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"You all think that I'm the bad guy? That under my rule you'd it hard? I'm gonna accept that I did some mistakes, but be sure that working with that crazy brotherly duo wasn't one of them. Without them, there wouldn't be any hell, heaven or earth. No souls to collect for you, well, in the end, there would be no you eider. I'm leaving you because you are pathetic and can't be trusted. I'm leaving and I'm going to left you without a ruler, try and work without a leader, you rats. I'm done here, so rot in hell."

"Hello Cas, what are you reading?" Asked Sam, after he entered the library.
"Morning Sam, I think it's called Romeo and Juliet, it was written by some Shakespeare if it's correct."
Sam was a little bit shocked. "Cas, are aware that's a romantic book? Like one of the most favourite romantic story ever?"
"I didn't know that, but I liked the way it's written, it caught my attention with the old language. But the story... they should listen to their parents, they were too young to know what is good for them."
"Maybe you should try something different. Hamlet maybe?"

Byl to obyčejný chlap. Ráno vstal, odešel do práce, vrátil se, podrbal a nakrmil psa, šel spát...
Jak říkám, úplně normální chlap. Když si však sundal oblečení zjistili jste že první zdání klame. Jeho tělo bylo pokryto složitými obrazci, co na nich bylo ale nejzvláštnější? Nikdo mu je na kůži nevytetoval. Objevovaly se sami, pravidelně jako hodinky, jednou za rok nové tetování.
Kdysi se pídil po tom co to znamená a proč se to děje právě jemu, ale narazil jen na nepochopení a výsměch.
Přestal si svých tetování všímat a jen doufá, že něž smrt přijde on pochopí jejich význam.

"And what if I say... no?"
"Well, I thought that the knife on your neck should give you the answer."
"That's your biggest problem you suppose that I'm scared to die. You know the thing is I would rather die than lead you to my daughter, I would rather die than lead to my brother or my boyfriend... I would rather die than lead you anywhere than to hell."
"I sort of expected this answer, you Winchesters are so predictable, but little trouble could change your mind... why are you smiling?"
"You wanted to meet my boyfriend? Just turn around."

Dean was wondering with his laptop around the bunker. He went into the kitchen and nothing. He went to the library and nothing. His room, shower, garage, dungeon... nothing.
No internet connection what so ever.
He checked the router it was working. He assumed that because the lights were still on the electricity is working as well.
Extremely frustrated he went to make a coffee for himself, and he absolutely didn't spike it, not even little bit.
With an annoyed grunt, he set down in the kitchen.
From nowhere the connection was back.
"Hey Dean, I brought you a burger."

"Gabriel, what's the dog doing on my bed?" The archangel just looked up from his book.
"It seems that he's sitting there Sammkins, and it's our bad."
Sam in a little-frustrated move ruffles his hair. "First I can see him sitting Gabriel, but why he's even here. And this's still my bed, you've yours."
Gabriel stood up and when to pet the dog. "Well, this is Loki, my dog and I couldn't let him alone any longer. And don't worry he doesn't bite, but his master could." And with a shark as a smile, he threw himself on the hunter.

Cas lost his grace, again. But this time he wasn't so lost and he went shopping.
One morning Dean walked into the kitchen, his eyes still closed. "Morning Cas." He made his way to the coffee machine.
At that moment Cas stood up and made his way to Dean.
"Dean are you ok, you're pouring hot coffee on yourself. Why are you staring at my trousers? Is something wrong with them? I've been told that leather suits me and that it's making my bottom looks ripe, even if I don't know what that means. Dean, your face is getting red."

"Hey Cas, what are you doing?" Dean was looking at Cas with worry. The angel was drowning in papers. "Is it research? Are you working on a case?"
"No Dean, I'm trying to fill these taxes." The hunter looked shocked. "Cas, you don't have income, you don't pay taxes."
"But Dean, they very saying on the tv that only two things are unavoidable... taxes and death."
"Well, we never ever paid taxes and with the death is not so sure either, buddy. So chill out, take a beer and we're going to talk about not listening the television so much."

"Sam are you sure about this?"
"Yes Dean, I read it twice and I asked even Rowena."
"From what day we're asking witches for help? Dammit, Sammy, we're supposed to kill witches, not ask them for advice."
"I know Dean right, but what else I supposed to do? The curse is weird and starting affect the whole town."
"Oh right, oh right, read it one more time to me."
"We have to push Aries down the hill, and it doesn't specify if it has to be animal or human, so..."
"Well, let's find both and push them down the hill."

"Gabriel, where are you? You can't do this! We need to talk! NOW!"
Sam is angry, he's marching around the kitchen in small circles and he's forgetting to pay attention to another two things.
First on the chair was sitting little girl who called him dad two days ago, and the second was his sleepy brother.
"Why are you screaming here? If he didn't answer you in the last two days, why do you think it's gonna suddenly change? I think we should start asking her the right questions."
The brothers turn to look at the now little scared girl.

Metatron, the God's scribe.
We're gonna miss you, that's actually not a true. Nobody is gonna miss you. You spent your life writing down rules for everybody else, but you decided that the rules don't apply to you. You tortured ower beloved angel and spent almost all of your given time with whining and blaming others.
Your life ends up tragically but at least you tried to be a good gay in the end. You sacrificed yourself for the greater good and did the right thing in the end, but it never erases all your sins. Rest in the nothingness.

"Why are you so negative Cas? We are gonna find a way. Dean likes you, he's a just little bit too stubborn." Sam tried to reasoning with the angel.
"That really changed everything Sam, I'm becoming pure optimistic at this exact moment." Sam just sight. "Can you at least turn down the sarcastic little bit? That doesn't help us here. We just have to find a way how to make Dean confess his feelings to you."
Cas just frowned. "Good luck with that, because my death didn't help, his death didn't help, I really don't see a way here Sam."

Sam was really angry. His laptop was gone, his socks were missing and in his shampoo was a purple dye. The person who did it was lucky that it was food colour.
"Gabriel, come here now!"
"Hey Samkins, did you call?"
"Where are my laptop and my socks?"
"How should I know?"
To Sam surprise, Gabriel really looked shocked.
"If it wasn't you then who?"
"What are you talking about Sammy... oh no, I know who did it. Did you ever hear about "Like father, like daughter"?"
Sam just sighed and with defeat looked at Gabriel.
"Laila, come here, pronto!"

Sam was drinking something that looked like a coffee. "Morning Sumshine, you looked that you didn't have too much sleep. What is bothering you? Something I can help with?"
Sam looked at his archangel and with a straight face asked. "Why did you choose me? Why are you with me?"
Gabriel's jaw dropped. "Are you serious? You're a keeper Samkins, I hit the bloody jackpot with you. If I'm not gonna count that you are tall, handsome and charming? You're smart, loyal and ready to take a bullet for me... And did I mention that you are sexy as hell?"

"It's finally done?" Dean was impatient as always.
"Almost, pas me the Carduus acanthoides." Dean threw on him the requested plant.
Sam's hand stopped at last moment "Dean for love of Chuck if you don't want to help then leave."
"What did I do this time?"
"This is not Carduus acanthoides this is Carduus crispus. You could have ruined our chance to make the spell of protection for Cas. You know I'm not good at this magic shits, so please go grab some beer and let me work in peace."
Dean was leaving the room murmuring. "Thistle as a thistle."

"Co je to za smrad?" Zaškaredil se Harry po vstupu do učebny lektvarů.
"Smrdí to hůř než famfrpálová šatna po zápase. Vsadím se, že je to Snape." Pokusil se nenápadně zašeptat Ron.
"Dvacet bodů odečítám Nebelvíru za vaši neskutečnou drzost Weasly." Zasyčel Snape od katedry.
"Všichni sednout. Dnes budete dělat lektvar na který je potřeba několik velmi speciálních ingrediencí. První bude naložený tučňák, překontrolujte si že je opravdu dobře naložený, jinak by v lektvaru nebyl k ničemu. Dále se přidá dračí lejno a odvar z dvou set let starého sýra. Kdo bude nejvíc vyrušovat ten lektvar na konci hodiny vypije."

Sam(carefully): Dean why is it so dark here?
[few quiet seconds]
Sam (little bit scared): Dean this is not funny, where are you? I can't see anything in this pitch black.
[still no sound]
[sound of careful steps, opening a drawer, rattle noise]
Sam (angrily): Come on work you trash flashlight...
[more rattling, more angry noises]
[victory sigh followed by muffled screach]
Dean (dangerously): Hello Sammy, we need to talk.
[sound of steps, pulling the chair, somebody sitting down]
Sam (frustrated): Dean we talk about it many times.
Dean (angrily): You ate my cherry pie, I know it was you!

He came in the bunker's kitchen very grumpy, to his surprise he wasn't the first one there. His daughter and brother were already sitting there with very similar expression on their faces.
"Can you do something, please?" That came from both of them unison. Sam just sighed. "I'm sorry but you know him. The angel radio is driving him crazy and he is trying everything to drown it down."
"I get is Sam I really do, but this is madness. It's three o'clock in the bloody morning. And he is playing the drums! Not one drum but the whole set!"

Dean was miserable, you could even say he hit the rock bottom of his feelings.
The hunter was sitting in the pub and drinking away the betrayal. He tried to hit on everything in skirts and he wasn't perfectly sure it was every time a woman.
But what he could do? His little brother didn't need him anymore, he had that feathered shorty and daughter. It wasn't true he didn't like her, but she was taking his place.
After a week of drinking and waking up on the floors, he came to the solution. He was the complete idiot here.

"Can I've one caramel frappuccino and hot chocolate but kid temperature."
"One caramel frappuccino and hot chocolate, do you want a cream on top?"
"Only on the chocolate, please."
"Anything else?"
"Gabriel, did you finally choose what you want?"
"Oh yes, can I have half-whole milk and half non-fat milk, no foam, two shots of decaf and two shots of regular, three pumps of caramel syrup and three pumps of vanilla syrup, with cream on top, sprinkles and caramel syrup on top as well in the venti cup, please."
Sam just sighed and looked at the poor guy with pitty.

"She needs to go to school, Gabriel!"
"Oh yeah? And how do you think it's gonna look like? She is a half angel, she is growing differently. What are you gonna tell them when she starts in year one but then jumps straight in year five? There is no way how to cover it, Sammy."
"But she can't stay here in the bunker just with us, that's not healthy. She needs people in her own age."
"Sammy, Sammy... one more time, she is not a human. She doesn't have the same needs. But if you insist we can try something."

YOU WON!
Just two words on paper, nothing else. Dean didn't like Laila, and Sam felt fed up with him and said something he regrets. "If you can't at least try to know my daughter before you judge her then leave." So, yeah he won the fight but for what price.
He wasn't surprised to find Laila in the library. "He left, didn't he?" Sam just nod. They spend the whole afternoon teaching her how to play chess. Because his daughter is very smart, he found out that she beat him very soon, and he didn't mind it at all.

"Crowley... what an honour?" Said very sarcastically Sam, eating his salad in dinner. "Couldn't you send a text or call first?"
"Sorry moose, you know I prefer to see on my own what's the big fuss about. So, where is it? My contact wasn't specific enough for me to know if it's girl or boy. He had just the right amount of time to tell me that there is a child with you and it looks rather similar to you. So, don't let me wait, you know I'm not patient."
Sam was happy that he left Laila in the bunker.

Sam už prokopal celou knihovnu v bunkru a že ta byla pořádně obsáhlá. Nikde nic, ani jedna stránka natož celá kniha na téma které potřeboval. To je tak když potřebujete vědět něco o čem asi žádný člověk nikdy nepřemýšlel.
Věděl, že existují Nefilim, poloviční anděl zrozený z lidské ženy. Ale jak to funguje obráceně? To nikoho nikdy nenapadlo, že by se anděl mohl nechat zbouchnout? Asi nikdy nepotkali Gabriela.
Sam si povzdechl a rozhodl se, že nejjednodušší bude se zeptat přímo u andělského zdroje, ale doufal, že s Castielem by ten rozhovor mohl být méně trapný. Jak jen se spletl...

"We need to talk..."
Gabriel didn't respond, just snapped his fingers and materialized a comfortable sofa. Afterwards, the archangel patiently waited for his lover to put his mind together, he knew better than push it.
"I need more Gabriel, not that I don't like this, but I need more. And we need to tell Dean. I'm sorry but sex is not enough for me anymore."
Gabriel just nods his head. "Tomorrow, here, at noon... I'm taking you on a proper date."
Sam was shocked, he was worried that he's gonna lose Gabriel for pushing him with ultimatums, but it worked.

"Ok, I think we need to recapitulate these shitty months. You find out that I'm in a relationship with Gabriel. Yes Dean, relationship not just a sex! And you decided that you know better what I need. So you disappeared for 3 bloody months, captured Gabriel in holy oil and threatened him because you just couldn't stomach that I'm happy with an archangel?! Did I forget something? Oh no, not me, you forgot Dean... I'm not a kid Dean, I can make my own decisions!"
With that Sam just left Dean in the kitchen and walked out of the bunker.

In the basement of an old and murky house was one angry man with matches.
He was repeating some kind of incantation over and over. Suddenly there was a somebody with him in the room and he didn't hesitate and throw the lit match in a holy oil.
"Hello Dean-o, ouch, why..."
"Cut it off Gabriel, you have only one option here, leave my little brother alone and I'm gonna let you go."
"Well, I can't exactly say no to this, can I? But don't forget that your brother can make his own decisions even if you don't like it..."

Sam knocked on Dean's door.
"If you want to enter you have to tell me the password, Sammy."
Sam just raised his eyebrows.
"A password? What are you, Dean? Ten?"
"So it's only you, who can be childish?"
"What are you talking about? Can we just talk like two adults? Please, Dean!"
"Now you want to talk? Now!? Maybe you could try it months ago? Before you started to sneak out of bunker every night... you thought I'm not gonna find out, that you are fucking that pipsqueak?"
Sam is watching the door in horror, this is really not good.

Sam was in the bunker, sitting behind a desk full of books and empty cups. No plates, just cups. There was no time for food, just for coffee.
He was alone and despread. Dean disappeared, and Sam couldn't find out any clues. There was nobody who could help him.
He closed another book and another. Then he just broke down, screaming and throwing books around the room.
He needs something, a miracle or a hero... But there was no more miracles and no more heroes. So he has to make the last miracle and become the last hero he needs.

Sam had for a change a nice and peaceful dream. But suddenly there was a weird shouting and bouncing on his bed. "Wake up! Wake up, daddy!" The last word made him spring out of the bed. Daddy? Who the hell is a daddy?
There was a little girl, she couldn't be older than three. Her eyes were golden and she was looking at him in the way only little kids can do... with pure joy shining in her eyes.
There was only one person who could know what the hell is happening. "Gabrieeeel! Get your feathery ass here, now!"

"Stop shouting Dean, it's just a car! If we can't find it, we can replace it."
Dean took a breath so deep it looked like he's going to explode.
"Just a car? Just... Let me tell you something, she's not just a car! She is Chevy Impala 1967, she is black, she is beautiful, she is Queen of the roads and she is MY Baby. We grow up in her and you have the nerves to tell me she is just a car?"
Sam knew he screwed up and that Dean is not going to stop till they'll find her.

Sam se probudil připoutaný ke zdi. Třetí ráno v tomhle pekle. Třetí den plný mučení, třetí den bez šance na záchranu. Dean byl v pekle, Castiel na jeho modlitby neodpovídal a Gabriel byl mrtvý.
Všechny jeho naděje byly pryč.
Třetí ráno, třetí snaha o to si modlitbou přivolat pomoc. Dvě rána se modlil ke Castielovi, bez úspěchu. Dnes se rozhodl změnit adresáta modlitby a tu špetku naděje co si uchoval poslal vstříc někomu u koho doufal, že svou smrt jen předstíral. Jeho naděje umřela, když si pro něj přišli, aby jej odvedl na muční.
Když tu... "Chyběl sem ti Samsone?"

Jako již mnohokrát se plížil chodbami. Doufaje, že jeho bratr toho vypil dost aby se jen tak nevzbudil. K jeho překvapení mu to zase prošlo a po chvíli došel na mýtinu uprostřed lesa, který sousedil s jejich domovem. Přesvědčil se, že je sám a usedl do stínu kam měsíční svit nedosahoval a přemýšlel proč tohle vlastně dělá. Když se však před ním objevila postava se sarkastickým úsměvem, která jej během chvíle povalila do listí a přisála se k jeho rtům, všechny pochybnosti byly v tu ránu pryč a jen doufal, že ještě dlouho budou jen stromy němými svědky jeho pobláznění.