Chapter 19

Dean's POV

I starred at the ceiling of my Bunker room, my mind seeming to just slip in and out. I felt the stir of Brooke next to me, her body turning over and tucking into my side. The action made me look down at her sleeping form and smile.

Today, I just wanted to stay here and not worry about Amara, Metatron, or any other enemy out there.

"You're starring... again," Brooke mumbled, smiling.

A smirk crossed my lips, "You're just too damn beautiful when you're curled up next to me."

Brooke chuckled, sitting her upper body up, and leaning on her elbows. "Even with morning hair and breath?"

"Hell yeah," I said, like it was obvious, making me chuckle and Brooke laugh. After a second, Brooke spoke up again.

"So, what's the plan today?"

"Don't know. Sam probable has something planned, but truthfully? I just want to stay here. We need a break."

Nodding in agreement, Brooke moved her head to lay on my chest, "Fine by me. We can get some stuff done in the Bunker."

"Like what?"

"Like laundry, I'm running out of clothes," Brooke said, making me smirk.

"Or you could just go without." Brooke hit my chest, making me chuckle, and shrug, "Just an idea."

I wrapped my arm around Brooke, holding her close to me. We laid like that for about another hour before Brooke spoke up. "I'm all for laying here all day, but I'm hungry."

A dramatic sigh left my lips, "Fine. I guess we should get up anyways."

Brooke climbed out to bed, stretched, before heading towards the door. She purposely wiggled her butt as she walked out, making me grin.

After a couple of minutes I decided to get up and take a shower. Once I was dressed I headed towards the kitchen, stopping when I heard Sam talking in his bedroom.

I stood in his doorway, watching as Sam knelt at his bed with his back towards me.

"So, on the off chance that you're actually listening, I gotta be real honest. The visions aren't making a whole lot of sense to me. Truth is... I don't know what's what. Please. What are you trying to say?"

"Really? I mean, really?" I said, squinting my eyes as Sam jumped and turned around.

Sam sighed and stood up, "You ever hear of privacy?"

I shrugged, "Hey, you want privacy, close your door."

Shaking his head, Sam walks out of his room, me to follow him.

"Thought we talked about this," I said with a sigh.

"Yeah, we did, Dean. But why is it so hard to believe that God could be sending me visions about the darkness?"

I scuffed, making Sam stop and turn to look at me, "You're kidding me? He didn't feel the need to show up for the Apocalypse. Why would he give a crap now?"

Sam shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe because she's his sister? What do you wanna do? Sit back? Ignore him? Do nothing?"

"No, that's... that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying, don't count on God. Okay? Count on us," I said, gesturing to each other.

Sam ignores my words and walks off. I let out a sigh and run my hands through my hair. I turn and head back towards my room, only to find Brooke in her room, throwing dirty clothes in a laundry basket. She was already dressed and had a cup of coffee sitting on the side table.

Brooke glances up at me before returning to the clothes. "Hey, so after I do laundry I figured I'd move some of my stuff in your bedroom since I sleep in there anyways."

"I don't believe this," I said, shaking my head.

Confused, Brooke stopped and looked up at me, "Or, I don't have too."

At realizing that we were on two different pages here, I shook my head, "No, no, that's not it. Sam is praying to God, like he's going to help us."

"Oh."

"Sam's been getting these visions and he swears they're from God or something. But what are the chances? I mean it's not like God's helped us before."

"Yeah..." Brooke said, her eyes glancing down.

Squinting at her, I asked, "What? You don't agree?"

Brooke sighed, setting the laundry basket down on her bed. She shrugged, "I mean, if it helps Sam than why not let him think that? It's better than thinking they're from Lucifer or something. What's his visions of anyways?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter. When Sam gets these things it usually leads us into a trap. And I'm not looking to walk into a trap again anytime soon."

"Dean, calm down. I understand where you're coming from, but until we know more, there's no point starting fights."

"Fine," I said, not entirely on board with it.

Brooke shifted uncomfortable and reached up, playing with her necklace. At the sight, I realized that whatever was about to be said next was important.

"Actually, I need to talk to you. I've been debating whether or not I should say something and in order for me to expect you to tell me things, I have to do the same in return."

I was worried and confused, causing me to take a step towards her, "What is it?"

Brooke sucked in a deep breath, "When I died, I went to Hell, and I saw Lucifer."

"What! How?" I asked, fear in my thoughts.

She shrugged, "I don't know. I was in the cage and he was talking-"

"Wow, wow, wait," I started, waving my hands around. "You were in the cage? Lucifer's cage? That's impossible."

Brooke nodded in agreement, "I know, and for all I know it could have been a trick by Crowley or something. But however I got there... it scared the crap out of me."

I was silent, unable to speak. I wanted to groan in frustration, in anger, and fear.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Brooke asked, slightly worried by my silence.

Shrugging, I said, "I don't know what to say. I mean, like you said it could be a trick set by Crowley, or it could be the real deal. Either one scares me."

"Me too," Brooke muttered. She approached me though, putting her hands on my cheeks, "But, I'm here. And until I'm dead again we won't know."

My eyes squinted at her and I took a step back, "Why'd you say it like that?"

"What do you mean?"

"You act like it's going to become a habit that you're going to die in my arms."

Brooke spoke kind of annoyed, "I'd like it not to be, but if it does-"

"Don't. I don't want a "but" or a "what if" or any of that shit. Nothing scares me more than that and those sons of bitches know that. Whatever you saw, whether it's real or not, I don't want to talk about it. Please?"

Brooke starred at me, knowing I was speaking from the heart. She nodded slowly, "Yeah, no I get it," She said before taking a step towards me and kissing my check. "I promise."

After that, I headed into the kitchen to make some breakfast only to find it mostly empty. Where the Hell does all this food go to?

Sam entered, waling over to the cupboard and grabbing a cup for coffee.

"We're out of food, again," I said.

"Yeah, I saw that."

"Want to head out and grab food and supplies. I noticed we're low on... everything."

Sam eyed me for a second, seeming to debate it in his head before shrugging. "Yeah, sure."

"Cool," I mumbled before closing the fridge and walking out of the kitchen. I hunted down Brooke in the laundry room, surprised we had one, let alone that I found it. "Hey, Sam and I are going shopping, want to come with?"

Brooke shook her head, turning on the washer, "No, I'm going to do some stuff here. But, I made a list," She said, reaching into her pocket and handing me the paper. I starred at it, raising an eyebrow at some of the stuff.

I sighed, "You're lucky I love you."

She chuckled, giving me a quick kiss before returning to the laundry.

Sam and I jumped into the Impala, heading out to a few different stores to grab food, supplies, and anything else that was on the list. Most of the time my brother and I were silent, the distant music in the car or stores being the only noise.

It wasn't until we were headed back to the Bunker, Impala full, did Sam finally sigh, turn off the music, and speak.

"Dean, I keep praying to God because if it is God, and I know you think it isn't, but if it is, then he's showing me something that I don't know what to do with."

"Like what?" I asked, starring ahead at the wall.

"The cage."

My eyes widened and I glanced over at my brother, "Lucifer's cage?"

"Yeah. What if he's telling me I have to go back? What if he's saying that's where the answer is to beating the Darkness?"

I'm silent, recalling Brooke's words about when she died she went to the cage. Sam noticed my silence, which was unusual, and asked, "What is it?"

Debating for a half second if and what I should say, I sighed, fixing my grip on the wheel. "When Brooke... died, because of Crowley, she mentioned she saw something. She was in Lucifer's cage and she saw him."

Sam looked at me surprised, "She what?"

"I just thought, maybe it was a dream or something, you know? Something just to mess with her."

"This has to be a sign, Dean."

Shaking my head, I held up a hand to stop him. "Sam, no. No, okay. I don't know if these visions are coming from God or PBS or what. But we've been down that road. Anything having to do with that cage is, its suicide. And you out of all people know that. So, no. Just, not gonna happen."

Sam's eyed moved over me before he nodded slowly, "Okay."

"Okay," I agreed before I pulled up to the Bunker.

I know the chapter was short, but it was more of a sweet, fill in chapter. Hope you still enjoyed! Lucifer's cage will be coming shortly!