"Sammy, did you have to take forever…" my voice trails off, that was definitely Sam's body, but it was definitely Zeke. "Speaking of taking forever…"
"Samuel is nearly healed."
"Speaking of taking forever…"
"Dean!"
Damned if the angle didn't sound self-important, as though he wasn't healing himself while he was living in Sammy.
"We can return the Angels to Heaven."
"Crowley said…"
"And you would trust the word of an Angel less than that of a Demon?"
"Now that you mention it …" That is definitely worth thinking on though Zeke hasn't tried to kill us, ever, that we know of; Crowley on the other hand, is Crowley. Zeke, has, as far as I know, healed, nearly healed, Sammy. "Okay, Zeke, what's the deal then?"
"We will need the elements of the spell."
And yeah, we can do that, Cupid's bow, Angel's grace—plenty of those two walking the Earth—we just need to find a couple of asses who deserve it, now the problem, "Didn't Cas kill the last of the Nephilim?"
"We make more."
"Make more?" Not that I didn't know that people and Angels could… you know; it's not like I think of sex with Angels a lot, not much at all, really. Damn, what did that bastard just suggest? Did he really say when it sounded like he said? "Those would be babies Zeke, and I know that Angels don't give a damn, but one of the few good things left about humans is we don't kill babies."
"Dean," he fixes his eyes on me in a way that, a way that I hate it when Angels do, it means something very not good is coming, "Samuel is with child."
I drop my fucking beer; you can't blame a guy. "He's what?"
"He's with…"
"Dammit Zeke, I heard you, I meant…" I can hear Zeke, but its' definitely Sam's body that I'm looking at, and this would explain why he's been so tired, and pissy; second thoughts, the pissy is just Sam.
"It was the practical thing to do; I was already in him."
"But don't you need his damn consent?" I'm raising my voice at an Angel, who possessing my brother; slow down Dean—this is not going well. We're Winchesters, what made me I think Sam being possessed by an Angel would go well?
"I have his consent." Zeke has the nerve to look confused, "You helped me obtain it."
Not going well. Definitely.
"I am leaving." At least he sounds like Zeke, coming out of Sammy's mouth that sentence is always disturbing.
"You said,"
"Almost healed, the Grace in the baby will sustain him."
"Zeke!" He is getting ready to leave, I cover my eyes with a crooked arm.
"When I return to retrieve the baby, I will fully heal Sam."
And, dammit, Zeke, is gone.
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Authors notes:
Thank you for being wonderful and reading!
Title from The stolen child—by WB Yeats.
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