So, as it had turned out, while I was incapacitated, Dean ran away to God-knows-where. We found his place (pretty easily, might I add) and showed up for an unexpected visit. Sam and I were to go in first, and Cass was to come in afterwards to zap us all out of there. When we got in, there were boxes everywhere to be sent to different people.

"Sending someone a candy-gram?" Sam started to get Dean's attention.

"How'd you find me?"

"You're gonna kill yourself, right?" Sam asked. I stood right next to my taller younger brother, keeping my arms crossed, "It's not too hard to figure out the stops on the farewell tour. How's Lisa doing, anyways?"

"I'm not gonna kill myself," Dean argued, shaking his head.

"Like Hell, you're not gonna kill yourself. You're planning on saying yes to Michael, which in turn, is going to end up killing everyone you love and then yourself," I snapped and he looked at me, taken aback.

"What the Hell, man? This is how it ends? You just... Walk out?" Sam asked and Dean sighed, pouring himself a glass of some kind of alcohol, "How could you do that?" Sam asked with so much venom in the words.

"How could I?" Dean questioned, "All you've ever done is run away!"

"And I was wrong every single time I did," Sam said and sighed, "Even then, how could you do that to Rhett... To Bobby?"

Dean looked at me before looking down at his drink, causing me to look down at the floor. Wow...

"Just... Please... Not now. Bobby is working on something," Sam begged.

"Oh, really? What?" Dean asked, walking around the room, "You got nothing and you know it."

"Dean, we've come so far without any of us giving in. You, Sam, me. So far, we haven't been losing," I tried.

"But we haven't been winning either, Henry. I have to do this."

"We have to stop you."

"You can try, but just remember, Sam's not all hopped up on Demon blood and you don't know what you're capable of," Dean challenged.

"We know."

"But we brought help," Sam added just as Cass appeared with a flap of his wings. Dean turned around and Cass put two fingers to his forehead, zapping us all to Bobby's.

When we got to Bobby's, we all started discussing a plan that didn't involve Dean turning himself over to Michael.

"Yeah, no, this is good, really. Eight months of turned pages and screwed pooches, but tonight-tonight's when the magic happens," Dean said sarcastically.

"You ain't helping," Bobby grumbled, turning pages in his book.

"Yeah, well, why don't you let me get out of your hair, then?" Dean asked, wanting to leave to go say yes, no doubt. Bobby looked up with so much offense on his face.

"What the Hell happened to you?" he questioned angrily.

"Reality happened. Nuclear's the only option we have left. Michael can ice the Devil, save a boatload of people," Dean replied, but none of us believed that was our only option.

"But not all of them. We gotta think of something else," Bobby argued.

"Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say, but if Lucifer burns this mother down and I could have done something about it, guess what-that's on me," Dean exclaimed.

"You can't give up, son," Bobby said, causing Dean to scoff a laugh, look down, and shake his head before responding.

"You're not my father. And you ain't in my shoes."

At those simple sentences, it was like something in Bobby snapped. I looked at Dean, in disbelief that he really just said that to the only man who ever raised us like normal kids, then looked back at Bobby. He pulled away from the desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pistol, laying it on the desk. Then, he pulled out a single bullet from his chest pocket, staring at it for a minute.

"What is that?" Dean questioned and I felt my breathing pause for a minute.

"That's the round I mean to put through my skull," Bobby set the bullet right next to the gun, "Every morning, I look at it, and I think... Maybe today's the day I flip the lights out," Bobby then looked at Dean, "But I don't do it. I never do it. You know why? Because I promised you I wouldn't give up!" he shouted, causing me to jump before the entire room went silent.

As if on cue, a pain shot through my head and I looked over to see Cass grabbing at his head in pain just as I'd gone to do.

"Guys, you okay?" Sam asked us.

"No," Cass answered as the pain receded from both of our heads. I gently touched his arm, wondering if he saw something.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly.

"Something's happening," he responded, seeming totally out of it.

"Where?" Dean asked. Cass looked at him, then me, and then he was gone without a word.

As soon as he was gone, an image flashed through my mind. Adam.

~

It had been a while since he'd left and the boys were in the kitchen while I was sitting with Bobby, trying to think of something to say, but I couldn't get my mind off the bullet. In an instance, wind swept over the room, knocking papers off of Bobby's desk as Cass returned with a body thrown over his shoulder.

"Help," he said simply, throwing the body down on the couch as I stood up and got a good look at it. It was... Adam.

"Who is it?" Bobby asked.

"Our brother," I replied.

"Wait a minute. Your brother? Adam?" Bobby questioned, looking at the three of us.

"Cass, what the Hell?" Dean asked as Cass put two angel blades down on Bobby's desk.

"Angels," was all he said.

"Angels? Why?" Cass shook his head at Sam's question.

"I know one thing for sure. We need to hide him now," Cass said, walking back to the unconscious body and pressing his hand to his ribs. Adam woke up, groaning in pain as Cass' hand glowed a bright yellow. As soon as he was done, Adam shot up and looked around worriedly and panting.

"Where am I?"

"It's okay," I tried to soothe him, "Relax, you're safe."

"Who the Hell are you?" he asked, looking at me, my brothers, and Cass.

"You're gonna find this a little-a lot crazy, but we're actually you're brothers, she's your sister," Dean explained.

"It's the truth," Sam added as if if he didn't believe us before he definitely was going to now. Stupid idiot, I love him, "John Winchester was our father, too. See, I'm Sam-"

"Yeah, and I'm sure that's Dean, and that's Henrietta. I know who you are," he said.

"Well, Jeez, buddy, why didn't you just say that? Could've saved us time," I muttered, getting elbowed in the ribs by Dean.

"How?" Sam asked.

"They warned me about you," Adam responded.

"Who did?" Dean asked.

"The angels. Now where the Hell is Zachariah?!"

It took time, but we finally got Adam to calm down and asked him to tell us what had happened. It turned out, he was in Heaven and the angels went to him, telling him that now he was the vessel of Michael. Cass explained that since he was still John Winchester's bloodline and still related to Sam, it would still work even if it wasn't perfect, and when I faked my offense as to why I couldn't be Michael's vessel, he told me that if I tried to stuff an archangel in me, with my demonic presence and angel grace, I would explode, except in a lot more specific words than that.

We basically begged Adam to give us more time and then we put him on full house arrest. He tried to leave the house once and I zapped right in front of him, then he said all this stuff about how he had no one but his mom and he had to make his own dinners and put himself to bed and poor-pitiful-me, and I lost it.

"Making your own dinners? Putting yourself to bed? That's where you draw the line?" I questioned and he looked over at me. I was standing in the corner of the room because, quite frankly, my new brother was an asshole and the reason I was around his at all was because I needed to watch him, "Try making your own breakfast, lunch, and dinner, along with two siblings. Putting yourself to bed and your brothers, and waking yourself and them up in the morning, and occasionally, at the age of 9, killing the thing hiding under your bed before it could kill you. See, you might not have had a dad, Adam, and it might've been just you and your mom, but we never had either," and with that I turned and began walking out of Bobby's.

"Hey, where are you going?" Sam asked and I held up my hand.

"Out for some air."

Outside the air was cool and crisp and I sat on the front porch of Bobby's place, knees tucked to my chest as I breathed as steadily as I could. I couldn't tell whether I wanted to scream or cry, but I didn't allow myself to do either. I heard the flutter of wings and didn't even have to look to see Cass sitting beside me. I sighed as he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"It's stupid, I shouldn't be so upset. He's just a kid, he doesn't know anything," I mumbled, guessing either he had witnessed everything or Sam told him, either way, he knew.

"You have every right to be upset. All you did in there was tell the truth. You have a right to be unhappy," he assured me as I felt a tear slip down my cheek. He slowly turned my face to look at him, cupping my cheek and wiping away the tear with his thumb before kissing my forehead, "You don't have to watch him anymore, Sam and Bobby got it. But we should go lock Dean up before he makes any idiotic decisions," he said, resting his forehead on mine. I nodded, my heart beating faster with every little thing he was doing right now.

We stood and went back inside, going down to the basement with Sam to see Dean walking around and looking at everything around him. Cass stared at him with such a look, I couldn't even describe it.

I think he's planning an escape. I heard in my mind and looked at him. He glanced at me before continuing his stare on Dean.

Don't be so sure just yet. I said back as me and Sam walked into the demon proof bunker.

"Well, Cass, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that... I got laid," Dean said and I shook my head, smacking his arm, "Sorry Henry," he chuckled.

"Uh, why don't you, uh, go keep an eye on Adam?" Sam asked as Cass got ready to close the door and I looked over at Dean just as he winked at him and scoffed. Cass closed the door with a swift flick of his wrist and both Sam and I looked at Dean to start this conversation off.

"Is this really necessary?" Dean asked, gesturing to the room around him.

"Dean, we already got our work cut out for us with Adam, we can't trust you just going anywhere you want," I frowned.

"I'm not letting him do it," Dean said.

"Who? Adam? Neither are we," Sam agreed, even though we all knew that's not the context Dean was talking about.

"No, you're not getting me," Dean turned around, walking towards the wall opposite to us with a bench against it.

"Oh, no, no, I "get" you perfectly. But we're not letting you do it, either," Sam argued as Dean turned back to us and sat down on the bench.

"That kid's not taking a bullet for me."

"Dean-" I tried.

"I'm serious. I mean, think about how many people we've gotten killed, guys," he said, and I felt my heart in my throat as he continued, "Mom, Dad... Jess, Jo, Ellen. Should I keep going?"

"It's not like we pulled the trigger," Sam responded.

"We might as well have," he said, and I looked down, suddenly finding my shoes incredibly interesting, "I'm tired, guys. I'm tired of fighting who I'm supposed to be."

"Who you're supposed to be," I looked up, "is Dean Winchester. Our brother. Not some Archangel's bitch... Do you think you could just... take a second and stop trying to get yourself killed for "the better" because we aren't going to let you," I said.

"Maybe we could actually stick together?" Sam added as Dean looked down and shook his head.

"I don't think so."

"Why not?" Sam questioned.

"Dean, seriously. Why can't we just be a family for once and stay together?"

"I just... I-I don't believe," Dean finally answered.

"In what?" Sam asked.

"In you two," I felt my heart drop as he looked at us so sincerely while speaking, "I mean, I don't... I don't know whether it's going to be demon blood, or a demon sister, or what, but... I do know they're going to find a way to turn you both."

"So, you're saying we're not strong enough?" I asked, softly, trying not to let my voice break.

"Henry, you've always been the weakest of us, you fall for almost any gullible thing. And you're angry all the time, and now you're Heaven and Hell's greatest weapon. And Sam, you're angry, you're self-righteous. Lucifer's gonna wear you to the Prom, man. It's just a matter of time."

"Don't say that to us," Sam said, hurt clear in his face as it probably was in mine.

"Anyone, but you..." I whispered, looking down and letting my eyes close as another tear snuck out and slipped down my cheek.

"I don't want to. But it's the truth. And when Satan takes you over, Sam, and someone, either demons or angels, get to you, Henry, there's gotta be somebody there to fight you both. And it ain't gonna be that kid," Dean chuckled sadly, "So, it's gotta be me."

"Well, that's tough," I said, hurt clear with the venom in every word, before walking to the door and opening it, leaving both my brothers in the dust as I ran upstairs, tears pooling in my eyes. I saw Cass watching over Adam, and as soon as Cass saw me, he perked up.

And I ran right past him. Adam looked up at me and straightened up as I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"You're right, we are blood, but we aren't family. And my brother is down there, willing to die for you-because if you say yes to Michael, you will die. You want to see your mother again so bad, I get it, join the club, but angels are full of crap. They don't care about you, they don't even have the ability to care for someone," as I said that, I saw Cass flinch out of the corner of my eye before he walked away and I continued on with my spiel, "So if you try to escape one more time, after I just listened to my own brother's suicide note, I will smite you. Heaven, Hell, I don't know which side will win, or where you'll go when it's all over, but I highly doubt wherever it is, you'll see your mother," I said and let go of him, tears running down my face as I turned around. Bobby looked worried as he wheeled up to me in his wheelchair and I shook my head, "I'm fine."

Just then, a shock of pain ran up my spine and I groaned, falling to the floor. Sam was up there by now and ran over to me to help me up. I grabbed at my head and shook off the pain, then looked at Sam and Bobby.

"I'm okay, I'll be right back," I said, pulling out of Sam's grip and walking in the direction I'd seen Cass leave. I got to the door of the basement and frowned as I opened it to see Dean walking around, "Why?" I whispered, wiping a few extra tears from my face.

"Henry, just let me go," he pleaded quietly. I shook my head and walked down the stairs to him, lifting my hand to knock him out before he grabbed my arm and flipped me over onto the ground, causing yet another sharp pain to go through my back, "I'm sorry," he whispered then ran up the stairs to the cellar door before I could get up again. I groaned and just laid there, staring at the ceiling.

I heard the door open up the stairs and looked up to see Sam standing there.

"Cass and Dean are both gone. If you hurry, you can catch up to Dean," I said, rolling over and standing up slowly, groaning in pain. I saw Sam nod and run from the door, probably to get his things. I groaned and stood entirely, making my way up the stairs. When I got up them, I saw that Adam was asleep. I walked over to Bobby, who looked beyond worried, but I waved it off, "I'm good."

"You don't look good, kid. Maybe you should get some rest," he argued and I chuckled.

"And leave you to look over Adam? Bobby... You're at a bit of a disadvantage here," I argued and he sighed.

"I'll figure something out, but you really do look like crap."

"Then I'll drink!" I said happily and walked over to his fridge, grabbing a beer while he sighed at me. I shrugged and popped off the cap on Bobby's counter before turning around again. My eyes widened as I set the bottle down, walking towards the study area where Adam had been sleeping just a minute prior, "Bobby..."

"What?"

"Adam's gone."

~

"Rhett, what do you mean "Adam is gone"?" Sam asked. We had called him back to Bobby's, and I was walking around, gripping at my hair and blaming myself.

"I mean, he was right there, I turn around for a drink, and poof! He vanished!"

"How?!" Sam asked, stressing just as much as me.

"I don't know!"

"What the hell, Rhett!"

"Watch your tone, boy!" Bobby yelled at Sam, "He was right in front of us and he disappeared into thin air."

"Because the angels took him," I heard a familiar voice with a familiar wing flap, and turned to see Cass holding Dean up. Dean was all bloodied up.

"What the Hell happened to him?" Sam asked as I rushed to Dean's other side, helping Cass put him on the couch even though I knew he wouldn't need my help.

"Me," Cass responded as we put Dean on the couch.

"What do you mean, the angels took Adam? You branded his ribs, didn't you?" Bobby asked as we turned around.

"Yes. Adam must have tipped them," Cass answered.

"How?"

"I don't know. Maybe in a dream."

"Well, where would they have taken him?" Sam asked, getting to the big boy questions. I looked up, knowing exactly where, and looked at Cass, who looked at me at the same time.

~

Cass and I had scoped the place out, apparently it was where they had brought me and Dean a while back, which I thought was somewhere in heaven, but this place was somewhere in California. Sam wanted to bring Dean, and quite frankly, I understood the faith he still had in him, but I didn't want to see him right now. I was still hurt by what he'd said to us, but I wasn't going to tell Cass what he had said. Cass had faith in me and Sam.

There were apparently at least five angels in there, but Cass had a plan that he refused to tell me.

"I don't want you going anywhere near the inside of this building while I'm in there, okay?" he asked while we were still alone. I frowned.

"Why, Cass? What are you going to do?" I asked, but he didn't answer.

"Do you have a pocket knife?" he asked and I nodded, pulling one out of my pocket.

"But this can't kill any angel," I said, entirely confused by what he wanted it for, but nonetheless, he snatched it from me.

"It's not supposed to," he said, stuffing it in his pocket. He then zapped the boys there and we explained what the deal is and why we were on the outside of it instead of the inside. In the middle of the conversation, Cass took his tie off from around his neck and put it around mine, "I'll clear them out, you two grab the boy, Rhett, you stay here. This is our only chance."

"Whoa, wait. You're gonna take on five angels?" Dean questioned and I frowned.

"Yes," Cass answered simply, turning to Dean.

"Isn't that suicide?" Dean asked. I didn't really like the idea either.

"Maybe it is. But then I won't have to watch you fail. I'm sorry, Dean. I don't have the same faith in you that Sam does."

"Why can't I help?" I asked, frowning as he pulled my pocket knife out of his pocket.

"Because this is going to hurt you more than it will hurt me," he said apologetically, then pushed two fingers to my forehead.

"Wait, no! What are you-" I tried to get out before everything went black.

~

I woke on the couch at Bobby's. It was dark outside as I looked around, breathing rather heavily as there was a striking pain on my chest that I tried to ignore. I couldn't find Bobby anywhere.

"Bobby?!" I called.

"Gone fishing," I heard and turned around to see the Devil himself once again.

"How many times are you going to spy on me in dreams?" I asked, knowing immediately that I was asleep if he was here.

"You're travelling with my vessel," he held his arms out in a way that said "so basically I can do whatever I want".

"He'll never say yes to you, you know that right?" I asked.

"Oh, he will," he grinned evilly, walking up to me until he was maybe a foot away from me.

"That's funny, I never took you for the naive type," I shrugged and turned away from him before he grabbed a hold of my arm, pulling me back until my back was pressed against his chest, "Let me go, Luci,"

"You don't understand, Henrietta," he whispered, just inches away from my ear.

"I understand perfectly," I struggled to get out of his grasp.

"No, you don't."

"Then explain it to me."

"All in due time," and with that, he let go, and I went stumbling into darkness. When I turned around, I wasn't even in Bobby's house anymore. Everything was black. I heard a horn, like a car, and then it was like the ground beneath me fell out and I was falling. I heard a beeping like in a hospital and looked around me as visions started appearing, flying past me just as fast as I was falling. I saw Sam and Dean and Lucifer. I saw Gabriel and Lucifer, a pattern of wings burned into a wooden floor. I saw Cass, holding up his hand to snap his fingers. I saw Bobby's cap with a hole through it and Crowley waving to the boys and I somehow knew it was a devastating goodbye. I saw all these different visions, but none of which had me in them.

And then... I hit the ground.

~

I gasped awake. I was sitting against the warehouse where the beautiful room was located. There was a sharp pain in my chest so I pulled up my shirt to look, my eyes widening. There was an angel banishing sigil carved all over my stomach and chest. I groaned and slowly stood up, stumbling my way over to the entrance of the place. Just as I got to the doors, the ground started shaking and it made it even harder for me to keep my balance. I groaned and twisted my face in concentration as I pushed past the doors. The warehouse was big with a small room in the middle, which was what I guessed was the beautiful room. The door was closed and I ran up to it, jiggling the handle wouldn't work, so I stood back and held up my hands. The door flew open and I watched as Dean shoved an angel blade straight through Zachariah's skull. I saw Sam on the floor closer to me, and Adam on the floor by Dean. I went to Sam and helped him up as Dean threw Zachariah's body on the floor and went to Adam, helping him. We ran out, but before Adam could get out the door shut,glowing white light. I could only imagine that they had called Michael and he was not happy right now.

"Dean!" I heard his muffled shouts and Dean went up to the door, trying to open it, but it was hot to the touch. I focused all my energy, lifting my hands to the door as the palms of my hands began to glow a similar color as the door. I squeezed my eyes shut as pain and power coursed through my blood. I felt blood drip from my nose as I used everything in me to try and fight the archangel and get the door open, letting out an ear piercing scream. I opened my eyes to see the door burst open and Adam looking at me with a pitiful, apologetic look, before it closed again and everything went dark once more.

I was too weak.

~

I woke up on Bobby's couch, my head in excruciating pain, and someone sitting right beside me, stroking my hair softly. I looked up through blurred vision and saw Dean sitting there in one piece.

"Hey, look at that, you're not dead," I said groggily and he chuckled halfheartedly.

"Neither are you, thank God," he said. I slowly sat up, holding my head before looking up at him. He had this look of regret on his face, "You really scared us, Henry. I've never seen you use that much power. I mean, you were fighting a freakin' archangel," he said, and I remembered what had happened, hanging my head.

"I couldn't keep it open for him," I said softly, a pain in my chest as I thought about what might've happened to Adam after that, "I'm sorry."

"No, no, no, you have nothing to be sorry about. In fact, it's me who should be apologizing right now," Dean said, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder as I looked back up at him, "Look, when you collapsed after that, I was so afraid that..." he paused, "That the last thing you would have heard from me would be me telling you I had no faith in you... And it scared me beyond anything."

"Come on, man. You know I'm stronger than that," I laughed softly before starting to cough, and shaking my head.

"But you're not, Henry. I meant what I said when you've always been the weakest of us and that you're angry all the time... But now it's just scarier with these powers-I mean, we don't even know what your capable of, and it's scary. You're my baby sister. But... I should at least have a little faith in you," he said.

"Just a little? Wow," I joked and he rolled my eyes.

"Okay, a lot. And just... I'm sorry for what I said," he said with a sigh.

"I know you are, Dean. I have the whole time," I said with a small smile, wrapping my arms around his neck in a hug. He hugged back slowly, and we stayed there for a minute before I pulled away and looked up at him, "But seriously, if you ever say anything like that again to me or Sam, I will castrate you."