In between jobs, the boys and I would sometimes get a day--sometimes a week, if we were lucky. We'd pass the time lining our pockets. Sam used to insist on honest work, but now he hustles pool, like Dean and I. We could go anywhere and do anything. We drove a thousand miles for an Ozzy show; two days for a Jayhawks game. And when it was clear, we'd park the impala in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars... For hours... Without saying a word. We didn't need to. It never occurred to us that, sure, maybe we never really had a roof and four walls, but we were never, in fact, homeless.

After everything, Dean went back to the impala while Cass, Bobby, and I spoke about everything that was going on. Dean and I were hard-headed sometimes, and I knew it, Bobby knew it. If I could stop what was going to happen, I would give everything I had to do it. We finally went to find Dean to see him shutting the trunk of the impala and moving to the driver's seat.

"You goin' someplace?" Bobby asked as we approached him. Dean looked back at us, his eyes lingering on me and Cass before he looked back down to the driver's side door, "You're goin' to do somethin' stupid. You got that look."

"I'm gonna go talk to Sam," Dean finally responded, turning to face us.

"Dean," I pleaded.

"You just don't give up," Bobby replied.

"It's Sam!" Dean exclaimed in almost a growl. I looked between the three men before stepping forward.

"Then I'm coming with you," I said, moving to his side and turning to face the other two.

"If you couldn't reach him here, you're certainly not going to be able to on the battlefield," Cass spoke, looking at me with begging eyes.

"Well, if we've already lost, I guess we got nothing to lose, right?" Dean said, wrapping a brotherly arm loosely around my shoulders

"I just want you both to understand--the only thing that you're going to see out there is Michael killing your brother," the words stung my heart. He wanted so badly to keep us as safe as possible during this situation, but I couldn't leave my brother in the hands of the Devil and an Archangel. And I couldn't let Dean go without me.

"Well, then, we aren't gonna let him die alone," I finally spoke after a minute. Dean let go of me to get in the impala while I hugged Bobby then Cass. I lingered on Cass for a minute, pressing my lips gently to his stubbled cheek, "I'm sorry. I have to do this."

"I know," he whispered back, placing his hands firmly on my waist as he looked me in the eyes, "I just don't want you to."

My heart shattered in pieces as we left the rest of our family in the dust to get to Sam. Dean told me Chuck had told him it was taking place at high noon in a cemetery in Lawrence Kansas, and we were soon on our way.

~

We arrived in Lawrence early in the morning the next day and made camp in the impala in the cemetery while awaiting the others. We decided if we were to go out, it would be with a bang. When the angels finally did arrive, we searched through all the old tapes Dean had gotten from Dad years ago before finding the perfect one to play for this moment. Rock of Ages by Def Leppard. Dean started the car as I put the tape in, turning the volume on full blast. We drove down to the two angels as the song played before rolling to a stop and getting out of the car.

"Hey, fella's," I said as I leaned on the car a bit, Dean doing the same on the opposite side.

"Sorry, are we interrupting something?"

Finally, we got fully out of the car, closing the door. I pointed at Lucifer, who was wearing my brother's face.

"Hey, we need to talk to you!" I exclaimed. He and Adam, who was now the face of Michael, looked towards each other. Lucifer smiled, but it wasn't sincere. It was the same smile you give your teacher or parent when they say something disapproving of you.

"Dean, Rhett. Even for you two, this is a whole new mountain of stupid," he eyed us both, most likely wondering about what the best way to kill us would be.

"We're not talking to you. We're talking to Sam," Lucifer raised his brows in amusement at Dean's words.

"You're no longer the vessel, Dean. And you're of no use to either side without the correct training, Henrietta. Neither of you got any right to be here," Michael spoke to us. I looked to Dean, who turned his gaze to our less-known blood.

"Adam, if you're in there somewhere, I am so sorry."

"Adam isn't home right now."

"Well, then you're next on my list, buttercup. But right now, we need five minutes with him," Dean said, nodding towards Sam.

"You little maggots. You are no longer a part of this story!" Michael shouted at us, no doubt planning on exploding us right then and there.

"Hey, ass-butt!" I heard, and we all turned to see the face of the voice, though we already knew. There stood none other than Castiel and Bobby. Cass was holding up a lit Molotov. As soon as Michael turned to face him, he tossed it at him. It hit the Archangel in the chest, exploding into flames as he screeched in pain. The flames erupted all around him, leaving nothing in his place. Did he just kill him? No, it had to take more than just that. Dean and I had backed up against the impala as the attack took place, eyes wide in shock.

"Ass-butt?" I questioned once Michael was gone, looking at my soul-mate, who simply shrugged.

"He'll be back--and upset--but you got your five minutes," Cass spoke in between breaths.

"Castiel," Lucifer drew our attention to him, "Did you just Molotov my brother with holy fire?" Lucifer asked in such an ominous way even Cass became nervous.

"Uh... No," he lied through his teeth, though it was more of a question.

"No one dicks with Michael, but me," Lucifer said, similar to actual siblings when their sibling gets bullied or whatnot. He then lifted his hand and snapped. My eyes widened as I watched my soul mate explode into a million little bloody pieces, blood splattering on Bobby, who was standing behind him.

Pain ripped through my body like it had been me who exploded, only I was still living and still in one piece. I let out an ear-piercing scream as I collapsed like a ragdoll to the ground, tears pricking my eyes in pain and sadness. The fiery torment that enraged my skin and every part of my body only lasted about a minute, but it felt like an eternity as I lay in pain and watched as the Devil marched towards my brother, proclaiming his hate for him.

Finally, the pain died down enough for me to lift myself from the ground, just in time to watch Bobby Singer shoot a hand pistol at the devil.

"Bobby, no," I whispered, though it was too late. Lucifer turned, lifted his hand, and swiftly snapped my only other parental figure's neck without so much as a second thought. I screamed as I heard Dean shout, though he was on top of the impala, where Lucifer had recently thrown him. I made my way to Bobby as Lucifer continued to beat the absolute crap out of Dean. He was definitely dead. Those were two people I'd just lost to the asshole.

I raised to my feet, anger boiling up inside me, but when I saw Dean, I realized I couldn't let my anger through. He was forgiving Sam.

"Sam, I know you're in there!" I joined in while Dean couldn't speak because his face was getting bashed into the impala, "You're stronger than him. You can beat him!" I shouted. Lucifer turned to me.

"Poor little Rhett. Always wanting her brothers by her side," he said, smirked, and flicked his hand up. Before I had time to comprehend what he was doing, my feet were off the ground and I was hurtling back at unrecognizable speeds before a pain crackled through my lower back and everything went dark.

By the time I came to, I looked up to see my little brother and Adam/Michael jumping into a hole in the ground, which I'd guessed were created by the rings. A proud smile covered my cheeks as my vision blurred, but I knew the outcome. We'd won the war.

Just as I let my eyes drift close, a bright light overlayed the cemetery for a split second before vanishing. I wanted to go to sleep, but I had to get up. I had to get to Dean.

I breathed slowly as I gathered my strength, trying to will myself to get up. When I eventually collapsed back onto my face, I tried a different tactic.

"Dean!" My voice was dry and croaky like I needed a drink of water. Soon enough, he was by my side and helping me stand. My entire body was aching, and I realized I had hit the top of a tree and fallen all the way to the bottom when Lucifer threw me. There were scratches and scrapes all over my arms and face and my clothes were in tatters. I was bleeding from almost every inch of my body, but Dean didn't look too hot either. His eye was swollen shut and his nose, mouth, and both eyebrows were bleeding. Dean helped me limp back to the impala before we both collapsed to the ground right beside it, where a hole had previously been in the ground, "He's really gone," I whispered, placing a hand on the soft grass.

"He's really gone... They all are..." Suddenly the memories of Cass and Bobby's gruesome deaths returned to me and tears pricked my eyes as I wrapped my arms around Dean. I had just found Cass, I couldn't lose him already. And Bobby had always treated all of us like his own. It was like losing dad all over again, only... It was almost worse.

"What are we going to do?" I whispered, but Dean didn't have enough time to answer before we heard footsteps approaching us.

We turned, expecting to be met with another problem or our inevitable doom, but I was not prepared to be faced with my angel-of-the-lord-soul-mate Castiel.

"Cass?" Dean asked as I stared in silence, looking him over before suddenly finding the energy to move. I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him, holding him as if I would never let him go again.

"You're alive!" I cried. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt his face nuzzle into me.

"I'm better than that," he said and I pulled away from him, just to watch him place two fingers on both mine and Dean's foreheads. Immediately, all my aching and stinging went away. I looked at Dean to see that all the blood was gone from his face and it was pretty much back to normal.

"Cass, you didn't fix him right, he's still ugly," I joked, finding enough joy to do that. Dean rolled his eyes at me as he stood, looking at Cass again.

"Cass, are you God?" he asked, to which my eyes widened as I looked at Cass in anticipation of the answer.

"That's a nice compliment. But no," Cass responded, "Although, I do believe he brought me back," he turned around, walking toward Bobby as he continued, "New and improved."

When he got to Bobby's body, he bent down beside him. I made my way closer to them to see what was happening when I saw Cass place two fingers on Bobby's forehead and watched as Bobby gasped back into life.

"Bobby!" I shouted, running the rest of the way to them as he stiffly sat up. I refrained from tackling him, as he was probably sore, but I quickly knelt down and hugged him, receiving a hug back in return.

~

We were driving down the highway in the impala, Dean and I in the front and Cass in the back. I wanted to know the answers to so much, but I didn't know how to word anything. That's why I was thankful I had my brother.

"What are you gonna do now?" Dean asked Cass and I turned back to look at him, wanting to know the answer as well.

"Return to heaven, I suppose," Cass responded and all my hopes flew out the window.

"Heaven?" I asked. I knew it was selfish, but I was never not selfish when it came to things or people I liked, and I wanted him to stay here with us. I needed him with me.

"With Michael in the cage, I'm sure it's total anarchy up there," Cass responded, looking at me like he wanted to add something else, but Dean spoke before he could.

"So, what? You're the new Sheriff in town?" Dean asked, and a small smile crossed Cass's face. It was so adorable because only one side of his mouth lifted.

"I like that. Yeah. I suppose I am," he said. I smiled sadly at him.

"Well, I'm happy for you, Cass," I said, turning back around in my seat to look out of my window. I just got him, then I lost him, then I got him back, and now I was losing him again. I hated this.

"Well, I'm not!" Dean exclaimed, causing my eyes to widen as I looked at him, "God gives you a brand-new, shiny set of wings, and suddenly you're his bitch again."

"I don't know what God wants. I don't know if he'll even return. It just... Seems like the right thing to do."

"Well, if you do see him, you tell him I'm coming for him next," I looked at Dean in shock. Yeah, I was angry about losing Sam and I'd do anything to bring him back, but we could've lost more. We did lose more, and then we got it back.

"You're angry," Cass observed.

"That's an understatement."

"He helped," Dean scoffed at Cass, "Maybe even more than we realize."

"That's easy for you to say. He brought you back. But what about Sam? What about me, huh? What about Henry? Where's our grand prize?" Don't bring me into this--please don't bring me into this, "All we got is our brother in the hole!"

"You got what you asked for, Dean," thank you for not bringing me into this, Cass, "No paradise. No Hell. Just more of the same. I mean it, Dean. What would you rather have? Peace or freedom?"

After a moment, I blinked and realized my surroundings had changed. I looked around. I was in an all-white room, and behind me stood Cass.

"Oh, hey!" I said and smiled awkwardly at him, "Where are we at?"

"You are in Heaven," he replied. My eyes widened as my eyebrows raised.

"Wow," I looked around once again, "This is Heaven?" It was so bland.

"Yes... I wanted to speak with you about something," he said, looking down at his feet. He seemed... Nervous?

"Sure, yeah, whatever you need, Cass. What's up?" Wow, whatever you need sounds needy. Cass looked up at me.

"Don't forget I can read your thoughts," I heard in my head as he smiled and my cheeks flushed hot.

"So, what's this thing you want to talk with me about?" I asked, looking away from him just for him to take another couple of steps towards me to block my vision of anywhere else.

"I want you to stay here with me."

~

"So I'll visit every weekend to see you, Lisa, and Ben, okay?" I asked Dean. He, Bobby, and I were standing in a circle right by the impala, "And every other week, I'll come to check on you Bobby, that sound good?" I felt so horrible for leaving them both for Heaven, but I wanted them to know I was still going to be around, "And if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call," I told them both, then looked at Dean, "I don't have to go-"

"Henry," Dean said, a sad smile on his face.

"Yes, Dean?" I asked and he chuckled.

"Go and live your life with the angel. You won't have to worry about me," he said and I shook my head.

"I'm visiting and you can't stop me. I want to see my nephew," I smirked at him.

"He's not mine!"

"That's what you think!" I grinned. We all let out a good laugh, but I knew this was hard. Goodbyes were hard, especially when you were used to spending every day with someone like I was with Dean. I'd still miss them both.

By the next day, I was in Heaven with Cass, where I was to stay indefinitely, other than the days I'd go to visit Dean or Bobby.

I stood hand in hand with him in the same white room as before, reaching up and pressing my lips to his for a soft, yet passionate kiss. Sparks flew between us as I smiled into the kiss and he let go of my hands just to rest them on my waist. I pulled away, my nose still brushing against his.

"I love you, Henrietta," he whispered. My eyes almost widened, but I couldn't deny, I'd been wanting to say the same thing.

"I love you too, Castiel."

~

The End (Of Book One😈).