"You're up."

Obi-Wan checked the time. He'd only been asleep for about six hours. It felt like years. Castiel stood by the window, staring out straight into the sun without blinking. It reminded Obi-Wan of the Terminator.

Force, there was no such thing as the Terminator anymore, was there? Obi-Wan should rewrite that story. Make a lot of money. He slumped down in the chair, feeling drained. "Is there coffee?"

"Tea," Castiel pointed to the kitchenette. "I don't think human stomachs can handle what they refer to 'coffee' in this day and age."

Obi-Wan looked over to where the kettle sat. He didn't feel like getting up. "I dreamt about you."

Castiel turned towards him. "You did?"

"Hmm… it was with Michael, too. He was talking to you, about survivors."

He frowned. "You were awake for that?"

"Ah, no," Obi-Wan rubbed his sore neck. "I think it's just one of Michael's memories seeping through. I don't know. Do you mind telling me what was going on?"

The curtains closed themselves. If Obi-Wan had not the ability to do that same trick, he might've been impressed. Of course, he can't grab onto lightsabers bare handed, but he was confident he could give Castiel a run for his money. "Michael and Lucifer were gone," Castiel started, sounding tired. "Nobody claimed leadership, nobody wanted to claim leadership. This was the prophecy that was foretold for centuries and suddenly there was no victor. Nothing was left but a burnt planet, scared humans and confused angels."

"What did you do?"

"What could we do?" Castiel said bitterly. "We didn't have the power to heal the Earth. So we did the next best thing. We took the handful of humans that were left and… we left."

Obi-Wan nearly laughed in surprise. He kept it suppressed, it seemed rude. "Cas… are you telling me… that you're the reason why there's humans scattered across the universe?"

Castiel doesn't smile, doesn't acknowledge the awe in Obi-Wan's voice. "No," he finally said. "Coruscant was already inhabited by humans. I just added more to the population." He then huffed in frustration.

"But how-"

"Obi-Wan," Castiel snapped. "I don't know. Maybe humans have always been on this planet. Maybe another angel placed them here, I don't know."

Obi-Wan understood about not wanting to know the true answer. Dean didn't want to know because it was too much and could easily drive him mad. For Obi-Wan, he didn't want to know because he had no reason to. The Force was his guide and even now, in all of this madness, it was still there, humming warmly beneath his skin.

Now that he was more awake, tea in his stomach, his mind felt better. "Where's Qui-Gon?" He said, looking around. He automatically reached out for his Master's Force signature, frowning when he didn't sense it immediately.

"He's at the Temple, retrieving the Colt."


Sam surged forward, demanding. "My brother is alive?"

Force, Qui-Gon did not need this. As good intentions Sam had, he was not a Jedi. He was leaking Obi-Wan's signature like a dripping faucet and it took all Qui-Gon had to keep it from being sensed by others. Time was precious and he needed to make a decision. Now.

"Follow me," Qui-Gon hissed. "We're leaving."

"Leaving?" Sam startled. "But what about the Colt? What about-"

"Quiet," Qui-Gon hissed. That shut Sam up. "Not another word. I am taking you to your brother, but unfortunately we're going have to leave the Colt behind. Krin doesn't know what he has in his hands and hopefully it'll stay that way."


Qui-Gon gave him a look that automatically ceased any words Sam might have said. Qui-Gon stared only a fraction longer to ensure Sam was indeed going to keep his mouth shut before turning. And in that silence, they ran.

It was surprisingly easy to sneak out of the Temple. Too damn easy, Qui-Gon thought, casting a glance back at the building. A simple fire alarm shouldn't have lessened the security like it did. He nearly gaped when he saw. At the far end of the corner of the Temple, there was an actual fire.

Qui-Gon twirled on Sam angrily. Sam threw his hands up and said in his defense, "An actual lie is better than a fake one!" Which made no sense. "It's a controlled fire, in an unoccupied space. I made sure no one was going to be hurt. Trust me, I've done this dozens of times."

There was truth in his words, but it didn't make Qui-Gon feel any better. He squashed down any indignation that was boiling in his stomach. He hitched up the hood of his robe, Sam followed suit and they both sprinted down the alleyways.


The Blue Neon hotel was not the dingiest hotel Qui-Gon has been to, but it came close. The Jedi Master had to reel back his own senses in order to ignore the sin that was taking place behind some of the closed doors.

He knew Obi-Wan was here, he could feel the slight hidden aura of his young Padawan. He felt Castiel too, that strange light pulsing between the folds of the Force.

Obi-Wan was awake and thankfully, it seemed, almost free of fever. He was angry, unfortunately, and that was something Qui-Gon knew they were going have to work on. Obi-Wan has always been quite hot-headed, and the Master thought he'd finally ebbed that emotion away. Ever since the reawakening of Dean, a lot of emotion Obi-Wan repressed came to the surface without any resistance.

What a strange creature Dean must've been. His endless energy was probably a sight to see.

Qui-Gon casted a glance back at Sam. He was unsure if he should let the 'brothers' meet. He shook his head. It was too late at this point, and it was fruitless to think he could put it off any longer. The way Sam twitched was achingly annoying. His eagerness to see Dean was grating on Qui-Gon's shields. It was like dealing with a hyperactive puppy full on sugar.

Still, it was probably best to introduce them slowly. "Stay here," Qui-Gon ordered. Sam frowned, almost pouting, but did as he told.

Oh yes, Qui-Gon thought. Definitely a puppy.

Just as Qui-Gon reached out to open the door, it suddenly slid open and Obi-Wan nearly ran into him. "Master!" He said with great relief. "You're back!"

"Clearly. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Are you all right? Cas told me you went after the Colt."

"Unfortunately, I was forced to leave it behind. Do not fret, I have disabled the Colt for the time being. That should buy us a few days time."

There was no masking Sam's signature. Jedi can recognize their own touch, in an item they owned for years or a place they visited often. Qui-Gon could sense Obi-Wan's confusion, to unconsciously feel his own signature standing not too far away from the door.

Even Castiel, stoic as he was, his face was pinched. He stared down at the floor, clearly feeling something out.

No, Qui-Gon sighed. There was no getting past this. He stepped aside.

Obi-Wan eyed Qui-Gon's movement with hesitation, something he would've never done in the past. He trusted his Master, and now he questioned him. It wasn't a conscious choice, Qui-Gon knew.

Obi-Wan stepped out of the hotel room, his eyes immediately latching on-


Sam frowned at the sight of him. Didn't recognize him. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

Obi-Wan took a hesitant forward. "Sam… it's me… it's-" He took a breath. "It's Dean."

Sam's mouth twitched in a smirk. He couldn't believe it, almost didn't believe it, but as Obi-Wan slowly stepped forward, he broke and accepted. "Dean?"

There was a brief moment of hesitation on both parties, unsure of what to do or say next. Then Sam, ever so eloquently, blurted out, "Holy crap, you're short."

"Bitch," Obi-Wan cursed, throwing himself at the much taller man. Qui-Gon knew from experience Obi-Wan was much heavier than he looked, and watched in mild amusement as Sam nearly stumbled under the unexpected weight. "Goddamn it, Dean," Sam hissed, hugging back with equal ferocity.

Qui-Gon didn't want to reunite them. Their relationship was the kind the Jedi always warned against. A whole planet was destroyed simply because these two brothers refused to let each other go. It was that kind of threat that would have most Jedi grab at their sabers and cut the two down.

Qui-Gon almost did it, too.

What stopped him was none other than the overwhelming power of the Force. Sam and Obi-Wan were oblivious of it, but when they touched, the Force sang of its completion. A veil had been drawn back and suddenly Qui-Gon felt like he was staring straight into the sun. It was bright. It was beautiful.

And every doubt the Jedi Master had went right out the window.