Point of No Return

Dean was trying to hand himself over to Michael, because God's help had been his last hope, too.

Castiel and Sam had brought him back to Bobby's house, in his study to us.

"Yeah, no, this is good," Dean told us sarcastically. "You know, eight months of turned pages and screwed pooches, but tonight? Tonight's when the magic happens."

"You're not helping," I told him.

"Yeah, well, why don't you let me get out of your hair, then?" Dean asked.

"What the hell happened to you?" Bobby asked.

"Reality happened," Dean answered. "Nuclear's the only option we have left. Michael can ice the Devil, save a boatload of people."

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

"Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say," Dean told him. "But if Lucifer burns this mother down, and I could've done something about it, guess what? That's on me."

"You can't give up, son," Bobby told him.

"You're not my father," Dean told him. "And you ain't in my shoes." Bobby pulled out a gun from his desk, setting it on the table. He took a bullet out of his pocket, holding it up for Dean to see. "What is that?"

"That's the round that I mean to put through my skull," Bobby answered, setting the bullet down on his desk in front of him. "Every morning, I look at it. I think, 'Maybe today's the day I flip the lights out.' But I don't do it. I never do it. You know why? Because I promise you I wouldn't give up."

I heard the Angels in my head get louder and louder and louder until my head felt like it was going to explode, holding my head in pain.

"Tavia, you okay?" Sam asked.

"No," I answered.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Something's happening," I answered.

"Where?" Castiel asked.

I didn't answer, disappearing, going to the middle of the woods, looking around, walking toward a clearing in the middle of a circle of fallen trees.

The ground was pulsing as if it was alive.

I reached toward the ground.

An Angel attacked me from behind, trying to slash me with an Angel blade. I raised my arm to block the move, pushing his arm aside, grabbing my own blade from my jacket pocket, twirling it in my hand to get a better grip, trying to stab the Angel. The Angel ducked. I slashed toward his stomach. The Angel backed away just enough to make me miss, trying to grab my throat. I caught his arm, flipping him to the ground. The Angel stood, slashing toward me. I caught his arm, trying to stab him. The Angel used his other arm to catch mine, spinning me to face away from him, restraining me from behind.

Another Angel had been standing behind me, trying to stab me in the heart with his own Angel blade.

Castiel appeared between us, catching the blade, turning the blade to stake the Angel in the heart, killing him with a flash of white light.

I grabbed the arms that restrained me, flipping him to the ground in front of us, kneeling down to stake him in the heart with my blade, killing him with a flash of white light. I looked up at Castiel in slight relief, breathing heavily.

Castiel held his hand toward me.

I took it, letting him help me stand.

Castiel looked around to make sure there weren't anymore Angels.

I walked toward the moving ground, pulling out the body of what looked like a teenage, early adult-yeared boy out of the ground, lying him down, kneeling next to him curiously in confusion. "Cas."

Castiel walked closer, looking at the body.

I looked from Castiel over my shoulder to the revived, alive body that was still unconscious.

*

Castiel and I had an arm over either of our shoulders, taking the boy back to Bobby's, in the study.

"Help," Castiel told them.

"Boys!" Bobby called.

Castiel and I laid the boy down on the window seat.

Sam and Dean walked in.

"Who is it?" Bobby asked.

"That's our brother," Sam answered.

Sam and Dean looked at each other in shocked confusion.

*

Bobby looked at Sam and Dean. "Wait a minute. Your brother? Adam?"

Dean looked at Castiel and me. "What the hell?"

"Angels," I answered.

"Angels?" Sam repeated. "Why?"

"I know one thing for sure," Castiel told them. "We need to hide him now."

Castiel put a hand on Adam's chest, branding the Enochian symbols on his ribs to hide him from Angels.

Adam woke due to the pain, looking around us in confusion. "Where am I?"

"It's okay," Sam told him. "Just relax. You're safe."

"Who the hell are you?" Adam asked.

"You're going to find this a little... a lot crazy, but we're actually your brothers," Dean told him.

"It's the truth," Sam told him. "John Winchester was our father, too. See, I'm Sam—"

Adam nodded to Dean. "Yeah, and I'm sure that's Dean. I know who you are."

"How?" Sam asked.

"They warned me about you," Adam answered.

"Who did?" Dean asked.

"The Angels," Adam answered. "Now where the hell is Zachariah?"

*

Everyone was in the same room as before.

Adam was clean of mud and blood, in a fresh pair of clothes.

"So, why don't you just tell us everything?" Dean asked. "Start from the beginning."

"Well, I was dead and in Heaven," Adam explained. "Except, it—it, uh, kinda looked like my prom and I was making out with this girl. Her name was Kristin McGee."

"Yeah, that sounds like Heaven," Dean told him. "Did you get to third base?"

"Just, uh, just keep going," Sam told him.

"Well, these... these Angels, they popped out of nowhere, and they tell me that I—I'm chosen," Adam explained.

"For what?" Sam asked.

"To save the world," Adam answered.

"How you gonna do that?" Dean asked.

"Oh, me and some Archangel are going to kill the Devil," Adam answered.

"What Archangel?" Dean asked.

"Michael," Adam answered. "I'm his, uh, sword or vessel or something. I don't know."

"Well, that's insane," Dean told us.

"Not necessarily," Castiel told them.

"How do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Maybe they're moving on from you, Dean," Castiel told him.

"Well, that doesn't make sense," Dean told us.

"He is John Winchester's bloodline, Sam's brother," Castiel told them. "It's not perfect, but it's possible."

"Well, you gotta be kidding me," Dean told us.

"Why would they do this?" Sam asked.

"Maybe they're desperate," I answered. "Maybe they wrongly assumed Dean would be brave enough to withstand them."

Dean looked at me. "All right, you know what? Blow me, Octavia."

"Look, no way," Sam told us. "After everything that's happened? All that crap about destiny? Suddenly the Angels have a Plan B? Does that smell right to anybody?"

"You know, this has been a really moving family reunion, but, uh, I got a thing, so—" Adam started.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, no, no, no," Sam told him. "Sit down. Just listen, okay? Please."

Adam sighed, sitting down. "It's unbelievable."

"Now, Adam..." Sam trailed off. "The Angels are lying to you. They're full of crap."

"Yeah, I don't think so," Adam told us.

"Really?" Sam asked. "Why not?"

"Um, 'cause they're Angels," Adam answered.

"They tell you they were gonna roast half the planet?" Sam asked.

"They said the fight might get pretty hair, but it is the Devil, right?" Adam asked. "So, we got to stop him."

"Yeah, but there's another way," Sam told him.

"Great," Adam told us. "What is it?"

"We're working on 'the power of love'," Dean told him.

"How's that going?" Adam asked.

Dean shook his head. "Mm, not good."

"Look, Adam, you don't know me from a hole in the wall," Sam told him. "I know. But I'm begging you. Please, just trust me. Give me some time."

"Give me one good reason," Adam told them.

"Because we're blood," Sam answered.

"You've got no right to say that to me," Adam told him.

"You're still John's boy," Bobby told him.

"No, John Winchester was some guy who took me to a baseball game once a year," Adam told us. "I don't have a dad. So, we may be blood, but we are not family. My mom is my family. And if I do my job, I get to see her again. So, no offense, but she's the one I give a rat's ass about, not you."

"Fair enough," Sam told him. "But if you have one good memory of Dad, just one, then you'll give us a little more time. Please."

*

Dean was on lockdown in the panic room in the basement.

Adam was on lockdown up here.

Sam was dealing with his brothers.

Castiel was looking out for Dean downstairs.

I stood in the study with Bobby.

"How are they doing?" Bobby asked. I shrugged, scoffing softly. "How you doing?"

"Now you trust me?" I asked.

"You went to bat for us how many times now?" Bobby asked. I shrugged. "And, uh, pretty much just outed yourself to every one of the Angels."

"God doesn't care," I told him. "So why should I?"

Bobby didn't have an answer.

*

I walked downstairs to see the panic room door open, walking in.

Dean was gone.

There was an Angel Banishing Sigil painted on the wall that explained Castiel's sudden disappearance, walking upstairs, irritated, on the verge of being angry, and getting more angry still.

"Where's Cas?" Sam asked.

"Blown to Oz," I answered. "Look, I'll get Dean. He couldn't have gone too far. Just watch Adam."

Sam nodded.

I disappeared, leaving.

*

I found Dean walking toward a preacher on a street corner.

"The end is nigh," the preacher called loudly. "The Apocalypse is upon us. The Angels talk to me, and they asked me to talk to you. The Apocalypse—"

"Hey," Dean told him. "I'm Dean Winchester. Do you know who I am?"

The preacher looked at Dean in shocked recognition. "Dear God."

"I'll take that as a yes," Dean told him. "Listen, I need you to pray to your Angel buddies and let them know that I'm here."

The preacher fell to his knees in prayer. "Our father, who art in Heaven, hallowed by thy name—"

"You pray too loud," I told him, touching the preacher's forehead to make him fall unconscious, grabbing Dean, pushing him into the nearby alley, starting to beat him angrily.

"What, are you crazy?" Dean asked incredulously.

I pushed Dean against the wall. "I rebelled for this? So that you could surrender to them?"

"Octavia!" Dean told me. "Please!"

I pushed him to the ground. "Castiel gave everything for you. And this is what you give to him."

I raised my arm to continue beating him, already having him bleeding and beat.

"Do it," Dean told me. "Just do it!"

I took a deep breath to calm down, unclenching my fist, putting two fingers to his head to make him fall unconscious.

*

I brought Dean back to the house, having his arm over my shoulder.

Bobby, Castiel and Sam were talking.

"Bobby, what do you mean, 'Adam is gone'?" Sam asked.

"Should I say it in Spanish?" Bobby asked.

"He's gone how?" Sam asked. "What the hell, Bobby?"

"Watch your tone, boy," Bobby told him. "He was right in front of me, and he disappeared into thin air."

"Because the Angels took him," Castiel told them.

I cleared my throat to get their attention.

Sam looked at Dean. "What the hell happened to him?"

"Me," I answered, putting Dean onto the window seat.

Bobby looked at Castiel. "What do you mean, the Angels took Adam? You branded his ribs, didn't you?"

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

"How?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know," Castiel told us. "Maybe in a dream."

"Well, where would they have taken him?" Sam asked.

Castiel and I explained a look, knowing where.

The angelic green room we had held Dean in before the Apocalypse had started.

*

The next morning, we found Adam in the building with the angelic green room.

Sam, Castiel, Dean and I walked toward it.

"Where the hell are we?" Dean asked.

"Van Nuys, California," Castiel answered.

"Where's the beautiful room?" Dean asked.

"In there," Castiel answered.

"The beautiful room is in an abandoned muffler factory in Van Nuys, California?" Dean asked skeptically.

"Where'd you think it was?" Castiel asked.

"I—I don't know," Dean told us. "Jupiter? A blade of grass? Not Van Nuys."

"Tell me again why you two don't just grab Adam and shazam the hell out of there," Sam told us.

"Because there are at least six Angels in there," I answered.

"So?" Dean asked. "You're fast."

"They're faster," I told them.

Castiel took off his tie, wrapping it around his palm. "We'll clear them out. You two grab the boy. This is our only chance."

Sam looked at me. "The sigil on your back already, it won't just send them away, will it?"

"No," I answered.

"Will it kill you?" Sam asked.

"Probably," I answered. I looked at Dean. "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 and Cas do."

Dean looked down.

*

Castiel and I walked into the warehouse, closing the door behind us, walking toward a room.

An Angel appeared behind Castiel, slashing toward him with an Angel blade. Castiel ducked, spinning to face him, turning the blade to face him, stabbing him in the stomach, killing him with a flash of white light, pulling it out.

I looked around the abandoned building, sensing as the Angels, several of them, all with Angel blades, came closer, taking off my jacket, looking at Castiel. "Do it." Castiel looked at the blade in his hand, but didn't do anything. "What are you waiting for? Come on, Cas." The Angels ran closer. "Cas!"

Instead of stabbing the blade into the sigil on my back, Castiel cut his hand, slamming the blood over the sigil making the rest of us disappear with a violent flash of bright white light, all except himself.

He had supposed to stake the blade into the sigil, because we had known that would have worked.

He took a chance with the blood, not knowing if that would work, so he could try to save me.