with a metal shriek the door to the bunker closed behind you. There was still no word on Dean, he had just disappeared and the youngest Winchester wouldn’t tell you what was going on.
you threw your duffle on the table collapsing into one of the old chairs and hearing the wood creak. you threw your head back letting out a sigh when you heard another wooden creak,
it wasn’t your chair and Sam was still out searching.
“Hello? is anyone there? Cas?”
there was no response, only the calm silence of the room.
you got up from your place in the chair and walked into the library, the direction the creak had come from. padding in as silently as you could you saw a tall figure in a suit and an old style news boys cap standing with his back facing you.
you knew that figure anywhere, you’d shared the road, a room, and a life with him for the better part of two years.
“Dean?”
he turned around and you were met with the man himself, he was holding a book open in his hand but placed it on the table as soon as his eyes met yours.
you ran toward him wrapping your arms around his neck and putting your lips to his. you immediately pulled away though.
“Where the hell have you been? Sam and I have been searching for you for weeks! We didn’t know if you were alive or dead or-”
he immediately placed his hands on your shoulders and gave you a smirk
“don’t you worry Y/N, I’m fine, everything’s going to be fine”
his grip on your shoulders tightened and his eyes seemed to get brighter as they stared into yours.
this wasn’t Dean.
“You know, good old Dean fought so hard to make sure I didn’t know where to find you, but guess what sweetheart? He didn’t fight hard enough”
you tried to step out from his grasp but he wouldn't let you, he was holding on too tight.
“Who are you?”
you spit out the words inches from his face where he was holding you.
“Oh sweetheart, you met me years ago. Well not this version of me exactly but still. I’ll give you a hint, I destroyed my brother Lucifer with my sword, which you’re looking at right now.”
you got a flashback to 10 years ago when you’d first met the boys, at apocalypse time.
“No, that’ s impossible, Michael’s in the cage or dead or-”
his right hand loosened its grip on your shoulder and reached instead for the back of your neck, he yanked it back hard and leaned down whispering in your ear
“well I’m not the Michael you know, and I’m definitely not the Dean you know, but if you want both you and him to get out of this alive, you’ll do what I say.”
you tried to yank out of his hand but instead he pushed your face to his where your lips connected, you tried to fight but his tongue found its way into your mouth. he pulled away staring right into your eyes
“this is going to be so much fun”