Okay part 9 here for you. Reader doesn’t feature a hell of a lot in this one and I apologise in advance for what I have done!
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“What do we do Cas?” Sam sat in the library with the angel both surrounded by mountains of books. It had been almost four months since Sam had gone to the fates and asked for their help. For those four months They three women had been in constant contact with Sam. Updating him with their findings. They spent what little spare time they had searching for the anti-fates. Their male counterparts who so far had alluded them were being more sneaky than ever. So far the fates had recently discovered that without them knowing it much of their plans for the Winchester and (Y/L/N) lines had been altered by these men. They had agreed that for a while Seraphim, the youngest of the three would stay with the boys; concentrate solely on bringing them to the right future. So far they had been able to keep Dean from dying, but it did not look good for the older Winchester.
“There has to be a way of us keeping Dean alive. He would never forgive us if we let him die knowing that he has a son.”
“I have an idea.” Seraphim was suddenly behind them, holding on to her note book.
“Sam you summoned my sisters and I. I am sure that with a few tweaks we should be able to summon the men. If we get them here than we can have them change what they have done. Stop this silly game and allow fate to run it’s course. But I am afraid I think the only way to save your brother is witchcraft now.”
“Dean will not be happy with that. He hates witches.”
“Sam.” Dean was in the doorway to the library when all three spun to look at him. His body was weak and he lent against the frame for support. “Dean you shouldn’t be out of bed.” Sam said darting over to him and grabbing his arm before guiding his older brother to a seat.
“No Sam I’ve had enough. I’m not doing this any more. No witches. We just get these ‘anti-fates’ off our backs and then we let fate take its curse as you want it to.
"Dean you don’t know what you’re saying.” Cas rounded the table to stand in front of his friend.
“Yes I do. I don’t want to be like my dad, but this kid will have (Y/N) and the best uncle he can ask for, not to mention he’ll have a damn angel looking over him. You guys will have it covered.”
“Dean-”
“No, no more arguments Sammy. I’m done fighting. The last eleven years all this world has done is try to kill me. Why should I keep fighting? It’s fate right?”
Sam dropped his head to look at his feet and Cas sunk down in to one of the chairs. Seraphim did nothing, she felt very much like she wasn’t supposed to be prevvy to the conversation.
“What about me? Do I get a choice in this?” Your voice echoed into the silent room. Dean turned his head to look at you, seeing you for the first time in what felt like years to him. Your face was almost the same though there was a sadness behind your eyes. Your body was rounder now, showing the child growing inside you. He looked at you like he was a puppy in a pound and you had come to take him away. You padded over to him, with bare feet tapping on the cold floor. Your hand went to touch him though you pulled it back .
“I think we should at least try and both be there for this child.”
“(Y/N) I don’t know if I can.”
You knelt down, with a slight ache in your legs.
“Let’s be honest here Dean, Neither one of us is up for taking care of this child without the other one. I couldn’t bare to look into his eyes and see you looking back at me knowing that I would never see you again. And you, you would blame yourself everyday and drink until you couldn’t see anything. At least if we are together than we can do our best. Dean Winchester I refuse to let you die, I refuse to let you let yourself die. Now go take a shower, get over your self-righteous crap and go kill some anti-fates so that we can be together. Or so help me I will shove my foot so far up your ass the lump in your throat will be my toes.”
Dean laughed, a hearty, belly laugh. This was the girl he remembered the one who would happily kick his but if she thought he needed it.
“Okay so where exactly do we find them?” He asked pushing himself up to sit straight in the chair even if it did make his head shake a little.
“It’s easy, whilst you lot have been screwing around I spent my time actually finding them.” You said standing up and going across to Sam’s laptop.
“How? We are practically omnipotent and we couldn’t find them.” Seraphim hissed at you.
“Because I am the best player at hide and seek. You wanna find those who don’t want to be found; you get lost with them.” You lifted the laptop lid and started it up sliding a memory stick into the side, everyone gathered around you.
“It’s simple really, you lot have been farting around looking in all the usual demoney places they could be hiding I had a look at all the places they actually could be hiding. They aren’t stupid, they wouldn’t hide on Earth or in Hell. WE would look for them there.”
The screen lit up with a sound programme, one that was receiving signals from what you had named 'on high’.
“Hold on (Y/N) is that angel radio?” Dean asked leaning forward.
“Damn straight.”
“How exactly have you been able to tap into it? I haven’t heard anything about the fates on the radio.” Cas asked, his face screwed up in confusion.
“You weren’t listening properly. Look they’re here.”
“Heaven?”
“Yeah, so we summon them, trap them and boom we get them to stop this bloody tyraid on our family.”
“Perfect. I will go to my sisters and find the right spells to trap them. You two collect the stuff for summoning spell, and you,” She looked directly at Cas, “Make sure (Y/N) is looked after.” There was a wink that went along with her words and at the same time something popped up on the pc screen. You close it quickly and remove your memory stick. You smile at Dean and let Cas lead you from the room.
“Dean will not like this, (Y/N).” Cas whispered to you in a stern tone when you were far enough away from the boys.
“Dean will live, that’s all that matters.”
Dean stood with Sam, Seraphim and the other two fates in the dungeon, he began to recite some Latin words as Sam allowed a few drops of his blood to fall into a bowl. The contents of the bowl burnt with a blue smoke before sparking. Three men stood before them, trapped by the blue markings on the floor and the ceiling. The eldest of three narrowed his eyes at them.
“Damn it.”
Dean smirked, through the pain in his body.
“Okay boys time for your little game to end.” The three fates stepped forward, each one of them letting their notebooks fall open.
“We’ve wanted to put your names in here for a long time.” Seraphim said almost laughing. Each of the fates wrote a name and one by one the three men gasped.
“No you can’t do this!” One said.
“You don’t understand if you kill us, you will be utterly pointless yourselves.” Another called out.
“We won’t kill you as long as you stop this, you allow the Winchester child to grow up as intended.” Seraphim demanded, “You do that and we will never cross out your names.”
“All right. fine. Just let us go.”
“Did that seem far too easy to you?” Dean asked leaning slightly towards Sam.
“Yeah. What’s the game here?”
“No game,” Seraphim answered, “We just have our priorities.”
“What about Dean? You gotta fix him!”
“We are sorry. You have to believe us that we had no idea what Mike was doing. When we made him it was to just stop the birth of the child. Do you know what closing the gates will do? If there is no evil on Earth from Hell then humans will become corrupt with goodness and everyone will die. We did not mean for him to go this far.”
“So we just let Dean die because you couldn’t control your own creation?” Sam’s voice was starting to raise.
“We-”
“NO! You can’t just say you’re sorry and go on your merry way! That isn’t how it works! You have to fix him!”
“Sam.” Dean’s hand went onto Sam’s arms.
“No Dean-” He turned his head to look at Dean and his breath got caught in his throat. Dean was slowly falling to the ground.
“Something isn’t right.” Dean gasped out.
“Let us go!” The anti-fates shouted.
“Dean!” Sam dropped to the ground with his brother clutching onto him.
“Sammy, I don’t… (Y/N)”
Sam grabbed Dean up and started to drag him out of the dungeon, it felt like miles up through the library, Dean’s body getting heavier with each step. Dean was starting to lose the ability to move his own legs, slumping more and more against Sam.
“Dean come on, don’t do this, Don’t die. Not again Dean I can’t Lose you again!” Sam was crying out, tears freely falling from his eyes.
“Sam, Sam stop.” Dean huffed out through a struggled breath. Sam lent him into one of the chairs.
“Dean, no.”
As Sam looked at his brother, he saw the look of fear and pain drift away, leaving behind a peaceful smile curving up one side of Dean’s mouth.
“Take care of my son, Sammy; he’ll be safe with you.”
“Dean? DEAN!”
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