Dean's deal came to an end four months ago, leaving Sam, Maddison, and Bobby behind to mourn him. When a familiar face shows up on Bobby's doorstep unexpectedly, Maddison, Sam, and Bobby find themselves thrust into the middle of a war they never wan...
I tried to call Sam one last time with the intention that I wouldn't try again unless he called me.
"You've reached Sam Winchester. Leave a message."
"Hey, I miss you." I laughed weakly. "It's my fourteenth birthday... not that it really matters." I sighed. "I, uh, I won't call anymore... I'll leave you alone. Just know... I love you, Sam." I hung up sadly and dropped the phone down on my bed.
When I turned to walk out to the living room with Bobby, I spotted something out of my window that I didn't remember from the first time I lived through this. A figure was standing by a tree out.
Since I didn't want to alert Bobby, I opened the window and climbed out of it. As I approached the figure, I realized it was Castiel.
I stomped up to him. "What did you do to me?!"
"What needed to be done," he said with a straight face.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I glared at him.
"You cannot follow the same path Sam has chosen," he said.
I shook my head and furrowed my brow. "So, you made me relive the worst part of my life? to what?" I shrugged. "Teach me a lesson?"
Castiel shook his head. "Not a lesson. A reminder of what you could lose."
"What are you scared I'm going to do?" I asked, now curious.
Castiel didn't answer, but he raised his hand to my forehead, and I was again instantly put to sleep as peace washed over me.
I woke up back in the motel room, but someone had placed me on Dean's bed. The aching pain of my chest and hand seemed to have disappeared, so I quickly pulled off the bandage from my hand, which revealed that the wound was completely gone. I sat up and grabbed my chest. The scabs were completely gone as well.
When I sat up, I realized Dean was standing up talking to Castiel.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked.
Castiel looked over at Sam's empty bed.
"Where's Sam?" I asked.
"We know what Azazel did to your brother. What we don't know is why... what his endgame is. He went to great lengths to cover that up," Castiel explained.
"Where's Sam?" Dean demanded.
"425 Waterman," Castiel stated.
Dean nodded at me to get up and then walked over and grabbed his keys and our jackets.
"Your brother is headed down a dangerous road, and we're not sure where it leads. So, stop it. Or we will," Castiel threatened, and then he disappeared.
