(Before I start I just want to say that I'm actually editing this quite a bit so you guys might want to re-read this when I finish because I might decide to change a few things. Yeah... I'm indecisive, again sorry for the inconvenience.

Also, I'd like to apologize about the whole not posting anything. I really needed a break and I swear I was gonna come back earlier than this, but then life got in the way and I'm so so sorry guys!)

"What. The Fuck. Was. That." These words stumbled out of Dean's mouth as the TV screen faded to black with the interview over. Dean turned his head towards the elder still holding the remote. "That's been happening since both of you... ya know," Bobby informed him with a sigh. "So those bastards just start parading her around like she's some doll?" Dean snarls visibly livid, unable to reply Bobby sighs again heading to the Kitchen, Dean wordlessly following. There they found the minis trying (and failing) to do the dishes. Dean blinks at the creatures and ultimately decides to ask about them later, he has more important things to deal with anyway. "We need to find Sam," Dean declared, frown still set in his features.

"Heya, Sammy," Dean whispered (quietly, with much feeling. jkjk ignore this.) Sam is silent, watching with wide eyes as Dean stepped into the room basically ignoring the woman (coughrubycough) who steps aside to let him pass. As Dean got close, Sam whipped out a knife and jumps at Dean. Acting on reflex Dean blocked Sam's attack and Bobby pulls Sam off, holding him back with a tight grip on his shoulders. "Who are you?!" Sam yelled as he struggled from Bobby's hold. "Like you didn't do this?!" Dean retorted. "Do what?!"

"It's him," Bobby starts as Sam continues to struggle. "It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him." Booby assures Sam as the younger one stares at Dean, the struggle slowly leaves his body. "But..." Sam trails off still looking at his brother in disbelief. "I know. I look fantastic, huh?" Dean smirked as he advanced cautiously. Bobby lets go of Sam, who looks on the verge of tears as he steps forward and pulls Dean into a desperate hug. They embrace for several seconds, heavy with emotion, as Bobby stands in the sidelines with tears in his eyes.

Athena watched through a flat screen TV the brothers tearful reunion, a soft smile tugging on her lips, though she didn't let it pass. "I think you know the rest," Zachariah smirked as he switched off the TV. "Why are you showing me this?" Athena glared, her hands balled up into fists at her sides. "Turns out we need your help after all." Zachariah snapped his fingers and a man Athena recognized pooped in, in all his rugged glory. "Our forces are stretched thin protecting the seals-" The angel drawls out. 'Heh... yeah right.' Athena thought, biting the side of her cheek. "What does that have to do with me?" She asked glancing between the angels in the room. "We have a proposition for you." Zachariah looked down at her with a stare that made her gulp.

(I'd like to point out that after this point I'm sick and slightly delusional so forgive me if some of this don't make sense)

"Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind," Dean stated as he and Bobby looked around in caution. As if on cue, the door bursts open and a man in a business suit and trenchcoat stalks in. Light bulbs bursts above his head in a shower of sparks as he passes them. As he walks, Bobby and Dean openly fire, but the shots don't seem to slow him down. Dean then takes Ruby's knife as the man got close. "Who are you?" Den asks. "I'm the one that gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." The man now labeled Castiel, stated the obvious. "Yeah," Dean breathed cautiously. "Thanks for that." Dean states before he plunges the knife into Castiel's chest. Castiel looks down, completely unnerved, and pulls it out before dropping it on the floor. Dean and Bobby share a look of disbelief before Bobby makes an attempt of an attack, which Castiel blocks without even so much of a glance. Castiel then proceeds to tap Bobby's forehead. Dean watches in horror as the elder crumples to the ground and Castiel turns back to look at Dean with pleading eyes. "We need to talk Dean." He started glancing back down to the other human. "Alone."

"Well, then tell me what else it could've been." Sam frowned at his brother's stubbornness. "Look, all I know is I was not groped by an angel," Dean argued as he continued to pace in the kitchen. "Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think this 'Castiel' would lie to you about it?" Sam questioned, staring at Dean pointedly. "Maybe his's some kind of demon, Demon's lie!" Dean exclaimed just at Bobby looked up at the boys, completely ignoring the mini's wandering his desk. "A Demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps, and Ruby's Knife?!" Sam countered sitting upright. "Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!" He reasoned. "Don't you think if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one... at some point... ever?!" Dean stated staring definitely at his brother. "Yeah." Sam nodded. "You just did, Dean"

"I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me." Dean frowned. "Dean, we have a theory." Sam tried to reason. "Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust please." Dean stepped forward. "Okay, look." Sam tried again. "I'm not saying we know for sure. I-I'm just saying that I think we-" "Okay, okay. That's the point" Dean interrupts again. "We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!" He exclaims as Sam only sighs with a resting bitch face.

"You two chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion," Bobby finally interjects. "Or do you want to come take a look at this?" Dean glances at his brother before they both walk over to the table the elder sat at. "I got stacks of lore-" Explained the semi-retired hunter. "Biblical, pre-Biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform!" Bobby gestured to the open books around him. "It all says an Angel can snatch a soul from the pit." "What else?" Dean asked subtly rubbing hand print hidden by sleeves. "What else, what?" Bobby asks looking at him in confusion. "What else could do it?" Dean clarified. "Airlift your ass out of the hot box?" Bobby tapped the book in front of him before leaning back saying. "As far as I can tell nothing."

The three men paused to gather their thoughts. In the short silence, a crash was heard from the kitchen followed by tiny mutterings of an argument. By Dean's feet, he saw a mini Trickster runaway from a cockroach. Dean would've stepped on the pesky bug but he took pleasure in the trickster's panicked scramble even if it wasn't the real thing. "Dean, this is good news." Sam smiled as he looked at his brother. "How?" Dean asked. "Because for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap," Sam explained as Dean rolled his eyes shaking his head. "I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys you know?"

"Okay. Say this is all true. Say there are angels." Dean paused looking at the other males in the room. "Then what? There's a God?" He asked in a bewildered tone. "At this point, Vegas money's on yeah." Bobby bobbed his head once. "I don't know guys." Dean shakes his head as he walked away. "Okay, look." Sam started. "I-I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith, and more and more about proof."

"Proof?" Dean interjected. "Yes," Sam replied. "Proof there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally?" Dean asks rhetorically. "I'm sorry but I'm not buying it!" He declares as he looked at both men. "Why not?" Sam calmly questioned. "... Because why me?" Dean replied pausing for a second before continuing. "If there was a God out there why would he give a crap about me?!" "Dean..." Sam sighs. "I mean, I've saved some people, okay?" Dean continues like he was uninterrupted. "I figured that made up for the- for the stealing, and the ditching chicks." He pauses to take a breath. "But why do I deserve to get to be saved? I'm just a regular guy!" Dean finally finished. "Apparently, you're a regular guy who's important to the man upstairs," Sam responds giving his brother a pointed look. "Well, that creeps me out." Dean states. "I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties much less by... God" He says looking down. "Okay, well, too bad, Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on that party hat." Dean looks at both hunters before clearing his throat and asking. "Fine... What do we know about angels?" Bobby then picks up a stack of books and puts them in front of Dean. "Start reading." Was all that was said.

Castiel landed in front of the warehouse that held the 'Greenroom' the Angel looked around before entering the building duffel bag in hand. Inside he found multiple massive wooden boxes connected by hallways also made of wood. Castiel entered through another set of doors that lead to some sort of dining area that one would normally find in a rather fancy house. He traversed the hallways until he finally found just the human he was looking for. "Athena." He addressed the female who has currently dressed in sweatpants and a baggy shirt, her hair tied back to a ponytail. The teen paused, iron bo staff in hand as she was, after all, 'training' with the practice dummy. (She would forever deny taking out her frustrations on the dummy)

"Cas!" She greeted in surprise. "It's- It's Castiel." The Angel tried to correct. "I know," She smiled cheekily. "So, what can I do for ya!" Castiel paused, unsure at first before moving forward and delivering the bag. "Uhh... what's this for?" Athena asked giving the holy tax accountant a confused look before going through the bag. Upon seeing the contents Athena gasped and looked at Castiel. "Is this-"

"The sigil on you back... the message changed." Castiel interrupted. "I believe you have a mission from God." Athena could only stare at the angel, thinking to Chuck knowing full well he could hear. 'Chuck, what the FUCK.' After a few moments, Athena sighed, slinging the bag over her shoulder. "Fine, just... just let me get changed first." She turned heading to her 'room'.

Bobby picked up some books and lead Sam and Dean to the back of the basement, where they find an iron door which Bobby opens with a creak the boys' pear inside and is greeted with the right of a room made entirely of iron and covered with pentagrams and Devil's traps. Bobby looked back at his boys as they hare a glance before heading in. Bobby flicks on the lights and they see that here's also cots, weapons and all sorts of books scattered around the room. Also in the room was the mini's, how they got in they will never know as even the mini's looked confused. The boys continued to look around the room in bewilderment, finding a radio and some other equipment as Bobby shuts the door behind them.

Sam approaches a wall before turning back to the elder asking. "Bobby is this.." He trailed off. "Solid iron. Completely coated in salt. 100 percent ghost proof." Bobby answered a hint of pride leaking into his voice as he did. "You built a panic room?" Sam questioned in amazement. "I had a weekend off," He shrugged as if having a panic room was a normal thing to have. "Bobby..." Dean trailed off getting both hunters attention. "What?" "You're awesome." Both brothers smiled at the elder in what could only be described as adoration. The men settled in with ease as the brothers create more salt rounds and Bobby researching what the books he has in the panic room.

It would not be another hour or two before Dean finally speaks up. "See this is why I can't get behind God." "What are you talking about?" Sam asks as Bobby looks over from his nest of books and papers. "If he doesn't exist, fine. Bad crap happens to good people. That's how it is. There's no rhyme or reason- just random, horrible, evil- I get it, okay. I can roll with that." Dean starts looking at the other tow in the room. "But if he is out there, what's wrong with him? Where the hell is he while all these decent people are getting torn to shreds? How does he live with himself? You know, why doesn't he help?" Dean asked with a frown. Sam and Bobby share a look before turning to Dean looking at both of them with expectant eyes. "I ain't touching this one with a ten-foot pole," Bobby responds with a small nervous chuckle by the end. "Yeah.." Dean hums softly as he looked away.

"Found it," Bobby informs them changing the subject. "What?" Sam asks both brothers looking up in curiosity. "The symbol you saw-" Bobby states tapping the paper that held the drawing. "the brand on the ghosts..."

"Yeah-"

"Mark of the Witness." Bobby answers. "Witness? Witness to what?" Sam asks as she shared yet another look with his brother. "The Unnatural," Bobby stated as the simple answer. "None of them died what you'd call ordinary deaths. See, these ghosts - they were forced to rise. They woke up in agony. They were like rabid dogs. It ain't their fault. Someone rose them... on purpose." He explained further. "Who?" Sam leaned forward. "Do I look like I know?" Bobby replied moving his hands in a shrugging motion. "But whoever it was used a spell so powerful it left a mark, a brand on their souls." Bobby continued to explain as Sam stood to look at the text as well. "Whoever did this had big plans. It's called 'the rising of the witnesses.' It figures into an ancient prophecy" Bobby pointed at another text with the pencil he held. "Wait, wait, wait. What-" Dean interrupted standing up and approached Bobby's research corner as well. "what book is that prophecy from?" He asked. "Well, the widely distributed version's just for tourists, you know. But long story short - Revelations." Bobby answers and the brothers both tilt their head in confusion. "This is a sign, boys."

"A sign of what?" Both brothers ask in sync. "..." Bobby stayed quiet before leaning back and replying. "The apocalypse."

Silence filled the room (well silence from the men, there was multiple high pitched gasps from the minis, honestly it sounded like children.) as they gathered their thoughts "Apocalypse?" Dean asks. "Yep." "As in apocalypse, apocalypse? The four horsemen, pestilence, $5-a-gallon-gas apocalypse?" Dean rants out. "That's the one." Bobby nods once in confirmation. "The rise of the witnesses is a mile marker." Bobby continues with is exposition. "Okay, so what do we do now?" Sam asks as Dean only scoffed. "Road trip." He called walking away. "Grand Canyon, Star Trek experience." Dean clapped his hands turning back to the men "Bunny Ranch." As he said that the minis cheered chanting 'runny branch' in excitement. The men ignored the minis in favor of the situation in front of them.

"First things first, how 'bout we survive out friends out there?" Bobby suggests as the minis calm themselves. "Great." Dean agrees. "Any ideas aside from staying in this room until Judgment Day?" Dean asks as Bobby points his pencil at him and the pages of a book. "It's a spell to send the witnesses back to rest," Bobby says as he looks it over. "Should work..." Bobby trails off with a shrug. "Should." Sam chuckles. "Great." ignoring Sam, Bobby continues. "... if I translated it correctly. I think I got everything we need here at the house." The elder looked at his boys.

"Any chance you got everything we need here in this room?" Dean asked with reluctant hope. "You thought our luck was gonna start now all of a sudden?" Bobby asks sarcastically as he stood. "Spells gotta be cast over an open fire." He informed them as he started to gather what they needed. "The fireplace in the library." Sam chuckles though there was no humor in it. "Bingo." "That's just not as appealing as a, uh, ghost-proof panic room you know?" Dean asked pinching the bridge of his nose.

Just then there was knocking on the iron door followed by a muffled voice calling out "Delivery!" Both man and mini paused, confused by the voice. "Is that-" Dean whispered as Bobby crept up to the door, cautiously opening a hatch to peak at who could be outside. Silently Bobby turned back to the boys with wide eyes. "Who is it?" Sam asked apprehensively. 'See for yourself." Bobby quipped opening the door. The brothers saw Athena struggling to roll an empty metal barrel into the room. "A little help here?" At that, Bobby stepped forward and helped haul the thing in as the lone female stepped back and picked something off the ground before rushing in and closing the door behind her.

"Athena?" Sam asked in shock. "In the flesh." She smiled placing the duffel bag next to the barrel. "How did you escape the demons?" Dean asked stepping forward. "Castiel didn't tell you?" She asked tilting her head as the men shared a look. "No?" "The angel's rescued me. well... most of me." Athena replied. "Most of you," Sam asked insidiously to witch Athena lifted her jeans to reveal a prosthetic limb. "Apparently they can't heal wounds inflicted by Holy Fire." she gave them a sad smile. "That's a load of bull." Dean frowned still staring at the limb even as Athena folded the jeans down. "Maybe..."

"What all this for?" Bobby asked staring at the items. "And how'd ya get here?" "The Angel's sent me, and it's for the spell?" Athena replied looking at the men. "You have found the spell right?" She asked as they shared a look of shook before Dean broke into a grin. "So we get to stay in the ghost proof room?" He asked as Bobby looked through the bag of ingredients. "Looks like it." Bobby huffed, a smile tugging at his lips. Sam let out a laugh as Dean cheered at the prospect of not dying to the witnesses.

It wasn't long before the spell was cast and they were out of the panic room. They questioned Athena and had her recount the last few months for her side of the story. By the time she finished her tale Night had fallen as they gathered in the living room. "I might have to go back though." Athena sighed fiddling with the extendable bo staff she kept with her. "They are teaching you how to protect yourself." Sam nodded solemnly. "We'll figure this out in the morning." Bobby declared. "For now, bed all of you." He declared shuffling up the stairs. Little did they know Dean would have a conversation with Castiel in is dreams.

End of Chapter

(Whoooo that was a doozy!)