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Point Of No Return. // Sam // Mar 20, 2016 12:39:34 GMT -5

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-- "Adam" --

The beautiful green room he now found himself in was fit for a king. There was a table of amazing burgers and a whole cooler of beer just sitting there, waiting for him. He'd plowed through two burgers and was working his way steadily through the third when Zachariah's voice interrupted him. "I see you and your brother share the same refined palate." Adam cleared his throat, put down his burger and wiped the grease from his fingers on his pants. "So uh...are we ready?" Zachariah stared blankly at him. "For what?" Adam frowned in confusion, figure it should have been pretty obvious what he was talking about. "What do you mean, for what? For Michael..." "Oh." Zachariah smiled in an odd way. "Right. About that…Look, this is never easy, but I’m afraid…we’ve had to terminate your position at this time." Adam blinked, not liking the way this was going. "Excuse me?"

Zachariah adjusted his tie knot, then clapped his hands together encouragingly. "Hey, don’t get me wrong. You’ve been a hell of a sport, really." He held up two thumbs. "Good stuff. But the thing is, you’re not so much the “chosen one” as you are…" His thumbs dropped. "A clammy scrap of bait." "No…" Adam shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around this new information. "But...but what about all the stuff that you said? I’m supposed to fight the devil." "Mmm, not so much." Zachariah chuckled. "But hey, if it’s any consolation, you happen to be the illegitimate half-brother of the guy we DO care about. That’s not bad, is it?" "So you lied..." Adam felt his heartrate begin to rise in anger as he realized Sam had been right. "About everything."

"We didn’t lie" Zachariah objected, smiling triumphantly. "We just avoided certain truths to manipulate you." "Oh you son of a bitch" Adam growled numbly unable to think of anything else to say to sum up how he felt. He'd betrayed two very nice guys who shared a dad with him for this smug fat angel who disregarded anyone's feelings or agendas but his own. "Hey, how do you think I feel" Zachariah countered, gesturing at Adam. "I’m the one that’s got to put up with that dumb, slack-jawed look on your face." Adam lifted his furious glare to lock eyes with the angel who seemed unfazed. "Kid, we didn’t have a choice" he informed him next. "The Winchesters got ONE blind spot, and it’s family." He moved closer, perching on the edge of the table as he continued explaining. "See, Sam and Dean, they’re gonna put aside their differences and they're gonna come get you, and that is gonna put Dean right…here…" He pointed to the floor at his feet. "Right where I need him. This is the night, kid! Our night. Michael’s seen it. The tumblers finally click into place, and it’s all because of you." He pointed at Adam with a flourish and then added confidently, "and me. But who’s keeping score?" He grinned, clearly enjoying himself. "Yeah..." Adam wasn't going to let Dean walk right into a trap. He stood, fists clenched, sounding a lot more confident than he truly felt.

"I’m not gonna let you do this."

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Point Of No Return. // Sam // Mar 20, 2016 12:52:23 GMT -5

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-- "Zachariah" --

Zachariah rolled his eyes. "Cool your jets, corky." He pointed to the chair underneath Adam. "Sit down. We’re doing it together." Adam sat reluctantly. Zachariah pushed off the table and moved closer with something close to an actually genuine smile. "Plus, you still get your severance package. You still get to see your mom, okay?" He wasn't lying about that. Adam didn't appear so sure about that fact. "Why should I believe you" he demanded. "You know what?" Zachariah's patience which was very thin to begin with was pretty much gone. "I keep hearing this..." He opened and closed his hand a few times, miming someone talking. "But what I want to be hearing is this..." He closed his fist, miming someone not talking. And simultaneously, used his angelic powers to cause Adam to slump forward on the table, coughing up blood. "Yeah." Zachariah smiled calmly.

"That's better."

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Point Of No Return. // Sam // Mar 20, 2016 13:48:15 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Mar 20, 2016 13:48:15 GMT -5

Sam sat on a chair at the foot of the cot in Bobby's panic room where Dean was cuffed. He'd been out cold for a few hours now and Sam had managed to clean up most of the blood from his face, and put some stitches in his lip and the gash above his eye, leaving behind just the stitches and some bruising. The sound of Dean groaning alerted Sam to the fact that he was finally awake. "How you feeling" he wanted to know sincerely. Dean tried to lift one hand to his head and the cuff around his wrist jangled so he lifted the other hand, touching the largest bruise on his temple. "Word to the wise" he groaned, wincing. "Don't piss off the nerd angels." He lowered his hand with another wince. "How's it going?" "Adam's gone" Sam informed him immediately, knowing he'd want to know. "The angels have him." Dean straightened up best he could while cuffed. "Where?" Their next couple of question answer sessions went back and forth rapidly. "The room they took you." "You sure?" "Yeah." Sam nodded, slowing their exchange down a little. "Cas did a re-con." "And" Dean prompted when Sam didn't elaborate. Sam sighed heavily. "And the place is crawling with mooks…Pretty much a no-shot-in-hell, hail-Mary kind of thing." Dean didn't look surprised. "So the usual then." He tried to shift his position into a more comfortable position and winced yet again. "What are you going to do" he questioned after letting out a slow breath, probably to relieve some of the pain. "Well for starters..." Sam reached into his pocket and surfaced with the key to the handcuffs, holding it up to show Dean. "I'm bringing you with me."

Dean blinked, obviously not expecting this answer. "Excuse me?" "There are too many of them" Sam pointed out, standing, moving to Dean's side and unlocking the cuffs, releasing Dean's wrist. "We can’t do it alone. And uh, you’re pretty much the only game in town." Dean sat up all the way, rubbing out his wrist, eyeing Sam warily. "Isn't this a bad idea?" "Cas and Bobby think so" Sam admitted, remembering the conversation they'd had when Sam had broached his idea of bringing Dean on the rescue mission. "But I'm not so sure." "Well, they’re right" was Dean's immediate agreement with Cas and Bobby. "Because either it’s a trap to get me there to make me say yes, or it’s not a trap and I’m gonna say yes anyway. And I will." He got to his feet, giving his wrist a final shake and locking eyes with Sam seriously. "I’ll do it. Fair warning." "No, you won’t." Sam shook his head, pocketing the key with a confident smile. "When push shoves, you’ll make the right call." He truly believed this too. He wasn't sure why when Dean was so dead set on saying he was going to surrender but he honestly believed his brother would never follow through on that.

Dean tilted his head to the side, studying Sam thoughtfully. "You know, if tables were turned…I’d let you rot in here." There was a brief pause in which they were probably both remembering some past occurrences. Which Dean then verbally acknowledged. "Hell, I HAVE let you rot in here." Sam smiled dryly. "Yeah, well…I guess I’m not that smart." He headed for the open door. Dean took a step and then paused. "I—I don’t get it." Sam turned around to face his brother who was watching him curiously. "Sam, why are you doing this?" "Because..." Sam shrugged with a fond smile.

"You're still my big brother."

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Point Of No Return. // Sam // Mar 20, 2016 14:09:28 GMT -5

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-- "Castiel" --

Leaving Bobby to man the hub...or his house at any rate...Castiel teleported himself, Sam and Dean...that last one reluctantly...to Van Nuys California, leading them around the side of a large abandoned warehouse towards its door. Dean looked around. "Where the hell are we?" "Van Nuys California" was Castiel's prompt answer which didn't seem to erase any of Dean's confusion. "Well where's the beautiful room?" Castiel's answer was once again prompt and direct. He pointed to the building's door they were approaching. "In there." Dean raised an eyebrow. "...the beautiful room is in an abandoned muffler factory in Van Nuys, California?" Castiel finally stopped walking and turned to face Dean. "Where'd you think it was?"

"I—I don’t know." Dean made a face. "Jupiter? A blade of grass? Not...Van Nuys." "Tell me again why you don’t just grab Adam and shazam the hell out of there" Sam wanted to know, interrupting the location of the beautiful room discussion. "Because there are at least five angels in there" Castiel reminded the boys. "So?" Dean gave a half-hearted shrug. "You're fast." Castiel stared back blankly.

"They're faster."

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Point Of No Return. // Sam // Mar 20, 2016 18:56:38 GMT -5

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Dean couldn't really picture any angel being a match for Castiel after the beating he'd just delivered to him but if Cas said the other angels were faster, he would probably know better so Dean left it at that. "I’ll clear them out" Castiel instructed, removing his tie and beginning to undo the top buttons of his dress shirt with the other hand. "You two grab the boy. This is our only chance." Dean held up his hands. "Whoa, wait a second. You’re gonna take on five angels??" Castiel didn't waste any time with sugarcoating things or beating around the bush. He simply nodded once. "Yes." Dean stared. "Isn't that suicide?" Even as tough as Castiel was, taking on five other angels who were...in Castiel's own words...faster than he was didn't appear to hold the greatest of odds.

"Maybe it is" Castiel allowed, not sounding fazed in the slightest by the fact he was quite possibly about to walk to his death. "But then I won’t have to watch you fail." He looked directly at Dean with a blank, empty expression. "I’m sorry, Dean. I don’t have the same faith in you that Sam does." Dean wasn't sure how to react to that. He figured it should hurt on some level that Castiel expected him to fail and had lost faith in him.

But it didn't.

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Point Of No Return. // Sam // Mar 20, 2016 19:13:03 GMT -5

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Sam wasn't sure what bothered him more about that little exchange. The fact that Cas had no faith in Dean's ability to continue saying no to Michael or the fact that Dean had no reaction to this because he was probably thinking the same thing. It seemed Sam was the only person left on the planet who knew Dean was truly stronger than that. It was an incredibly disheartening feeling.

Castiel pulled a box cutter from one pocket of his trench coat and slid the blade free with a sharp flourish. Sam's eyes widened. "What the hell are you going to do with that??" He had a few ideas of what the possible answer could be.

And none of them were good ones.

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Point Of No Return. // Sam // Apr 4, 2016 10:59:07 GMT -5

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-- "Castiel" --

Ignoring Sam's question, Castiel yanked off his tie all the way, tossing it aside, and opened both his trench coat and shirt to reveal his bare chest, which he then began to carve into with the box cutter. With no change of expression or even the slightest flinch, Castiel completed a very complicated angel banishing sigil and buttoned up his shirt again, pocketing the blade. "Goodbye" he said very simply, looking at neither brother as he made his way into the warehouse which, at first glance, appeared empty. But it only took Castiel moving a few steps towards the storage shed like room in the center for the first angel to make his appearance, charging Castiel with his angel blade drawn. Castiel let his own blade slip from within his trench coat sleeve to his palm seamlessly, taking out the angel in a matter of seconds. But now the other four were advancing.

Castiel looked around at them, encircling him, and pretended to appear trapped. Defeated. He dropped his blade to the floor, taking a step backwards and yet still the angels didn't move and he needed them closer for the sigil to work properly. "What are you waiting for" he hollered finally, throwing up his weaponless hands in exasperation. "Come get me!" And they charged as one.

But they never made it.

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Point Of No Return. // Sam // Apr 4, 2016 11:50:38 GMT -5

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After several long minutes of waiting in anticipation, there was a bright flash of blindingly white light from within the warehouse, accompanied by a few screams of agony. The boys glanced at each other and then nodded silently and in perfect unison, crept through the still open door, keeping all five senses on high alert for any angel that may have missed Cas' nuke attack. But they made it to the shed undisturbed and Dean, having gotten there first, wrenched open the door, spotting Adam immediately on the ground on the opposite side of the room, coughing up blood. "Adam!" Dean hurried to his side, kneeling down to help the youngest "Winchester" into a seated position, steadying him. "Hey, hey, hey...you ok?" Adam ignored the question, spitting some more blood from his mouth and choking out, "you...you came for me." "Yeah, well..." Dean shrugged with half a smile, preparing to hoist Adam's arm over his shoulders to propel him to his feet. "You're family."

Adam waved off Dean's hand urgently, trying to speak again. "Dean, it's a trap." Dean nodded with no surprise registering in his expression. "I figured." Adam's eyes widened noticeably and Dean turned to find a smug Zachariah blocking the exit. "Dean, please" he scoffed. "Did you really think it would be that easy?" Over Zachariah's shoulder, Dean could see Sam coming in hot and heavy with a raised angel blade. Dean set his jaw. "Did YOU?" Sam went to swing the blade but without turning around, Zachariah lifted one hand and snapped. The angel blade fell to the floor with a clatter and Sam was flung through the air, hitting the far wall and dropping like a stone to the ground. "Sam!" Dean took an alarmed step in his direction but was interrupted by Zachariah's condescending tone. "You know what I’ve learned from this experience, Dean? Patience." He waved one hand in Adam's direction and he began coughing up blood again, seizing on the ground in pain. "Adam" Dean called in a panic, stuck between his two brothers with Zachariah still rambling. "I mean, I thought I was downsized for sure. And for us, a firing...pretty damn literal." He chuckled. "But I should have trusted the boss man. It's all playing out like he said...You, me...your hemorrhaging brothers." Zachariah waved his hand at Sam this time and the younger Winchester began shaking, groaning, and coughing up blood much like Adam. Zachariah raised an eyebrow in Dean's direction, moving closer to him. "You're finally ready, aren't you?" He smirked. "You know there's no other choice. There’s never been a choice." "Stop it" Dean ordered in a shaky voice, unable to stand watching both Adam and Sam in that much pain. "Stop it right now!" Zachariah took another step closer, narrowing his eyes ominously. "In exchange for what" he prompted. "Damn it Zachariah" Dean snapped, swallowing hard, as close to actual begging as he would probably ever get. "Stop it please!" Zachariah waited. "Ok, fine, yes, I'll do it" Dean relented with glassy eyes. "I'm sorry, what was that" Zachariah mocked, clearly enjoying this moment. "I said yes" Dean reiterated heatedly. "The answer is yes!"

"Dean, no" Sam gasped out from his corner, spitting out a mouthful of blood, looking horrified. "Call Michael down you bastard" Dean went on, addressing Zachariah, his tone still marginally unstable, a catch in his voice as he made the demand. Zachariah tilted his head to the side. "How do I know you're not lying?" Dean locked eyes with the angel. "Do I look like I'm lying?" Zachariah took a second to scrutinize Dean's vulnerable expression and then turned and lifted his face and arms to the ceiling, beginning to speak in enochian. "Zodiredo…noco…aberamage…nazodpesade…" Zachariah lowered his arms triumphantly. "He’s coming." While Zachariah's attention was elsewhere, Dean swung his gaze to Sam and the two brothers locked eyes for a split second. And in that second, Dean changed his mind about everything. He couldn't quite say what did it but just looking at his brother, the stupid son of a bitch who had trusted Dean enough to bring him to this very room when everyone else was saying what a bad idea it was, and he just couldn't betray that trust. He couldn't let him down. Winking at the now thoroughly confused Sam, Dean addressed Zachariah's back calmly. "Of course, I have a few conditions." Zachariah turned around with a puzzled expression. "What?" "The few people whose safety you have to guarantee before I say yes" Dean elaborated, staring off with the condition he knew wouldn't be an issue as was proven correct by Zachariah waving this off dismissively. "Sure, make a list." Dean took a step closer to the angel before delivering the next bit. "But most of all…Michael can’t have me until he disintegrates you." The smile dropped right off of Zachariah's face and now it was his turn to step closer. They were nearly nose to nose by this point. "What did you just say" he growled. "I said…" Dean dragged out the first two words a bit before expanding upon his demand, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "Before Michael gets one piece of this sweet ass…he has to turn you into a piece of charcoal." "You really think Michael's gonna go for that" Zachariah demanded, narrowing his eyes. "Who's more important to him now" Dean challenged. "Me, or you?" "You listen to me." Zachariah surged forward, gripping Dean by the collar of his jacket roughly. "You are nothing but a maggot inside a worm’s ass. Do you know who I am…after I deliver you to Michael?" Dean, unfazed by their proximity to each other, or the grip on his jacket, simply answered the question calmly. "Expendable." "Michael's not going to kill me" Zachariah declared with confidence. It was the best opening Dean was going to get and unless they laid on top of each other, they weren't going to get any closer, giving him perfect access to the throat. "Maybe not" he allowed finally, grabbing the spare angel blade from the small of his back in the waistband of his jeans where it had been stashed and thrusting it up through Zachariah's chin and into his skull, filling the room with a blinding flash of light.

"But I am."

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Point Of No Return. // Sam // Apr 4, 2016 15:35:27 GMT -5

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Sam stared in awe as Zachariah dropped to the ground, splayed out with a shadowy impression of his wings on the floor beneath him, stretching out from where they would attach to his back. He still had a somewhat surprised expression on his face too. Sam sat up slowly, wiping blood from his lips with the back of one hand, while Dean, after dropping the angel blade, hurried over to help Adam into a standing position, then bee-lined his way to Sam, who couldn't keep his eyes off of Dean, proud he'd made the right call but damn curious as to what had changed things. Still, he knew now was not exactly the best time to ask.

"Let's go." Dean broke into Sam's thoughts, pulling one of his arms over his shoulders to help get him to his feet. Sam leaned against his brother, using the support as he hobbled his way towards the door, Adam close behind them both. The room began to rumble and shake, the ceiling lights swinging wildly in their brackets. "Faster" Dean urged, the two older brothers slipping out into the warehouse as the rumbling reached such an incessant point that the door swung shut behind them, trapping Adam within the shed. "Dean! Sam!" Adam's panicked voice, accompanied by his fists on the door reached the boys' ears. Dean deposited Sam on the ground where the younger Winchester focused on taking deep breaths while Dean rushed back to try and pry the door open. Sam pushed himself up into a seated position, then to his feet slowly, as a bright white light filled the shaking room, and then, just as soon as it had all started...it ended.

Sam moved forward behind Dean as he knocked the door down with one shoulder, revealing an empty storage shed, nothing like the beautiful green room it had been moments earlier. The boys exchanged a look. That wasn't good.
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"You think Adam's ok" Sam wanted to know after they'd been driving in silence for awhile. "Doubt it" was Dean's brutally honest answer in a grim tone. "Cas either." He glanced sideways at Sam. "But we'll get em both back." Sam liked the sound of that. He also figured that he'd let enough time pass, he could ask his other, burning question, but he started off slow, with a prompt. "So..." Dean returned his gaze to the road. "So what?" "I saw your eyes" Sam informed him, remembering how serious and focused they'd been. "You were totally rockin’ the “yes” back there. So, what changed your mind?" "Honestly?" Dean glanced sideways again with half a fond smile. "The damnedest thing. I mean, the world’s ending. The walls are coming down on us, and I look over to you and all I can think about is, “this stupid son of a bitch brought me here”." He sighed, shook his head and returned his gaze to the road. "I just didn’t want to let you down." "Well you didn't" Sam assured him proudly, knowing he'd made the right call in bringing Dean. Knowing he had been right to trust that his brother would do the right thing in the end. "You almost did. But you didn't."

Dean's grip on the steering wheel tightened noticeably while Sam's gaze was still on it. He was gearing up to say something so Sam waited, letting him find the words. Which, when they finally came, were, "I owe you an apology." Sam waved this down. "No man, no you don't" he promised, but Dean was having none of it. "Just...let me say this" he insisted, keeping his gaze forward. "I don't know if it's being a big brother or what, but to me, you've always been this snot-nosed kid that I've had to keep on the straight and narrow." He finally returned his attention to Sam for long enough to squeeze out a quick smile. "I think we both know that that's not you anymore. I mean, hell, if you're grown-up enough to find faith in me…the least I can do is return the favor." He looked forward again, setting his jaw. "So screw destiny, right in the face. I say we take the fight to them, and do it our way." Sam's smile filled his whole face. Dean was back.

"Sounds good."

[THE END]

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