Unexpected Destinies Chapter 137
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,954
Summary: Sam discovers what his grandfather and cousins have been up to.
PRESENT
The weather outside was gorgeous, especially for the time of year, and Sam was thoroughly enjoying it. For whatever reason, the others had seemed to want a little break from hunting cases back to back, probably due to Mark's unexpected death, and he'd taken the opportunity to relax a little himself. Like today he'd decided to take advantage of the good weather and go for a leisurely run instead of the brutal training exercises he'd normally have done. He'd even stopped for an ice cream along the way.
Sam smiled to himself as he thought about it again. It had been damn good pistachio ice cream too, not any of that cheap crap stuff they'd always gotten as kids at whatever fill up joint they'd happened to stop at or which their diners might provide, if they were lucky. He wasn't sure if it was the great ice cream, the good weather or the result of the cleansing spells, but he felt damned good indeed. Definitely far better than he could remember feeling in a very long, long time. Perhaps even since Jess had died.
That thought still served to dampen his mood and Sam tried to push it aside. Instead he chose to ponder whether or not the cleansing spells could be behind his unusually sunny disposition at the moment. He'd definitely felt markedly better after each one that they performed these days, which made sense given the ever increasing complexity of the spells. There were just two or three left to go and he should be all set. He only wished that they could just perform them all today and have it all over and done with. He was more than ready to be rid of all of the Hell taint that he'd managed to pick up during his little sojourn down there to Lucifer's cage.
Okay, that thought had definitely killed whatever had remained of his good mood and now Sam just felt as frustrated, annoyed and angry as he'd been lately whenever he thought about his brother and the once again looming Apocalypse. Thinking about the devil was certainly not conducive to remaining happy, that was for sure. It might not be all that bad that he'd left the good mood behind, though, as even most of a day off was probably far more than they could really afford to take at present. He just hated sitting around with nothing to do! Oh, sure, they could hunt, but not what he really wanted to be hunting. Only the small stuff that hardly even mattered right now, not with Lucifer threatening the whole world.
The moment that the last of the cleansing spells was performed, Sam was calling Dean and demanding that his brother and Castiel come over and do whatever it was that needed doing to keep the devil out of him. Once that was done then he was getting involved in this fight once more, whether Dean liked it or not. The only thing that had prevented him from throwing himself into the thick of it so far was the fact that Lucifer could just slip right inside of him if the devil only figured out where he was. Despite that restriction, though, he'd been keeping an eye on things and he was pretty sure that he was aware of at least a few things that Lucifer had been up to, if not all of them. That inexplicable explosion down in French Guiana for one had the devil's handiwork written all over it, especially when one considered that one of the islands that had been literally wiped off the map had been called the Devil's Island. He was pretty sure that was Lucifer's way of being ironic.
Sam shook his head at the thought. Trust Lucifer to go and do something so pointed and yet so useless. It was kinda like the last Apocalypse all over again. Things were just too quiet and he couldn't help but wonder what the devil was planning. Well, after Lucifer had him, of course. A vessel was the first and most important step for an angel who wanted to be on Earth and now that Lucifer'd had him he just knew that the devil would be back. The sheer glee and satisfaction that Lucifer had experienced upon first taking him was still enough to make him shiver, mostly in horror. The only bright side of the situation was that it meant that he had a valuable piece of leverage over his enemy, or at least he would once the necessary spell was performed.
He paused as he wondered if he could somehow use that to ensure that he was included more in whatever Dean, Castiel and the archangels were up to. After all, by this point Sam was pretty sure that if he didn't take matters into his own hands somehow, that he'd be excluded from things and they just couldn't afford that. With the possible exception of Bobby (perhaps!), he was the one who had done the most research on the Apocalypse and so what he knew could be vitally important. Not to mention that it might make him think of things that the others wouldn't. The angels had a completely non-human perspective on the situation and often overlooked the obvious or things which could be used to their advantage due to either their arrogance or their brainwashing.
And speaking of brainwashing, Sam frowned as he wondered once more just what had happened to his brother. Given the sheer amount of time that Dean had spent with both Michael and Raphael, literally anything was possible and it wouldn't do to let his guard down around any of them. Not even the slightest.
Sam was still pondering that thought when he entered the Campbell compound. He was trying to figure out just how much the archangels would be able to read from his mind when he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes having absently glanced at the large research table as he'd passed it. Just like normal, there were countless books strewn across its surface, but unlike normal they weren't the traditional research texts or anything even remotely like them. It was with a growing sense of horror that he recognized the almost lurid artwork on the covers of the paperbacks as those that adorned the covers of Chuck's prophetic trash.
"Ah, Sam, you're back," Gwen said from the other end of the room. "We've been waiting for you to return."
"What's this?" Sam demanded, turning to face her, still not quite able to believe his own eyes.
"Those have been incredibly informative," Samuel stated, stepping into the room.
"What? How did you even get these?"
"I went out and bought them after out little trip to the prophet's house. Thanks for letting me know about them."
Oh God, he had been the one to tell his grandfather about the existence of these books, Sam realized. But he'd never thought that the older man would actually go out and buy them! If the thought had even occurred to him, he'd definitely have kept his mouth shut on the topic, that was for damn sure! In what strongly resembled some horribly cheesy cheap budget movie effect, he could almost see events as Chuck had distorted them flashing before his eyes. While they'd never gotten their hands on as many books as were here now, he'd seen more than enough of them to know that he'd never wanted anyone that he knew personally to read them.
The fans... well the fans were one thing and Sam knew that there really wasn't anything that he could do about them. No matter how much he might wish that he could at times, most particularly when confronted with one fan in particular who would go forevermore nameless if he had anything to say about it. But at least the fans thought that it was all fiction, or rather most of them did, he'd always had to wonder if people who'd had experience with the supernatural might have put two and two together. Luckily he'd never yet had occasion to find out and he'd much prefer to keep it that way. On some level he lived in constant dread of coming across another hunter who'd somehow become aware of them and who had then connected the Sam in the books with him.
That thought was really too horrible to contemplate and yet it kept coming back to Sam over and over again like some recurring nightmare. He couldn't quite understand his own fascination with it, but it was unintentional and horrified fascination nonetheless.
"I- I can't believe that you guys did this," Sam finally stuttered, feeling betrayed. "There's all kinds of private stuff in there!"
"But it's out there for everyone to read," Gwen pointed out.
"Not with our consent! We told Chuck to stop writing them."
"Yeah, he mentioned that in the book with the convention in it, but I guess that he decided that he had to continue."
"If it's any consolation, you're not the only one who's had secrets revealed in there," Samuel stated.
"No, it's not any consolation!" Sam shouted. "It was your choice to get them and to let Gwen read them. I didn't have that choice before you both went rifling through my life."
"Maybe you should have thought of that before you lied to us then," Gwen countered. "Then we wouldn't have had to resort to this."
"Lied to you? I didn't lie to you!"
"No? Then what about all that stuff you said about Dean?"
"It was all true! Surely you can see for yourself now that he isn't the hunter that he used to be."
"There's a big difference between that and what you implied," Samuel replied. "Yes, of course, Dean changed after Hell, but that's only normal. No one can go through that kind of trauma and escape it unscratched, not even you despite how much shorter your stay in Hell was. But that doesn't mean that your brother changed for the worse, indeed I can't find any trace of that. Sure, he grew more cautious, but that's not a bad thing. He knew what was at stake more than anyone else could even comprehend, not to mention the fact that he had some serious issues to work through."
Sam snorted. "Of course you're taking his side. I really couldn't have expected anything else."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what I said! Can you even hear yourself, Samuel? I mean, really? It's like Dean can do no wrong as far as you're concerned, not to mention the fact that he seems to be constantly on your mind in a way that's neither healthy nor normal."
"It's not my fault that your brother reminds me of my Mary!" Samuel shouted.
The unexpected outburst startled Sam even despite the sharp rise in voices over the course of the argument. Not only was he unused to his grandfather shouting, but the words themselves were a surprise. Dean reminded Samuel of Mom? He definitely hadn't seen that one coming, that was for sure. Personally he'd always thought that his brother resembled their father, Dean had certainly always imitated Dad enough for that impression to be grounded in solid fact. In contrast, he'd always fancied himself to take after their mother as he'd clearly always been at odds with their father. So if he hadn't gotten his personality from Dad, then surely it had to have come from Mom. And yet here his grandfather was, comparing Dean to Mary while Samuel had compared him with John not too long ago. It bothered him that while he could outright dismiss the comparison between himself and his father (after all, his grandfather hadn't really known Dad), he knew that he couldn't really do the same with the Dean and Mary comparison for obvious reasons.
"What's going on here?" Bobby demanded, coming into the room, a gun in hand. "Are you idjits trying to bring down the roof?"
"Sam's being unreasonable," Gwen explained.
"Unreasonable? I'm being unreasonable?" Sam demanded, furious. "They're the ones who've been violating our privacy! And, yes, I mean yours too, Bobby. Look!"
Bobby frowned at him but followed his pointed finger nonetheless. Sam was thankful for the small favors as he waited for the explosion that was sure to follow the older hunter's discovery of what his family had done. Only it didn't seem to be forthcoming and he frowned, wondering if everyone but him had really gone crazy.
"What, the books?" Bobby asked, stepping closer to the table and picking up one of the books with a particularly lurid drawing that Sam wasn't immediately sure was meant to be him or his brother but which he desperately hoped was meant to be Dean. "What's this trash anyway?"
"That particular one is Dean," Gwen explained.
"Dean?"
"Yes."
It took a few seconds, but Sam saw the moment that Bobby got what it was that he was holding and what all the other books laid out before him were. Now that he thought about it for a second, he was stunned at the sheer number of them. While it was true that he and Dean had never gotten them all and that even the former publisher had only had a selection of them on her shelf, he knew for sure that there hadn't been nearly this many of them at that time. Just how many had Chuck published since telling them that he was considering it once more? He knew that Becky had said that the publications weren't lagging all that far behind the present, but he still hadn't expected there to be nearly as many as this. It was staggering and he couldn't quite fathom how people would read this many of them. Did they really have nothing better to do with their time and money?
"This, this is all of them?" Bobby questioned, tone emotionless.
"No, we're still missing about eleven of them, I think," Samuel responded. "This only takes us up to Stull Cemetery and your original defeat of both Lucifer and Michael."
"I see."
Sam's frown deepened as he tried to decipher his friend's voice. This was absolutely not the reaction that he'd been expecting from Bobby but perhaps that was because the older hunter didn't quite understand just how much Chuck not only saw but also chose to share? It was quite possible. Heck, he himself hadn't quite been able to understand it until he'd read excerpts from the books and even then he'd tried to deny it until that just hadn't been possible anymore.
"That's it? That's all you have to say after what they've done?" Sam demanded.
Bobby shrugged. "What do you want me to say, Sam? That I'm unhappy about it? Sure, I definitely am, but I also understand why it was that they did it. I'd probably have done the same thing if I'd been in their shoes."
"What? Why?"
"Because it's research, Sam, and invaluable research at that. Now they both know all that has happened and don't need us to explain issues as they crop up. In fact it would be really good to see if we can't get our hands on the others and find out what has been happening since your confrontation with Michael at Stull."
He couldn't believe it. Sam really couldn't believe it! His family had just done the closest equivalent to reading his personal journal and Bobby was okay with that? He needed his big brother here at the moment he suddenly realized. Dean wouldn't hesitate to tell both Gwen and Samuel exactly how he felt about this situation, of that he was sure. All he had to do was recall his brother's horror and disbelief at the discovery of the books to know that he'd have the backup he sought from Dean in this. Perhaps he should let them go out and get the remaining books, those were sure to have both Gwen and Samuel in them as far greater characters than his grandfather had been before and then they'd understand just how greatly they'd violated him. Not to mention the fact that it would also provide him with all kinds of information on exactly what it was that the archangels had done with Castiel and Dean. Once he knew that, then perhaps he could come up with a plan on how to reverse the damage and it should also get the others to realize that things weren't quite what they seemed.
"I concur," Samuel stated. "I would have bought them as well except that the store was sold out."
"Sold out?" Bobby queried with raised eyebrows. "They're doing that well?"
"So it would seem. The girl at the help desk seemed to think it was inevitable given the inclusion of angels, demons and prophecies."
"Oh, of course, silly me, why didn't I think of that?"
"You're unbelievable, the whole lot of you." The new voice made Sam turn around to find Christian standing behind him, a dark look on his face. He felt an odd flutter of relief within him, sure that his cousin had finally come to realize just what was going on here and what was at stake. His hope soon died however when Christian turned his glare towards him. "Don't you realize how much time you're wasting here? And on what? Worthless crap!"
"Christian," Gwen chided. "You hardly even read any of them. You can't know that."
"Oh I read more than enough to know exactly what they're about. I mean, seriously, how can you have read them and still want to waste any more time on Dean Winchester?"
A.N.: Sorry for the late post, guys. I injured my wrist playing volleyball and it's really hard to type with just one hand!
Chapter 138
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,954
Summary: Sam discovers what his grandfather and cousins have been up to.
PRESENT
The weather outside was gorgeous, especially for the time of year, and Sam was thoroughly enjoying it. For whatever reason, the others had seemed to want a little break from hunting cases back to back, probably due to Mark's unexpected death, and he'd taken the opportunity to relax a little himself. Like today he'd decided to take advantage of the good weather and go for a leisurely run instead of the brutal training exercises he'd normally have done. He'd even stopped for an ice cream along the way.
Sam smiled to himself as he thought about it again. It had been damn good pistachio ice cream too, not any of that cheap crap stuff they'd always gotten as kids at whatever fill up joint they'd happened to stop at or which their diners might provide, if they were lucky. He wasn't sure if it was the great ice cream, the good weather or the result of the cleansing spells, but he felt damned good indeed. Definitely far better than he could remember feeling in a very long, long time. Perhaps even since Jess had died.
That thought still served to dampen his mood and Sam tried to push it aside. Instead he chose to ponder whether or not the cleansing spells could be behind his unusually sunny disposition at the moment. He'd definitely felt markedly better after each one that they performed these days, which made sense given the ever increasing complexity of the spells. There were just two or three left to go and he should be all set. He only wished that they could just perform them all today and have it all over and done with. He was more than ready to be rid of all of the Hell taint that he'd managed to pick up during his little sojourn down there to Lucifer's cage.
Okay, that thought had definitely killed whatever had remained of his good mood and now Sam just felt as frustrated, annoyed and angry as he'd been lately whenever he thought about his brother and the once again looming Apocalypse. Thinking about the devil was certainly not conducive to remaining happy, that was for sure. It might not be all that bad that he'd left the good mood behind, though, as even most of a day off was probably far more than they could really afford to take at present. He just hated sitting around with nothing to do! Oh, sure, they could hunt, but not what he really wanted to be hunting. Only the small stuff that hardly even mattered right now, not with Lucifer threatening the whole world.
The moment that the last of the cleansing spells was performed, Sam was calling Dean and demanding that his brother and Castiel come over and do whatever it was that needed doing to keep the devil out of him. Once that was done then he was getting involved in this fight once more, whether Dean liked it or not. The only thing that had prevented him from throwing himself into the thick of it so far was the fact that Lucifer could just slip right inside of him if the devil only figured out where he was. Despite that restriction, though, he'd been keeping an eye on things and he was pretty sure that he was aware of at least a few things that Lucifer had been up to, if not all of them. That inexplicable explosion down in French Guiana for one had the devil's handiwork written all over it, especially when one considered that one of the islands that had been literally wiped off the map had been called the Devil's Island. He was pretty sure that was Lucifer's way of being ironic.
Sam shook his head at the thought. Trust Lucifer to go and do something so pointed and yet so useless. It was kinda like the last Apocalypse all over again. Things were just too quiet and he couldn't help but wonder what the devil was planning. Well, after Lucifer had him, of course. A vessel was the first and most important step for an angel who wanted to be on Earth and now that Lucifer'd had him he just knew that the devil would be back. The sheer glee and satisfaction that Lucifer had experienced upon first taking him was still enough to make him shiver, mostly in horror. The only bright side of the situation was that it meant that he had a valuable piece of leverage over his enemy, or at least he would once the necessary spell was performed.
He paused as he wondered if he could somehow use that to ensure that he was included more in whatever Dean, Castiel and the archangels were up to. After all, by this point Sam was pretty sure that if he didn't take matters into his own hands somehow, that he'd be excluded from things and they just couldn't afford that. With the possible exception of Bobby (perhaps!), he was the one who had done the most research on the Apocalypse and so what he knew could be vitally important. Not to mention that it might make him think of things that the others wouldn't. The angels had a completely non-human perspective on the situation and often overlooked the obvious or things which could be used to their advantage due to either their arrogance or their brainwashing.
And speaking of brainwashing, Sam frowned as he wondered once more just what had happened to his brother. Given the sheer amount of time that Dean had spent with both Michael and Raphael, literally anything was possible and it wouldn't do to let his guard down around any of them. Not even the slightest.
Sam was still pondering that thought when he entered the Campbell compound. He was trying to figure out just how much the archangels would be able to read from his mind when he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes having absently glanced at the large research table as he'd passed it. Just like normal, there were countless books strewn across its surface, but unlike normal they weren't the traditional research texts or anything even remotely like them. It was with a growing sense of horror that he recognized the almost lurid artwork on the covers of the paperbacks as those that adorned the covers of Chuck's prophetic trash.
"Ah, Sam, you're back," Gwen said from the other end of the room. "We've been waiting for you to return."
"What's this?" Sam demanded, turning to face her, still not quite able to believe his own eyes.
"Those have been incredibly informative," Samuel stated, stepping into the room.
"What? How did you even get these?"
"I went out and bought them after out little trip to the prophet's house. Thanks for letting me know about them."
Oh God, he had been the one to tell his grandfather about the existence of these books, Sam realized. But he'd never thought that the older man would actually go out and buy them! If the thought had even occurred to him, he'd definitely have kept his mouth shut on the topic, that was for damn sure! In what strongly resembled some horribly cheesy cheap budget movie effect, he could almost see events as Chuck had distorted them flashing before his eyes. While they'd never gotten their hands on as many books as were here now, he'd seen more than enough of them to know that he'd never wanted anyone that he knew personally to read them.
The fans... well the fans were one thing and Sam knew that there really wasn't anything that he could do about them. No matter how much he might wish that he could at times, most particularly when confronted with one fan in particular who would go forevermore nameless if he had anything to say about it. But at least the fans thought that it was all fiction, or rather most of them did, he'd always had to wonder if people who'd had experience with the supernatural might have put two and two together. Luckily he'd never yet had occasion to find out and he'd much prefer to keep it that way. On some level he lived in constant dread of coming across another hunter who'd somehow become aware of them and who had then connected the Sam in the books with him.
That thought was really too horrible to contemplate and yet it kept coming back to Sam over and over again like some recurring nightmare. He couldn't quite understand his own fascination with it, but it was unintentional and horrified fascination nonetheless.
"I- I can't believe that you guys did this," Sam finally stuttered, feeling betrayed. "There's all kinds of private stuff in there!"
"But it's out there for everyone to read," Gwen pointed out.
"Not with our consent! We told Chuck to stop writing them."
"Yeah, he mentioned that in the book with the convention in it, but I guess that he decided that he had to continue."
"If it's any consolation, you're not the only one who's had secrets revealed in there," Samuel stated.
"No, it's not any consolation!" Sam shouted. "It was your choice to get them and to let Gwen read them. I didn't have that choice before you both went rifling through my life."
"Maybe you should have thought of that before you lied to us then," Gwen countered. "Then we wouldn't have had to resort to this."
"Lied to you? I didn't lie to you!"
"No? Then what about all that stuff you said about Dean?"
"It was all true! Surely you can see for yourself now that he isn't the hunter that he used to be."
"There's a big difference between that and what you implied," Samuel replied. "Yes, of course, Dean changed after Hell, but that's only normal. No one can go through that kind of trauma and escape it unscratched, not even you despite how much shorter your stay in Hell was. But that doesn't mean that your brother changed for the worse, indeed I can't find any trace of that. Sure, he grew more cautious, but that's not a bad thing. He knew what was at stake more than anyone else could even comprehend, not to mention the fact that he had some serious issues to work through."
Sam snorted. "Of course you're taking his side. I really couldn't have expected anything else."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what I said! Can you even hear yourself, Samuel? I mean, really? It's like Dean can do no wrong as far as you're concerned, not to mention the fact that he seems to be constantly on your mind in a way that's neither healthy nor normal."
"It's not my fault that your brother reminds me of my Mary!" Samuel shouted.
The unexpected outburst startled Sam even despite the sharp rise in voices over the course of the argument. Not only was he unused to his grandfather shouting, but the words themselves were a surprise. Dean reminded Samuel of Mom? He definitely hadn't seen that one coming, that was for sure. Personally he'd always thought that his brother resembled their father, Dean had certainly always imitated Dad enough for that impression to be grounded in solid fact. In contrast, he'd always fancied himself to take after their mother as he'd clearly always been at odds with their father. So if he hadn't gotten his personality from Dad, then surely it had to have come from Mom. And yet here his grandfather was, comparing Dean to Mary while Samuel had compared him with John not too long ago. It bothered him that while he could outright dismiss the comparison between himself and his father (after all, his grandfather hadn't really known Dad), he knew that he couldn't really do the same with the Dean and Mary comparison for obvious reasons.
"What's going on here?" Bobby demanded, coming into the room, a gun in hand. "Are you idjits trying to bring down the roof?"
"Sam's being unreasonable," Gwen explained.
"Unreasonable? I'm being unreasonable?" Sam demanded, furious. "They're the ones who've been violating our privacy! And, yes, I mean yours too, Bobby. Look!"
Bobby frowned at him but followed his pointed finger nonetheless. Sam was thankful for the small favors as he waited for the explosion that was sure to follow the older hunter's discovery of what his family had done. Only it didn't seem to be forthcoming and he frowned, wondering if everyone but him had really gone crazy.
"What, the books?" Bobby asked, stepping closer to the table and picking up one of the books with a particularly lurid drawing that Sam wasn't immediately sure was meant to be him or his brother but which he desperately hoped was meant to be Dean. "What's this trash anyway?"
"That particular one is Dean," Gwen explained.
"Dean?"
"Yes."
It took a few seconds, but Sam saw the moment that Bobby got what it was that he was holding and what all the other books laid out before him were. Now that he thought about it for a second, he was stunned at the sheer number of them. While it was true that he and Dean had never gotten them all and that even the former publisher had only had a selection of them on her shelf, he knew for sure that there hadn't been nearly this many of them at that time. Just how many had Chuck published since telling them that he was considering it once more? He knew that Becky had said that the publications weren't lagging all that far behind the present, but he still hadn't expected there to be nearly as many as this. It was staggering and he couldn't quite fathom how people would read this many of them. Did they really have nothing better to do with their time and money?
"This, this is all of them?" Bobby questioned, tone emotionless.
"No, we're still missing about eleven of them, I think," Samuel responded. "This only takes us up to Stull Cemetery and your original defeat of both Lucifer and Michael."
"I see."
Sam's frown deepened as he tried to decipher his friend's voice. This was absolutely not the reaction that he'd been expecting from Bobby but perhaps that was because the older hunter didn't quite understand just how much Chuck not only saw but also chose to share? It was quite possible. Heck, he himself hadn't quite been able to understand it until he'd read excerpts from the books and even then he'd tried to deny it until that just hadn't been possible anymore.
"That's it? That's all you have to say after what they've done?" Sam demanded.
Bobby shrugged. "What do you want me to say, Sam? That I'm unhappy about it? Sure, I definitely am, but I also understand why it was that they did it. I'd probably have done the same thing if I'd been in their shoes."
"What? Why?"
"Because it's research, Sam, and invaluable research at that. Now they both know all that has happened and don't need us to explain issues as they crop up. In fact it would be really good to see if we can't get our hands on the others and find out what has been happening since your confrontation with Michael at Stull."
He couldn't believe it. Sam really couldn't believe it! His family had just done the closest equivalent to reading his personal journal and Bobby was okay with that? He needed his big brother here at the moment he suddenly realized. Dean wouldn't hesitate to tell both Gwen and Samuel exactly how he felt about this situation, of that he was sure. All he had to do was recall his brother's horror and disbelief at the discovery of the books to know that he'd have the backup he sought from Dean in this. Perhaps he should let them go out and get the remaining books, those were sure to have both Gwen and Samuel in them as far greater characters than his grandfather had been before and then they'd understand just how greatly they'd violated him. Not to mention the fact that it would also provide him with all kinds of information on exactly what it was that the archangels had done with Castiel and Dean. Once he knew that, then perhaps he could come up with a plan on how to reverse the damage and it should also get the others to realize that things weren't quite what they seemed.
"I concur," Samuel stated. "I would have bought them as well except that the store was sold out."
"Sold out?" Bobby queried with raised eyebrows. "They're doing that well?"
"So it would seem. The girl at the help desk seemed to think it was inevitable given the inclusion of angels, demons and prophecies."
"Oh, of course, silly me, why didn't I think of that?"
"You're unbelievable, the whole lot of you." The new voice made Sam turn around to find Christian standing behind him, a dark look on his face. He felt an odd flutter of relief within him, sure that his cousin had finally come to realize just what was going on here and what was at stake. His hope soon died however when Christian turned his glare towards him. "Don't you realize how much time you're wasting here? And on what? Worthless crap!"
"Christian," Gwen chided. "You hardly even read any of them. You can't know that."
"Oh I read more than enough to know exactly what they're about. I mean, seriously, how can you have read them and still want to waste any more time on Dean Winchester?"
A.N.: Sorry for the late post, guys. I injured my wrist playing volleyball and it's really hard to type with just one hand!
Chapter 138