Chapter 5: In the End, There Is the Truth


Tabitha woke painfully as she was dropped in a heap on a cold cement floor. Her nose was filled with the bitter tang of old blood and rotten meat. One of her arms was twisted awkwardly underneath herself, but she used it to her advantage, sliding her hand into her pocket, and blindly pushing buttons on her phone.

She could hear Calev moving around the room she was in, but he was muttering what she was certain was foul words in another language, not paying her any attention. She couldn’t see much, but from one corner of her eye, saw a rail of meat hooks across the ceiling. Probably an old slaughterhouse from the look and smell, she bitterly thought. Only a vampire’s sense of humor.

It would have been easier to slip the phone from her pocket completely, but Tabitha feared drawing attention to the fact that she was no longer unconscious. So, she blindly scrolled through the options on her phone, sending a text to Dean reading only, “vamp” and praying that her practice in using her phone and texting without looking at the screen would pay off. And also thanking her luck that she’d put the phone on mute.

But just as she sent the message, Calev appeared in her eye line, crouching down as he picked her up in his arms, roughly tossing her on an old musty smelling mattress.

“So pleased to see you are awake,” he told her as she groaned.

She tried to roll away from him, but he moved quickly, clamping something down on her wrist as she changed tactics and rolled back towards him again, trying to kick and strike at him with her fist and feet.

She missed with the kick of her bare feet, but managed a glancing blow with her fist.

Calev pulled back, his lip split despite the only glancing blow. Yet, he merely smiled. “I knew you would be the perfect choice. And a fighter, too. I’m pleased. I don’t want all my children to be docile lambs,” he chuckled.

As he stepped away, Tabitha yanked at her arm, but found it was securely handcuffed with a short length of chain to the metal bed frame he’d tossed her on.

Calev stepped away from her as if he was totally unconcerned by her, casually taking off his black shirt and mopping at the blood dripping from his lip. He turned around, looking at her from the distance that now separated them. “Yes. You will make an even better child than my others. No fear in you. Only anger. And fight. I’ll enjoy breaking you for myself,” he laughed. He looked around and Tabitha followed his gaze to the wall where three blonde women were chained, two by their hands, and one by her foot. All three women were covered in blood, and staring hungrily at her.


The vampire chuckled again. “They had to be taught not to scream, not that it did them any good in the end anyway, but not you. You are smarter,” he told her, tossing down the shirt he’d bloodied, and leaning back against a low metal table. “You realize screaming will gain you nothing in trying to escape.” He grinned again. “I’ve been looking for an intelligent child like you. You will do well in this modern world. Times have changed, we cannot hunt as we used to. We must be smarter. Hunt those the humans care not about. And you—you will do well. You’ll adapt well.”

“I don’t want to adapt to what you are,” she told him coldly.

His expression became serious as he straightened to his full height. “None want it in the beginning. But you will come to love it in the end. You will flourish,” he assured her.

“Come near me again, and I promise I’ll kill you,” she threatened in a flat voice.

The vampire’s smile returned as he began stalking closer, slowly easing in on his prey.

“You do not even fully understand what I am,” he growled at her, the grin at a hunt lighting his face and his lips peeling back as his fangs descended over his human teeth.

“I keep my promises,” she told him, scooting back on the bed as one hand stretched behind her, scooting back until her other arm was stretched out almost painfully by her shackle.

Calev knelt on the bed straddling her legs, bending his upper body over her as he leaned closer, his eyes closing as he sniffed the air.

“You know nothing,” he whispered, his head bending down to her neck.

Tabitha’s hand swung up in an arc from behind her back, plunging the syringe into the vampire’s bare arm before he could react.

His eyes darkened as he pulled away from her, stumbling on his feet until he fell backwards on the cold cement.

“Dead man’s blood?” he gasped in a shocked horror, his hands braced on the cement floor behind his back. “You’re a hunter?”

Tabitha ignored his sputtering, using the syringe and needle still in her hand as she began picking the lock of the handcuff.

The vampire was still trying to regain his feet when she finally freed herself, growling warningly at her as she cast about for some sort of weapon to use.

She finally spotted an old, in-wall case with an axe, and ran to it, breaking the glass with metal bar on the chain, and yanking out the axe.

Turning around again however, she found that the vampire was gone. She inched forward, moving barefoot across the littered cement floors, and listening for the slightest sound. The women chained to the wall were the only noises she heard, wailing and moaning as she went by them, even growling and snarling at the walking food source they could see just out of their reach.

Her attention diverted by the women, Calev suddenly barreled into her side, knocking her off her feet, and nearly managing to knock her axe away. She was pinned on her stomach, the axe trapped beneath her against the cement.

“How I enjoy killing hunters,” he growled in her ear as he pressed down on her back. “Especially ones trying to trap me.”

Tabitha twisted, and drove her elbow at the face leaning over her neck, catching the vampire in the face and nose with the sharp point of her elbow.

He fell to the side, enough so that Tabitha could yank the axe from beneath herself. Seeing her free the axe, Calev rolled further away, trying to get out of range.

With one hand on the axe, Tabitha continued rolling towards the vampire, from her back, onto her stomach again, swinging the axe down in an arc and connecting with the neck of the vampire. The axe struck the concrete with a sickening thud and meaty sound. But Tabitha couldn’t stop; she sprang to her bare feet and brought the axe down hard three more times, using both hands as she chopped at the vampire’s neck.

Suddenly, it was silent in the old slaughterhouse. The women stared blankly at her as she stood, axe in hand over the head and body of the dark vampire. She stepped towards them, but they shrank fearfully away from her, moaning and crying wildly.

Tabitha stared at them for a moment, but then, the axe fell from her hand with a clatter, and Tabitha limped barefoot out of the abandoned building, stepping under a streetlight as she looked around for an address to give her brothers.

They yelled questions at her when Dean answered, but she simply gave them the address and hung up.

She was still sitting outside on an overturned crate when her brothers pulled up, skidding to a stop as they jumped out of the Impala and ran towards her, machetes in hand.

“Jesus, Tab, are you hurt?” Sam demanded when he reached her, both their hands trying to turn her about to check her over.

“It’s not my blood,” she assured them. Dean touched the lump on her temple, his fingers coming away with fresh blood. “At least, not mostly. I killed the vamp that had been hunting here and had taken those girls, but I just couldn’t kill them, too. I know it has to be done, but they didn’t ask for this. They’re still chained up inside.”

She looked up into Dean’s eyes, and he nodded to the unasked request. Silently, he stepped around her and into the old slaughterhouse with his machete still in hand.

“You sure you’re okay?” Sam repeated, staying by her side as they ignored the frantic screams and growls from inside.

Tabitha did her best to ignore them, but her eyes closed at the sounds and screams, trying to shut it out. “Yeah. I’m okay. Just a little sore.”

She felt Sam lean against the crate beside her, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her into his chest. Tabitha shifted uncomfortably on the crate, the pain from her tattoo now seeming slight compared to the other aches in her body.

“You scared the shit out of us, Tabby. We were all the way across town, and all either of us could think was that we weren’t going to get to you in time, and hell, we didn’t even know where you were. I was still on with the cell phone company trying to get the location of your burner when you called,” he whispered against her head, his grip tightening at the memory.

“I’m sorry,” Tabitha whispered. “But he actually caught me by surprise. I’d already written him off when he made his grab at me.” She shook her head bitterly, realizing he’d probably orchestrated the whole thing to get her to drop her guard with him and trust him, thinking he was her savior.

“What happened?” Sam asked, pushing back slightly to look down at her.

Tabitha pulled away and wrapped her arms around her drawn up knees, picking at the stains on her jeans that she didn’t want to identify. “Later,” she whispered to him. “I’ll tell you both when we get back to the motel.”

Dean came out of the slaughterhouse a short time later, her purse in one hand, and one of her heels in the other. “Found these,” he told her, handing them across Sam for her to grab. “But I couldn’t find the other shoe. You missing anything else?”

He wouldn’t meet her eye as he spoke, but she was suddenly too exhausted to give it any thought. “I think that’s all. Other shoe’s probably back at the bar alley where he grabbed me.”

“Why don’t you head to the car. Sam and I’ll finish up here,” Dean told her, still staring at the pavement.

Tabitha slid to the ground and began carefully making her way to the black Impala over the littered ground, careful not to cut up her feet on the stones and gravel covering the pavement. She’d only gone a few steps however when Sam suddenly scooped her up, carefully depositing her in the backseat.

She watched absently as her brothers entered the old building again, flames eventually flickering inside as they left and came back to the car. She didn’t ask Dean if he’d taken care of the three new vampires still chained to the wall, and he didn’t speak either, silently driving back to their motel instead.

Freshly showered and changed, Tabitha exited the bathroom to find her brothers silently sitting at the small square table in the corner, multiple empty beer bottles in front of them.

When they’d returned to the motel, Sam had asked her again to explain what had happened, and both of her brothers had reamed her out for going out into the alley with the first guy, but it seemed now, neither of them had anything more to say. She’d effectively stopped their lesson 101 in hunting by silently walking away to take a shower, but it seemed neither one had any more to say.

“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t send a text sooner, but I didn’t want to say anything unless I was sure. You guys were both so sure I was wrong, and I didn’t want to send you a text until I knew for sure one way or the other. I didn’t want you rubbing it in my face that I was wrong, and by the time I knew I was right, it was too late,” she told them.

Sam looked grim, but Dean’s face tightened as he looked away again, and she finally placed the look: guilt.

She sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed nearest them. “It’s not your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault,” she told them. “If either one of you had been in the situation, nobody would be blaming themselves. You’d have just handled the vampire and end of story. Well, I handled the vampire, so, end of story.”

“You could have been killed,” Sam quietly reminded her.

“But I wasn’t,” she insisted, reaching forward and placing a hand on each of their knees. “I had that dead man’s blood, and I was just waiting for an opportunity to use it. I’m fine,” she repeated.

Dean suddenly stood up, his sister’s hand falling away as he did so. “I’m going for a walk,” he announced, and left the room amidst his sister’s sputtering reply.

“It’s alright, Tab,” Sam told her, also standing and heading for the bathroom. “Just let him go and clear his mind.”

For several minutes, Tabitha could only stare between the two directions her brothers had disappeared. But exhaustion soon proved stronger, and she climbed back into her bed.


Tabitha woke to the sensation of being watched, and carefully rolled over, just cracking one eye open.

“Dean?” she whispered, opening both eyes when she saw her brother sitting on the edge of her bed, his upper body twisted towards her.

“You could have been killed,” he whispered.

“But I wasn’t,” she reminded him, sitting up.

He reached out and ran a hand over her sleep-mussed hair. “I promised Dad I’d keep you and Sammy safe,” he told her. “I don’t feel like I’m doing the best job.”

Tabitha caught his hand and held it in hers. “We’re not kids anymore. You can’t be responsible for everything we do. We can look out for ourselves and look out for each other. But it’s not your responsibility if something happens to me, Dean. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I should have listened to you,” he suddenly told her. “Trusted your instincts and been there to back you up. But because I dismissed them, you almost died. And that is on me.”

“We can play this game all night, Dean,” Tabitha reminded him. “But what’s the point? What’s done is done. Maybe next time you’ll remember that I do still know a thing or two about hunting.” She grinned as she spoke, lightly poking Dean’s arm to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, maybe,” he agreed, but the smile on his face didn’t reach his eyes.

“Come on,” she told him, tugging on his arm again to pull him down on top of the covers. “You need to get to sleep.”

He leaned against the headboard, his hands running soothingly through her hair as she settled back in, reminding her that just last night, she’d comforted him in the same way to help him sleep.

“You first, Tabby. You’re pretty banged up and need the sleep worse,” he told her.

She smiled and settled in; sincerely hoping her brother would at least find some sleep in what was left of the night.

When Tabitha felt the sensation of being watched again, she almost ignored it, thinking Dean was still awake, but then she registered the deep impression next to her pinning down the covers, and the sound of the mumbles her older brother made in his sleep.

Her hand automatically grabbed the gun under her pillow, sliding it out as she twisted and sat up.

But she froze at the man sitting on the edge of the bed near her legs.

“I’m not here to harm you,” Castiel rumbled in his usual graveled voice.


She huffed as she returned the gun to under her pillow. “Jesus, Cas, one of these days I’m going to pull a gun on you and actually end up shooting you!” she hissed in a controlled whisper.


Glancing to the other side of the bed, she saw Dean had scooted to the far edge of it, obviously uncomfortable even just sleeping on top of the same bed as his sister, and barely hanging on to the edge, one arm even trailing over and dangling down to the floor with only his jacket covering him. But as she looked further across the room, she saw an empty bed. She glanced around, but didn’t see Sam, and had he heard her talking to someone, he would have surely come running. Still, Tabitha wasn’t too worried. Dean had taken a walk earlier in the evening, and she knew it was quite possible that her younger brother had taken one as well.

“Why are you here?” Tabitha asked, returning her attention to the angel still sitting beside her, gazing at her curiously. “Again.”

“What happened to your face?” Castiel asked instead of answering, his head tipped to the side in what was becoming familiar to Tabitha.

She scowled at the angel. “Little tip from human to angel: don’t ask a woman what happened to her face or what’s wrong with her face. Kinda makes us jump to wrong conclusions.” And then she added under her breath, “At least I hope that’s the wrong conclusion.”

Castiel shook his head as he stared at her. “I don’t understand. I wish to know why your face is bruised and cut.”

She decided to forgo the lesson on human interaction for the night. “Vampire got the drop on me,” she simplified.

He reached out as though he was going to touch the cut at her temple, but then stopped, his hand dropping back to the bed. “I am sorry you were injured,” he carefully told her. “You killed this vampire?”

A chuckle escaped at his sincerity, and with a smile she answered, “Yeah. I killed him.”

“Good,” he told her. “You are more fragile than your brothers, but it is good you are still able to fight as they can.”

A part of her wanted to argue with his use of the word fragile, but she didn’t have the energy to argue with the angel or explain human emotions to him again.

“Why are you here?” she repeated instead. “And two nights in a row, too.”

Castiel started to say something, but Dean suddenly tossed on the other side of the bed, his breathing becoming erratic as a pained noise escaped his throat.

Springing upright, his gaze darted around the room, taking in his sister sitting beside him, staring at him in concern, and the angel sitting across from him, seeming to watch the scene passively.


“Hello Dean,” the angel casually told him as he turned more to look further over his shoulder across the bed at her brother. “And what were you dreaming about?”

what were you dreaming about

Tabitha’s gaze jerked back and forth between the angel and her brother, wondering at the look on the angel’s face, a look that told her he probably knew more about what Dean was dreaming than she did.

She almost reached out to Castiel then, eager to question him as she realized just how much he probably knew. He had, after all, been the one to bring Dean out of Hell. But as she gazed back at Dean and saw the look of horror and fear in his eyes, she realized she couldn’t ask. At least not now.

But Dean visibly forced himself to calm, pushing off the bed to stand and shoving his jacket away as he grumbled, “What, do you get your freak on by watching people sleep? What do you want?”

Castiel turned slightly away from Dean, glancing at Tabitha before he spoke again to her brother. “Listen to me,” the angel told him. “You have to stop it.”

“Stop what?” the siblings spoke at the same time.

But Castiel didn’t speak, silently raising his hand and pressing two fingers to Dean’s forehead.

Tabitha gasped as her brother disappeared from sight. “What the hell, Cas?” A part of her itched to grab for her gun again, but she stood and stepped towards the angel, shoving at his shoulders as he still sat calmly on the edge of her bed. “What the hell did you do to my brother? Where is he? What’s going on?”

Castiel let her shove at his shoulders once, and then twice, but when she made to shove at his shoulders angrily a third time, he grabbed her wrists as he stood, pushing her backwards until he’d pressed her against the wall behind her. He didn’t hurt her, and he didn’t trap her against the wall, but he did hold her arms in the air between them, immobilizing them.

“I am doing what you wanted,” he told her, staring unflinchingly down into her face.

“I didn’t want you to make my brother disappear,” she growled back, pushing on her arms, unafraid of the angel. “Where is he?”

He released her wrists, but didn’t step back away from her. “You wanted to know why the angels are interested in you and your brother. You want to know what we know about what is going on. So I’ve sent your brother where he can learn all that we know.”

“Where? Is he safe? And what’s he supposed to stop?” she demanded, her hands rubbing at her wrists, unsure why she even felt the need to absently rub at them. Castiel hadn’t held her hard enough to hurt her, let alone cause even a bruise.

“He’s safe enough,” Castiel assured her, his eyes softening slightly at her worry as he held her gaze. “I have sent him into the past so that he can learn and see what we know. And truthfully, I don’t know if he can stop what happened. But if he can, it might take you all out of danger. It might take us all out of the danger we face.”

Tabitha crossed her arms as she chewed on her lower lip. “You’re talking time travel when you say you sent him back?” she asked him with a quirk of her brow, her face making it plain that she wasn’t sure she completely believed him.

He nodded. “Yes. Time is fluid,” he carefully explained.

“So why didn’t you send me back, too?” she asked.


Castiel stared at her for a moment, seeming to debate answering her, but he finally sighed and relented. “It is not an easy task to send humans through time. One is easier to send and then retrieve than two can be. And given the task he has before him, it is more important that he understand than it is for you to understand and see. And safer that you remain here regardless.”

She bristled at his tone, gathering herself to stand taller under his scrutiny. “And just what is his task?”

The angel paused again, but leaned closer to her, his face nearing hers as he stared down into her eyes and adamantly explained, “It is his task to stop Lucifer from rising.”

Tabitha felt herself shiver at his tone and words. “If that’s his task, what’s mine? Why does Heaven have an interest in me?”

Castiel leaned away from her as he straightened to his full height, looking away from her probing gaze as he whispered, “I still do not know.”

As she watched him, she could almost see the way he gathered himself, and she knew he was about to disappear, but she stopped his departure, her hand darting out to grab one of his at his side.

He stopped, looking startled as he stared down at her hand gripping his.

“Should I be worried, Cas?” she implored of the angel. His head snapped up to stare into her eyes again, watching as she stepped closer to him, her hand squeezing tightly around his. “Should I be worried about what my brother’s task is supposed to be? Should I be worried about what Heaven could want with me?”

Like so many other times, Tabitha was almost certain the angel wasn’t going to answer her when he’d remained silent for so long. And in frustration and disappointment, she dropped his hand and turned away from him, her arms wrapping protectively around her torso once more.

But as she started to step away, Castiel’s hand darted out to grasp hers again, tugging one of her hands away from her stomach as he turned her back towards him.

She stared up into the angel’s eyes, waiting for what he would tell her.

“You are right to be worried,” he admitted, his eyes darting almost nervously about the room. But his hand gripped hers gently, his thumb smoothing across the back of her hand. “For your brother, and likely for yourself. Dean’s task will be difficult at best, and it worries me that there has been no indications passed through the chain of command as to what your purpose is to be.” He stared at her for several beats, his eyes boring into hers as though he was trying to pass along some silent message with his gaze. “You’re right to be worried,” he repeated in a whisper, and then his hand vanished from her grip as the rest of him disappeared from sight, leaving only the soft echo of beating wings in the silence of the motel room and the fading warmth in the palm of her hand.

“Dammit, Sam,” Tabitha growled as she tried calling his cellphone yet again. But like all the other times she’d tried calling her younger brother, he still didn’t answer. She hung up the phone instead of leaving yet another voicemail that he didn’t appear to be checking.

It had been an hour since Castiel and her brother had disappeared from their motel room. She’d hurriedly pulled on her clothes, but didn’t know what to do next. She was worried about where Sam had disappeared to, and worried about Dean, regardless of the assurances Castiel had given her.


She considered taking the Impala to go look for Sam, but didn’t want to leave the motel room in case one or both of her brothers showed back up at their room.

As she turned to begin pacing again, she tripped on a pile of Dean’s cloths on the floor. Needing something to do, some sort of distraction, she knelt on the floor to gather the clothes in the pile, neatly folding them and placing them on the bed. With his bag in hand, she stood to start repacking his things, but gasped when she turned to find her brother sleeping on the edge of the bed, his jacket over his upper body, just how he had been before. As if he hadn’t ever left.


“He’s fine, I assure you,” Castiel said, speaking from behind her.


She managed not to gasp a second time, but whirled to face the angel. “It’s done, it’s finished?” she asked him, her voice sounding almost pleading even to her ears. She hadn’t realized until she saw him back in her sight, just how terrified she’d been that he might get stuck in the past somehow, or that something would happen to him.

The angel tipped his head forward in a nod. “He has seen what he needed to see.”

“Did he stop it?” Tabitha asked, her hand twirling in the air as she gestured. “Did he stop whatever it was he was meant to stop?”

Castiel shook his head, pulling his arms behind his back again. “I sent him back to see the truth. Now he needs to stop it. Both of you do.”

Tabitha felt her hands curl into fists at her side, and fought the childish urge to stomp her foot. “Stop what?” she demanded.

“It is Dean’s duty to stop it, but I think you will be able to help them both,” he calmly told her. She glared at him in return, silently demanding more of an explanation. The angel stepped past her, reaching out to pull slightly back at the opening of the duffle bag Tabitha had been repacking.

“They don’t realize how much you look after them, do they? Even in the years you spent apart, they didn’t realize how much you did to hide them and cover for them,” Castiel suddenly said, still staring down at the bed and the pile of clothes now at Dean’s feet.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Tabitha asked, her arms folding over the worn Quantico sweatshirt several sizes too big for her.

Castiel turned to look up at her. “Perhaps that is your duty. To care for and watch over them.”

Tabitha glanced at her brother, but turned her dubious gaze back on the angel. “Heaven has an interest in me because they want me to hang around and fold my brothers’ clothes and do their laundry? I don’t think so. I just do that when I’m frustrated and don’t know what else to do. They did survive without me for all those years.”

“But some brotherly quarrels can only be quelled by the dominion of a sister,” he said as he gazed into space, almost seeming to speak more to himself.

Tabitha started to ask what he meant, but the angel turned an expectant eye on Dean, and as Tabitha followed his gaze, her older brother woke with a gasp, shoving his leather jacket away as he sat up.

“I couldn’t stop any of it,” he said in a shaky voice, throwing a look up at the angel. “She still made the deal. She still died in the nursery, didn’t she?”

“What?” Tabitha gasped. “Mom? You saw Mom? What happened?”

Tabitha moved to stand in front of her brother, but he pushed to his feet, resting one hand on her shoulder to stop her questions as he waited for the angel to speak.

Castiel didn’t look at them, but spoke steadily to the room. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. You couldn’t have stopped it.”

“What?” Dean asked, his hand tightening almost painfully on Tabitha’s shoulder as he stared incredulously at the angel.

“Destiny can’t be changed, Dean.” Castiel finally turned to face them, his expression almost sad as he continued. “All roads lead to the same destination.”

“Then why’d you send me back?” Dean demanded.

“For the truth,” Castiel said, his eyes staring in Tabitha’s. Her stomach clenched painfully at his words. This was what she had asked him for, and from Dean’s expression, it had been more than “difficult” as the angel had warned her. And Castiel had at least partly done it because she had asked.

Castiel’s gaze traveled from sister to brother. “Now you know everything we do.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean whispered desperately, his hand falling from his sister’s shoulder as he took a few tentative steps towards the angel.

Castiel turned a pointed look towards Sam’s still made bed, the siblings following his eyes.

“Where’s Sam?” Dean asked, seeming to pose the question to the room. In the silence that followed, he turned to Tabitha and grabbed her elbow. “Where the hell is Sam?” he repeated.

“I don’t know,” she told him, pulling her cellphone out of her pocket and holding it up in front of him. “I’ve been trying to call him for the last hour since you disappeared on your little field trip, but he’s not answering his cell, and hasn’t called me back.”

Looking back and forth between the siblings, Castiel calmly continued. “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.”

“Azazel,” Tabitha whispered fearfully as she stepped closer to Dean, lightly grabbing his elbow. “Isn’t that the demon that killed Mom and wanted Sam to lead his army?” she asked, remembering the awful stories Bobby had finally told her after Dean’s death.

Dean nodded almost absently, but placed his arm over his sister’s shoulders and pulled her closer into his side. “Where’s Sam?” Dean asked the angel again.

Strangely, Castiel didn’t hesitate or pause for long pregnant gaps like Tabitha was growing used to. But immediately supplied, “425 Waterman.”

Dean grabbed his jacket off the bed, and Tabitha quickly followed him for the door, pausing only to grab her Glock from the bedcover and shoving it under her sweatshirt into the waistband of her jeans at her back.

Pausing to gather his own gun, Dean looked up at his sister and it almost seemed as if he was going to tell her to stay, but he nodded almost imperceptibly, and told her, “Let’s go.”

As they reached the door, Castiel spoke again. “Your brother is headed down a dangerous road, Dean. And we’re not sure where it leads. So stop it. Or we will.”

Once more, Dean paused to look at the angel, but then, he turned to stride out the door. Tabitha quickly followed her brother to the door, but paused in the doorway as well, turning to stare back at the angel in their room. She didn’t know what to say to him. Didn’t know whether to thank him for helping them find out more about their past—even if she had yet to get the story from Dean—be grateful to him for telling them where Sam was, or be hurt and angry that he hadn’t told her sooner where Sam was, and that he was apparently doing something the angels didn’t approve of.

She almost swore she saw a look of regret pass the angel’s face, but he again disappeared from sight, leaving only the soft sounds of fluttering wings.

A/N: As always, let me know what you think!


Chapter 6: As It Was In the Beginning…


One response to “Chapter 5: In the End, There Is the Truth

  1. I wonder how different Sam and Dean’s relationship would be on the show if they had a sister to mediate and fill all of the angsty silent moments between them. lol

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