like she might have cried but there was hope on her face when she opened that door. Then she saw Sam and immediately, her hopeful expression fell, replaced by a mixture of sorrow, worry and something else Sam couldn't quite place.

"Sam…" she breathed and half leaned against the doorframe, locking her arms over her chest in a defensive gesture. But the younger Winchester had seen enough. He sighed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, his mind racing.

"He was here, wasn't he?", Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Cas sway slightly but the angel quickly caught himself again. Lisa didn't look shocked by the question so Sam dared to ask more. "Is he still here? Please Lisa, I need to know."

"No, he left immediately. Said he couldn't stay, not even for a beer." She looked lost for a moment, like she was playing it over in her mind and trying to put together a picture she couldn't quite grasp. Then she looked back up, determined but vary, as if she wanted to ask a question she knew wouldn't have an answer she would like. "Please tell me he's going to be alright. He's going to do something stupid again, isn't he?"

Sam didn't answer. He didn't know how. How much had Dean told her? How much did she know about their job and what was going to go down really soon? He was pretty sure Dean wouldn't tell her the end of the freaking world was coming. She would be much more shaken up. But even if he didn't say anything, his expression seemed to be enough for Lisa. The young mother drew in a deep breath and nodded, looking down and Sam saw her lip quivering in silence. Suddenly, he couldn't hold the questions in anymore.

"What did he say to you exactly? Did he say anything about where he wanted to go?", the hunter asked and he felt Cas step beside him, his expression as serious as ever.

"We need to know. Dean is about to do the most cowardly mistake of his life and we need to stop him from doing it.", he explained in his trademark deep voice, looking just like when he was reciting the bible or telling Dean he was going to find god and save them all. Sam didn't say anything but shifted his gaze back to Lisa. To his surprise, she looked testy with her lips pressed together and her dark eyes pointed at Castiel with an almost furious gaze. When she opened her mouth again she stepped forward, one arm unfolding from her chest and pointing at the angel.

"Look, I don't know who the hell you are but don't you dare call Dean a coward. I may not know him as well as Sam does but from what I know Dean is one of the most courageous men I ever met. In his own, mostly stupid way I admit, but still." She caught herself from saying more and blushed slightly. The young woman glared some more, Cas' forehead was wrinkled and it was the closest expression to astonishment Sam had seen on the angel up until now. He himself had to refrain from stifling a laugh. The way she reacted to something like this, he could really see why Dean took a liking in Lisa. She appeared gentle but she had a righteous mind and an attitude to match his brothers if she wanted to. Suddenly it seemed so very logical for Dean to end up on Lisa's doorstep of all the women he had been with over the years. The brunette now turned to Sam, frowning but opening up a bit, her arms sinking down to her side.

"No, he didn't say. Just said something about making arrangements for me and Ben and that the people he would meet wouldn't get anything from him before agreeing to conditions. And he said something about things going to get hairy and that I should watch out for reports…" she paused as she felt her voice starting to break up a little. Taking a moment to catch herself she finally continued, looking Sam directly in the eye. "Please tell me he's not getting himself killed. He came here and talked about how he'd like to be happy with me and Ben and then he just leaves like that, it just seems awfully like…" farewell. It seems like a farewell, that's what it was. But Lisa didn't finish her sentence there but her eyes begged for Sam to contradict her. Instead, Castiel answered for him.

"I am sorry. But that is exactly what he's doing. We are trying to track him because I can't find him directly, the runes in his ribs hide him from my sight." He explained rationally. Lisa frowned at him this time, not angry again but more puzzled. She looked him over, then back at Sam for a second, then back at Cas.

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name, who are you?" she asked. Sam got the feeling she wanted to distract herself from the confirmation of her worries that indeed, Dean was about to get himself killed. Cas looked at Sam for confirmation that he could tell the truth and the Winchester just nodded. They didn't have time to beat around the bush and go the gentle way. Lisa was tough, she could handle it. He hoped.

"My name is Castiel, I'm an angel of the Lord." He paused at Lisa's dumbfounded face and blinking dark eyes shimmered with red from the crying. "Dean is about to give himself to the archangel Michael as a vessel and seeing that Michael is the strongest celestial being there is, this might not only kill him but millions of people in the process." It was silent for a moment, only the quiet of the neighborhood weighting down on them. Sam wasn't sure what he was waiting for, Lisa collapsing? That she accused them of lying? Certainly not what she actually did: Blink, think and then respond with a counter.

"Then why would he do it? Dean would never risk that many people without reason, surely. Is there no other way or what? If you really are an angel, why didn't you stop him from leaving in the first place?" she bombarded them with questions and her brown eyes were wide with something between curiosity and accusation. It was a strange combination, really. Castiel closed his eyes for a moment but Sam was the one to answer this time.

"He couldn't, Dean snuck off…kinda. It's the Apocalypse, Lisa. We think Dean wants to save at least some people before all hell breaks loose and everybody dies. The arrangement he probably wants to make is for the angels to take you and Ben somewhere save, most likely together with some other friends of ours so whatever Michael does while riding him, you wouldn't get hurt." He paused, watching Lisa's face light up with realization but then quickly fall again at the thought of what that all meant. The end of the world…sure, that was a hard pill to swallow for anybody. Sam sighed. "But we are working on something that could save more people and we need Dean with us. We want to do it without the angels and without demons, just us." He explained. Lisa nodded very slowly and then pointed her chin at Cas.

"But he's an angel." She said, lifting an eyebrow. Cas pressed his lips together.

"I rebelled." Was his short answer to that. Sam gave her a half smile.

"All other angels are pretty much dicks. We try to avoid working with them…or for them.", he said. Lisa seemed even more confused now (who wouldn't, most people thought angels were fluff balls with white wings of happiness) but Sam could see she was trying to stay focused.

"So that plan, what is it? Stop the Apocalypse with two Winchesters and a rebel angel? How is that working?" she asked, no accusation, just curiosity in her voice. When Sam and Cas opened their mouths to answer, she suddenly lifted a hand to shut them up again.

"Wait, no. Maybe it's just better I don't know. You told me enough already. I…j-just promise me to find him and stop him, will you? Just get him back safe. Let me see him again maybe? I was hoping to…no, don't mind. I'm being selfish. Just get him back safe." She seemed to jump between options in her head. Sam felt a flush of something that might be jealousy or affection, he wasn't sure. Lisa wanted Dean to stay with her…even though he was a hunter, even though she knew of his past, what he did for a living. Despite all that she trusted him, wanted him with her and her child. Yeah, about the child…he had always asked himself why Dean was dodging questions about him and Lisa. Now he wondered…but no, that was absurd. There was just no way, right? He shook off the thought and smiled at Lisa, hesitantly lifting a hand to touch Lisa's shoulder reassuringly.

"I promise I'll do everything in my power. Cas too. We'll find him before it's too late. But for that we really have to leave. I may know where he's going next but we need to hurry. Take care, Lisa. Don't worry too much okay?" he said and gave her something that he could call a smile if he really felt like doing it properly. Honestly, it was just a twitch of the mouth really. Lisa tried too but Sam saw that she would worry, probably even more than she would let on. It would eat her up from the inside. Suddenly, he thought of something. Reaching into his pocket he got out a pen and a small piece of paper, a bill from the gas station earlier. On it he scribbled a number and handed it to Lisa.

"Here. Dean's phone. Could you-"

"Of course." She had already understood, took the pen from him and tore the paper apart, writing her own number on it and handing it to Sam.

"I'll make sure he calls you. Goodbye." The younger Winchester finally promised and Cas already turned around. Lisa smiled now, a little wider with maybe a glimpse of hope.

"Bye. And good luck.", she said, slowly stepping away from the entrance and watching them drive off before slowly closing the door.

Back in the present Sam became desperate. No, that was a lie, he already was. Brushing his hands through his hair he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself and think. Dean left the car. Did he steal another one or was he still in town? Or worse, already with Michael? Was there a way to find that out? Would Cas know? Thoughts were running through his head and Cas seemed pretty much occupied by the things in the box, examining it for something. He was so in thoughts that he didn't even notice the figure watching them through the mirror on the wall.

Dean himself was watching them and he did see his brother's expression. But he couldn't take his decision back, didn't want to. Sam probably didn't think it but the older Winchester did all of this for his little brother, after all. So he closed his green eyes and took a deep breath, turning away from the two men that were brothers to him. With the stealth of a ninja –he was sometimes quite proud of that- he climbed out the bathroom window and landed on his feet outside without a sound, he hoped. Cas had super hearing after all. Though he wasn't sure how much mojo the guy had left since his rebellion against heaven. That thought stung at him a little. For Cas, this must be pretty much worse case scenario. But he had planned on talking to Michael to take Cas back. After all, the angel had done it all for him, so maybe he could make it up to him somehow. But he shook the thought away and began to run. How should he contact Michael, anyway? The angels couldn't exactly find him because of the rib thing. And if he just hurt his ribs Cas would find him too and that wouldn't really help his cause. So he needed somebody to talk to that had communicated with an angel or knew how to contact them because he doupted that shouting at the sky would actually address anybody at all. Unfortunately, Enochian wasn't really his native language so he didn't have a clue what to say to summon an archangel, even after that thing with Raphael. Damnit he should have just wrote that summoning down. Dean felt his feet drag him further into town since the motel was outside the city.

And there it was, his solution. A church. Yeah, brilliant idea! For the first time in his entire life he actually felt drawn to one of these buildings. How ironic. He would have laughed if he didn't feel far too tired to do so.

With a deep breath the older Winchester walked up the steps and opened the door to the church. It was a small one, not even able to hold maybe a hundred people. Then again this town was microscopic so that wasn't really surprising to him. What was surprising though was that there were actually people sitting inside. There were random places occupied and they were all quiet, hands folded down and apparently praying. For the first time in a long time Dean wondered what day and time it was. He hadn't really paid attention to it in the last couple of weeks if he was being honest. Too much was going down and what would he care if it was Saturday or Monday if the freaking world was ending and they were driving right into the Apocalypse? So seeing these people he assumed that it was actually Sunday and he had been walking right into a mass. The priest was at the head by the altar but he hadn't been praying. Maybe he was early. Some of the folks had been looking up when he walked in, followed him with their gazes, a frown on their faces.

Granted, he didn't look much like a church goer with worn out clothes and tired looking face, rings under his green eyes. But the hunter walked all the way to the altar anyway, until he stood down right in front of the priest. The man looked at him, bewildered. Dean didn't bother to ask if he was the priest, it was obvious after all. He decided to get right down to business. His voice wasn't even lowered when he spoke. Why hide? There was nothing left to hide after all. If this went down right here they might as well know.

"Are you capable of contacting the angels?" he asked. Somehow, that felt stupid. All that contact with monsters hadn't made questions like this any easier. To his surprise and relieve, the priest didn't react with a 'what do you mean' or 'I am a priest, I pray but angels? No, never spoken to them' but simply with lowered gaze and a

"Why do you ask, son?" Dean almost had to smile. He couldn't believe his luck. His green eyes pierced that of the priest.

"My name is Dean Winchester. I hope you know what…" he trailed off at the gasp that went through the priest's lungs. He was aged and gray haired, stubbles at his cheeks and his figure was slim. But he walked forward and nodded, lifting a hand as if contemplating to touch him.

"Dear father in heaven." He whispered and Dean tilted his head slightly.

"I'll take that as a yes." He commented with slight amusement in his voice. The priest nodded slightly and fathomed a smile.

"It was wise of you to come to me, son.", he said and then turned around to the altar, raising his voice. He heard people behind him starting to whisper in hushed tones, wondering what the hell was going on. For a short moment he contemplated what it would feel like, being used as an angel condom. Then he remembered Jimmy telling him that being used by Castiel felt like being chained to a comet and he tried to dismiss the thought. Because Michael was an archangel and if being possessed by Cas felt like a comet, what would Michael feel like, a whole solar system? A galaxy? That picture in his mind really wasn't necessary right now. The priest prayed loud words that sounded odd to his ears, old English, a bit of Latin thrown in then and there. He had turned away towards the entrance, waiting for Zachariah or some other asshole to show up. But when he turned around at the sound of wings finally appearing, it wasn't Zachariah.

It was Cas.

The angel touched the priest by the head with two fingers, like he had once done with Bobby at their first meeting and the man crumbled to the floor, fast asleep. He heard panic arise behind him as people realized something was seriously off. A man in a trench coat appearing out of nowhere and knocking out their priest was probably too much for them. As if the strange-talking man wasn't bad enough. Some fled immediately, others just sat there, obviously far too curious or scared to move a toe. The 'man in the trench coat' turned around and Dean was aware of his little brother standing directly behind Cas, staring at him.

"A church, Dean? Seriously?" he asked and the accusation behind it was deeper than it appeared on the mere surface. Admittedly, it was quite ironic. Sam had always been the one to pray in their little family. He had been the faithful one. And yet here was Dean, becoming a servant of heaven on top of all things. His lips formed a half smile and he cocked an eyebrow.

"What? Where else would I find an angel-radio listener? You should hurry with your getting-me-to-sleep-and-dragging-me-to-Bobby's. You know, I'm pretty sure Zachariah heard that too. And you know how he is with the whole 'abomination' thing, Sam." He said mockingly and took a few steps back as he saw Cas move towards him. Even if the words were cruel, he wanted Sam to get out of here before the other angels came. In general, he wanted Sam to not see him when Michael touched down. And he had hoped that Sam wouldn't have to see him as Michael at all, just to spare him the pain. He knew it was hopeless, of course. If the angel in the trenchcoat had wanted to, Dean would be long asleep by now. Still, it didn't hurt to try, right? So he decided to buy some time. The look on Sam's face was breaking his heart thought and it made him stop in his tracks. It seemed to scream nothing but 'why' and so Dean was fully prepared for what came out of his brother's mouth next.

"Why, Dean? Why are you giving up? Team free will? Saving as many as we can? This isn't what you want." He said, stepping forward a bit. Dean just smiled, this time more honest.

"Oh yes it is." And it was. He knew that now. Of course there were doubts but when were there not? He felt his own face relax and the frown on Sam's face deepen. The hunter saw the redness in his eyes and the desperation. For a moment he wanted nothing more than to reassure his brother that it was going to be fine. But then he would lie and Sam wouldn't be helped in any way. Still, he wanted to explain. He was interrupted in his actions when a fist connected with his cheekbone. It was so sudden and unexpected –and so freaking strong- he didn't even react until he hit the ground. Bewildered, he grabbed his thrumming cheek and looked up to see that Cas had been the one to hit him, his fist of steel still raised for another punch.

"Cas, what-"

"I REBELLED FOR THIS? SO YOU COULD JUST GIVE UP?" he yelled at the top of his lungs. And that was pretty fucking loud. The echo in the building was enormous, too. Some more screaming echoed from behind him, he heard the door open and shut several times while people fled from the scene in panic. He wondered if any of them would call the cops. Another punch. And another. Dean didn't want to punch back, not really. Didn't even defend himself besides trying to roll out of the way. But Cas was too fast. Of course, he was still an angel, the dude.

"I GAVE EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!" he saw Sam and how he tried to hold Cas back from punching him to a pulp. Blood triggered down Dean's face, he could feel it but he really didn't care much. Still, explaining himself was pretty high on his list.

"Cas, listen to me. I did not just give up. There's a reason-"

But suddenly, another pair of wings rustled behind him.

"Dean Winchester. You called." An unknown voice sounded. He turned around, still on his knees, bloody and exhausted and there was an angel in a black suit, brown hair and brown eyes. He didn't seem like anything really special but Dean didn't care. He breathed out a sigh of relief and tried to stand up.

"Yes. There's something-"

And then there was nothing.

When the Day has come but I've lost my way around
And the seasons stop and hide beneath the ground
When the sky turns gray
And everything is screaming
I will reach inside
Just to find my heart is beating

~ Bleeding Out, Imagine Dragons

A/N: Yeah, well. That's it for now I guess :D. So, do you like it? Hate it? Tell me, it'll help me find motivation to go on, no matter how short the review may be :3