Supernatural: Outer Beings
"You punched me." Dean said.
"Cause you're a dick." I replied.
"Shouldn't you be happy to see me?" Dean asked.
"I should." I said.
"But you're not?" Dean asked.
"Nope." I said indifferently.
"It wasn't my fault. I'm sorry you weren't the first person I talked to when I got pulled out of Hell..."
"I don't care if I'm not the first...but I had to figure it all out by myself, like always." I said, "God, I guess even Hell can't change you."
"So, this is what we're going to do. I'm back!" he said.
"Well, things change, Dean. You died and now nothing is the same." I said.
"So, what are you saying? We can't be friends?" Dean asked.
"Look around you. You were gone a few months and that made some people's world collapse! You're such a fucking ass. You never care about anything but yourself." I said angrily, "I haven't really bitched like this since...forever and a few minutes alone with you makes me a raging bitch!"
"Actually..." Dean said
"Shut up." I said
"Castiel, you get your angelic ass here now?" I shouted, standing at the edge of a crossroads.
"I'm not some demon that you can just summon." Castiel said, appearing behind me.
I turned to him, "How do I know you're not a demon?" I asked.
"You, above all others, should have more faith." Castiel said.
"So, you're an angel." I said, "Prove it."
There was a round of thunder and giant wings were revealed.
"Wow." I said, "Why would you pull Dean out of Hell?"
"You are angry that we did it before you." Castiel said, "You're going down a dark path. So is Sam. Dean is the only one..."
"Wait. What do you know about anything?" I asked.
"God commanded it." Castiel said.
"God commanded you to piss me off?" I asked.
"God commanded me to pull Dean from Hell." Castiel said.
"I could have done it." I said.
"You could have tried." Castiel said, "You could have lost your soul, too."
"Is that a threat?" I asked.
"No. It is fact." Castiel said, "If we are done here, I have more pressing concerns."
"We're not." I said, "I know what you're going to do next..."
"Divine intervention." Castiel said.
"Suck it." I frowned, "Look, these visions of the future...how many of them am I supposed to change?"
"I do not have the answer." Castiel said.
"How do I get it to stop? I want it all to stop." I said.
"You were given gifts. What you do with them is entirely up to you." Castiel said.
"What if I don't want them?" I asked.
"They're not returnable." Castiel said, "Without them, you would cease to be. There's no destiny without them."
"So, Why me? I'm severely corruptible." I said.
"Maybe it's not your corruption that is the story." Castiel said, "Maybe it's road to redemption."
"So, I'm supposed to go down a really evil road and the good part is redemption?" I asked.
"Your life could affect countless others. Isn't that worth living for?" Castiel asked.
"Not if I turn into the threat." I said.
"No one ever said you would be a threat." Castiel said.
"Hey! I'd be an excellent threat." I groaned.
"You are the hero." Castiel said.
"I'm no hero." I said.
"No. Not now." Castiel said.
"I'm just a hunter." I said.
"You were never just a hunter." Castiel frowned, "You're not angry with Dean."
"Oh? Enlighten me." I said, folding my arms.
"You're angry with yourself." Castiel said, turning to leave.
"Why am I angry with myself?" I asked.
"Because deep down, you feel guilty about Sam and Dean's predicaments. They are the only people you haven't saved." Castiel said, "Ruby will bring you down a dark path." He said, leaving.
I watched as he left and closed my eyes tight, trying to forget about this dark path.
"Where've you been?" Dean asked when I walked through the door of the hotel.
I sighed, "You're not my father." I said, sitting on my bed.
"He's right." John said to Dean, then turning to me, "Where in the Hell have you been?!"
"I..." I was about to speak, but stopped at the sight of a bloody, shredded teenager. I shrieked and they looked at me as if I was insane.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked.
I pointed to the guy, "You can't see him?" I asked.
"See who?" Martin asked.
I stood and the guy looked frightened, "It's okay. Are you alright?" I asked.
The guy looked more afraid, "You can see me?" he asked.
I nodded. Before I could say anything else, the guy ran through the wall.
"Chalis." John asked, waving his hand in front of my face.
"I need some air." I said, walking back out. Sam stood outside, peering down at the parking lot. When he saw me, he looked up, "Hey."
"Are you okay?" Sam asked.
"So, you and Ruby been dabbling?" I asked.
Sam turned back to the railing, "I don't want to talk about it." He said.
"Too bad." I said, leaning on the rail, "Cause I wanna hear."
"It's none of your business." Sam said.
"I'm powerful." I said simply, "And so are you."
"I'm a freak." Sam said.
"And I'm normal?" I asked.
"A demon didn't bleed into your mouth." Sam said angrily.
"No. I was blessed by an uber-powerful wicca." I frowned.
"Dean thinks I'm some freak that's going to Hell." Sam said.
"Maybe he's right." I said. Sam looked at me and I threw my hands up, "Look, you were doing good with your powers and if that's not enough to get you into Heaven, I don't know what is."
"Aren't you afraid that I'll..."
"I'm not afraid of you." I said quickly, "I love you."
Sam smiled at me.
"In a brother way." I added quickly.
Sam chuckled, "Right." He said, "So, you don't think of us at all?"
"I do...but then you do overtly straight things and it's obvious that we aren't meant to be with each other." I said honestly.
"You really don't think..." Sam started.
"I can see a lot of things, but right now, I don't see much of us." I said, "As far as magical power goes," I looked out onto the parking lot, "Maybe we're both destined to fall."
"Guy goes to Hell for a few months and everything goes to shit." Dean frowned.
"What's that mean?" John asked.
"It means what it means." Dean said.
"I think everyone's doing the best they can." John argued.
"Yeah, everybody's doin' a bang up job." Dean said sarcastically.
"We are." John said.
"Maybe it's not good enough." Dean said, "We got my brother running off into the night, demons getting worse, and hey, there's Chalis, diving right into the Harry Potter section of our tales from the crypt-like story."
"I don't know how to get him to stop." John said quickly, "I don't know what to say."
"How about, stop, you're scaring the crap out of me!" Dean said, "Did you just see what happened? He's getting worse."
"Yeah, well, it's about as effective as if you told him to stop." John growled.
"Maybe he should come back with us." Dean said.
"No." John said quickly, "He's not your property, he's a living, breathing...thing and he can make his own decisions."
"Did it take you a while to learn that?" Dean asked.
"I've had about enough of you." John said angrily.
"Guys, this isn't helping." Martin said.
"Tomorrow, me, Martin, and Chalis are leaving." John said.
"So, we're all splitting up tomorrow?" Martin asked.
"Yeah." Sam said.
"Are you guys leaving on good terms?" Martin asked.
"Only if I don't get hit again." Dean said.
"That goes double for me." Sam said, casting a glance at Dean.
"You hit him?" I asked.
"He asked for it." Dean shrugged.
I shrugged, "So did you." I smiled, walking over and hugging him. I leaned into his ear, "Please, don't die again."
"You were punching me, now you're hugging me?" Dean asked.
"I love you." I said, "I don't tell you that enough."
"Do I get a hug?" Sam asked.
"Of course." I said, hugging him, "Be careful."
"You too." Sam said.
"I, uh, I think I should...maybe, uh...apologize." Dean said.
"For?" I asked.
"Not thinking about you sooner." Dean said.
"It's a thought." I said, "You're thinking about me now."