"A soul mate is someone you're automatically connected to the moment you see them. After a while, things begin to happen to both participants." Cass started to explain.

"And? What does this have anything to do with what just happened?" I asked, holding a napkin to my bloody nose.

"A bond has started to form. One of the effects from it is, you feel what I feel and I feel what you feel." he explained.

"Physically, mentally, emotionally? Explain?" I said, making strange hand movements as I did.

"Normally only physically," he answered. I nodded.

"Anything else I should know about this?" I asked and he sighed, looking away.

"I can read your mind." he said and my eyebrows went up.

"What am I thinking?" I asked. Sexy ass fluffy feathered dick. I smirked at him as his eyes went slightly wide and cleared his throat. "What happens if one of us die?" I randomly asked. He looked back to me, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I mean, do we both die?" I tried to clear it up, only making it worse.

"No, but there will be agonizing pain for the other." he said and I groaned.

"Great, horrible either way," I said. I looked over to Dean before sighing. I stood up. I walked to the door. "I'll be back."

"One more thing," I heard. I turned back to him. "Soul mates can feel when the other is unfaithful." he said and I snorted a laugh.

"Like a dude would kiss me. Ha!" I said, turning and walking into the hallway. I walked down to the cafeteria, not knowing where Sam was, not really caring either. I grabbed some pie, so that if Dean did wake up, he'd wake up to some half-eaten pie. As I walked back to the room, eating some of the pie on the way. When I got there, the first voice I heard was Dean's.

"Is it true?" I heard. I hid behind the wall, listening, but not entering. "Did I break the first seal? Did I start all this?" There was a slight pause, my eyes went wide.

"Yes," I heard Cass. I let out a silent sigh. "When we discovered Lilith's plan for you... We laid siege to hell, and we fought our way to get to you before you-"

"Jump started the apocalypse." he said.

"But we were too late." Cass said after a long pause.

"Why didn't you just leave me there, then?" Dean asked.

"It's not... Blame that falls on you, Dean. It's fate," Cass said and I remembered our conversation from earlier, only a couple of hours. Cass paused. "And the righteous man who begins it... Is the only one who can finish it. You have to stop it."

"Lucifer? The apocalypse? What does that mean?" Dean asked, I felt like I should've stopped listening then, but I couldn't just waltz in there. "Hey! Don't you go disappearing on me, you son of a bitch. What does that mean?"

"I don't know."

"Bull!" Dean shouted, even though his voice sounded strained.

"I don't. Dean, they don't tell me much. I know... how our fate rests with you." Cass said.

"Well, then, you guys are screwed," Dean said and I closed my eyes, slightly out of sadness for my brother, and slightly to focus on listening. A couple people had passed by me, but nobody seemed to notice me much, which was good. "I can't do it, Cass. It's too big. Alastair was right. I'm not all here. I'm not- I'm not strong enough," I heard his voice crack, and knowing he was crying or on the verge of it made my heart break. "Well, I guess I'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be. Find someone else. It's not me." There was a slight sound of Castiel's wings flapping and I looked over to the door. It slammed, making me jump slightly and looked back to the wall. There stood Castiel.

"It's not good to eavesdrop." he said, simply.

"Hey, you owed me answers, I got them." I said. He stared at me, a bit close and violating my personal space, but I wasn't going to tell an angel, that's apparently my soul mate, to back off.

"No boy would kiss you?" he asked. I laughed lightly.

"Nah, nobody exactly feels that way about me. You got nothing to worry about." I said, patting his chest twice, something I do randomly to the boys, and now Cass, apparently. He then, very suddenly kissed me and my eyes went wide. When he backed up I just stared as he did me. He looked confused for a second before speaking.

"Anna made you jealous." he said and I stared at him, even more confused than before.

"What? No she didn't." I said.

"Then why are you blushing?" he asked and disappeared.

"Come on," I groaned, turning back to the door. I sighed, opening it. He looked at me. "You're awake!" I said, excitedly, as if I hadn't known. He stared at me, not saying anything. "I brought pie."

~

Sam, Dean, and I walked into a store. It was a comic book store and, for a geek like me, it was amazing. Although, we were here on strict business. We were all in tuxes, yes, me too. I wore a suit. I was a business woman on the job. We walked to the cash register guy, me trying not to look at all the comics.

"Uh... Can I help you?" he asked.

"Sure hope so. Agents DeYoung, Shaw, and Gowan. Just need to ask you a few questions." Dean said, we all held out fake badges and put them away after a second.

"Notice anything strange in the building, last couple of days?" Sam asked.

"Like what?" the guy asked.

"Well, some other tenants reported flickering lights." Dean said.

"Uh... I don't think so. Why?" he asked.

"What about noises? Any skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?" I asked.

"And the FBI are investigating a rodent problem?" he asked and I rolled my eyes.

"What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops of temperature?" Sam asked and the guy started smiling. I looked at my brothers in confusion before back at him.

"I knew it! You guys are LARPING, aren't you?" he said.

"Excuse me?" Dean asked.

"You're fans."

"Fans of what? What is LARPING?" I asked. Though I was a geek, I didn't really talk to anybody other than family like the boys or Bobby, so I had no idea what was going on.

"Like you don't know," he said and when we didn't stop giving him confused looks, he explained. "Live-action role-playing. And pretty hardcore, too."

"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about." Dean said.

"You're asking questions like the building's haunted. Like those guys from the books. What are they called? Uh... 'Supernatural'," and yet we still gave him confused looks. "Two guys and a girl, use fake I.D.s with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh... Steve, Harriet, and Dirk? Uh... Sal, Haley, and Dane?" he asked.

"Sam, Henry, and Dean?" Sam asked.

"That's it!" he said, pointing at Sam.

"You're saying this is a book?" Dean asked.

"Books. It was a series."

And that's how Sam, Dean, and I got to a man named Chuck Shurley, the writer of the Supernatural books. We pushed the doorbell and after a second, a man answered it. He was scrawny and pale, with a beard.

"You Chuck Shurley?" Dean asked.

"The Chuck Shurley who wrote the Supernatural books?" Sam asked.

"Maybe. Why?" He answered.

"I'm Dean. This is Henry and Sam. The Dean, Henry, and Sam you've been writing about." We said. He nodded, a slight smile on his face before closing the door. We rang the doorbell again and the door opened once again.

"Look, uh... I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really, I do. It's uh, it's always nice to hear from the fans. But, uh, for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life." he said and before he could close the door again, Dean slammed his hand against the door.

"See, here's the thing. We have a life. You've been using it to write your books." he said and barged in. I could sense the fear this guy had right now, but Dean was seriously pissed off and I wasn't going to try to stop him.

"Now, wait a minute. Now, this isn't funny." Chuck said as I slammed the door.

"Damn straight, it's not funny." Dean said, I held an arm in front of him.

"Eat a snickers." I mumbled.

"Look, we just want to know how you're doing it." Sam said and I smiled at the guy, a big, warm, happy, fake smile.

"I'm not doing anything." he said.

"Are you a hunter?" Dean asked.

"What? No. I'm a writer." Chuck said.

"Then how do you know so much about demons and tulpas and changelings?" Dean asked, walking forward. Chuck fell onto his couch and I couldn't help but feel bad for the poor guy. We must seem insane to him.

"Is this some kind of 'misery' thing? Ah, it is, isn't it? It's a misery thing!" he said and I furrowed my eyebrows. What the hell is a misery thing?

"No, it's not a 'misery' thing. Believe me, we are not fans." Dean said.

"Well, then, what do you want?!" he asked.

"I'm Henrietta, these are my brothers, Sam and Dean." I stated calmly.

"Henrietta, Sam, and Dean are fictional characters. I made them up! They're not real!"

"Boy, you really don't know, do you?" I asked. He looked at me in confusion.

"Come on." Dean said and pulled him up. We showed him the trunk of the Impala.

"Are those real guns?" he asked.

"Yup, " Dean answered. "And this is real rock salt and these are real fake I.D.s." Dean explained, showing him the items. Chuck chuckled.

"Well, I gotta hand it to you guys. You really are my number one fans. That's awesome. So, I-I think I've got some posters in the house." he said, walking back to the house. I rolled my eyes.

"Chuck stop." I called, running over to him.

"Wait, please don't hurt me." he begged and I softened.

"How much do you know?" Sam asked and I elbowed him. That's not something you say to someone who thinks you're going to kill them. Sam gave me a look.

"He doesn't mean that in a bad way. Do you know about Castiel?" I asked, hopefully. That wasn't published so maybe he'll believe us now.

"Or Lilith breaking the seals?" Sam asked.

"Wait a minute. How do you know about that?" he asked.

"The question is, how do you?" Dean asked.

"Cause I wrote it." Chuck said.

"You kept writing?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, even after the publisher went bankrupt, but those books never came out," he said and I rolled my eyes once again. "Okay, wait a minute. This is some kind of joke, right? Did that- Did Phil put you up to this?" he said and I groaned.

"Dean." I said. He nodded.

"Well, nice to meet you, I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my sister, Henry, and brother, Sam." Dean said and Chuck stared at us, befuddled.

"Last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that. I never even wrote that down."

~

I was supposed to stay with Sam, but, I wanted pie. We had went out to eat, but after Dean got the wrong thing, I decided I didn't want to eat. I walked to the store, walking to the pie isle. Or, the isle with the pie in it. I grabbed some pie and looked around for things Sam would want when I got back. I grabbed some chips and fruit, and another pie all for Dean because neither of us actually liked sharing. I heard wings behind me and smirked, turning to see Cass.

"Ah, hello. Been wondering where you were. Actually, no I haven't. What I have been wondering about is what the hell happened in the hospital." I rambled. He just stared at me and I rolled my eyes.

"Are you planning on eating all that by your self?" he asked and I laughed, looking down to the twelve pack of beer, two pies, and party sized bag of chips I was holding.

"No, but I probably could," I said. Silence fell and I looked back to him. He walked forward and nerves started getting to me. "Uh, S-so you didn't answer my question." I stuttered. He didn't stop and instead, took the damn food out of my hands. I rolled my eyes.

"I'll pay." he said, disappearing for a second before coming back. He handed it back to me and I stared at him.

"O-okay then..." I trailed off and turned to the doors. He was standing right there and, because I was walking before I comprehended that there was even someone standing there, ran smack into him. Luckily I was short so I basically hit his chest, which is strange. "Will I ever be able to get back to Sam to stop his ass from seeing Lilith?" I asked. Cass perked up before we were both somewhere else.

"Dean, let him go." he said and I realized we were in Chucks house. I groaned.

"I just wanted some pie." I groaned.

"This man is to be protected." Cass said and I stared at him.

"Why?" both me and Dean said at the same time.

"He's a prophet of the lord."

"You... You're Castiel... Aren't you?" Chuck asked. No shit Sherlock.

"It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I... admire your work." he said.

"Fangirl alert." I mumbled.

"Woah, woah, what? This guy, a prophet? Come on, he's- he's... He's practically a penthouse forum writer! Did you know about this?" Dean asked.

"Why'd you bring me?" I asked Castiel in a whisper, like a five year old that wants their mom to let them have ice cream.

"I, uh, I might have dreamt about it." Chuck said and Cass gave me a stern look, to which I returned a defensive gesture.

"And you didn't tell us?!" Dean asked.

"It was too preposterous. Not to mention arrogant. I mean, writing yourself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M. Night level douchiness." Chuck explained while me and Cass were having an intense stare down. I won when Cass looked down at the book in his hands.

"This is the guy who decides our fate?" Dean asked.

"He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouthpiece- A conduit for the inspired word." Cass said, not looking at Dean, but still at the book. I started reading as much as I could while he turned the pages, but still listened.

"The word? The word of God?" Dean asked.

"No shit, Sherlock." I said, still staring at the book.

"What, like the new, new testament?" Dean asked and I looked up and to Chuck, before back to Dean, then Cass.

"One day, these books- They'll be known as the Winchester gospel."

"You got to be kidding me." Dean and Chuck said in unison. I giggled before recomposing myself.

"What? It was funny." I said.

"I am not... kidding you." Cass said, finally putting the book down.

"If you three would please excuse me one minute" Chuck said, quickly walking upstairs.

"Him? Really?" Dean asked.

"You should've seen Luke." he said and it took a second for it to click in my head that Luke was in the bible.

"Why'd he get tapped?" Dean asked and stared at them both. I was listening, but wasn't really paying attention.

"I don't know how prophets are chosen. The order comes from high up on the celestial chain of command."

"How high?"

"Very."

"Well, whatever. How do we get around this?" Dean said. Everything started to become slightly hazy, but I could still see them, mostly, and hear them.

"Around what?" Cass asked.

"The Sam-Lilith love connection. How do we stop it from happening?" Dean asked.

"What the prophet has written can't be unwritten. As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass." Cass said. The haziness grew and I collapsed, everything went white and then I saw it. I saw what Chuck had wrote about. Sam and a blonde girl, Lilith. All I saw was Sam walking toward her before everything went back to normal.

"We need to go. We need to go now." I said to Dean. He helped me up and I picked up my food, not even realizing that Cass had left before running out the door and into the impala. A massive migraine grew in my head.

"You can stay here." Dean offered.

"No. Sammy." I groaned. He started the car before driving off. We got to the hotel and I could barely see. My eyesight was blurry and I could only see the red and yellow lights of the motel. Dean made me get back in the car and I did as instructed, I couldn't see, if Lilith appeared I wouldn't be able to do anything but die, which is not what we had in mind. My eyesight cleared up slightly, to where it was only a bit hazy, and Dean was taking a while so I got out of the car. I saw Cass and Dean standing outside and I squinted to see them better. I strained my ears to hear them better.

"I'm sorry." I heard Cass.

"Screw you," Dean said. I tried to get closer and I saw Dean look at me as I stared at him in confusion. Where's Sam? "You and your mission. Your God. If you don't help me now, then when the time comes and you need me, or even Henry... Don't bother knocking." he said and started walking to me. I walked up to him.

"Dean!" Cass yelled and he stopped, turning to him. I stopped for a second.

"What?!" Dean yelled and Cass turned to us. I walked the rest of the way to Dean.

"You must understand why I can't intercede. Prophets are very special. They're protected." Cass explained.

"I get that!" Dean yelled. I knew Cass had some weird idea. I kept silent.

"If anything threatens a prophet, anything at all, an archangel will appear to destroy that threat. Archangels are fierce. They're absolute. They're heaven's most terrifying weapon." Cass said and I smirked.

"So these archangels, they're tied to prophets?" Dean asked.

"Yes." Cass answered.

"So if a prophet was in the same room as a demon-" Dean walked toward Cass, me following.

"Then the most fearsome wrath of heaven would rain down on that demon," Cass said and a grin grew on my face. "Just so you understand... Why I can't help." he said and looked away for a second.

"Thanks Cass." Dean said.

"Good luck." he said. Dean turned around and before I followed him I hugged Cass. He seemed to stiffen at my contact before wrapping his arms around me.

"You're awesome." I said and ran over to the impala, hearing Cass fly away.

"So I guess you can see now?" Dean asked once the car started up.

"It's still a little blurry, but I can see most things, like your never ending bitch face." I said and smirked. He groaned.

"The sass of you could fill an ocean." he said.

"Shut up and drive dip shit." I said and the rest of the ride was silent. We barged right into Chucks house. Well, more like Dean did, I was behind him.

"What are you doing here? I didn't write this." he said, slightly panicked.

"Hiya Chuck." I smiled kindly at him. He was strange but nice so why not be nice back.

"Come on. I need you to come with us." Dean said, pulling him up.

"What? Where?" he asked.

"The motel where Sam is." Dean said.

"That's where Lilith is." Chuck said, fear and confusion in his voice.

"Yeah, exactly. I need you to stop her." Dean said and I rolled my eyes.

"Are you insane? Lilith? I know what she's capable of, Dean. I wrote her." Chuck said, pulling out of Deans grip.

"Chuck, please. You'll be safe, you'll see when we get there." I tried to comfort him. I mean, it's strange when characters of your book come barging in when you wrote them in, so this must be extra strange.

"You have an archangel tethered to you, okay? All you have to do is show up, and boom, Lilith gets smoked." Dean continued.

"But I-I-I-I-I haven't seen that yet. T-The story-"

"Chuck, you're the only shot that we got left." Dean begged.

"But... I'm just a writer." He said and I groaned.

"This isn't a story anymore, man. This is real! And you're in it! Now I need you to get off your ass and fight." Chuck started walking forward, passing both me and Dean.

"Come on, Chuck." I said softer that Dean had been yelling. He turned back to us.

"No friggin' way." he said. Me and Dean exchanged glances.

"Okay, well, then, how about this. We've got guns in our pockets, and if you don't come with us, we'll blow your brains out." Dean said and I nodded.

"I thought you said I was protected by an archangel." Chuck smirked.

"Interesting exercise," I said and they both looked at me. "Who's faster."

That got him to come with us. Once in the car I started getting more visions.

"Faster, it's happening." I said.

"How do you know this? What happened earlier?" Dean asked, but pressed harder on the gas pedal.

"Not important right now. What is important is that we save Sam." I groaned, my head hurting as images of Sam and Lilith flashed through my mind. We got there and as I started to get out, Dean pushed me back in the seat.

"You're staying here, we'll be right back." he said.

"I'm fine, I swear," I lied. My head was aching so bad it felt like it was going to explode, and my vision had blurred again so all I could see were dots. Although, I could still tell Dean had a stern look, which meant he wasn't letting me go anywhere. Chuck got out and I relaxed as much as I could as they barged into the room. "Cass... Why does this happen?" I whispered, as if he could hear.

"You have a blood bond with your brothers, so you know what's going to happen to them before it happens, only if it's negative." I heard Cass, making me jump slightly. I didn't even try to look at him because I knew I wouldn't be able to really see him.

"What about you? I saw you getting beat to hell by Uriel?" I asked. I felt his hand on my forehead before everything cleared. My head stopped hurting and my eyesight went back to normal. I smiled at Cass before hearing something. I turned back to the room, my eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. It was shaking. I turned back to Cass but he was gone. "You have got to be shitting me." I said and got out of the car. There was a bright light and I had the urge to look away, or shut my eyes, but all I did was back up. That must be the archangel. I saw black smoke come from the back of the motel and sighed.

~

There was a boy, he was on a sort of torture table. He had blonde hair and wore the same kind of clothes as Sam and Dean. He was begging, screaming, shouting. He was terrorized by something. Everything flashed white.

"Dean?" I asked, I realized I was in the back seat of the Impala, not the place I'd recently been, though it was terrifying.

"Yeah?" he asked, turning to me.

"Nothing." I answered, staring at the roof of the Impala.

~

A/N OOOOOHHHH ADAM YELLOW! Anyways, I think I have like no friends anymore, which is sad. I'm also moving in like less than two months, which is also sad.

Also, this is four thousand words, yay. I've been working on it for a while actually, revising a LOT.

QOTD: What was your first thoughts on Adam, like actual Adam, not fake Adam.

I thought he was rude. Both of them actually. But he was cute.

Thank you for reading.

Hope you liked it.

Goodbye for now my lovelies.

~Mythicality