Not Heaven, Not Hell, and Not Kansas (OTA, dual pup arrival post)
Dean hadn't been able to stop Sam from killing Lilith. The demon bitch from hell had stopped him, but then he'd killed her so in the end he thought it a fair trade off. He stood watching in horror as blood was opening the portal for Lucifer to rise. "Come on, Sammy. We've got to get out of here." Dean put his hand on Sam's arm to get him out of the convent but they were both rooted to the spot. Nothing magical was holding Dean in place, it was the terror of what was to come and his supposed role in it. How the hell was he supposed to stop Lucifer?
I'm sorry. This was all Sam could think. The light was blinding, but he didn't look away -- couldn't look away. He'd done this. He'd caused this. It was always supposed to be you, Sammy. He'd believed Ruby, let her lead him around by the nose (and lower, Dean would sneer) right up until he'd -- Sam had -- broken the last seal. What had he done? I'm sorry, Dean.
When the light got too bright, Sam blinked, but he couldn't look away, or even shield his eyes.
The view was entirely different when he opened his eyes, his hand still clenched in Dean's jacket. A park, green trees, a fountain, even. Birds. Was this a trick? A final F-you to the Winchester brothers? Or maybe they were both really dead this time. Sam still couldn't move.
The lack of bright light had Dean blinking, adjusting his eyes to the new sensation. "What the hell?" He turned in a slow circle. "This is definitely not hell and it's not the Green Room. Cas?" It was the first thing that Dean had thought.
Sam looked around in the opposite direction, by instinct having his brother's back. It was too quiet. "Dean ...?" He had no weapons. Before, he hadn't needed them. Not that it mattered if they were dead. But something told him they weren't. "Trickster? Castiel?"
"CAS!" He said it louder and a lot more angrier. When there was no response he almost growled. "I'm beginning to hate angels. I don't know what's going on, Sam and I only have the knife."
Scanning around, Sam upnodded toward what looked to be the main street. "Well ... let's check it out." The rest, all the big issues, the "if you leave, never come back," the threats he heard on his voicemail. All that would have to wait.
[ooc: co-written with Dean-mun. Have at!]