Dead Already

Friends With Angels

"Look, dude... I'm gonna need a little more than that." Dean turned away, thinking. His whole head hurt and he felt weak. And really thirsty. "You can't expect me to just trust you. I literally just met you. At least buy me dinner first." Dean grinned at his joke, but the Angel didn't seem to get it.

"Dinner? I saved your life. I brought you out of that unholy place. What more could I do to help build your trust?" Castiel seemed agitated. He didn't have time for this. He had two apocalypses on his plate. He didn't have time to argue with this human.

Dean thought for a moment. "Take me to my brother."

Castiel's expression darkened. "I don't think that is a good idea."

Of course not... "I don't care what you think. I want to see him. Is he with Bobby and Megan, still?" Are they all still alive?

Castiel's jaw clenched. "No. Dean... you've been under for four months up here. A lot has... changed since then."

"Like what?"

"Dean, this apocalypse is not the only one in danger of destroying what's left of this planet." Castiel sighed. "You see, the angels- my brother's and sister's- are misguided. They are scared, Dean. And my eldest brother, Michael, wants to do what he thinks our Father wants of us. To bring about the End.

There are those of us who believe our Father is more reasonable- that he wants to see this planet flourish. I am trying to lead them against Michael and the others, but I need your help."

"Wait, wait..." Dean interrupted. "Two apocalypses? And what does any of this have to do with Sam?"

Castiel continued. "My brothers initially started this... zombie apocalypse, as you may call it. We refer to it as the Rise of the Dead. It was their futile attempt at an easy end. Ending the world is not easy... it takes a lot to kill off you humans. Obviously, their plan did not kill off humanity as they had hoped. So instead, they are going to try a more... formal attempt." Castiel paused, gauging Dean's reaction. "The angels are going to free Lucifer from Hell. And they are going to use your brother to do it."

"What?" Dean took a step forward, surprised to see Castiel taking a cautious step back. "That's why I can't see Sam? Bullshit. I need to talk to him right now."

"I can take you to your other friends, if that would help." Castiel offered.

Dean considered it. "Why do they need my brother?"

"I'm not sure." Dean could tell right away that Castiel was lying. He knew exactly what they wanted Sam for.

"That's not good enough, Cas."

Cas titled his head. "I don't understand why you don't trust me. Isn't your life worth that?"

Dean clenched his jaw. "You know what, I've decided. I do want to see my friends."

Cas smiled slightly. "As you wish."

Bobby was asleep on the couch when he heard a noise from behind him.

He and Megan had been staying in this house for a couple weeks now. After Sam ran off with Ruby, it was just the two of them. Bobby liked Megan. She kept to herself, mostly, but she was kind and determined. He knew he could trust her, and if he couldn't be with the boys, a trustworthy friend was the next best thing.

He opened his eyes, grasping quietly for his gun. Maybe Megan was back early. Maybe those footsteps were something else.


Bobby's heart skipped a beat when he heard that voice. He knew that voice anywhere. But... that was impossible. It can't be...Bobby stood up abruptly, whipping around, gun up and loaded.

Dean's hands went up. "Whoa, hold up there, Bobby... It's... It's me."

It is. "Dean? It... It can't be... you're dead. I- we, buried you."

Dean smiled slightly, shrugging. "Yeah, I know. But I'm back now."

Bobby lowered his gun, walking forward. "Is that really you, boy?" He reached out, cupping his hand on his face. He felt real. "It's so good to see you," He dropped the gun completely, wrapping his arms around Dean.

Dean hugged him back. "It's good to see you, too, Bobby."

Bobby pulled away, looking at the other man, who stood beside him, rather still. "Who's your friend, here?"

Castiel didn't smile. "My name is Castiel."

"It's a long story. I'll, uh... I'll explain later." Dean promised.

"Bobby!" A voice that had to be Megan's came from across the house. All three men turned as she came into the room.

She was holding a backpack, coming back from a supply run, but when she saw Dean, she immediately dropped it. "Dean?"

Dean grinned. She looked different from the last time he saw her. She looked more confident, and stronger. Maybe all this time with Bobby was good for her. "Hey, Megan. You look great."

Megan ran over and practically jumped into his arms. "I can't believe it's you. How are you back?"

Dean glanced over at Castiel. "I think Cas, here should explain..." He noticed Castiel was staring at Megan, almost in awe. "Cas, you listenin' to me?" Castiel seemed to snap out of his trance. "Dude, I know she's pretty, but..."

Castiel looked back at Megan, confused. "This is your friend? Megan?"

"Uh," Megan felt uncomfortable with him staring at her. There was something in his eyes that made her wary. "Yeah, I am. Dean..." Her fingers gripped his jacket.

"Cas, whats wrong?"

Castiel moved a step closer to them. "I take it you don't know what she is."

The three of them shared a look of alarm and surprise. "You know what she is?" Bobby asked. He had been helping her figure that out for months now, and learned nothing new.

"Of course I do. She's an Angel."

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