"Hand me the coffee, will you?" I grumbled, pulling the canteen out of his hand from the backseat. The last 15 minutes had been a haze of drunk memories and caffeinated drinks. That's the beauty of Cas' instant hangover. Dean exhaled a long breath as we parked outside Lance's house, all of the impala's lights shut off.

Sam was busy peering out the window, gazing at the clean cut second story wall of a traditional, picket fence house. "It's quiet," Cas paused, "too quiet,"

I nodded to myself, taking a look out the window. I had my lips pursed, cocking an eyebrow. "Yeah but it's night so- hey, look," I hurriedly said, pointing at a strange, white flying sheet slither under the windowsill. Sam groaned, opening the car door. "Let's go,"

Dean carried a ragtag, home made flamethrower to the front door. I looked down at my hand, proud of my 15 minute invention. While I was busy keeping the bile down my throat, I set my hands to work on a flammable knife. It was a knife about the size of a forearm, and I coated it in a thin, dry on flammable glue, then dabbed it in gasoline. At the hilt, is a duct taped lighter, the thumb flick, silver coated, smoker one. "What are you gonna do, lightsaber this mofo?"Dean asked, just as Sam was busy picking the lock. I sighed, leaning against the door frame. "If you don't dragon breathe it first," I shot back, earning a rolled eyes from Cas. "Now's not the time for this you too, you've already caused enough trouble," he grumbled, stepping through the doorway just as Sam clicked it open.

"What's shoved up his ass?" Dean mumbled, nudging my hip. I didn't answer, watching Cas's ominous figure make its way around the house. The boys and I quickly followed, careful not to step on the creaky, loose floorboards. "Where the hell are these stairs?" Dean grumbled, as we entered the kitchen. We were slowly making our away around, just as a shatter broke from above.

"Lance!" I shouted, barreling ahead from the rest of them. "Mahogany!" I heard Sam's distant voice, under me. Somehow, I had appeared, no zapped, to the second story, right down the dark hall of the thumps. Had I finally gotten all my powers back? Conquered the ability to fly? I pushed the thought away, jogging towards a closed door. My eyes darted towards a mirror I had passed, but I ignored the looming shadow following me from behind. "Just my wings," I whispered sarcastically.

My hands went for the doorknob, but I met a hard turn. "Crap," I mumbled, raising my leg and kicking down the door. Muffled screams came from in front of me, and a pajama clad Lance lay struggling, a strange figure wrapped around his face.

But instead of the white flying sheet we had scene earlier, it was as if a terrible movie was being projected onto the cloth. A wrap around projection of explosions and screaming men moved. And worse, there was volume. I recognized Lance in uniform, trying to stop his friend from bleeding to death through the neck.

Oh my god.

This thing, not only fed off fear, but played its fear out. I shuddered in disgust, lighting my knife. I grinned it's strange texturizing skin, trying to pull it off of Lance so I won't accidentally cut him. It fought back, and pushed me away.

"Mahogany?" I heard distantly, and realized it was Cas. I barely had a second to process what was happening. In the split moment that my brain flicked to a thought of Castiel, the Ittan-momen latched onto my face, engulfing me inside my own nightmare.

******3rd POV******

"Mahogany!" Sam screamed, blinking in shock at Maggie's disappearance. "Great, now we've got two flying dicks?" Dean complains, shooting a look at Cas. "No offense,"

Castiel sighed, "you two will have to find your own way up, I can get to her," he said, about to leave. "Oh hell no, we're all sticking together, Capisce?" Dean pointed at Sam and Castiel. "Then let's go," Sam said, already leaving the room.

After 5 minutes, they found the staircase in the back of the house. "Hurry," Cas shouted, racing up the steps. "Mahogany?" He questioned, nearing a broken down door. "Shit," Dean cursed, nearing the doorway to see the Ittan-momen displaying Lances fear, to then leap onto Maggie's pretty little head.

It was blank at first, her hands struggling in anger, but she soon began to shake and whimper in terror, her very own fear being displayed to the boys. They were shocked; shocked at Maggie's fear.

Shocked to see their very own Castiel projected onto the cloth.

******MAGGIES POV******

Darkness.

Just darkness.

"Hello?" I called out, wringing my hands. "Maggie!" I heard behind me. I spun on my barefoot heels, covering my arms in a shiver. I was wearing a white pajama gown, which was completely unlike me. "Cas?" I questioned, seeing him under a day of light. It was like a street lamp, and everything else was completely ebony. "I've been looking for you," he said to me, and I rushed forward. "Wha-what happened? All I remember is lance and-"

"You screwed up," Castiel interrupted, shoulders hunched down. I was taken aback, furrowing my brow. "I'm sorry?" I asked incredulously. He chuckled, a dark hollow memory of hope. "You." He looked up with a crooked smile, "screwed." He straightened his shoulders, "up. Cause, you're a screw up," he beamed. I took a shaky step back, "the family embarrassment. Not only are you a freak, you didn't even do anything with your powers. Luke, went on an adventure, lucifer and all that big boy stuff," he jabbed a finger in my direction, "you got yourself kidnapped!"

I felt a strange tear inside me, my lip trembling. "Cas I-"

"Castiel this, Cas that," he hissed. "Well I'm tired of being you and the Winchesters little bitch!" He screamed, stepping forward. My entire body shook at the angel in front of me. "I should've gone with my first instinct, and you know what that was?" He growled, grabbing my arm. I felt hot tears roll down my cheek, the salty taste stinging my tongue. "To kill you!" He whispered, stroking my face. My body recoiled, cringing at the touch. "You're hurting me," I whimpered, weakly clawing at his firm grip. His nails dug into my skin. "Good you filthy abomination!" He screamed, and then it was all gone.

******3rd pov******

"check lance!" Dean pointed at the unconscious boy, to which Sam rushed over to. "She's scared, of me?" He said, hurt in his voice. "We need to burn this thing," Sam said, coming back. "We can't, it's still attached to Maggie," Dean murmured, restraining the struggling girl. Sam narrowed his eyes at what he was watching, "oh my god, Cas," he muttered, turning in horror at the Angel. Castiel looked pained, gazing up at Sam. "I never did any of that to her, I think it's amplifying her fear," he explained desperately, eyebrows turned up. "But we need to hurry," Dean said, looking at his friends.

"You just picked up a knife, Cas,"

******MAGGIES POV******

"Please just let me go, I thought-" I sobbed, pulling at my restraints. The cold metal shocked my skin into chills. I had appeared here, in shorts and a sports bra, chained with a bloody Castiel beside me. "Thought we were friends?" He asked with a hostile tone, "we are, Maggie! Aren't we having a fun time playing cut the bitch?" He sadistically laughed. I bit my chapped lip, letting the tears roll. "I just- I don't- agh!" I cried out, when another slice was being cut into my abdomen. "Sam!" I cried out, "Dean!"

Castiel froze at that, "yes, you and your little boy toys." He cut a long slice down my arm, my throat raw from screaming. "They're not in right now. Leave a message at the next I don't care," he shrugged, cutting my cheek. I began to loose consciousness, but he slapped me, "wake up, Maggie!"

******3rd POV******

"Wake up, Maggie!" Castiel shouted, trying to shake her shoulders. "Nothing's working," Sam groaned, stomping his feet. "Who knows how long she's been living the nightmare, but out here it's been about a minute or two, shes going to suffocate," Dean shouted, shaking Mahogany's limp figure. "Fear is like ice, it freezes you in place, right?" Sam tried, racking his brain. "So, facing your fear is like the fire!"

Dean turned to Maggie, holding her head which was wrapped in Ittan-momen. "Face your fear, Maggie," he whispered into her ear, "face it,"

******MAGGIES POV******

"Face your fear..."

I looked into the air, trying to here the whispers again. "Dean?" I murmured hopefully. "What?" Cas turned to me, stopping his organizing of knives. "What?" I replied with a straight face. "Crazy little..." He muttered under his breath, going back to psycho sorting. "Maggie, face your fear!" The whisper got louder. This time, Castiel paused on his own. "Did you here that?" He muttered, turning to me. I widened my eyes, "no, hear what?"

"Maggie it's not real!"

I recognized the voice, and pulled against my restraints. "Dean!" I called, "Dean help!" Castiel came closer to me, "stop!" He shouted, holding a knife to my throat. "Maggie, it's not real!" Dean shouted from the air.

It's not real.

Castiel sliced at my collarbone.

Fight it.

"You're an abomination!"

Stop it.

Castiel was flung across the room, disappearing from my sights. My shackles lifted, and then I was gone.

I sat relaxed on my apartment couch, as if waking up from a terrible dream. "Quite a nap you had there," my mom walked into the room, carrying a cup of coffee. I confusedly took it, watching her with shocked brown eyes. "I was-"

"You're almost there, my little Maggie. And before you go, there's a visitor for you," my mom got up, and walked away. "Mom!"

I was left in complete confusion, clutching a scalding hot mug reading #1mom. "You grew up," a young man said from beside me. I jumped back startled, almost spilling my drink. "Who are you?" I asked in shaky voice, setting down my drink. I took notice that all my wounds were gone, running my hands over my arms. "It's me," the sandy haired, light eyed boy said. "Who the hell is me," I said, regaining my spunk. "I'm commonly known as Adam," he explained, but shook his head. "Mostly Michael,"

Everything inside me tensed up, taking a ragged breath. "Dad?"

"I've got a simple message for you Mahogany. When it happens, and it will. Stop it, and let me out," he said, face completely serious. "What?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to understand. He put a hand on my shoulder, "let me out," he got up, opening my front door. He glanced over his shoulder, "tell the Winchesters I say hi,"

*******

My lungs filled with one million knives, air filling my chest. I hyperventilated, trying to stop the dizzy spell covering my eyesight. "Light it Sam!" I heard Cas shout, before a blinding light filled the room. As quickly as it started, it stopped. The Ittan-momen which had been nesting on my face, fizzled into a little pile of ash. Sam raised me to my feet, seemingly giving me a once over. When I passed as acceptable, he pushed me into his chest, engulfing me in a hug. The full shock of my ordeal went through me, until I was full on sobbing, clutching to Sam like a lifeline.

*

"So, it was all a dream?" I asked, once we were back at the motel. Cas had done some instant amnesia on poor lance, leaving the place impeccable. He still won't talk to me, probably distraught over my fear. Which so happened to be him. "One big nightmare," Dean grunted, packing our bags. I scoffed, picking my stuff up. "Not exactly," I added, slinging my duffel over my shoulder. I fixed my burgundy dress, pursing my lips. "Something reached out to me, gave me a message," I explained, shuffling my feet. "What?" Sam asked, furrowing his brow.

"Michael says hi,"

A/N

Sooooo intense. Well, surprise, next few chapters will be an interesting Christmas special. Stay tuned. Now, opinion on last question. I would've thought Sam would sing heat of the moment to piss Dean off, Dean to sing highway to hell, and Cas carry on my wayward son cuz it's the only song he knows lol. So, today's question, having to actually do with upcoming Chappie, not this one. Out of the four of them, who would:

Buy the tree?

Buy the decorations?

Buy the food/beverages?

Actually be in charge of setting everything up?

Pls comment and vote!

-:)